#ugh ugh ugh what a time to be alive was season 1

[rollforjackass]

okay so i reread the good omens script book trying to look up a quote i remembered and i kept writing down the things that i absolutely loved about it, so here's just a list of all the quotes and moments that rewired my brain chemistry

aziraphale sasses the hell out of crowley about his antichrist birth organization skills

aziraphale saying “oh sugar” instead of oh shit...

first appearance of everyday by buddy holly, we all know how that turned out

aziraphale doesn’t know how an ansaphone works. this was in the book too, but it’s still funny, especially considering how in radio omens he at least knows about caller id

aziraphale brought shortbread for the drive to the convent. did he think it was a date? please say yes

crowley asked aziraphale if heaven wouldn’t give him (crowley) asylum and aziraphale was going to ask him the same about hell

aziraphale says “what the hell” after pointedly not swearing earlier. hypocrite ass

aziraphale is fine with killing the antichrist himself but gets upset about the humans killing each other at tadfield manor....more tasty hypocrisy. he thinks he can only ever do the Right Thing but he knows it's Wrong when anyone else does it

“aziraphale is rather enjoying having the upper hand in the ideas department for once”

crowley says “dude. chill.”

“for a moment his noble better nature rejects the idea out of hand. THEN HE FALLS...”

“aziraphale is softening. they haven’t spoken in a hundred years: he’s realizing they are still friends.” gets me every time i look at it

why was shadwell in prison?? america explain

“i work in soho, i hear things” patron saint of soho confirmed

i still think that the neon halo blinking on and off above aziraphale’s head is the HARDEST that neil gaiman has ever gone and that we deserved to see it in the final cut

"michael: when your cause is just you do not hesitate to smite the foe, aziraphale." i'm thinking thoughts about the s2 finale under this lens; when your cause is just (saving the love of your life) you do not hesitate to suffer for pursuing it

“crowley looks back. he looks at aziraphale. above them, a beautiful starry sky. and crowley softens.”   jesus janthony christ.

“aziraphale is looking for someone. he spies a human statue dressed as an angel, with wings. it’s not him.”   GOD

gabriel about aziraphale: “i’m disappointed in him. not thinking like an angel.”

crowley “looks up, and talks to god, in the classical fashion.” see i really want a script book for s2 because i want to see aziraphale's expressions of faith plucked out a little bit more

crowley in the cinema: “he’s waiting for the end of the world. out of time. out of hope.”

the fact that crowley saw aziraphale walking down the street and left dagon on read is priceless

aziraphale looks hurt after crowley says he won’t even think about him

the music for the gavotte scene was recommended to be “i am a courtier grave and serious” from gilbert and sullivan’s the gondoliers which is PERFECT

“aziraphale is heading down the street, looking harried and as if he is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. which he is.”

sandalphon says “you know how we treat traitors in wartime?” to aziraphale and there was meant to be blood on aziraphale’s lips after sandalphon punches him. death to sandalphon

“why would you do this? we’re the good guys.”

aziraphale (resolutely not swearing): you. you B…AD angels.

“seducing women to do your evil will!” “i think perhaps you’ve got the wrong shop.” still the campiest line delivery i've ever seen

we don't need to speculate about crowley being in tears in the burning bookshop because according to the script he is canonically right on the verge of it

“right. i’m done. i’ve had it. i don’t care about any bloody angels or humans or anyone. i hate you all. somebody killed my best friend, and i don’t even care who did it. bastards, all of you.”   😭

when aziraphale is discorporated, his heavenly appearance is all his normal clothes but gleaming white

aziraphale: i have no intention of fighting in any war. “all angels on the floor turn and look at the angel who has said the unsayable.”

aziraphale can’t actually see crowley in the bar scene…he has no idea how wrecked his best friend is

aziraphale doesn’t take sugar with his tea. bastard

aziraphale crosses his fingers under the table when answering shadwell’s nipple question

aziraphale is wearing madame tracy’s pink motorbike helmet in the mirror of her scooter

they describe crowley’s suit in the burning bentley as “interestingly ripped”...........we were robbed of a crowley boob window moment and i'll never forget

aziraphale introduces crowley to madame tracy as “he’s…well, we’re sort of business associates.” you know, like a liar

aziraphale was fully about to murder adam. i don’t think i can stress this enough

aziraphale pokes himself to make sure he’s solid once he’s separated from madame tracy

aziraphale isn’t threatening crowley with the sword, “just making his point that he can do dangerous out-of-character things if he needs to.”

crowley: what if the almighty planned it this way all along? from the very beginning aziraphale: takes a drink from the bottle of wine

aziraphale looks like he’s going to cry when crowley reminds him that the bookshop burnt down 😭

aziraphale-as-crowley looks depressed 😭 he still thinks his bookshop is gone

the angels kidnapping crowley-as-aziraphale zip-tied his hands those dickheads

aziraphale-as-crowley: my friend! they’re kidnapping my friend!

the hit hastur gives aziraphale-as-crowley would have killed a human 0/10 wahoos

“the van with [crowley-as-]aziraphale in it drives away, and [aziraphale-as-]crowley tries to crawl after it.”   HEY NEIL I JUST WANT TO TALK

crowley-as-aziraphale says “what fun. i love a barbecue.”

i am literally ENRAGED that sandalphon was like “hell yeah you can hit aziraphale” to the minor demon who brought the hellfire i WILL throw hands

uriel calls it a barbecue too those fuckers

in the script uriel and sandalphon have their flaming swords drawn, so it wasn't going to be as insidious as expecting aziraphale to walk into the flame of his own volition. but they didn’t end up including it in the show, so it is that insidious after all

aziraphale-as-crowley keeping his socks on for the bath was such a choice

“he doesn’t actually have a newspaper and a cigar, but damn, he’s enjoying himself in his bath” 

i've seen so little talk about how absolutely ice cold aziraphale is in the bath scene with the whole “so you’re probably thinking, ‘if he can do this, i wonder what else he can do’? and very, very soon, you’re all going to get the chance to find out.” BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS TERRIFYING

aziraphale-as-crowley: michael. duude.

crowley and aziraphale both get out of their own elevators and meet up to walk out together which is poetic cinema

PIGBOG AND THE OTHER MOTORCYCLE IDIOTS THAT HUNG OUT WITH DEATH WERE GOING TO BE INCLUDED i miss them

#suffice it to say i've been on a deep dive #part of the reason i love the book so much is just all the little details that a tv show just can't spare the time for #and the script has so many lovely little tidbits that make me rewatch episodes hunting for a scrap of their existence #like i was Looking for that shortbread man i remember that vividly #i'll probably look again later too #ugh ugh ugh what a time to be alive was season 1 #and if there's a script book for s2 you bet your ass i'll be deep diving again #good omens #oxly hollers

[spiritseeeker]

This singular frame was all it took to undo my very extreme hatred of Adam, Vivienne Medrano how dare you make me feel sympathy for this man-

Like, Adam before this scene? A blatant misogynist and a hypocrite who unabashedly revels in sinners' suffering. A guy who has no regard for anyone else, and who pisses pretty much every viewer off with patronizing jabs like "sorry sweetie" and "try to chillax, babe." Ugh, disgusting.

As the first man, it seems like he got an easy pass into Heaven. Maybe the angels were just saving face, given that their core pair of humans both took the fruit of knowledge of good and evil willingly, ordaining Adam on the technicality that "Eve did it first." But I think we can all agree that it was not on the merit of Adam's virtue.

And then Charlie draws blood during their fight in Episode 8, and, for the first time, Adam genuinely realizes he can be hurt. Like, for the first time in the duration of the show, in his entire fucking existence, someone shows him that he is not, in fact, an all-powerful symbol of power and superiority. He's just a guy with privilege who is just as vulnerable, just as flawed, just as human as the rest of them.

But once the mask is shattered, revealing the rather unexceptional man underneath, does Adam back down? Of course not—he doubles down. There's nothing worse than a narcissist who is virtually incapable of seeing the error of their ways, even when they're clearly backed into a corner. Bruised and bloody, he bellows that he's THE man; everybody should worship him.

For me, that pretty much hit the nail in the coffin. There was no redeeming a character like Adam (ironic, since he's one of the few characters in the show not in need of redemption).

So isn't it fitting, then, that his death didn't happen in some grand display requiring all of Lucifer or Charlie's might? Isn't it fitting that Adam falls to Niffty—not Lucifer, not an overlord, but a common sinner, who sees him as nothing more than a foot soldier that needs to be eliminated, a pest as easily squashed as a roach? For someone as self-aggrandizing as Adam, this has to be one of the most humiliating ways to die. The perfect end for an insufferable antagonist.

But nooo, Vivziepop didn't end it there.

Because INSTEAD, we hear Lute's heart-wrenching screams as she realizes that Adam has just been defeated; we see the look on her tear-streaked face when it registers just how badly he's been injured. The fear in her eyes at the prospect of living in a world without the angel she idolizes, the man she serves.

She's not concerned that she's just lost her arm, or that Vaggie is standing right there. In that moment, the only person in Hell is Adam, and all she wants is for him to stay with her.

Adam could have easily dismissed her feelings entirely. He could have spent his last breath hurling one last insult at Lucifer, getting the satisfaction of having the last word before his death. He could have thrown himself a pity party and cursed his fate.

Instead, this greedy, selfish, murderous fiend has the audacity to see Lute in his field of vision and flash her one last, tender smile.

We don't know for sure what Adam was thinking in this shot, but personally, I think it was something along the lines of I lost. Proud of you, Lute. I'll miss you. Goodbye.

Whatever his final thoughts are, we can surmise from his expression alone that he's accepted his fate, and that he's grateful his last seconds alive are locking eyes with someone who's important to him. Someone he cares about.

And THAT—that was enough to crack through that thick shell of hatred I'd developed for Adam and shatter it like the mask he wore for seven and a half episodes of the show. THAT 8-second moment was enough to make me reconsider my stance on Adam as an irredeemable villain.

(CURSE YOU, VIVIENNE!!!)

Does this scene cancel out all the heinous things Adam does throughout Season 1? All the lives he destroys, all the pain he causes to thousands upon thousands of souls? Absolutely not. But it does change my perception of Adam from "obnoxious egomaniac with no self-awareness" to "obnoxious egomaniac with no self-awareness that is a product of the flawed system he perpetuates."

And, I gotta wonder, what would Adam have been like if Heaven had been different?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin hotel theory #spirit musings #I had to do a character study of adam #that scene lives rent free in my mind #and now i'm kind of obsessed with adam despite how much he irked me #how dare you vivienne

[fountainpenguin]

"And honestly, I think you're fine! I mean, you're beautiful... about 84% of the time!" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 21 - “Heat (Martyn, BigB)”

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A frustrated Martyn is left alone to babysit the Fox Dragon’s eggs. He texts Grian, Scott, Cleo, Mumbo, and Ren, then gets in three fights within an hour.

Meanwhile, BigB checks if Impulse's new farm designs are ethical for the villagers involved and Bdubs walks in on a dynamic that catches him off guard. Huzzah for server hub politics!

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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InTheLittleWood - Phantom

Status: Bored

Acting captain of New Star Station's phantom hybrid flock

💙  🧡  💚

"Iron… water… charcoal… salt… Ugh." Martyn leans all his weight against the lab table, blowing his lips. "Wow, this would be so much easier if I had an admin panel- none of this back-and-forth rabble. Why don't I ever look these things up when I'm on-server?"

The fox eggs, being eggs, don't respond. Martyn had to peel his eyes from them to focus his attention on the lab table, though he keeps his tail resting on the ground, lightly wrapped around the nearest one. If someone flutters down on the flock roost platform, he'll hear them. And if someone creeps on tiptoes across the landing, the vibration will rattle up his spine. He's a great caretaker. This is going just swell.

And it's not a bad gig, actually, stuck up here on the clock tower... so long as you don't mind the squawking and banter of parrot hybrids in the southern park whose voices carry back all this way. Let them sing you the song of their people; we're all sparky-frustrated up here in Between. Gods, that stupid moon.

Grian: i maen its no surprise if its rough. wild phantom idle ambiance uses live young w/o eggs or nests. the hybrids were the same back in my world Grian: well undead young but ykwim Grian: like its your bat side and not your vulture side is what im saying Grian: or whatever else you are InTheLittleWood: k InTheLittleWood: thanks g Grian: yeah sure InTheLittleWood: wait how do undead hybrid babies work? Grian: ? were you born alive? InTheLittleWood: ?? I thought I was? I was adopted as an egg tho, I didn't hatch in Linda's nest. Never thought to ask "Hey Mum and Dad, was I born alive?"

He pats the nearby eggs as Grian starts to type. Should he put his crocs back on? Is it rude to put your smelly feet up on a spawn egg? They can't sense that, right? Nah… They're not even born yet. The very beginnings of a soul might be in there (Maybe? He's not sure how it works), but they only hatch once an account links up to them. This clutch only has a few dozen eggs.

Martyn rests his hands on his stomach, counting down the ticking seconds. Thousands and thousands of eggs hatch every day, more or less in the order they were laid by one of the 98 dragons across Between. Sometimes siblings and camera twins are born the same species. Sometimes another dragon dropped a few of her own in a nest at the same time, so there's a split.

On rare occasion, two souls bundle in a single egg- That's where you get identical twins like Grian and Two. How much longer before these foxes start spawning? It can't be long now.

Gods, imagine if every single one hatches two souls… That'll be at least 60, 70, 80 fox hybrids scampering around up here. I should probably take them down to ground level. The base of the tower is a big empty room, offering nothing but the stairs and the doorway out.

Grian: i think mumbo said the phantom dragon carries the eggs in her throat pouch Grian: its what the alligator dragon does and she lives in the swamp near mumbo's spawner with joels mom InTheLittleWood: Suddenly I think I owe my parents some cards and gifts. I knew adopting phantoms was rare but I didnt realize grabbing an egg probably means crawling inside Linda's mouth and escaping before she bites you, geez 😳 InTheLittleWood: unless they just got my egg right after it was laid Grian: when the spawnlings hatch they eat the souls shes been carrying in there Grian: lol Grian: i mean mumbo got paid the big $ to do egg stealing runs, its why he had the last allay aggs Grian: eggs

Martyn lifts his brows, staring at his comm screen. If you measure by years instead of levels, he's older than Mumbo. Mumbo definitely didn't grab his egg, but how weird would that be? You marry the man who kidnapped you as a baby… That's just weird.

Granted, he does hail from a well-off family. The term "well-off" is ambiguous when you're off-server, but the gist is that his parents actually do have diamonds whereas most of Between's natural resources have been picked over out in the wild.

Growing up, he always just assumed his parents ended up with a phantom egg because that's what they bid for when the adventurers - usually, but not always wandering traders - went out on adoption runs to the dragon nests. His mum's an otter hybrid and his dad's a raven: a rare predator and a rare scavenger most people don't even know are native in the game.

Otter code was prepped for Minecraft Dungeons, but never made it beyond early concepts. Nonetheless, they exist. They're called a Tweenborn mob- something meant to exist, but never truly crossed into one of the main dimensions. Ravens actually did make it into the Dungeons spin-off, but only went public as cosmetic pets. You don't fight them, but they hang around anyway.

Most people thought his parents were modded and would do a double-take if they ever mentioned the Otter Dragon or Raven Dragon, who rarely get the mental pings to build nests and lay eggs. Growing up, they used to introduce Martyn as "their phantom kid" and urge him to show the wings and his baby fangs.

Was I a trophy kid? he wonders now. He wouldn't put it past them. Love his parents he may, but they did chase a lot of status symbols. Being rich enough to afford what must've been a wizard-level egg retrieval - potentially from the depths of Linda's gular pouch - may have been too good to resist.

Martyn stares a little more, rubbing his thumb across the edge of his communicator. I haven't seen my parents since before my EVO days. Maybe he should go. He can fly fast and be back in a snap. Would Scott allow that?

I guess it doesn't hurt to ask.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

#trafficblr #Martyn InTheLittleWood #bigbst4tz2 #ZombieCleo #Grian #Zombiewood #Ahasbands #MumboJumbo #BigB #'Shirtless Martyn flopped on floor surrounded by dragon eggs & feeling sorry for himself' is my favorite genre #Dog's Life #Dog's Life art #fic announcement #ridwriting #mcyt #apparently art #I have a lot of favorite chapters but this one for sure #If you've never seen the movie this song comes from... perhaps consider it. it's a ride to be sure...

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 726: Sakamichi until the Central Sports Park

Pag 1

1: Two hours earlier, Sohoku High School racing team is on the mountain road towards the training camp

2: Are you alright, Onoda-san!?

Ugh....

Y- your condition... ahh, ahhhh

Captain!!

3: We were descending at a high speed, and then the moment we entered the mountain road his face turned... white

What do we do about this training camp

Is- is.... is he going to be alright?

4: Yeah, don't worry

It's Onoda-kun's specialty that we've gotten used to – car sickenss!!

I didn't think it would happen three years in a row

Pag 2

1: At the same place!!

2: I'm- alright, Naru.... ko... kun

Yeah you don't look alright at all

Your face is as white as paper

3: During these three years.... I've learned... and

I've come..... prepared....

4: Go ahead before me

5: There's no need to contact Toji-san either

6: From here....

Pag 3

1: To the Cycling Sports Park it's 18km....

I realized that on this mountain road

Pag 4

1: If I go with my bike, I'm sure I won't feel sick!!

Pag 5

1: I don't feel faint and I don't feel sick either

And I won't bother everyone

Ahhh... bikes really are the best...!!

2: But I'll be a little later for the start

I'll hurry as much as possible

(Time display)

4: But

5: The air is sweet, and I'm able to slowly enjoy the scenery

Ah, I can see the sea

6: I even started humming without noticing

Hm hm hm

Ahhh the “Love Hime”'s third season announcement PV only has the chorsu part of the song.... I want to listen to the opening!!

Even though I'm pedaling like this

Pag 6

1: There's many things to discover

2: 3km to go!!

3: This climb, and then the descent after it!!

4: Alright, I'm at the top

5: Hm hm hm

6: Hime hime

Pag 7

1: Hime.....

2: Waaaaaaaa, he's deaaad!!

3: Someone- someone's collapsed

Waaaaa my first dscorvery

Wh- wh- what should I do

4: My phone, my phone

Pag 8

1: I'm alive

A- i- u- e- o

Pag 9

1: See, I can even speak Japanese

2: I'm just resting

On the ground

3: You can go

Goodbye

4: O-okay

Sorry, you surprised me

5: What a strange person....

Well, then....

He was wearing a unifer, is he a student.....?

Pag 10

1: Hakone Academy is around here, maybe he's an Hakone Academy's student?

2: Uh-oh, I'm on my way to training camp! I have to hurry

I left the start to Naruko-kun, but....

4: Huh?!

This smell....

5: Just now the smell of plants was mixed a little with the smell of blood!!

Pag 11

1: He's injured!!

2: Maybe I'm wrong? Maybe I'm making a mistake?

Maybe he'll brush me off again!?

3: But

4: Let's turn back!!

Aaaaaaaa

Pag 12

2: Oh?

3: The four-eyes from before

Pag 13

1: I'm just resting, you can go

Yo-yo-you're injured!!

2: I have water and bandages!!

Oh

3: Are you kidding me

4: No way something so convenient

5: is... happe.... ning

Waa-

6: Are you alright!? Were you hit by car!?

Are you alright!?

7: Huh? No... on my own.....

On your own!?

Pag 14

1: Just for a moment, I looked away just a little

And then there was a hole and I fell

2: This is so hard, this is so hard

3: He's not listening

5: He's so bad at this....

6: But

Pag 15

1: You saved me

Thanks a lot

5: I'm glad!

7: By the way, that

Is the same as the one that a famous guy from Chiba rides

The bicycle

Pag 16

1: Huh

2: You know bicycles very well?

Yeah

3: I was riding one earlier

4: Earlier?

5: Now it's a little....

Waaa- It's fallen to the bottom of the valley...!!

6: I was riding, then I got caught in a hole

Kinda like that

Pag 17

1: Leave it to me, I'll bring it to you

2: I'll....

Ohhh, what a kind guy!!

3: I-!!

Waa--!!

5: …. well then, I'll go

Somehow now it feels reversed and I feel sorry

6: By the way....

Ahead of here

7: There's only the Cycling Sports Park

And from today for the next four days it's reserved so you can't use it

So where are you going, Four-eyes-san?

Pag 18

1: To the Cycling Sports Park

2: I'm Chiba's.... Sohoku High School's cap.... captain

Do you know of it?

My name is Onoda Sakamichi

We're having a training camp there from today

Pag 19

2: Who?

Huh- ah, no- haha it's it's just a name

He doesn't know me....!! This is so embarassing!!

3: You're kidding me.....

4: The super famous person of Chiba!!

5: This is baad... I was s surprised I bluffed and pretended not to know

Ah... uhm, and you?

6: Huh, me?

I'm- I'm!!

Pag 20

1: I'm Hakone Academy first year, the super rookie!! I'm Tobirama!!

2: It hurts

This person's head looks like a scrubbing brush

#yowamushi pedal #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal manga #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal translations #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 726 #sorry for the delay in posting!!! #But!!! #NEW HAKOGAKU BOY OMG #and watanabe did his magic again so im already in love with him!!! we have a new dumb boy!! #and hes an onoda fanboy!!! hell yeah!! #and hes so shocked that he pretends he doesnt know him but hes dying inside asdsdfsdghf hes so real for that tho #hes gonna be roku-chan's rival I JUST KNOW IT #also excuse me but i feel like crying/laughing at the obvious parallel btw this encounter and manami and onoda's first meeting #now its onoda's turn to save someone dying on a mountain lmao mountain king indeed! #i love seeing my boy so responsible btw ;^; i feel like such a proud mum whenever i realize how much he has grown #its the same with ima and naruko #seeing them all acting all senpai-like is #MY BOYS HAVE GROWN UP SO MUCH IM SO PROUD OF THEM ;A; #that kinda feeling #also also #i love how this new boy and onoda looks like theyre from different manga xD like the style theyre drawn with are so different #this is a very peculiar thing about watanabe drawing style and ive always love it #every character looks like they come from a different genre of manga #still they somehow fit so well together??? #honestly watanabe's drawing style is my favourite

[diminuel]

An underrated part of the confession scene is Dean saying

“…she’s going to come through that door and she’s going to kill you, and then me”

because like, it’s saying

Dean knows Cas, who is not the true target of Billie's wrath, is going to get in between them to protect Dean and Dean can’t do shit to stop Cas and he knows it, and

Billie wants Dean to suffer for what he’s done to her and he knows that she knows that watching Cas die for his sake is going to destroy him more then actually killing him eventually will

and then of course Cas goes and dies in front and for Dean anyway. And honestly it could be argued Billie does get Dean in the end, Cas dies to take her down and Dean has just…given up by the time he gets impaled in that barn, much like he’s done in the past when Cas has died, it just took longer this time and he hid it better. Tho at least he gets to heaven and isn’t thrown in the Empty like she planned so she didn’t fully “win” there.

But yeah, Dean knows Cas WILL die first because of Dean, he has not hope Cas survives or is spared for the above reasons and it’s tearing him up so bad before Cas just derails him with like, his worst nightmare*

*(That worst nightmare being:

Cas dies in front of him

That Dean has personally corrupted poisoned, and ruined Cas somehow is being proven because Dean taught him to love

Cas confirming he’s choosing to die FOR Dean because Cas loves him therefore:

~*~Everyone Dean loves will choose to leave him eventually forever because he’s poison and ruins them~*~

Soooo yeah. We all rightfully rage against the 15x20 aka Rusty Nail ending as like the worst ending for Dean, that him dying young on a hunt after never finding love or happiness of his own to keep, was an uninspired and a very “Chuck Wins, the brothers can’t escape their Season 1 character archetype” end, but Dean's own personal&emotional&spiritual “death” happened in 15x18, where almost every secret fear Dean's heart is proven “true” only he was still technically alive after)

Wah.

Cas will try to save Dean and Dean will have to watch Cas die (again) before he too will die. :'CCC

And I'm still so angry at that finale to give us a Dean who we have no reason to believe that he even tried to save Cas the moment that Chuck stopped being a problem. He says, shortly before he gets killed on screen, that the way to honor the people they've lost is by living and he doesn't even do that. Like... ugh. (I will never be over that, will I?)

Though I don't think I agree with you regarding Cas' death reinforcing Dean's thoughts that everyone chooses to leave him because he is poison. You can certainly make an argument for that, especially considering how Dean isn't even trying once he gets out of that dungeon. He can keep up the front long enough to survive, but he's on his way out. And I love that angst.

But I feel it would do Cas a disservice, so I don't really want to interpret it that way *lol* (also, I want to undo 15x20 so I don't tend to follow through to the bitter end) I mean disservice in the sense that Cas' heartfelt words would completely miss their mark. Despite the fact that Cas wanted Dean to understand just how much he is loved by him, by Dean embedding that love into a narrative of "I'm poison, everyone is leaving me" it gets twisted - not an emotion that Cas is feeling freely, but a flaw. And also a disservice because it would turn the love confession from a key moment for Cas to a boy melodrama moment for Dean *lol* Like, would he just not try to get Cas back because Cas being stuck in the empty is better than being out and loving Dean?

So yes, if we follow it to the bitter end, which is the mimepire fatality, then yes, I think your interpretation makes a lot of sense.

I just want to live in that moment after 15x18, where there was so much possibility for love to triumph instead of Chuck eventually winning whether he planned it that way or not.

But I'm glad that no matter how we interpret it we are in agreement about 15x20. Burning rage that can only be soothed by being undone in my opinion X3

#Anon #Diminuel replies #Supernatural #Destiel #15x20 mention

[astxrwar]

Ngl, your physical therapy Bucky had me giggling and kicking my feet, blushing in the club rn.

I'm a SUCKER for touch starved - forced proximity - nice older guy and holy shit how are you even alive RCs. Lololol, you live like this vibes. Totally not for personal reasons...👀

Ugh. That gave me life. I'm not encouraging that story in the future but man... I am encouraging that story in the future lololol

AUGH YOU’RE ENCOURAGING MY BRAINROT i was walking to lab today and my brain came up with More Stuff for this because of course it did

imagining everything sort of comes to a head when you run into him while Out bar hopping or at a club or something with friends. and he’d be there with steve and sam and nat and your friends are Drunk and upon meeting him are like “omg you’re right he IS really hot!1!!” which is just like. AUGH PLEASE SHUT UP!!!! DO NOT SAY THAT IN FRONT OF HIM! anyway both groups end up leaving at the same time and you end up on the same subway line and then getting off at the same stop because you apparently live near each other. imagining almost tripping catastrophically on that little gap between the train and the platform and he’s like. jesus christ okay I understand how you keep injuring yourself you’re hopeless. making jokes about how he feels like it'd be irresponsible to let you walk the rest of the way home alone (his apartment is closer to the station than yours) and you're just like. laughing it off. he's just generally a flirty guy, teases everyone, yeah it makes you feel all warm and good-nervous but it's not like he's serious. except it's summer and rainy season and when you guys get to his apartment it starts to POUR!! and in NYC especially lately (thanks climate change!) the rain can get INSANE so im imagining him being like. ah geez do you want to just come in for a bit until the rain stops there's no way you're walking in this. and he’s Drunk and you’re also Drunk but it’ll be fine! your phone weather app thing says it'll be over in twenty minutes and yeah you definitely don't want to walk in it, you'd get home soaked and city rain is nasty.

you nearly trip taking off your shoes (i do this all the time. augh) and cue more playful teasing about how absolutely Hopeless you are. puttering around in the kitchen like ‘do you want… i dunno, like, a tea, or something?” (sure) (why not) meanwhile it’s still POURING. you guys start talking about just like. whatever. random stuff. and eventually he mentions how you're a lot more comfortable rn than during PT, to which you reply (because you're drunk) that it's because he's not, like. touching you. Bucky's some combination of flattered/pleased/endeared by that, cocky little grin and "oh, yeah?" and all, and you're just like. whatever, man, at this point it's not like it's a secret, and he'd said that people are like this with him a lot, so. Except-- he says this as he's crossing the kitchen, maybe you're not looking at him, watching the rain, but you can hear his voice getting closer behind you-- what he'd actually said is that a lot of people find him attractive. not that a lot of people REACT to him the way you do.

when you turn back from the window he's standing pretty close, leaned against the same stretch of kitchen counter, and he reaches out for the little ceramic mug of tea you have clutched in your hands, but doesn't take it from you. you manage to stumble through asking him what he's doing; minimizing collateral damage, he says, his mouth twitching up at the corners; you immediately drop the mug as soon as his fingers brush the curve of your cheek, and that little almost-smile breaks into a a full-blown grin as he sets it safely on the countertop.

you're real fuckin' cute, you know that? he says.

oh-- c'mon, that's no fair, you mumble in protest, now you're--

he tips your chin up with his fingers and you lose track of whatever you'd been saying like somebody'd reached in your head and grabbed hold of your train of thought, pulled it until it snapped right in two.

--you're doing it on purpose, you finish feebly.

yeah, he agrees. yeah, I am.

(the rain is long over by the time you actually end up leaving. oop.)

#and then they KISS #'what are you doing' / 'committing an ethical violation/risking my license etc' #the reason it's a state law ethical violation is because states are unsexy they dont understand the potential (/j) #imagine fucking your PT and then having to go in for therapy next week and just trying to be normal with his hands all over you. i would di #and because this is wonderful brain-go-brr fiction im imagining the fact that RC cannot be normal/is That into him goes right to his dick. #sorry. not sorry. i can be normal dont look at my blog etc #draft asks. the last of em i think #ask

[aestariiwilderness]

SPOILERS

Bad Batch Season 3 Episode 5(?) (I think?) Thoughts

Well, one big one:

HAHAHAhahahahaHHAHAHAHAHA

And the little ones:

I have been waiting for Omega to pull the age card since season 1 -- actually since before I really knew what the newest Star Wars Baby's name actually was. This was great and I want Hunter to realize it's coming for him next

I haven't stopped laughing about the "moment of silence for our fallen brother" since I saw it. Someone: *mentions Tech* Every single clone in the room: *pledge of Allegiance moment*

WHY IS CROSSHAIR STILL WEARING THE JACKET

WHY IS HE STILL WEARING THE JACKET ON A BEACH IN FULL SUNLIGHT

Crosshair is 100% the angsty sullen goth vampire hissing like he's been hit with holy water in Hawaiian environments with kind people chasing after him bearing fruit and love that I knew he would be

Crosshair: spends like two weeks on Pabu Crosshair: I can't take it anymore! UGH SUNLIGHT *drags the entire Batch to freaking Barton IV* ah, home sweet murder home. the last place I had a really good angst before my older sister found me and dragged me home by the ear. fond memories

Echo, you're a disgrace but also somehow still the only sane one here

Do datapads just not need to ever charge in Star Wars??

Omega: oh yah I have a sister did you know Echo: okay, we don't have time to unpack all that

Where is the heck is Phee? Is she just...off dismembering Cid or something?

Crosshair: "I know a place" Hunter: "YOU'RE NOT TELLING US EVERYTHING ABOUT IT" Crosshair: "I ALREADY KILLED EVERYTHING DANGEROUS HERE what do you WANT FROM ME" *Dune 2021 erupts from underneath the base* Crosshair: .... Crosshair: huh. guess Mayday forgot to mention that particular natural feature. My bad y'all

GUYS. WE NEVER TURN OFF THE MYSTERIOUS PERIMETER SENSORS. IDIOTS KNOW THIS. DID WE LEARN NOTHING FROM THE KRYKNA INCIDENTS I, II, and III

Crosshair looking at Batcher: ah, the new and improved Hunter. You're my favorite. We'll try to save you Hunter but if it gets too inconvenient I'll be over there taking a nap Hunter, standing right there: hey

Congratulations Batcher I guess you're his service animal now

Hunter: *sneaks up behind Crosshair stacking random regs' helmets one by one on a crate* Hunter: *considering Crosshair's past track record with regs, the Empire, and loyalty* so, like...did he kill these guys, or...? Hunter:...do I want to know? Hunter: *does a 180* NOPE

Hunter: "dID yOu tHiNK we wErE juST gOinG tO tAkE yOu bAcK witHoUT aSkIng aNy quEsTiONs???" Hunter, you beloved moron. You DID just take him back without asking any questions. To your super secret summer home no less. And let him spend two whole weeks chilling on a beach before it occurred to you to do anything other than stare at him with complete lack of subtlety from the top of a cliff

Why were you stalking him from the top of a cliff Hunter

Crosshair, he was silhouetted against the sun like 100 feet away with an almost seven foot dude right next to him. There was no hiding going on here. At all. Detecting him is not a super sniper skill. If you HADN'T seen that, we'd have a problem

Crosshair: hey yeah guys so this is clearly a Very Important Place to me that I will proceed to tell you Absolutely Nothing About. BTW don't land there Echo, there's a corpse in the middle of the landing pad somewhere. Possibly two if they never bothered picking up Nolan Echo:... Echo, 1000000% done with this Batch's drama: at least there's no blood this time

"I've made mistakes" AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *smash cuts to using flamethrower on civilians* *shooting Wrecker* *"aim for the kid!"* *nearly dropping Tech off an ion engine* *trying to burn them all alive in an ion engine* *shooting at them* *kidnapping Hunter* *kidnapping all of them* *getting them trapped on Kamino while it SINKS* *shooting pretty much everybody at some point* *plan 88 but no context!* AHAHAHAHAHAHA this is my new favorite line. Hunter should get him a T-shirt that says that to replace that awful hip pocket thing

Wrecker getting genre-aware

Omega: "I told you to TALK to him not ARGUE with him" Crosshair, sulkily: "He STARTED IT" EDIT: 23. IF I SEE ONE MORE ICE VULTURE IN THIS HOUSE

#star wars #the bad batch #bad batch season 3 #spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch season 3 spoilers

[abysscronica]

Feel free to answer 1, 2 or all three \o/

11. Post something from a current wip or concept 12. The funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours? 13. Inspiration for Captive? I know it's been complete for a while now, but I'm just curious what kicked it off. (Captive played an inspirational role in my first Eustass Kid fic, so I'm curious <3 )

Thank you Quin and sorry for the late reply! Since the answer to no.11 is quite long, I'll reply to the others in another post (here).

From this ask game. (I have some other asks for it, will get to them later)

11. Post something from a current wip or concept

This is from a One Piece fantasy AU that I'm probably never going to work on fully, so it's a good chance to share it. It's just a draft and it's a OP x reader story, even if it doesn't look like it.

Koby held his breath in the humid darkness of the inn. Or what was left of it, anyway.

The stench of death impregnated the air, stale, heavy. It was hard to make out the details of the dining hall in the moonless night, although the young commander was partially grateful for that. He could see the outlines of the corpses, maimed, men and women alike, but not their horrified faces. He could see limbs, feel the mush of their organs under his boots. The wooden beams of the floor were probably covered in dry blood.

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He could hear the buzzing of the mosquitos, always preceding them at the crime scene.

His blond companion, beside him, pressed a handkerchief to his mouth, desperately trying not to puke.

“How many?”

“Eleven, that we know of,” Helmeppo grunted, his voice sounding more like a whimper.

No wonder, Koby thought, with his heightened half-elf senses, the blonde was surely worse off than him.

“Bring the torches down, get the men to collect samples and sketch out the crime scene.”

“What for? The murderer is already in our custody,” Helmeppo said from behind the cloth.

 Koby frowned at the floor. A delicate hand lay at his feet, a feminine one, severed below the wrist by jagged teeth.

“It’s the third case in two moons. We need to reopen the investigation,”

“Fine. Ugh, I need to get out of here,”

 Helmeppo rushed up the few stairs that led outside. The faint light of the stars cast clearer shadows in the inn for a moment, allowing Koby a better view of the massacre.

He looked, trying to imprint to his memory as many details as possible. Not that he could ever forget. Then he turned and followed the comrade outside.

It was a relief when the fresh air of the night greeted him, even there in the Rats Heap, where the air always carried a lingering smell of human and animal ejections.

“Commander Koby.”

 Out of the three soldiers composing his inner squad, only Hibari saluted him as he stepped in the small clearing among the buildings. Koby nodded to her and looked at Grus.

The tall man was leaning against the tumbleweed wagon, arms crossed on his broad chest, serious eyes glued to him.

“Is the prisoner secured?”

“Yeah.” Grus banged the wagon with his fist “Chained up like a damn sausage. Not that it matters, given his state,”

“His conditions are pretty bad,” Hibari confirmed “He’s burning up, even for a half-titan. We tried talking to him, but he doesn’t seem present at all,”

“We should just kill him,” Helmeppo shrugged.

 Koby shook his head.

“What? No. We need to find out what happened.”

“With all due respect, Koby, this looks just like another case of half-titans going mad,” Grus sighed “They do that, you know.”

“It’s been too many cases in such a short time. Also, they usually don’t just fall sick and die immediately after, and yet this is the only one we managed to capture alive so far,”

“So? Maybe it’s something with the stars, the seasons, the year. These guys have demon blood in their veins, who knows what’s up with them,” Grus said.

“Even so, I’m worried,” Hibari admitted “These cases will strain the situation with the half-titans in the city… they don’t do well when they feel threatened. We risk an escalation.”

“And so close to the First Blood Tournament! I hate this job,” Helmeppo groaned.

“We need to find out what’s going on,” Koby concluded “Helmeppo, call the other squads and have them analyze the scene, like I asked you. Grus, bring the prisoner to the headquarter and give him to the healers.”

 Grus blinked.

“The headquarter? I thought we were sending him to Impel Down. They have a lot of titans working there. If anyone knows how to make him talk, it’s them.”

“We’ll keep it as last resource.”

 The soldier shrugged, then mounted on the wagon and spurred the horses down the street.

Koby took a deep breath and glanced back at the inn.

“We need to keep the capital safe.”

Three days had passed since the massacre. No progress had been made in the half-titan case, and the rest of the population was growing listless. Two teenage half-titans had been killed in the Rat’s Heap, the poorest district of Sabaody. The militia presence was very scarce there, and daily disorders were the norm, but not at this rate. They were receiving frequent reports of aggressive half-titans from other districts too.

The only information they gathered on the murderer was his name, Gin, and that he was a hunter in the marshes at the Southeast rim of the capital. Like most titans, he was on a watchlist, but his past before arriving at Sabaody was a mystery.

“NEWWS! GET THE NEWWS OF TODAY!”

 Koby walked through the crowded streets of the Sunlight Market, staying large of the people swarming around the news boys.

“PRINCESS UTA’S EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY IS ONLY TWO WEEKS AWAY, AND THE FIRST BLOOD TOURNAMENT WITH IT!”

 Like he needed someone to remind him that.

Humans and half-elves were throwing coins at the boys, papers were being handed over in all directions.

“THE CITY IS GOING TO WELCOME GUESTS FROM ALL OVER THE CONTINENT! ALABASTA! KANO! LITTLE GARDEN! TOTTOLAND! MAYBE EVEN WANO! AND WHAT ABOUT ONIGASHIMA?!”

 Some loud gasps rose from the crowd. Koby winched lightly.

“HOW MANY CHAMPIONS WILL THE OTHER RULERS SEND?? FIND THE UPDATED LIST IN THE LATEST ISSUE!”

 They knew how to sell their paper, Koby would give them that. Those boys were certainly trained by the Lord of Whispers, Morgans himself.

 The commander took a hard turn and put some distance between him and the busiest square of the market.

He had ditched the silver cape of the ground Militia for a casual outfit, a linen scarf wrapped around his chin not to be recognized. He walked for the best part of an hour to a small park by the river. There were very few people around, mostly homeless men hanging in the shadow of the trees. One of them, a blind one, was throwing crumbles at the ducks by the bank.

 Koby opted for a bench right behind him and sat.

“Has the mist dissipated yet?” he asked.

“The fog is all I see.”

 The homeless was wrapped in a ragged cloak, but his frame was still impressive. He didn’t turn nor greeted the visitor.

“I hope you know how great of a risk it is to meet you,” he said, offering some seeds to the closest duck.

“I know. I’m sorry, but I need to know if you have any information on the mad titans’ cases. We are grasping at straws here, and we are expecting the first delegations to arrive in less than a week.”

“I’m working to make sure we don’t get spies from Kaido or Big Mom in the city amid this new influx. Public security is your job.”

“I’m sorry, Sir Diez, but you are the only one that can get me real intel from the streets.”

“Don’t use my name.”

“Sorry. But it’s true. I need… to talk to someone. Someone that can help.”

 The other paused for a moment.

“I heard you apprehended the last titan alive.”

“Barely, yes. He’s in our custody now but he’s mostly unconscious, and when he does wake up he’s hardly more than a vegetable. They’re feeding him through nectar and blood injections, but I’m afraid he’ll die soon.”

“So what are you asking me? I know nothing of this titan madness. Unless you came to me because I’m a half-titan myself?”

“Absolutely not!” Koby yelped, pressing a hand to his mouth immediately after “S-Sorry, I mean, no. What I want is… I’m looking for someone that can get the information out of the prisoner before it’s too late.

…

“You want someone who practices witchcraft.”

 Koby hesitated.

“Yes.”

 Diez remained silent for a while. Of course they both knew that witchcraft was forbidden in the capital, but they also knew that the lower belly of society harbored many sorcerers.

“I could give you some names,” Diez said, rubbing his chin “But there’s no guarantee that you’ll get what you want. These people are criminals, they can be deceiving.”

“Well, at least it would be a start.”

“No.” Diez threw the rest of the feed in the water, and the ducks around him stormed in the river “It’s not a witch that you seek. What you need is a Mind Whisperer.”

 Koby’s eyes widened.

“Wait… we have someone like that in the capital? They’re so rare, I thought they could only be found at the Tree of Knowledge, in Ohara. I put in a request days ago but by the time the crow comes back, the prisoner will be dead.”

“There are illegal Mind Whisperers of course, albeit not many. Usually they are swindlers, or hold very scarce power.”

“So…?”

“I caught wind of someone. Not here – in Water Seven. I’ve only heard of them once, so I don’t know how accurate the intel is. But they say this one is the real deal.”

 Koby’s heart pounded. The free city of Water Seven was just a half-day away by horse from Sabaody.

“Where can I find them?”

“I only know they work as a healer in the Cherry Blossom clinic.”

“Cherry Blossom clinic. Got it.”

 Koby rose and bowed imperceptibly.

“Thank you, sir.”

 As he moved to leave, Diez called him back.

“I don’t know much about this person’s background, but I do know they are discreet and have high profile clients. People that can tamper with others’ minds are dangerous. Be on your guard, boy.”

 Koby looked at the half-titan’s back, then nodded.

“I will.”

[reader is of course the Mind Whisperer]

#one piece fanfiction #one piece writer #one piece x reader #one piece fantasy AU

[cdyssey]

Yellowjackets 2.04 Reactions:

Past!Taivan being divided over how they feel about Lottie. :(

Adult Tai experiencing whatever Shadow Tai is doing like an out-of-body, dissociative experience. So, so harrowing. The quick VHR static edits really help to emphasize the jarring nature of it too.

ALSO, Jessica Roberts, my beloved!!!! I miss her.

I SAW SOMEWHERE THAT ALANIS MORISSETTE COVERED THE NEW INTRO. ICONIC. SMASHING. STELLAR!! Lauren Ambrose and Simone in the intro now!! Yes!!!

Shauna not being able to look Jeff in the eye while she’s lying to him is so funny, lmao. And then Jeff lying to her about overhearing cops at the gym. Fail marriage. <3 They’re falling to their old habits of not communicating with each other.

“You’re right. I should have just run around in a ski mask—also in public. Blackmailing people.” Melanie Lynskey, I love you.

NATALIE LEANING IN THE DOOR JUMPSCARE, HELP. MA’AM. WHY ARE YOU STANDING LIKE THAT. Lmfao, Nat has been in that outfit for, like, three days now. Those leather pants cannot be comfortable. My god.

That lingering shot of Lottie and Nat’s hands as Lottie gave her the keys. 😵‍💫 I’m actually quite delusional about them now. I think they should tenderly kiss and/or hatefuck.

“If Taissa and Shauna have both been kidnapped, I’m going to be very, very annoyed.” ANDNNSSNSJWJSIDS.

“I’m honored that I seem to be your favorite Yellowjacket.” QKOQWKJDKWWJ.

YES AT MISTY BEING A SWEENEY TODD ENJOYER. That is so right.

I don’t think Walter is making it out of this season alive, lmfao, but what he and Misty have going on is so good. OH, GOD, Misty and Crystal singing the same song. 😭 For the record, I don’t think she’s making it out of the woods either.

NOT MARI ACCUSING COACH BEN. GIRL, YOU’RE NEVER BEATING THE PIT GIRL ALLEGATIONS.

Ben just straight up asking if the girls would have ate him.

Oooogh, more tensions in the cabin over the supernatural vs. rationality split. It’s important to note that Lottie is very uncomfortable at being thrust into the fore by Mari. This is also the first time that Shauna verbally stakes her claim in the skeptics side. God, poor Lottie—she doesn’t want this.

Nat being really gentle with Lisa and trying to help her see through some of the compound’s bullshit. Ugh, it reminds me of that moment last season when she coached Kevyn’s kid during his game. I love her.

Lottie at the therapist/psychiatrist’s(?) office. The way she so nervously plays with her fingers. The slight crack in her voice. The tears in her eyes. God, I’m so fucking unwell.

“Lottie doesn’t need a gun.” Mari, shut up. 😭

Both adult Lottie and teen Lottie being utterly unmoored the way they are in this episode is horribly sad. As of right now, some of the girls are looking to teen Lottie for guidance, while adult Lottie is desperately wanting something to ground her.

LMFAO, the cut from Shauna realizing that Callie’s been lying to her about going to Iliana’s to immediately snooping through her daughter’s closet. So dirty. So unhinged. Ooh, at her finding the burnt Adam ID.

Ugh, that fucking detective is still flirting with her, EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS SHE’S UNDERAGED. I hope Shauna roasts him on a spit. He’s probably going to be the reason why Shauna/Jeff get away bc of how stupid he’s being.

Mommy-daughter bonding time!!! This is all I’ve ever wanted!!!!!!!!!

Misty being so disgusted by Walter’s condiment habits. So, so funny.

“Excuse me. Do you know about the cult with the purple people?” AKQKQKSJSNSJWIEDJSJ.

“Yes, they’re awful tippers.” KQOQOQOQIEDUDJDID.

Oh, God. Tai is just straight up walking the roads now. I fear for her. She is SO unwell. And I think about her progression from S1, Ep. 1 to now. She used to be the most outwardly put together of the core four. Had the family. Had the money. Had the lucrative career. And now look at her—you can see it in her lined eyes and the unfocused way that she walks. She has gone past the point of spiraling. She is in the abyss.

Mari continuing to hear things that the others don’t... love her and Akilah’s friendship. 🥺

A little mouse!!! Now Akilah has an animal emblem! Rabbits for Shauna. The moose for Nat. Wolves and Tai. Deers and Lottie. Birds and Misty?

Lottie making a blood sacrifice to the hollow. Hhhgh. That musical sting while she was doing so was brutal.

The Fourteenth Gilly!!! ANAJJDJDNSND, NATALIE CUPPING HER FACE ON THE COUCH.

Shauna taking her daughter out to the middle of nowhere with no cellphone reception. <33 Just mother-daughter things.

Shauna being truthful about killing Adam. God. HER TEMPORARILY FORGETTING THAT HE WASN’T THE BLACKMAILER. It’s kind of funny and kind of harrowing, the way that these events are blurred to her. It speaks so much to the way she processes trauma.

“Shoot, yes. Kind of.” AKQKWOOQOQOWJDJDJENS. Melanie Lynskey, we’re getting you that Emmy.

“They did… we did things out there that… we’re really ashamed of. And sorry, I know—maybe one day I can talk to you about it, but for now, um, can that just be enough?” Oh, God. This line. The way that Shauna distances herself from the Yellowjackets at first because compartmentalizing is historically how she copes, but then she revisits the statement. She includes herself, but it’s too hard to talk about. You can see the utter pain in her face as she looks away. And you can also see in Callie’s microgestures that this is genuinely one of the first—if not the very first—time her mother has every willingly broached what happened in those woods. And she’s so hurt for her mom. She’s one of the few people who has identified that Shauna is hurting. I’m sick.

God, poor Callie Sadecki. Her mom’s a killer and her father is a blackmailer. No one is allowed to hate this very normal teenaged girl with fucked up parents.

The symbol-marked trees aligning to actually form the symbol. Oh, God.

Ben and Paul. 😭 Oh, Paul is Ben’s first boyfriend. I’m so tender. LET COACH LIVE.

Lisa at her mom: “I love you even when you try to control me.” Jesus fucking Christ.

NAT FUCKING PUTTING THAT GOLDFISH IN HER FUCKING MOUTH. I LOVE AN UNHINGED QUEEN.

“Is this where the purple people are?” WKWKWOWOOWIEJDWJ.

“Tell her I didn’t want us to fucking starve!” GO, MISTY!!!

Leonard. 😭😭

The direction in this episode is so stunning. Lottie going through that arch of white light and then it become elevator doors closing. So good.

THE MUTED THEME SONG IN THE MALL. ALL THE GIRLS EATING TOGETHER. I’M SO UPSET,

LAURA LEE. THAT’S HER GIRLFRIEND.

“Lottie, if you don’t get out of here, you’re gonna die.” 😭 Laura Lee still trying to protect her beyond the grave. I actually have tears in my eyes.

GODDAMMIT, THE MOOSE. NATALIE CRYING. I’M SO FUCKED UP. SO FUCKED UP.

Natalie pushing away the shot. 😭 She’s invested in Lisa. Oh, I’m so, so tender.

MISTY AND WALTER SPLIT SCREEN PARALLELS. SO GOOD. I JUST KNOW THIS MAN ISN’T LIVING. GOD.

“We only have one kid, and as parents, it’s part of our job, we have to protect her, we have to shield her from making the same shitty mistakes we made, Shauna. To throw our fucking bodies in front of her if that’s what we have to do, and what, you’re telling me that you’ve… you’ve made her an accomplice?” THIS MAN DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT THE BABY IN THE WOODS. OTHERWISE, HE WOULDN’T BE FUCKING SAYING THAT, RIGHT? IF HE DOES KNOW, DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“We are lying to everyone, okay, everyone we know. I don’t want to do that to our own daughter.” The vulnerability in Shauna’s voice. So many fascinating layers here. Objectively, Jeff is right—making Callie an accomplice is harrowing. But what’s happening in the subtext is that Callie wants to desperately to connect with her parents, her mom especially, and vice fucking versa!! So it’s fucked up that it’s happening this way, and it’s fucked up that Shauna sounded more like a teenager in that conversation by the car, and it’s fucked up that Callie is so accepting, but that is the literal point here. This family was founded upon deep and unspeakable trauma, and they have to continually grapple with that.

Anyway, Sadecki family bonding moments. <33 I love a family who does crime together and they’re all messed up beyond comprehension.

Shauna tenderly filling Nat’s tub with water. 😭

Oh, my fucking God. The Lottie and Nat tub scene. Sobbing. They’re just kids.

Lottie having a reaction to a Queen card with the eyes scratched out. The girls 100% drew cards to see who the fuck was gonna be hunted.

LOTTIE, LOVE, WHERE ARE YOU TAKING THAT BIG ASS KNIFE?

OH, GOD, SHE’S OFFERING BLOOD SACRIFICES AGAIN. The tears in her eyes.

“Can this just be enough? Please?”

FUCKING JAVI?!

Van exposing Taissa’s preternatural ability. Hhhhgh. Things aren’t looking good for Vantai in the woods.

WHILE YOU WERE STREAMING. AaqkqkkwkqowsksniwiwJQJEJD.

Tai adjusting her hair, even though she clearly hasn’t seen a bed in a week. Go, girl failure. Get ur woman.

ADULT VAN. SOBBING. CRYING SCREAMING. SHE LOOKS SO GOOD.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #s: yellowjackets #maggie blogs #SHOW OF ALL TIME

[radiant-reid]

my cm skips and why

inspired by @steve-harringtons-slut post

season 1

fisher king pt1 it's my least favorite multiparter, i just don't love the plot and it's the start of elle's downfall which makes me sad

season 2

fisher king pt 2 for the same reason as above

aftermath i can watch the first bit but not after elle's undercover part because i don't like bad things happening to her

north mammon i used to like this one but it's hella sad, like one girl has to kill her best friend and the parents don't even really care and then it's all because they dissed the unsub 20 years ago !! like he's a sicko

distress boring af and also i hate watching sad spencer where no one does anything to help him

legacy also bores me and they should have used the 'unsub killing homeless people' once with the s4 finale

season 3

doubt boring and the ending sucked

In name and blood haley hotchner. i was a fan at the beginning and the end but she was cheating on him and i will never be persuaded otherwise. i hated her in this episode, also strauss too. and then spencer's sad at the end, nope nope nope

true night this one bores me, it's such a dumb plot, like a dude who writes comic books lmao

in heat i love JJ and Will and i think that's the only reason i occasionally put up with this episode because the rest of the time it sucks

season 4

normal i think this is a very boring one !! the road one where he ran over his victims >>

omnivore the first time i was cool watching this but now that i know what the start of it is, i save myself the emotional pain

season 5

nameless, faceless same reason as omnivore, i know what happens next and i hate seeing hotch sad. also the victim's kid, who is kind of the victim himself, i would not have cared if he died since he decided to go to school when he should have just stayed at home and been safe, like okay, risk the lives of everyone there

100 no no no no no, too sad

parasite i feel like they did a plot similar to this with the guy in charm and harm

solidarity man again, boring

our darkest hour plot is dumb af, and it's too similar to catching out with a homeless unsub breaking in and killing residents. also, I've always felt like it was meant to be based on Richard Ramirez and it's not scary enough for that

season 6

the longest hour obviously same reasons as above since it's the second part but also i really hate that the dad made Morgan promise to look after his daughter. i get it, he wanted someone good to be there for her, i just feel like that's a shitty thing to do to a near stranger

Devil's night nah, there's has to be a limited number of episodes about unsub's burning people and this one's the worst

what happens at home not a bad plot but ashley seaver ugh, she's the worst

Valhalla + Lauren it's not as sad as when haley dies because we know emily's still alive but i hate that she didn't tell the team and they're all sad

with friends like these not really a big fan of unsubs with hallucinated friends

season 7

heathridge manor sorry mgg, i just don't think this is scary or interesting

divining rod that whole wig thing creeps me out

season 8

god complex the plot is not good and i feel like the title doesn't fit at all

the good earth boring

magnificent light this is makes me laugh because it's so cringe

zugzwang too sad for spencer

season 9

the inspiration and the inspired okay maybe i have two least favorite multiparters because this one i also hate, like the praying mantises and random head in his fridge, nah

route 66 the hotch bit, i like, but the whole plot with the girl running away with her dad, i do not

200 i love JJ and i can't watch her in pain like that. also, i do not get why they went out to a bar right after her rescue like whos idea was that ?

what happens in mecklinburg boring and unrealistic because no woman is going to get out of her car and walk up to a massive truck when they can't see anything bffr

season 10

if the shoe fits makes me cringe so much

hashtag also makes me cringe

nelson's sparrow so unnecessary !!! like why would they kill gideon off when he's been gone for 7 seasons ?? and you're trying to tell me he just got killed by a random unsub, the jason gideon ?? that would have never happened

season 11

drive i hate the episode title and the plot, they should have called it something like execution

derek too sad, i want all the characters to always be happy

a beautiful disaster can the Morgans not catch a break ??

inner beauty plot makes me cringe hard

season 12

seek and destroy i feel like they kind of used this plot before and it felt like a lazy reattempt

(sometimes i skip every episode with spencer in prison but this is as if i'm not)

in the dark don't like the plot

true north an unsub making a sundial ? bffr

season 13

blue angel the plot is like pleasure is my business but with an unsub with a different relationship to the exclusive prostitute and it's way worse

dust and bones the unsub makes me cringe so hard

bad moon on the rise an unsub that thinks he's a werewolf bffr

miasma an unsub that thinks he's a plague doctor bffr

annihilator fuck you linda barnes

the capilanos an unsub that dresses like a clown bffr

the dance of love an unsub that kills based on song titles bffr

all you can eat like unsubs roasting their victims, there can only be a certain number of unsubs poisoning people and this one is the worst

season 14

innocence all because he's not related to his dad ?? shoulda just blackmailed his parents separately or run away

luke too sad, skip

night lights cringing

truth or dare jeid episode, no more needed

season 15

awakening nope jeid

ghost this just seemed unnecessary, like okay luke and matt worked together and caught someone, why would he then kidnap them and get arrested again ?? if you wanna be in the mob or diss the mob, you should know your fam will probably get killed

rusty be fr, i know people can be delusional and whatever but i just cannot with this one

family tree again, be fr, why did he cut the ears off and hang them up ? it's hilarious in an ironic way

face off + and in the end this is the way they chose to end the show ? nah

season 16

i don't even need to watch it to know it sucks, like a covid plotline bffr, that's the most cringe ever. it will never exist in my mind

#my top words: bffr cringe and boring #okay what does everyone else think ? #and i'm sorry for being judgemental af #criminal minds

[chocolatemilksmoothie]

O Titan, Where Art Thou

aka pain, confusion, dread, and ultimately, hope. I felt like this episode ended so fast but also it had a LOT going on huh, this'll be long

King's strange dream seems to take place in that weird in between. Interesting that Luz was able to make it in there, kinda, through the unfinished door

Looks like the Collector is trapped there, in that weird orb thingy

remembering from Hollow Mind, to me who's trapped beneath these bones hmm how does the Titan's body connect to this place?

And he doesn't seem to have noticed the weird connection created between them and King back when he lit the Round Boi on fire (yes I'll keep calling it that, sue me). they were surprised to hear someone else there

He sounded so desperate... I won't be alone, don't leave, come back. huh, how long you been there you little chaos goblin?

(EDIT because I wonder if the Round Boi being a reflective surface is connected to Luz being able to see through mirrors/glass when she was in there)

god, poor King. he's supposed to grow to a gigantic size, and how long does a titan even live??? will he outlive everyone. depressing thoughts, too much, he is just a little kid why must we hurt him

Luz and King are siblings!!! she is concerned about him!!

HELP THEY LOOK SO COOL AJSKDA LILITH

I want all of these posters on my wall asap

"I still haven't recovered from that tea party, ugh" amazing callback, Hooty you absolute menace

heartbreaking to see the Owl House all broken and messy. Well, messier than usual

Loving Lily's winter look work it girl

I support putting snorse glue in Belos' shampoo!

"someone had to bury our bones" LILITH NO

Perfect merch opportunity

everyone's got a lot to process, especially King. wait til they remember the titan blood oh boy

oh Lily, once again trying to treat King like some deity. I think by the end she understood but old habits die hard

"I'm a god's aunt!" her dialogue is killing me this episode I swear

Luz wants to get him his bunny back Imma go cry

I liked the parallel of Eda lying to Luz, wanting to keep her safe but ultimately harming her and their relationship, and Raine doing the same to Eda. thank god we had honesty at the end

"I wanna go on a heist" "of course you do"

"I'd kill for you. please ask me to kill for you" _ Lilith at King, probably

"wouldn't you rather have a beach day?" "maybe if we had time for 20 more adventures, but we don't!" (oh man it's almost like our 20 episodes third season was unexpectedly shortened to just 3 specials so now we get no time for beach filler episodes, DISNEY)

everyone ominously marching to the Head *shudders*

obsessed with the shitty bootleg coven scout uniforms

STEVE MY BELOVED

why is he lowkey cool as hell. chillest dude ever. the voice of reason. wisest man alive. questioning authority and his beliefs. shoulder pats for Steve

Steve and King bonding on a soul searching motorcycle adventure helping people all over the Isles was not what I expected but it is what I NEEDED

Hooty consistently being Lilith's common sense is the funniest thing ever

I'm cackling

and he made a little origami demon with the pages later he is perfect

bro he is just a little kid who wanted to know where he came from and have his Owl Family meet his Demon Family don't touch me

Helihooty? Hootycopter? whatever

I too, cry when I see old sapphics in love, Steve

"this. is for my kids" GOD

and Raine has such a kind heart too, and they're a quick thinker!

no YOU look like a pile of compost, Terra!

this whole part was heartbreaking. Eda just wants them to get away, to be safe, she doesn't care what happens to her and has no plan to stop the Day of Unity from happening, and Luz is so sad and feels betrayed, after all they've been through, after how much she's grown, she refuses to give up without a fight

shout out to the acting, the music, the boarding, the colors, the everything this whole episode

remembering season 1 King wanting to be seen as a huge powerful demon and now it terrifies him, he has grown a lot. poor little guy

STEVE FACE REVEAL oh I love his design he is just a Guy with a gentle face and a mismatched horn. best boy

"hey girl, I've been there. I can recommend a good therapist" I love him your honor

also therapy coven confirmed? is it a branch of the healing coven? lmao

also also maybe give the therapist contact to uh. everyone else too. they need it

help him

I support Darius insulting Alador any chance he gets because his abomatrons keep hurting my children

"please try not to bite anybody" reluctant dad energy

Raine meeting Luz made me extremely happy thanks for the serotonin Owl Crew

I ADORE this Raine-Darius friendship they are so funny. gay on gay violence (affectionate)

"I'm starting to think I wasn't very good at my job" I think you were probably better than Kiki if that's any consolation

"PLEASE tell me you have a cool rebel name!" my brain immediately: " gasp, the LGBTs"

PLEASE MORE DARIUS AND RAINE SCENES. BESTIES

EVERYTHING'S COME FULL CIRCLE BABEY YEAAAAAHH

so many callbacks this episode we really are in the endgame now

Hopefully next week the Hexside team can reunite with the CATS (meowmeow!!) so we can all work together in the season finale

Also I'd like for Darius to have an honest chat with Hunter about the previous guard...

THE PALISTROM WOOD I love Eda so much

so by next week we will get to see Luz's palisman at last. I suspected she'd carve it during this season

I think a bat is still my favorite option at the moment. Amity already has a cat so I don't think they'd repeat that, and a bat is not a bird but can fly, she is a Clawthorne but also comes from somewhere else, she is between worlds!

a snake and a bird are also popular guesses. whatever it is, can't wait to see! and learn their name of course

Wonderful episode, packed with feelings, character relationships and plot development. it really hit me hard that we don't have a lot of the Owl House left... let's enjoy what we can together

#toh #toh spoilers #the owl house #the owl house spoilers #king clawthorne #luz noceda #eda the owl lady #edalyn clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #steve toh #darius toh #raine whispers #hooty #belos #long post #toh analysis #the collector #the ending was very soft

[cyborg-cinderella]

So I just finished watching Obi Wan Kenobi final and all I can think of right now are two things:

1. Pain. Lots and lots of pain and sadness, especially for my monster baby boy Anakin AKA Lord Vader. He is so broken, angry and lost and it is truly devastating to see what he has become. Hayden Christensen deserves all the love and all the awards, so anyone who still wants to talk sh!t about him can kindly f*** off.

2. Why does this franchise always refuse to let Darth Vader mourn his wife? Seriously, WHY??? He’s allowed to remember the better, more innocent times with his former master Obi Wan and he’s allowed to find redemption through the love for his son, but he’s never — not even once — ever allowed to express any grief over loosing the most important person in his life. And that’s exactly what she was — Padme was the most important person in Anakin Skywalker’s life (yes, even more important than Obi Wan or his mother). She was his wife, his partner, his home, etcs. She is the reason why he eventually joined the darkside — we can criticize him as much as we want because, yes, Vader is a monster … but underneath that murder machine is still a man who was willing to do anything (even kill others and destroy himself in the process) just so he could save the woman he loved. And he should be allowed to mourn her. Ugh! Just let him say her name at least once. 😔

If the audience is allowed to see Obi Wan actually talk about Padme and say all these wonderful things about her to Leia (forever grateful for these crumbs that we received — thank you, Deborah Chow), then why are we not allowed to see Vader mourn his wife in private?? Why aren’t we allowed to see him miss and grieve for her?? If he’s allowed to remember the old days with Obi Wan, then he should also be allowed to remember moments with his own wife. Nobody mattered more to him than she did. Her death and his failure to save her is one of the main reasons why he’s so angry with Obi Wan and the entire galaxy. She was EVERYTHING to him and when she died, I have no doubt that he wanted to die along with her too. His anger and murderous rage is the only thing that actually kept him alive for so long.

So yeah, if they do decide to make a season two of Obi Wan Kenobi, then they f***ing better figure out a way to have Darth Vader remember Padme Amidala.

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #kenobi spoilers #anidala #vaderdala #star wars #kenobi series #anakin skywalker #darth vader #hayden christensen #sw prequels #sw meta #obi wan kenobi #now i am in desperate NEED for vaderdala fics #especially ones with soft and gentle moments between padme and a suited vader #jfc am i asking for too much?? #sigh 😔 #pain 💔 #review

[unsleepingtales]

Burrow's End Episode 2 Reactions!

Ok so I watched this spread out over last night and this morning and now I'm in a Great mood for class! This episode was so good though. Really really truly this is wonderful and I love this season.

She thought they would have greater numbers?? Aabria you’re the one who wrote it what do you mean

Erika’s character look is so cool

Electricity?

That is what mothers are like yeah.

I don’t know about every stoat in the world being able to harness lightning magic but sure okay

This line of thinking from Tula feels very in line with what Brennan’s talked about in the past of it always being valuable for someone to have basic needs in mind, and it making everything easier and more enjoyable when those things are considered first.

Oooh paladin things!

This season is going to fuck me up incredibly badly and it’s not even going to be the sad shit it’s just going to be the parent/child interactions.

It hurts to be awake because it’s all I ever think about and there are no answers. So real.

Ava is so good to watch

Every time it cuts to Erika-

Ugh I love dnd so much

Every time Brennan gets a nat1 he kind of hides behind it lol

Tula has a -1 to arcana???

Love to see the weird british things counter return

Cageyyyy

Bear nearby and bear has small friends?

BATTLE MAP BATTLE MAP

THE WHOLE MAP IS A BEAR

Vampire chipmunk??? What the fuck what the fuck what the fuckkkk

WHAT

Ok oh my gif the threatening energy in “Oh, you didn’t beat me.”

WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD WHAT I HATE THAT WHAT

I hate it I hate it I hate it no god please no

ON THE DOME TOO??

Izzy is so right about the magic school bus thing

My soul shoots straight out of my ass, into hell. 🙂.

This is so unpleasant to look at

This does not feel proportional but it’s fine this is fine

HOW IS THIS BEAR ALIVE

Erika is so good at being The Old Lady

Be better!!

So help me I will turn this bear around!

Oh my god

I get that the heart beating is important to convey that the bear is still alive but jesus

There’s literally enough bear already.

Parasitic chipmunks nesting inside a bear. Good lord.

God I keep looking at the projection. That’s so unsettling.

Bad! This feels bad!

Oh my GOD

What oh god please no

What a brilliant episode to be watching while I have breakfast

I’m so curious if the bear’s actions are legendary actions or lair actions

Oh that was such a new york mother voice

That was literally a commercial break. The Iyengar-Mulligan bit. That was a comic relief commercial break

Horrible!!!

Eraser destroying power couple lmao

Like a stoat!

As an experienced babysitter I can confirm. Eight year olds are strong and it is because they don’t know they are. Being punched by an eight year old fucking hurts.

They’re taking the Alvin thing so far and it’s incredible

Ava WHAT are you doing

Oh I had a physical reaction to that. That was so unpleasant.

You think you’ve got this (threatening)

(Aabria laughs at the nerve of this play)

I love seeing my own table dynamics reflected in others. Because this wild swinging from hysterical laughter to jaw dropping horror is exactly what happened literally four days ago in my current game.

If your spine isn’t working store bought is fine

I dislike this strongly

She’s in the medulla oblongata! (Mentopolis)

FUCK YEAH LILA

Oh my god Aabria

Terrifying right now but like I’m a fun way

Just a lil blood soaked guy

I really appreciate how Aabria always mentions who’s up next so they can prep

I love doing things that potentially have great consequences just to see what it would do.

Oh we’re in blue again ok

What a wild thing to be happening right now

Oh good god

Do NOT eat it

What oh god what the fuck are you doing

MID COMBAT LEVEL UP???

Oh ok.

No I don’t believe that they’re dead- well, they don’t look great…

Pick your one favorite organ

The devil inside my child’s head!

Level up eyyy

What a visual

And also to you :)

Oh my god

Ok! What a time. Wow.

#burrow’s end #reactions #verbal component #burrow's end

[the-hedgerow-house]

Chapter 1: Ad Terminum

Autumn.

While all the seasons had their charms, it was autumn that you always held a slight preference for compared to the others. Perhaps it was the fiery colors of the leaves or the warming cinnamon drinks that came out for you to enjoy when the weather turned, or maybe the release of the heat and humidity of summer that let you delve into your vast collection of sweaters and long pants at your leisure. Though it hadn’t always been the case, you had come to appreciate the comfort of the mild chill and falling leaves in your late youth, as once upon a time the idea of returning to school made you detest this season long before winter could suck the remaining light and warmth from the world.

Alas, even these small things had a limit, each as fleeting as the season itself. Leaves would run out and become soggy, brown clumps under the damp morning dew, drinks would rotate away to the next holiday-appropriate flavor–ugh, peppermint–the chill would turn to frost, frost beget sleet and sleet inevitably became snow. Like everything in your life, this brief moment of perfection–perfect weather, perfect trees, perfect stillness–would end and you’d be left waiting for the next one to find you. Perhaps in late winter when the sun was coming back and you caught that ideal, windless morning where the snow was powdery and pristine so the cold didn’t make you hate existing on the material plane.

Anymore than normal that is.

That was one reason you’d decided it was worth it to go for a walk at all, hunkered into your favorite worn-out sweater with headphones thrumming away to whichever random track the shuffle dictated. This time of day was calm; the midday rush of drivers going to work was over, kids were in school, and the denizens remaining were too busy raking leaves or getting ‘one last grill in’ to be out to bother you. Any remaining locals were probably busy getting ready for the only truly important part of the season–the thing you secretly looked forward to every year, even if you always ended up going alone.

Eerie Fest.

Small towns being what they were, it was rare to have anything to look forward to that didn’t involve sports, school or the local clergy hosting some event or another, but there was always one thing that each place had that was unique in only the way small towns could manage: quirky local traditions. In this case, your favorite event–the thing you waited for every year without fail–was Eerie Fest. The one community event that wasn’t coordinated by tired high schoolers or overly-friendly church moms, it was open for any and all to participate in, sponsored by the town itself to keep local flavor alive.

Or something like that.

At one time, it was a standard farming-town-produce-market type thing but after a particularly heavy frost pushed the showcase back and ruined the crops somewhat, some of the townsfolk had the idea to make up for the losses by having autumn themed games to turn over some revenue. Next thing anyone knew, kiosks of food and drink popped up, local Halloween enthusiasts put on shows and walked around in costume, and then it became indistinguishable from Halloween itself. Each year a theme was voted on and adhered to, volunteers would help set up and assign jobs to prepare for the event in early October, and the neighboring towns flocked in for food, booze and scares. Actual scares. Eerie Fest was not for kids, they always said.

Kind of bullshit, you knew, but the effort was appreciated. That was the true reason you had even wanted to go out for a walk in the first place, the weather being a nice bonus that motivated you out of your comfy hovel of blankets and Disney movies to brave the outdoors and the chance it was crispy and windy as all get-out. While not paid work, volunteers could get tips, and you’d hoped for a chance to prove yourself as a force to be reckoned with in costume and creep by preparing a bizarre creature sewn together in a fevered rush of creativity once you’d woken from an oddly vivid dream of the thing. It’s not as if you had a job at the moment, much to your dismay, but this! This could be the nudge you needed to start something, to make things!

With any luck, your fabric-and-plastic quadruped critter would earn you just enough attention to start sewing and crafting full-time. You just needed to get to the sign up before it got full. The venue location was, supposedly, in a new place this year; someone had convinced the city library to permit them to host in the forest behind the building as it was a decent bit of walking space rife with trees that really fulfilled the ‘fall festival’ aesthetic quota. Of course it would be a small town library that took up shop in an old, run down house–a ‘historical landmark’ site–that had an estate attached to it that put the local parks to shame. None of those fancy new buildings with free wifi and vending machines here.

You knew it well enough, though, having spent many an afternoon picking through the old books covered in dust and leather at the very back of the collection. Convincing the librarian to let a 16-year-old handle such old volumes was a chore paid in volunteer hours for the summer so if anything happened to them, the insurance would cover it, but you felt it was worth it. Then again, part of you felt that those long afternoons and evenings and weekends tending to creaking shelves and inventory rotations did you no favors in befriending your classmates.

The other part of you doubted that feeling altogether just on principle. There were no sleepovers, no after-school snacks at a friend’s house, no riding bikes to the gas station to buy cheap candy with the change you fished out of the couch cushions–not with company anyway. No, there was nothing you were missing out on that the library was getting in the way of. It had spared you the embarrassment of being rejected if you’d dared ask to join in.

The library was a good place.

Though it loomed overhead like it had been peeled from a classic horror movie and slapped into a suburban neighborhood, all iron gates and black trimming in desperate need of a paint job, it was familiar to you. Welcoming. Close for the day–it was Sunday after all–but even so you felt a bit happier just coming by, wrapping your fingers around the chilly twisted fence while popping an earbud out to listen. “Long time no see,” you said quietly, almost anticipating the house to respond in some way even though you knew it couldn't. Despite your aptitude for the Dewey Decimal System, the library could only allow volunteers that were under the age of 18 to work there for some sort of confounded legal reason; once you were of-age, you had to be employed properly and there was ‘simply no budget’ for another librarian in such a small town. After that, your visits became less frequent, the old librarian–Mrs. Thompson–retiring not long after you graduated only to be replaced by the study para from your school of all people.

You didn’t much care for that para, and she didn’t much care for you either. Especially when you corrected her filing method in passing after she’d taken over the desk that should have had your dear Mrs. Thompson behind it. The library had grown uncomfortable after that, so your visits diminished until they stopped altogether, this being the first time you’d even been in the area in well over a year. You hoped the old house didn’t hold a grudge for your disappearance, but there was to way to know unless it had somehow taken up English in the last few years.

It had not.

After a long moment of glancing around the front of the property, seeing the peeling gray-white paint and black trimming that had come apart along the porch’s front molding, the pots that you knew had once held real plants–you watered them diligently over the summer–long dead and replaced by fake plastic and silk ficuses, the patches of dead grass in a weedy lawn and the dark windows drawn closed with heavy curtains you could only faintly make out, you felt a kind of sorrow. In some way, the library wasn’t there. Asleep. It didn’t notice you, didn’t hear you, too consumed by the neglect of the caretaker who couldn’t be bothered to dust the shelves if it didn’t hold whatever new YA romance novels and New York Times nonsense paperbacks were popular at the time.

What I wouldn't give to get in there and just clean it up a bit, you thought, hand falling from the rail as you followed the cement and iron wall that surrounded the yard to the walkway that would lead to the private wood. Willing as you were with the time to do it, cleaning up would require talking to the new librarian–’new’ being a relative term by now, it had been a good six years or so since the changing of the guard–and you simply couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

The walkway darted straight along the wall, inclined slightly to follow the hill the forest sat on that would give you a clear view of the house, which was partly built into the hill itself in the back. Assuming it was the same as you remembered, you knew there was a room in that part of the house that held the very old, rare books that needed special permission to use as the room was always cool and dark and dry. For a moment, the dead leaves and cold air scent that had been your company for the walk was replaced by the faint memory of old paper, dust and bourbon. Mrs. Thompson swore up and down that the smell was due to the original owner using that room to store their liquor collection but you were never 100% sure after finding a flask tucked into a drawer of the desk in the corner of the storeroom with the letters MT engraved on it. Part of you wondered if, by some miracle, it might still be there waiting for a swig to be taken after a long night of cataloging and inventory. A wry smile turned your lips at the idea but like all of your thoughts at the moment, you pushed it aside, as it necessitated talking to the librarian.

Sarah Duhrn was not getting the satisfaction of your curiosity.

Leaves crunched and crumpled as you hiked the mild incline, the solid thud of boot-to-ground changing from cement to dirt as you moved off the regulated path onto the worn down trail formed by years of feet coming through and forging their own way, sidewalks be damned. Eventually it would level out and lead to a flattened portion of land where the fest was being held but that would still take a bit of walking to reach, your knees already aching as the leaves, now wet and matted with mud that never dried beneath the canopy, slid around underfoot. Banging your shins and getting soggy were not part of the game plan, but the sliding and stopping that jerked your body around like some kind of stringless puppet was almost worse in a way.

I don’t need to roll my ankle again, you told yourself, nails digging into the bark of a sturdy maple while you caught your breath.

With a not-insignificant amount of effort, you managed to drag your way to more stable ground at the top of the hill. At least here there was some semblance of a hiking path still etched into the ground, flattening the rise enough to allow you to balance on your own two feet properly. Begrudgingly, you took the time to scrape mud and detritus from your shoes against an upturned root, losing precious minutes of walking time simply to ensure you didn’t slip any more than the autumn ground already intended for you. Hopefully there would be positions open by the time you arrived at the fairgrounds that wouldn’t involve interacting with attendees sans costume, but none of it mattered if you busted your face or ankles up before then by being careless.

Satisfied with what you did manage to scour off your worn tennis shoes, you took a look around for an indicator of where the festival was going to be; vaguely, you recalled someone in the cafe where you’d heard about the sign up saying it was up in the old campgrounds, deep in the woods where the town’s lights wouldn’t interrupt the ambiance, but where that actually was you had no idea. “Summer camp” wasn’t really your thing growing up, even if it was technically just a four day weekend behind the library. Too many kids from school you didn’t feel like being in close quarters with, uninterrupted, for days at a time to make it worthwhile.

Taking a guess you weren't up far enough, you pointed your toes uphill and began to march, pondering the other details of the event you remembered from the cafe poster. Any other year, you might have passed up on the endeavor simply because the effort wasn’t worth it, but upon seeing the theme that had been voted on, you felt a glimmer of true excitement. For the first time in five years, they’d passed on the milquetoast ‘harvest’ and ‘pumpkin patch’ themes and dove back to the true root of Eerie Fest: actually being scary.

This year, they picked The Hedgerow House.

More of an urban legend than a scary story, there was hardly a teen or college freshman in the county who didn’t know about that macabre place–it was the main reason the campground had been so sought after this year. There was an old multi-story lodge on the property that was being decorated to resemble the forbidden building of legend, with the decor and spooksters–the nickname for the costumed actors given to them by well-meaning parents–being assigned a role as one of the denizens of the house itself. Supposedly, the goings-on of The Hedgerow House were the stuff of nightmares that only the most versed and prolific of horror fans would appreciate, from missing persons to mutilations, cult activity, inhuman creatures and enthusiastic cannibalism; each telling of the house was a bit different yet all claimed to be true. They couldn’t possibly water down this theme! Your excitement for a truly awful, memorable, unsettling Eerie Fest experience was all you wanted. To participate in something you actually cared about.

You were already called a monster by enough people in town, it only made sense to finally cash in on that title.

A rapid beeping struck your ear out of the blue, startling you from your thoughts. What was that? Reaching for your earbuds, you felt a bitter hand of worry grip your neck. One of them was gone! How? When?! Turning to look down the path, the worry grew into a near panic. How in the world could you find your lost headphone in this mess!?

You had to try, or that incessant beeping would continue as the paired headset tried to sync up again and again, fruitlessly. Muttering swears at your own misfortune, you trudged back to approximately where you cleaned your shoes, finding the mud scrapes relatively easily. The beeping stopped as you did, meaning the damn thing was hiding out somewhere nearby; it was bright white, so it should stand out pretty well against the dirt and leaves–right?

Even if it did, that didn’t spare you the time it took to rifle through the masses of plant matter, feeling the wet odor of decaying plant life cling to your sleeves and seep under your nails. Three–five–ten minutes later, it finally turned up, somehow nestled safely under the very root you’d used to clean your shoes. For a moment, you swore it hadn’t been there before, but you were too relieved to find it to question whether your eyes were playing tricks or if the forest had mischievous critters hiding around every bush that enjoyed your misery. Cleaning it off, you put it back in your ear–cold! Ugh.

You rose from the ground, losing hope you’d get to sign up on time at all at this rate.

The ground shifted.

Sopping leaves skid over each other, taking your foot with them with a crunch as gravel and twigs gave way. Your knee burned, taking the brunt of the slide you unwillingly found yourself having. Everything went pear-shaped as you landed with a whump on your back at the foot of the hill, staring up at the gray autumn sky between the treetops. Taking a slow breath, a guttural curse wound its way out of your throat.

“FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!”

Carefully, you sat up, wincing; the pain was mild, mostly just bumps and a wicked rug burn thanks to your jeans greeting the hillside on behalf of your thigh, but your pride hurt the most. How in blue blazes did you manage to fall down the damn hill so easily?!

Coming outside was a mistake, you decided, peeling your wet backside off the leafy ground with all the grace of a newborn horse. Home was sounding better and better by the minute, but as you peered up the way you came, you found this side to be the rear of the hill–and that it was overgrown with tall grass wherever the hillside itself hadn’t crumbled away into muddy shelves between gnarled roots. There was no way to climb back up without a ridiculous amount of struggle, enough so that you briefly contemplated just going to the campground anyway to spare yourself the hassle of walking around to managable ground.

Looking around for some indicator of what to do, your eyes glanced off of something odd hanging from a nearby tree. Picking over roots and fallen branches to keep yourself from tripping back into the mire, you approached the thingamabob as your brow creased. It was a sign–literally! Dangling from a single bolt so it swayed idly in the wind, the wooden arrow had been painted with a grayish wash and the words “The Hedgerow House” in blue, but it was chipped around the edges and worn out in places as if someone had taken a belt sander to it.

That’s probably exactly what they did, you realized, playing with it curiously. The sign was hanging upside down, pointing the opposite way from where it would if it had been secured properly.

This presented a mild dilemma. Assuming the sign was placed there on purpose by the crew to help wayward hikers like yourself find their way, that would make it a recent addition put there as part of the event. If that were the case, you had to wonder if the hanging sign effect was deliberate as a part of the horror theme, playing into the idea of worn out warning signs protagonists usually ignored or missed during their unfortunate descent into the terrors awaiting them. That being the case, the upside down arrow would be pointing in the right direction–the way you had been planning to go.

But a deep part of you felt like no one on the planning committee was that clever and the sign had simply been poorly secured, meaning it was indicating the opposite direction. The thought you’d been mistaken and had been walking off into the woods because you didn’t know where the campsite was supposed to be somehow made you both angry with yourself and almost disappointed you hadn't managed to go missing through pure stupidity. Maybe then someone would have cared enough to ask if you were safe and actually invest in your wellbeing.

Alas.

The missing headphone might have saved them the trouble, sparing you from a more embarrassing situation altogether by dropping you down the hill to see the sign in the first place. Deciding it was negligence making it hang off its support and not clever design work–honestly, how many people wouldn’t immediately think it was supposed to be read while hanging the correct way?--you turned your body toward the deeper part of the forest and started your march once again, keeping an eye and ear open for chatter and signs of human activity. Hopefully this hiccup would pan out and you could slip into one of the monster roles before someone else took the good ones.

The Hedgerow House, according to the collective zeitgeist online dedicated to sharing the stories about it, had a decent number of supposed residents in its walls. For a while, you’d been under the impression it was simply a new creepypasta based on how it reached your ear via overheard chatter between classes, but after a particularly stressful night of crap math assignments and a consideration that your English teacher was either an idiot or insane with how much they wanted your class to analyze every color choice of the cast’s clothing in… whatever book you’d been made to read at the time that you couldn't recall, you’d found yourself researching the name in an effort to amuse yourself. ‘Deep’ was not the word for the rabbit hole you found yourself in for the next few hours proceeding that google search. Only the faintest of anecdotes laced these tales together at all, making the pool of proof rather shallow, but there had certainly been enough to make one of those red string cork boards crazy people were shown having when they desperately wanted a connection to be made that supported their conspiracy. 

Tidbits of information welled up as you dug through your memories to try and sort out what you wanted to be at the fair; fixation was rare for you, as it was hard to maintain interest in something when there was no one to share it with, so like many things you tried to ‘get into’ through the years the research binge had lost its spark and faded into your memory over time. That didn’t stop the occasional resurgence though, as you had alerts for that topic still saved in your phone, even to this day. If something about that house came up at all, you eventually heard about it and got a refresher of the details–just poor luck you supposed that it had been a few years since the last real ‘update’.

Surprised by the fact it was not some Slenderman-type phenomenon where a fake spooky thing got popular enough that people forgot if it was real or not, this one was a genuine urban legend. Not even the ‘made up urban legend that became popular’ self-feeding loop where no one knew if it was the story or the content that came first. By your research, The Hedgerow House was a true creepy tale, possibly an amalgam of smaller stories about murder houses and missing persons being attributed to one place by retelling-telephone; it had been around for ages with sightings and news clippings dating back to the Great Depression and turn of the century at least. Hell, at this point, you felt that if it came out to be a really elaborate hoax you’d want to shake the hand of whoever did it simply for the effort they went through to convince everyone it was a real tale.

You’d still be mad though.

According to your vague memory of research, the earliest note of the elusive house had to do with another legend of The Blank Man somewhere in Colorado’s mountains and ranch country. Supposedly, if one wandered out to pasture late at night under a full moon, they’d risk meeting The Blank Man, a tall figure dressed in the duster and hat of a cowboy from the late 1800s whose face was just a bit off. Never, ever invite a stranger met at night to the campfire, you recalled, the stories themselves sharing that the stranger would stroll up out of the dark, all manners and agreeable words, sometimes with a horse or mule that was also off in some way, though other times he was alone. If allowed to sit, the others at the fire would be engaged in conversation about this and that but slowly notice the stranger just didn’t quite feel right.

Odd movements, facial features that appeared to change location or color or shape, too many fingers or not enough; the animal with him would be too large or too skinny, sometimes lacking fur or eyes altogether, also changing slightly every time someone dared to look at it. Eventually, the campers would realize the stranger’s features had simply given up and slipped away entirely, revealing a blank face under the brim of the hat like a mannequin. At that point, the stories about this cryptid man varied based on the reactions of the group he sat with.

If they reacted negatively to this faceless man, it ended very poorly for all of them. The details for being rude to the stranger you couldn’t really remember, but most of them were only shared in news reports of missing people being found days later after going to pasture and not returning. Cattle drivers in particular were pretty concerned about the presence of The Blank Man, as he supposedly liked to follow them, which he was wont to do when treated with respect. Pointing out his facelessness without freaking out had mixed results, some saying he’d leave out of shame and others swearing they had shit luck for days afterward with animals dying or feeling sick. The interesting part to you, though, were the two snippets that featured accounts where the campers had been unbothered.

The first was told by an older ranch hand, the kind who wouldn’t be out of place in a John Wayne movie, that had seen more things than any man should see out in the wilds of the Rockies and so was unphased by the appearance of The Blank Man. Outwardly anyway. At the time, he’d been alone at his post, watching for coyotes or other trouble that had been bothering the herd while his comrades had made camp further up wind. When the stranger approached, the usual chicanery commenced, the ranch hand noting the man’s eyes would often go dark and his face warp if stared at for too long. The ranch hand offered the man coffee, keeping his eyes on the cattle, and reported the conversation was slow but interesting. By the end, when the facelessness was revealed, the hand said he’d given the stranger a long look before offering him a refill of coffee.

Having run out of words and drink, the stranger left shortly after, thanking the ranch hand for his hospitality and disappearing into the night. Thereafter, they claimed the drive went off without a hitch, as if the predators had all given up on chasing them down; at the end of the article, the man swore up and down that when he looked behind him he’d see a rider on a dark horse that he couldn't make out as one of his fellows taking up the rear position. None of them would admit to being the one down that way, so he’d taken to pouring a cup of coffee at the fire each night for ‘the helpful stranger’ covering their asses.

The second notable story like that was very similar, however it happened to a group of campers that all swore by the same note that a man with an unreadable face had ridden past them on a tall, withered horse while they were roasting hotdogs and stopped just outside the fire light. They offered him a soda and a frank but he declined, telling them a moment later to not cross the river at the bridge nearby, which had startled all of them at the time as they were all backpacking that way for their outing and had been planning to do just that but didn’t say as much. Thanking him for the warning, he rode on; none of them could agree what he looked like, but they did collectively note he was tall and seemed just a bit off, which they chalked up to a trick of the light. The next day, they found the bridge they’d been warned about and opted to hike down river to the next crossing; later it was confirmed the tresses of the bridge had given out due to intense rain in the preceding weeks, causing it to collapse when another group tried to cross. One of them drowned as a result.

You were personally fond of the cryptids that had manners and rules as they were more interesting than the ‘fuck you and die’ kind.

How did those stories tie back to The Hedgerow House though? That had been your curiosity after reading the tales of camping gone wrong. From your reading of the research, stories about people with empty faces and bizarre fae-like rules of engagement had been appended to The Blank Man over the years, regardless of where they were from or if other features made sense such as the cowboy hat and weird animal companion being noted in the story or not. This evolution of the story had The Blank Man stop his moonlit meetups in favor of welcoming travelers into his cabin, usually on long, dark and rainy nights or when the person in question was in distress. Naturally.

What occurred thereafter was roughly in line with the original stories: unusual facial features, odd behavior or body proportions, polite attitude and a general dislike of people pointing out he was ugly or had no face. Most of the house-related tales devolved into hearsay along the way with none of them having many first-hand accounts due to the victims all supposedly dying. The method of death at least remained consistent, which you felt was the reason they were attributed to the same monster at all in the end.

The quality of terror dropped off significantly when the house-related stories got more common, likely as a result of people making up things to add to the lore so to say, but The Blank Man wasn’t the only victim of this habit. While noting down the other residents attributed to the house, you’d found a vague pattern in all of them where some regional critter or killer devolved from unique local terror to a D-grade horror trope after being forced into the ‘spooky house in the woods’ role. The most bizarre part of it though was the consistent description of the house itself that was used.

Indeed, the corkboard of red string had at least one major commonality justifying its metaphorical existence, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out if it was a coincidence or if all the fans had decided to default to the same description once they made up their minds about it. Regardless of the reason, it was certainly interesting to see each collection of stories describe the giant, paint-peeling walls, torn up yard of old fountains and sidewalks, the gothic roof and prevalent insistence of a gate bordered by dark hedges that separated the property from the surrounding woods. There was a reason it was called The Hedgerow House afterall.

Of all the things you learned about the collection of nasty things supposedly occupying this house at one time or another, it was the house itself that you kept coming back to each time you got an alert for it. Killer cryptids were great and all, but rarely did you find a literal building being called anything other than haunted, so you grew fond of the property more so than the supposed residents. While the denizens all eventually ended up assigned to the house somewhere along the way, only a few started in one right from the get-go. Most specifically, The Butcher and The Puzzlemaster–their stories strongly featured houses matching the description of the infamous residence, which you felt couldn’t be an accident given they were from opposite ends of the country and predated the internet itself.

By your own research, you would have thought The Puzzlemaster was some west coast tribute to H. H. Holmes and the Saw franchise had it not been for the shocking footnote that the original tale of the ‘house of infinite rooms’ was dated to the 1860s. Holmes had barely gotten out of diapers by then, and with some amount of conspiratorial thinking you’d wondered if he’d heard of this story growing up and if it led to his infamous murder hotel later in life. You’d been disappointed to learn Holmes was born in New Hampshire while Washington wasn’t even a state yet, making it extremely unlikely that the two were even remotely related. After your pride had recovered, you’d been able to find references to the house itself buried between the recountings of locals who claimed their own houses mysteriously acquired new rooms they didn’t recognize or remember and nurses at the hospital discussing the bizarre psychosis symptoms of some of the patients who talked about looping corridors and horrific puzzles that coincided with injuries they sustained.

All of them mentioned looking out a window and seeing a wrought iron gate framed by hedges, regardless of whether they had one or not themselves. This particular feature also appeared in the New England tale of The Butcher, who started out as a typical serial killer story until you backtraced it enough to some extremely old accounts of stories told of settlers–not by, unfortunately–who’d encounter a man in the woods wearing trapper furs and carrying an ax–more often than not they lost one of their party while fleeing. Given how old and vague these particular stories were, it was a wonder that any of them managed to cling to the idea that the manic woodsman was a miserable bloke that cut up people in his basement to use their meat for his dinner.

That basement, of course, belonging to a house with an iron gate framed by hedges in the front.

Over and over, the gate and hedges popped up eventually. Some of the details beyond that would come and go, such as the color of the house itself or the quality of the yardwork, but it always came back to the gate and the hedges without fail. Thus, The Hedgerow House.

The house that sat in the woods, alone, surrounded by dark hedges that never died, hugging an unrusting iron gate that opened only for the wayward and unlucky fools fated to walk its halls, never to return.

Or at least, most of them didn’t. The few stand alone accounts of the house that weren’t appended to other stories–the origin of the description if nothing else–all came from supposed survivors. People that had gone missing in the woods specifically, never from the same area, yet all absolutely certain they found an iron gate and hedges that let them into the yard. One of them had claimed he was let in by a man in a wide-brimmed hat with no face–in Michigan.

That was what had sparked the internet to lose their minds about the implication of a house that never stayed put full of monsters that snatched people out of the woods, tortured them, and then once in a while decided to let them go home. Any of the folks recovered from these supposed ordeals couldn’t recall details beyond the gate they first found and if someone or something had decided to come after them after they entered; beyond three days, they couldn’t remember anything at all, yet continued to carry the psychological effects of their trauma for years after. Folklore enthusiasts, ghost hunters and horror fans alike all pooled their knowledge together to determine the identity of the thing or things inside the residence based on the commonalities between stories matching the description of the house or the behavior of the monster within, resulting in the modern account of The Hedgerow House’s nine potential residents and their preferred methods of torture for the hapless victim they chose.

All of it was a fascinating case study of how scary stories evolved over time and you loved it for that, but more than anything you sought comfort in the macabre existence of the house for getting you through some rough patches growing up. Alerts seemed to come up whenever you were particularly downtrodden after something or other going on in your life that you couldn’t really control decided to mess up your plans and sense of comfort, which was rare enough as is. The idea of a house full of misfit monsters that existed outside of human rationale made you feel that somewhere out there was a place where you could fit in properly.

A laugh roused you from your thoughts as you trudged the unmarked path through the trees in the vague direction of the campground; a good amount of time had passed while you reminded yourself why you were going through the trouble of coming out this way at all simply to try and participate in an event themed around your beloved freak show collection. The sound had been your own voice as you mocked yourself for thinking there was anywhere for you to live peacefully, when you knew at its core that things like The Hedgerow House simply didn’t exist and the monsters in the stories were all made up at some point or another by people who didn’t know any better. There would be no reprieve for people like you.

You could never be so lucky.

The forest was oddly dark, you thought, peering up at the dense growth of the canopy that robbed you of the daylight. At least the setting would be decently atmospheric if it was this far into the trees. Some part of you was beginning to doubt, however. Unaware of the campground’s location or not, surely you’d have found another sign or some sort of activity by now, right? Had the sign tricked you after all??

That would be embarrassing.

To your relief, as you made your way around a large fallen log your eye strayed ahead to a collection of bushes–beyond which sat a large, worn out house. Grinning faintly, you sighed, glad to know you hadn’t managed to fuck up after all. Hopefully. Even if the house was visible, there was little else indicating whether or not anyone had even been around at all today.

With a sick chill, your heart began to pound. Had you fucked up anyway and gotten the wrong date? Was it next week? No, no, that would be short notice. No time to plan.

Maybe they’d quit early and simply went home?

Passing the bushes, you swallowed, finding your throat dry. Stuffing your earbuds into your pocket, you listened and looked, seeing no signs of tables or decorations. Not even a sign up kiosk.

Well, you decided, I can at least check out the locale.

The house was definitely in need of some TLC, but that worked out perfectly in your opinion, the walls worn and faded, showing bare wood underneath. One of the steps to the porch was pulled up at the edge, showing rusted nails and a cobweb tucked underneath; it probably creaked nicely when stepped on. Very spooky. If you did a good enough check, maybe they’d let you assist in planning the decorations? Really spruce up the hell house, take advantage of advanced warning about busted pipes and holes in the floor.

Reaching out to the dirty metal knob on the door, you felt a breeze sweep by, the leaves rustling and falling in that hissing cascade that always marked when something odd or mystical was about to happen. How fitting. You turned the knob, finding it unlocked.

Behind you, the sound of an old metal gate scraping the ground went unnoticed.

#gore #here there be monsters #horror comedy #monster x y/n #creative writing #macabre #THH #the hedgerow house #y/n story #misfits #I'm sure this will go fine

[nimata-beroya]

MY THOUGHTS ON TBB 2×15 "The Summit" and 2×16 "Plan 99"

To say that I'm devastated is an understatement. As I write this during my second viewing of the episodes, I keep tearing up even before you know what happens. This is NOT how I imagine this finale would go. I guess I can say that objectively, removing all emotional perspective, it was a great finale, one where the setting up along the season pays off.

But emotionally, it's awful. Absolutely and undeniably impossible to believe. It'll take me a long time to process this. And I'm not sure if I'm capable of sharing with you all my thoughts because of that. I'll try, but probably I'll skim over some things that seem irrelevant at the moment or simply too painful to talk about.

In hindsight, the batch should've collected every favor they're owed from people they've helped the last 2 season to pull this off with everyone alive! just sayin'!!

Nope. I'm not talking about Phee and Tech saying goodbye. Watching it for a second time threw me into another sobbing fit 😭😭😭

The summit, ugh! I hate everyone in there. And especially Hemlock with his awful ideas to experiment on clones, and also Tarkin, how does he dare to disrespect clones that way? Clones that he fought alongside, and even they gave up their lives to save him?!!

I can't deal with all the foreshadowing here. It's too painful 😭😭😭 I can't stop crying.

Half kudos to that imperial complimenting the clones. A little naive of his part to think the Empire cares about that. He should've known better, but at least he has a little bit more of a conscience than the rest. I don't know who he is because there's no credit for the voice actor.

For a moment, I thought the other group infiltrating was with Cody in command. I thought he might've not gotten to Rex yet and this was the way to connect them, of course, after he helped to save Crosshair. But I was wrong! I never liked Saw Gerrera, and now he jumped to be part of the characters I hate! If he had helped, no one would've died!! Part of the fault belongs to him!!

The escape on the railcar went fine! Yep! Everyone is fine!! Everyone lives!! Plan 99 who? I don't know her.

But leaving extreme denial aside, I must admit that the part where Tech and Hunter are escaping after being made by the stormtroopers and Saw left them to their luck is very well done. There's a particular moment that it's both of them almost going in and out of the focus of the camera as they go kicking stormtroopers' asses, that's absolutely awesome. And after I took a nap (being sleepy and emotional is a bad combination), the pain of Tech's sacrifice is a tad less raw, and I guess I can see why it was necessary. I hate it but yes, absolutely, it was in Tech to sacrifice himself for his siblings, like any of them would. That's why Plan 99 exists.

And some part of me knew that Plan 99 was about sacrifices, honoring how 99 died. I just thought that they'd subverted it and everything would be fine. But no.

As if it wasn't devastating enough to see Tech falling, they had to do a parallel, carrying injured Omega to the Marauder as they did injured Hunter in season 1. So rude of them!!

I can't blame Hunter for wanting to hide in a cave (or a remote island) and never leave again. This is why he's been so cautious since the beginning. They already lost one of their own, he didn't want to lose another. And yet, he was helpless to stop it from happening.

And we all knew Cid would betray them. No surprise there. At least, she doesn't look too happy about it. I hope the regret gnaw at her for the rest of her life. That she can't sleep thinking about it.

And of course, Hemlock had to appear and Omega wasn't going to obey Hunter. He should've known she wouldn't go.

And I really, really, reeaaaallllyy want to cling to the idea that Tech is not dead, that Hemlock found him injured and took him in, hence why he has Tech's glasses. I mean, this is Star Wars, and we know that death can be temporary. And you know what? It'd be great (not really, but you know what I mean) if Tech is alive and Hemlock uses him in one of his experiments. We could get Imperial Tech, which is a terrifying thing to think about. Because that intelligence used for evil, damn!!

Omega trying to save Hunter and Wrecker, my poor angel. You should've listened to your dad!

I loved how Echo was a menace with the stolen walker. Also, Hunter and Wrecker taking out the commandos even as injured as they are, nice, but I knew they weren't going to stop Hemlock from taking Omega.

And like I saw a post earlier, Hunter just entered in his Joel Miller phase for Season 3. Anyone who gets in his way to find Omega is dead already. I agree 100%!

And clown of me to think that we'd get a fair share of Crosshair screen time during these 2 episodes, and all we got is 30 sec of unconscious Cross!! Ugh!! and still a prisoner!!

The theory that Emerie is a female clone too turned out to be true, altho I don't care much about it. I guess they want to show how Omega would be if she had stayed with the Kaminoans/Empire. I guess I have to wait and see what this is going.

I have more thoughts, but I'm too distressed to keep going. The season overall was way above my expectations, but the jury is still out about the finale. I have too many conflicting emotions about it. *SIGHS* Now, it starts the long waiting for season 3.

But in the meantime, and bringing a happier note, let me remind you that there's ONLY 2 DAYS before the phase 1 of prompt voting for the bad batch appreciation week 2023 is over!!

Check the link below, and remember that you can vote as many times you want!

#episode review #tbb s2 spoilers #tbb season 2 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb 2x15 the summit #tbb 2x16 plan 99 #tbb #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb wrecker

[fruitbasketball]

i do feel like expansion is necessary, with more teams will come more revenue, especially with how hyped ncaa players are, and then all the change that needs to can happen

that being said i don’t think the new bay area team would get paige or azzi bc i don’t think expansion teams usually get top draft picks?

i can’t see paige coming out this year bc 1) her and azzi playing together was so hyped i doubt she only wants to do it one year, and 2) this draft class is so stacked, i don’t think she’d be the guaranteed #1 pick like everyone said her freshman year

i just personally feel like with all the problems in the league right now, expansion shouldn’t be the priority. don’t get me wrong, NO ONE is more hyped for a bay area team than i am, but there are still problems with flying conditions, scheduling logistics, even proper training facilities for existing teams. i think there is a way to inoculate the ncaa big names in this draft class in the current teams in the league (no disrespect to the vets) by making smarter roster cuts and lineup decisions

ugh take me back to paige’s freshman year what a time to be alive

criminal that we didn’t even see paige and azzi play together for a whole year

i know people are saying that #1 this year is going to be dependent on what the team needs but i say caitlin goes #1 regardless like teams know the immediate impact she has on the court and they know they’d be idiots to give her up

i see paige declaring if and only if she has a crazy monster season and uconn wins the chip

#wbb #uconn wbb #wcbb #uconn #paige bueckers #uconn huskies #wnba #bay area #azzi fudd #caitlin clark #ask