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For Death or For Glory (2) // JTK

The long awaited second chapter. If you need a refresher course, reread Chapter 1, here.

Characters: Jake x Lily (oc) Warnings: As always, this is 18+. Mentions of murder and theft. Tiny bit of fluff if you squint. Angst, alluding to/mentioning death. Smut. Masturbating (male). Dirty thoughts ( I guess that can be a warning, ha). As always, if I miss something please let me know. Author's note: Apologies for any grammatical errors, I tried to fix everything that I could find but I hope you enjoy! I've missed pirate!Jake. I also promise to try my best to stay on top of this series.

Leaning over his horse, Joshua huffs a breath in boredom. Samuel glances over at him and Joshua rolls his eyes. Samuel chuckles and shakes his head. “Are we almost there?” Joshua groans.

“Almost.” Lydia says. “Just beyond those hills.” She points to the horizon in front of them.

“Maybe we should stop for the night.” Joshua suggests.

“Getting tired?” Samuel teases.

“More like hungry.” Joshua says. “We haven’t eaten since we left the other town and Jacob’s hogging all the food he bought.”

“More like stole..” Lily retorts.

Jacob rolls his eyes. He reaches into the bag that hangs from his saddle and pulls out of a loaf of bread before tossing it at Joshua. “Eat.” Joshua sarcastically smiles before he begins to pick at the bread.

“I think we should stop for the night.” Lily says.

“We are almost there,” Jacob says. “We can make it.”

“Jacob, it’s getting late and we’re getting tired.”

“The sooner we get to this town–whatever it is–we can rest then.” He says as he keeps moving his horse forward. “Let’s go.”

“As much as I hate to fuel the fire that seems to be building here, he’s right–we need to keep going. And these woods aren’t safe to stay in.” Lydia says as she trots back and forth on her horse.

“What do you mean?” Samuel inquires as he reaches over to Joshua and grabs the loaf of bread.

“Hey! Give that back!” Joshua shouts as he tries grabbing for the loaf but Samuel holds it out of reach while he breaks the bread in half. He hands the other half back to Joshua who huffs and pouts. “Why do I get the smaller piece?”

“Because you’re the shortest.” Samuel teases before riding his horse up alongside Lydia. “Now, back to these woods. Why aren’t they safe?”

Lydia breathes a sigh. “At night, things come out.”

“What things?” He asks.

“Wolves, witches, elves–”

“Oh my..” Josh snickers.

Jacob sighs and rolls his eyes. “Well, it seems Joshua will fit right in with the elves.” Samuel jokes, though his smile soon fades as he sees Lydia’s expression on her face. He clears his throat and takes a bite of the bread.

“Wolves will tear you limb from limb if they catch you off guard, which they will,” Lydia begins to explain. “The elves are thieves and murderers and the witches—they are the worst of them all.”

“How so?” Lily asks.

“Have you ever heard of sirens?” Lydia says. All three of the boys lower their heads, unable to each other or anyone else in the eyes. “I take that as a yes. These witches are land sirens as we like to call them. They lure men into these woods, if they haven’t found themselves here already, and they will use their weaknesses against them–love, sex, pride. Whatever your weakness is will ultimately be the cause of your death.”

Samuel, wanting to be the one to pretend not to be scared, scoffs. “Pfft, how bad can that be?”

Jacob halts his horse and turns to face Samuel. “Need I remind you what happened to our father all those years ago?” He says. “We all saw what happened.. We won’t let that happen again.”

“You already did..” Samuel says in a solemn voice. “That’s how Daniel ended up in prison.”

In a flash, Jacob has his sword pulled around his waist and pressed into Samuel’s throat. “I suggest you shut it..”

“Or what? You’ll kill me?” Samuel challenges. “Your own brother?”

“That is enough.” Lily says as she rides her horse over to the two. “Our goal is free Daniel and not bickering over whose fault it is that landed him in prison is not our main focus.” She rests her hand on Jacob’s wrist and lowers his sword away from Samuel’s throat. “Now let’s keep moving.”

Eventually they all made it to a clearing. “The town isn’t much further,” Lydia says as she leads them through the clearing. “Once we get there, I’ll be able to bring you to my uncle’s shop and you can stay in the upstairs living quarters until I can secure you a ship to leave on.”

Jacob rides up besides Lily and kicks her foot with his. She turns her head to look at him and finds him stretching out his hand, offering an apple. Her eyebrows furrow and she shakes her head. He clears his throat and shoves the apple closer to her.

“You should eat,” He says. “You haven’t had anything since we got here.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” He says, shrugging his shoulders and still holding the apple out to her. “But I don’t want you passing out and slowing us down.”

Lily scoffs and snatches the apple out of his hand and takes a bite out of it. In all honesty, she was hungry but she wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction that he quenched her hunger. She rolls her eyes and he scoffs as a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Finally they reach the town that Lydia had spoken of. Jacob sighs in relief and climbs off the horse when they approach a small cottage just outside of the town. It was quiet, a little bit dark, but otherwise it felt safe. Jacob always had this thing in him, allowing him to know whether danger was nearby. A feeling of intuition. He does help Lily down from her horse, despite her refusing his hand. He shoots a wink as she huffs and fixes her dress.

“You know, if you wore pants, it would be a lot easier to get around.” Lydia says as she walks up the door of the cottage.

“She’s a princess, they don’t wear pants.” Jacob teases.

“Well then, princess, I’d start doing so if I were you.” Lydia pulls open the door and waves her arm for the others to step inside. “You all can stay here until I can secure you a way off this island.” She says as she closes the door behind them. “There are rooms upstairs, please go decide for yourselves which ones you’d like to sleep in–although a couple of you will need to bunk.

The boys immediately took off up the stairs, clamoring over each other–shoving and pushing and shouting curse words to one another. These are the people that Lily is stuck with. Wonderful.

Huffing and picking up the ends of her dress, she makes her way upstairs to the second floor of the cottage. She can hear them still bickering over the rooms at the other end of the hallway so she goes to the other end and chooses the one lone room. She pushes open the door and steps inside. The cool breeze of the evening blows through the room, brushing her skin ever so lightly like a soft feather.

She’s broken out of her thoughts when she hears Jacob huffing. “I’d rather share a room with Samuel..” She turns to face him and folds her arms over her chest.

“At least I do not snore.” She says with a small shrug of her shoulders. Jacob scoffs and walks over to the bed.

“There’s only one bed..” He says.

“Very good, Jacob.” She says sarcastically. “You can count.”

Jacob sneers at her and stands up. “Well I am not sharing the bed with you.”

“Good, because I have already been thinking of making you sleep on the floor.” Lily says as she makes her way over to the bed and sits down on the other side.

A knock comes on the doorframe and they both look over to see Lydia. She holds two different stacks of clothing in her arms. “Fresh clothing to wear to bed, more comfortable.” She says as she approaches the bed. She looks towards Lily, a hint of a smirk playing on her face. “If you two are uncomfortable sharing a bed, I can carry up a small cot–though I must say that it is very uncomfortable so..”

“Saves you from sleeping on the floor, hmm?” Lily says as she looks over at Jacob.

He rolls his eyes and stands from the bed. “Fine..”

Once Lydia is gone from the room, Jacob snatches up his clothes and steps behind the changing curtain. “No such thing as ladies first with you, huh?” Lily says from the bed.

“I’d hardly consider you a lady.” Jacob responds from behind the curtain.

“Watch yourself, Jacob.”

“Or what?” He leans his head out to look at her. “You’ll have me arrested? Hanged? Stoned to death?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Your royal status has no power here.”

“Until we get back.” She says as she stands from the bed.

“Oh well,” Jacob leans back behind the curtain to finish getting changed. “Then I shall be awaiting my demise when we return you home.”

“Ahh, you won’t stay as well?”

“Ha!” Jacob laughs. He steps out from behind the curtain, the white billowing shirt untied and exposing his top half. Lily grabs her clothes from the bed and walks over to the curtain. “So I can be your prisoner for all of eternity?” He twirls his finger, ordering her to turn around and she does so he can untie her dress. Unwarranted but not unwanted. “You really should consider wearing something other than a dress. The ties on this are awful.” He taps her shoulder and she steps behind the curtain to change into the night clothing.

“I’ve worn a dress all my life.. Was always taught that a lady mustn’t show her legs.”

“Times are changing, princess. It might be time that you follow along with it.” Jacob sits down on the bed and leans forward on his knees.

“It’d be highly inappropriate for me–I represent my kingdom and my people.”

“As I have said a little bit ago.. Your status holds no power here. This is not your kingdom, nor are the waters.” Lily steps out from behind the curtain in a white nightgown. “You can be who you want to be–who you desire to be.. That is why my brothers and I live on the sea. No one to tell us who we should be or what we should do. No laws, just fresh air and freedom.”

“Filthy pirates, you are.” Lily walks over to her side of the bed and sits down. She begins undoing her hair and redoing it into a simple braid. She feels the bed move and she glances over her shoulder to see Jacob grabbing the extra pillow off of the bed and tossing it to the floor.

“I don’t believe Lydia will be coming back,” He says as he retrieves a blanket from the end of the bed and tosses it to the floor beside the pillow. “Might as well make myself comfortable.” Lily only watches him before getting ready for bed herself and sliding underneath the covers. It didn’t take long before sleep finally took over the both of them.

Though in the middle of the night, Jacob was awakened by Lily’s screams. Bolting upright on the floor, he scrambles to his feet to find her tossing and turning in the bed. Tears are pouring down her face as she cries out for her father. Rushing over to her side, Jacob grabs her shoulders and starts to wake her.

“Lily!” He calls. “Lily, wake up!” Her hands fight him as she tries pushing him off. “Lily, stop! Wake up!” Finally she awakens from her nightmare, her eyes widening as she looks up at Jacob. She collapses into his arms in a fit of tears, her body shaking against his.

The bedroom flies open and Joshua and Samuel run in with their swords drawn. “What is happening here?” Joshua questions.

“Put your weapons,” Jacob huffs. “Everything is okay. She was having a nightmare.”

Samuel sighs and lowers his sword. “That was awful,” He says. “I thought I was dreaming until I heard Joshua’s loud feet pounding on the floor in the room beside.”

“Go back to bed,” Jacob orders. “I can handle it from here, she’ll be okay.”

As the two turn back around and leave the room, Jacob pulls Lily off of him and lifts her chin. “Are you okay?” She meekly nods her head and wipes her face with the backs of her hands.

“I apologize for waking you up,” She says. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Jacob shakes his head. “You were screaming for your father,” He says as he sits down on the bed. “Were you dreaming about the attack?” Lily nods her head, her bottom lip quivering.

“I’m sorry..” She says.

“Stop apologizing.” He says. “I can understand having nightmares… I dream about my father’s death on occasion..” He clears his throat. “But that is a story for another time..” He gently pats her knee and stands from the bed. “Try to go back to sleep.” He says before beginning to make his way back to his spot on the floor.

“Jacob?” He hears her whisper. He turns back to face her and she lifts her head. “Can you lay with me please?” She says. “Just until I fall back asleep..”

Jacob wrestles with the thoughts in his mind. Should he or should he not? Giving in, he climbs onto the bed and crawls over to Lily. He stays above the covers but holds them up for her to get back underneath. He allows her to get comfortable, though his body slightly tenses as she lays her head against his chest. He gulps and watches her. Relaxing his body, he carefully rests his arm around her shoulders.

Though his heart remained at the same pace, he could feel the nervous feeling coursing through his veins. Why is he nervous? It’s only the princess. A girl he’s watched grow up but barely knows. A girl he’s watched from afar as he terrorizes vulnerable people while she lives prosperously inside of a castle on the very island that turned itself on him and his brothers.

Even being on her father’s ship, the king of the island, he still hardly ever spoke to her, let alone even being near her. The king forbade the crew on the ship from communicating with his daughter.

How he and his brothers found their way on the ship was by sheer luck. The king was against allowing pirates to join his crew but when he learned of the riches he could obtain when and if he helped release Daniel from prison, he couldn’t say no. Jacob knew the king’s weaknesses. Greed and power were of those. And so the three of them were granted passage onto the ship to rescue their friend. Now they find themselves stranded on an island that they know nothing of with no ways of travel to free Daniel.

The next morning, he wakes up to find his front close to Lily’s back and his arms wrapped securely around his waist. His face is slightly buried in her hair, he notices that it smells a little sweet. But that’s when he feels something that makes his blood run cold and his body tense. Slowly he moves away from her, careful to wake her and slides across the bed. The hardened bulge beneath his pants plainly evident. He climbs out of the bed and quickly leaves the room to relieve himself in the washroom.

Her eyes. Her smile when she smirks at him. The way her dress hugs every curve of her body perfectly. Even the way her nipples were hardened beneath her nightgown.

He chews on his tongue to keep himself silent as he pumps his length in his fist. He shouldn’t be doing this. But he can’t control it, no matter how bad it is.

Finally relieving himself, he washes down the washbasin and grabs fresh linen to dry himself off and redresses into his night clothes and goes back to the bedroom. Lily is still fast asleep in bed, or so he had thought.

“Are you okay?” She asks, nearly making him jump out of his skin.

“I thought you were still asleep..” He says as he sits at the end of the bed.

“The quickness of you leaving woke me up.” She says as she turns over into her back. “You’re not as quick or quiet as you may think you are. Aren’t pirates supposed to be stealthy?”

He scoffs. “Pirates are drunk nearly all the time, not one that I have met is stealthy.” He turns around on the bed. “Did you sleep okay?” She nods her head and rests her arms back over her head, resting them on the pillow. He averts his eyes to a different part of the bed as she stretches, her back arching slightly.

Control yourself, Jacob.

“I didn’t have any bad dreams after that one.” She says with a little giggle. “Maybe sleeping with you keeps them at bay.”

He scoffs again, a little bit of a smile appearing. He pushes off the bed and shakes his head. “Not happening again, princess.” Lies. He wants it to happen again. “Maybe you should start working on controlling your dreams. Can’t rely on someone else to keep them away.”

Her face hardens and she throws the sheets off of her before climbing out of bed. “And you should really work on being a little kinder. Just because you’re a pirate, doesn’t mean that there is compassion inside of you. Last night, I thought maybe for once you could be the least bit kind. You could have just brushed me aside and made me go to sleep but instead you laid with me like I requested.”

“You’re a princess, I was simply following your orders.”

“Even though I have no power on land that I do not possess nor the sea? Isn’t that what you said?”

Playing your own game against you, Jacob. Are you going to allow it?

A knock comes on the door before he can respond back. Lily pulls it open and Lydia stands in the hallway with a bundle of clothing in her hands. “I brought fresh linen for the princess,” She says. “Pants, of course. Easier for travel and less of a pain in the ass to take off.”

“Thank you, Lydia.” Lily says as she takes the clothes from Lydia.

“Of course,” She says, with her eyes traveling the length of Jacob’s body. Of course Lily notices and inhales sharply before reaching for the door. “Breakfast will be ready soon. So please come downstairs once the two of you are dressed.”

Once she is gone, Lily closes the door and brings her clothes over to the bed. Jacob watches her every move. A smirk grows on his face as he realizes that she’s jealous. She obviously won’t say anything. Good for her. But he will. Tease her a little.

“I saw the way you reacted when she looked at me,” He says. The visible action of her body tensing makes him chuckle. “For someone who thinks of me only as a filthy pirate, I’d say you seem a little.. Hmm.. What’s the word? Jealous? Green with ivy?”

Lily spins to face him, her eyebrows tightly knitted together. “I do not know what you are talking about.” She gathers up the clean clothes and steps behind the changing curtain.

“It’s okay if you are.” He says as he reclines himself on the bed. “A lot of women fawn over me..”

“Ha!” Lily laughs. “Me? Fawn over you?” She scoffs and tosses her nightgown over the top of the curtain. He catches a small glimpse of her silhouette as the sun touches the curtain. “I would never be caught fawning over a pirate.”

A few minutes later, she steps out from behind the curtain fully dressed and running her fingers through the length of her hair.

“If she wants to sleep with you, by all means, she can have you.”

Jacob chuckles and he sits back up. “I don’t want her..” He says.

“No?” Lily reaches her discarded dress and begins to neatly fold it. She’ll have to figure out how to pack it to bring it back home. “She’s rather pretty. I mean, have you seen the way her body is sculpted?”

Yes but not hers. Yours.

“I’d kill for a body like hers. The way her breasts are perfectly round.”

Yours are better. Though I’ve never actually seen them.

“Her eyes are piercingly blue.”

Yours are brown but still more beautiful than hers.

“And her lips. I bet they’re soft. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t into her.”

I'd be lying if I said I weren’t into you.

Oh bloody hell, Jacob. Pull yourself together. She is a princess.

He clears his throat and stands up from the bed. “We should go see if breakfast is ready.” He says before quickly leaving the room.

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Joel Miller X Fem!Reader - Last of Us - Part 3

A/N:. read part 1 here! read part 2 here! Taglist: @midgetpottermills @casssiopeia @flyingmushroomss @amethystwonders11 @hiphopdancer101universe @kiszkawagnerwhore @littleshadow17 @rh1nestonecowg1rl @alm0501 @ch4rcuterie

Warnings: dark themes; post-apocalyptic dystopia; death of reader's minor child; probably a lot of non-canon details since I've never played the game; not proofread; spoilers if you haven't seen the show/played the gameWord Count: 2089 Abbreviations: QZ = quarantine zone; FDRA "Fedra" = Federal Disaster Response Agency

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“It was nice waking up on your couch without a concussion.”

Joel grunted in response as he poured a cup of coffee. He made it dark and bitter, just the way you liked it.

He sipped on the liquid, wincing as it burned his tongue, but kept drinking. It took the edge off his pounding headache. When it was clear he wasn’t going to say something, you spoke. Again.

“Thank you. For yesterday. With Dirk.”

Joel nodded vaguely in your direction, taking another sip of coffee.

“No problem.”

More silence.

“How’d you know where I was anyway?”

“Lucky guess.” Same bullshit line he’d given you last night.

“And why were you guessing my whereabouts?”

Joel looked up at you with a heavy sigh. A shadow passed behind his eyes.

“Call it a sixth sense for your well-being.”

He sounded sarcastic and bitter. You were trying to thank him, but he was acting like you were accusing him.

“OK… well… thank you.”

“You said that already.”

Sarcastic, bitter, and now he was irritated. You narrowed your eyes in disbelief.

“You go to all this trouble to rescue me from Dirk and now we can’t talk?”

You winced at how desperate the question sounded. Joel avoided your eyes, leaning against the counter.

“What’s there to talk about? You were in trouble, I helped. You’ve thanked me, twice in fact. We’re even.”

“Except we’re not even,” you shot back. “This is the second time you’ve helped me.”

“First time doesn’t count. I concussed you, after all.” His response was quick: he’d thought about this.

You chewed on your lip as you considered your next move. The two of you were faced off in the kitchen like you were getting ready for a boxing match. Why did a simple thank you feel like it was turning into a fight?

“OK, fine, first one’s a wash. This one isn’t. Let me make it up to you.”

“That’s not necessary,” he replied quickly, shaking his head.

“It absolutely is. Damnit Joel, can’t you just let me do something for you?”

His nostrils flared. You were wearing him down.

“What’d you have in mind?” His tone was flat, but there was curiosity in his eyes. Maybe even a glimmer of hope.

“Well. To be honest, I hadn’t gotten that far. So, you could say I’m taking suggestions.”

It was bold, much bolder than you felt. You wondered if Joel could hear the unspoken suggestions between your words. It had been years since you’d tried to flirt with anybody, and you felt terribly unpracticed and a bit silly.

He looked up at you, that strange mix of emptiness and curiosity shifting in his dark eyes. Flickers of other emotions danced in his gaze, but they were gone before you could give them a name. The mask of indifferent irritation he wore around you slipped momentarily, and for the first time you felt like you were really seeing him.

He looked exhausted, you realized. The crisp white of his uncharacteristically clean t-shirt accentuated the dark bags under his eyes. His hair was still mussed from sleep, and his shoulders sagged as he leaned back against the counter. Something in you longed to reach out and touch him. Lift a little of whatever invisible weight was on his back. You looked at him, really looked at him, and you saw him looking back at you. You wondered what he saw - if you looked half as gutted as you felt. You wondered if he liked what he saw. Suddenly feeling embarrassed and self-conscious, you dropped your eyes for a moment, a warm flush staining your cheeks.

When your eyes jumped back up to meet his, everything was different. Joel was still looking in your direction, but he was looking through you this time. The vulnerability dissolved on his face, leaving behind those empty eyes and that hard, cold expression.

“Best way you can repay me is stay out of trouble. That’s all I need. That, and some peace and quiet.” He turned away to refill his half-drunk coffee.

The same metaphorical door he’d slammed in your face after your concussion. It hurt more this time. You’d shared something, you knew you had. Whatever had happened on that frozen playground, you’d seen a piece of Joel that you were desperate to get back to.

“You’re kicking me out again.” Not a question. An observation.

“Guess so.” Joel didn’t turn towards you.

You nodded, his dismissal crystal clear. You left your mug on the counter, even as a thousand questions and accusations tried to claw their way out of your throat. You closed the door behind you harder than you needed to and made sure he could hear you walk down the dingy hallway without a stuttering step. You hoped Joel drowned in the sound of his own loneliness.

*****

Warmer weather came in the next few months. It thawed the frost-bitten ground, but didn’t thaw the burn in your chest when you thought of Joel. He’d vanished like a ghost after your last encounter. You and Joel didn’t run in the same circles in the QZ anyways, but you knew of him enough to know that he was gone. No trace, no sign of him. Like he’d never even existed.

And the fact that his absence bothered you drove you absolutely fucking insane.

With everything you’d lost, everyone you’d lost, you couldn’t forgive yourself for being so bent out of shape over a guy you’d shared maybe six dozen words with. Joel wasn’t anything to you except a coincidence. Sure, he’d bailed you out of a tight spot with Dirk (who had been mysteriously well-behaved since then, you’d noted). But beyond that? He’d treated you like a nuisance, a thorn that needed to be plucked out of his thumb.

So why on Earth were you still hoping you’d run into him around every corner? Why did the floor feel like it dropped out from underneath you when you wondered if something had happened to him? Why were you taking more and more risks, hoping that somehow his “sixth sense for your well-being” would summon him to your side?

That was the question you were asking yourself as you plastered yourself to the QZ wall as the floodlight swooped by you, scanning the darkness of the open city for hordes of infected. Beside you, your smuggling partner Marlene gave the signal to move out. You followed her lead, crouching low to avoid being spotted by the FDRA agents on post at the entry gate. Anyone with half a brain and an intact survival instinct would be trying to get through that gate, yet here you were, following a half-crazed militant and her ragtag bunch of zealots into the lightless dystopian wasteland. You knew why they were doing this: “for the cause”. The Fireflies - Marlene’s dogmatic pro-democracy, anti-FDRA militia - were so principled they were almost boring.

But you? You were doing it because Joel had left you too restless to live with. You were doing this because of him.

“See that bus up ahead?” Marlene’s whisper was almost too low to hear, but you followed her gaze to the broken down school bus she pointed to. It was leaning precariously to one side, its front left tire completely deflated and the front end buried in a ditch on the side of what had once been a road. The back door was open, but you couldn’t see inside. Lord knows what was inside.

You nodded, catching her meaning. If you could all get into the bus and crawl to the other end, you’d be out of the sight of the FDRA agents and free to head due east into the open city.

“On my mark.” Marlene peered around the edge of the half-bombed out wall you were all crouching behind. She raised a hand in the air, hovering as she watched the FDRA guards. The sounds of distant talking and a truck engine starting were the only sounds in the chilly late April night.

Marlene’s hand twitched rapidly, two fingers pointing like beacons towards the bus. You took off, trusting her and trusting your feet to get you there without complication. The heavy pack on your back fought your momentum and the gun belt around your waist made it difficult to move quietly. A few of Marlene’s men beat you to the bus, disappearing into the darkened interior ahead of you. For half a second, you hesitated outside, listening for the sound of screams or the unmistakable clicking of an infected rustling to life. When you didn’t hear anything, you threw yourself in behind them, dragging yourself as quickly as you could while staying silent across the corrugated steel floor of the bus.

“Get up, you’ll move faster.” Damian, Marlene’s number two. You didn’t like him, but you couldn’t argue with results: the guy had made more trips over the wall into the open city and back than anyone else in the Fireflies.

You followed Damian and another guy you recognized but didn’t know down the center aisle of the bus. The seats were mostly empty, some of them cut open with the stuffing busting out. You pointedly avoided inspecting a child-sized mass slumped sideways against the wall of the bus in the frontmost seat.

Damian crouched at the top of the three stairs that lead out of the front of the bus. You heard the scuffles of the other Fireflies filing in behind you. The bus creaked ominously under the group’s weight.

“All here,” Marlene called up softly from the back. Damian nodded, pulling the lever to open the bus doors. They swung open with a rusted shriek. You all froze, ducking your heads below the sight line of the FDRA floodlight. Thankfully, no one on the QZ wall seemed to have heard. After a few tense breaths, Damian led the group out of the open bus door.

Obscured by an overturned car, you were able to stand up to your full height as you followed the others down a steep embankment to a semi-cleared road below. Your eyes tracked east, away from the fading twilight on the opposite horizon. The barely visible skeletons of Boston’s downtown rose up from the landscape like broken teeth a few miles away from you. The open city.

It was your fourth trip outside the walls, all of them within the last two weeks. You’d met Marlene only a couple days after your last run-in with Joel. You didn’t care much for the Fireflies’ propagandized mission statement, but you were game for anything with an adrenaline kick these days. And the open city sure gave you that, and some.

“Alright everyone, you know the drill. Eyes open, mouths shut. We move fast and quiet. There’s a package waiting for us at the outpost. A live package.”

Live?

Your raised eyebrows caught Marlene’s attention. She nodded, confirming the unspoken question in your eyes. You weren’t collecting contraband this trip; you were collecting a human.

“Woah woah, what the hell? Wait just a minute. A person? We’re picking up a person?” A red-headed guy you thought was named Steve spoke up from the back of the group.

Marlene pursed her lips.

“Yes.”

Her response sent a jolt of energy through the group. More than a few grumbled disapprovingly at the news. The rest of you stayed silent, waiting for orders. Personally, you didn’t care what it was you were picking up, you just wanted to get the show on the road. Staying in one place too long in the open city - and this close to the QZ - was asking for trouble.

“Nah, that’s bullshit, Marlene. We didn’t sign up for this!” Steve’s opposition earned a few murmurs of agreement.

“If you want to go back, be my guest. This is your last chance.” Something about the challenge in Marlene’s voice tamped out the rumbling dissent with ease. Only Steve groused to himself as she took one final appraising glance around the group.

“Good. We’ve got until sun up to get out and get back, so we need to work fast. It’s a sixteen mile round trip, and there’s plenty of shit out there that’ll slow us down.”

It was the line Marlene usually ended her “pep talks” in before they set out on a mission. Each of the four times you’d come out here with her, she’d ended with that sentiment. So far, you hadn’t seen any live infected, at least not any close enough to bother with. Something in your gut told you that tonight would be different…

*read part 4

let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters! ty to everyone showing this series so much love! <3

#joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #the last of us #the last of us imagine #joel miller the last of us #joel miller last of us #the last of us hbo #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #joel miller pedro pascal

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compassionatereminders · 11 months

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I've been struggling really badly with a sense of loneliness and the feeling that I'm invisible-out of sight out of mind kind of invisible.

I want to make connections and build friendships, but I'm at a loss for how to go about it.

I joined some new social media's and some groups nearby and I've got a few public events coming up that I plan on going to.

How do adults make friends? And keep them? I just don't feel like I have anything to offer to anyone.

1. Put yourself out there. Frequently. In several settings. There are actually a lot of places and events designed specifically for adults looking for new friends if you look for them - both online and in person. Join them. Show up to check out the vibe there.

2. I recommend looking for communities, groups and events for people you have something important in common with. Like a political ideology, a queer identity, a hobby, passion, a diagnosis sport, interest, fandom... It's more likely to go well if there's something to connect through.

3. Don't get discouraged if you don't meet your new best friend immediately. It can be a long process. That doesn't mean it's doomed to fail, even if it can be discouraging. Keep at it. Show up somewhere new if you didn't like the first place you tried to enter.

4. Offer something genuine and real. Say something, even if it's silly or boring or weird. Maybe especially so. That's the only way to figure out if there's something or someone worth pursuing.

5. If you find a community you like, keep showing up. Building friendships takes time. Allow it to take more than one afternoon.

6. When you do feel a genuine connection, actively pursue it. Ask for their instagram or Facebook or number or whatever. Text first. If the conversation is interesting, suggest hanging out. Because it's very likely to be mutual in some capacity and even if it isn't, at worst you flattered someone.

#chat with kat

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 9 months

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@hannahhook7744 and I had a GREAT story Idea and I wish for you to see our brainstorming (TM) for it. Hannah’s in purple and me in orange, because colaboration and I thought it was funny .

(...I’ll edit whatever’s needed, yeah?)

Audrey suggests the idea.

They both end up happier because of it.

They all realize after yearS (They ALL live in denial. Except for Gil who thinks everyone else knows they’re dating.) that their relationship turned into a real one and they're all fine with it. They get out of denial eventually. (Yeah but it takes them ages). Definitely.

Uma confronts Ben about how he dropped the ball on his relationship with Audrey and his friendship with both her and Chad.

They get Jordan involved to have some media influence on their side.

Jordan is secretly cooperating with Ursula who is there for the drama (Oh course she is. Is she a good mom in yours?). (She’s a greek god – octopus. She has no idea how semi-human babies work. It’s a miracle that Uma is still alive.)

Cinderella and Charming are fine about it (but also it gets them to pay more attention to Chad, which is a win).

Harriet should be allowed to be a hypocritical bitch about her brother’s mess of a relationship

Yes.

Harry is like 'shut up, you and Anthony are DEFINITELY not in a closed relationship!' (So they actually admitted to being in a relationship?)

Harriet 'I Have no idea what you're talking about–'

Harry 'I've seen Ginny leave your room half naked!' (We will have to clarify they aren't sisters in this universe). (Yes!! Disaster Threesome. Loving it)(

Do you want to hear disaster hc for Audrey & CJ that fits into this?

Sure.

Audrey was like: So you think I should have a heir? Sure here let me just– *Audrey Rose named CJ Hook as her official heir*. (Yes. Then Cj is just like 'let's piss off Leah more assigning Freddie and Zevon jobs of power. )Audrey enables this chaos. Harry, of course, goes to councils with Uma and Harriet is asked to join after one (1) session with CJ. FG and beast are not having a fun time.

Belle joined one council meeting and They gave her hell because Chad overheard what she said to Ben about Audrey in d1.

Audrey's cousin tries to be a bitch. The sea three shut that down immediately . (As they should)

Can we give Arabella a minor corruption arc while we are at it? Just siding with them or something. (Yes. Absolutely.)

It's a fake relationship yet the moment Chad comes to the lost revenge near tears the sea three are ready to murder someone. (They got attached). (The crew was betting over this.they knew they’d get attached.The swapped gold is ignored by Sea Three. This is normal.) (Yes.) (Any bets on who upset Chad?). (...Mal?) (Most likely).

Any scenes you can picture? We need a catalyst to kick Audrey into proposing this idea to Chad so that? Audrey explaining the idea to Chad and then to the pirates. (Audrey’s grandmother probably turned back to how she was and Chad probably tells her that he thinks his parents haven't care about him since Chloe was born. He was adopted when he was 6. Chole was born 2 years later sickly and his parents were working on bringing the Tremaine sisters, Hans—Drizella's husband, and their kids back). Audrey probably proposes the idea to piss her parents off and test if Chad's parents still care). (Leah should be ranting about multiple things including thinly veiled amatonormativity because she’s a bitch like that and definitely thinks that girl is a spinster by twenty.) (YES).

There was the prompt that went „Permission to off them?“ „Permission enthusiastically granted.“ That’s Huma when someone hurts Chad. Audrey is already dialing Jordan. (YES. and Gil is just comforting Chad.) (Obviously. He’s like, Should I go help you guys cause some brutal violence? „No don’t worry we’ve got it!“ „For the last time,you CAN’T kill the queen–“) (lol. I love that Gil goes either way when it comes to murder. Audrey is usually like 'no murder'.. but with some exceptions).

Also Chad just feeling like no one even cares about him trying to put effort into changing and thinking that maybe it's too late for him only for Urusla or Hook to be like 'You're a TEENAGER. It is so not too late.' Or Harriet. I'm not picky.. (Harriet. She’s done with teenage bullshit since she was thirteen. Also, Ursula doesn’t understand the concept of time. …Neither does Hook really.) (Harriet, comforting crying Chad, internally: “All I wanted was to borrow some office supplies and weapons. Why does it always end like this?”) (Harriet has become the one who is always telling teenagers and kids it's not too late for them to change).

Also Harriet *yells at a ton of reporters* STOP BULLYING THESE TEENAGERS OR SO HELP ME— (Anthony: No murder in front of the cameras–) (yesss).

#disney descendants #uma descendants #harriet hook #harry hook #cj hook #anthony tremaine #chad charming #audrey rose #gil descendants

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fuck-customers · 11 months

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Just a curious question for mods (Rodney) and followers: At your retail job (current or past) what does being a store lead entail? What responsibilities/privileges come with it + what are the upsides and downsides?

My boss recently pushed the idea of being a lead on me and essentially said "someone is leaving, so a lead position will be available, you should do it, you've been here long enough" I haven't officially been offered the position, but she essentially said she wants me to do it.

Which....yes, I have, but the reason I'm not a lead is because a lead has almost all of the responsibilities of a store manager, with the exception of hiring new employees and doing payroll, for about 1/3 of the pay.

Plus, even though a lead position is a management position, it's not full-time.

Essentially, if I agreed to be a lead, I would gain about $2 more an hour, yet still be part-time (so, no benefits) and my hours would POSSIBLY increase from 4-12 hours a week, to maybe 20+. (But not necessarily, because there is a current lead who has 8 hours for this entire week)

Regardless, if I am officially offered the position, I will probably take it anyway, because I need something more for my resume and I think that'll look good. And I'm hoping to move soon, so I won't have to do it for long.

The responsibilities of a lead at my store (to my knowledge) are:

-open/close the store (physically open the door with the key, set/disable the alarm, open/close registers + count the cash, do the sales report at the end of the night) + now we have to clean the bathrooms every night (with no proper ppe, but that is another tale)

-cover employee breaks (this is the easiest and least objectionable one)

-are in charge of getting coverage if an employee calls out/doesn't show up (ask on the clock employees to stay late, call off-clock employees to come in)

-are actually usually the one that has to cover shifts (now I can't just ignore my boss's texts, rip)

-deal with any Karens/unruly customers/get yelled at by customers, essentially any time anyone "needs to speak to your manager" you gotta go over there

-deal with/solve any employee disputes/problems that don't have to do with payroll

-do whatever daily tasks the SM assigns on a list for you to do, usually includes things like putting up/taking down sale signs, cleaning certain aisles, doing inventory tasks, exception counts, etc.. I've seen various daily tasks lists...they're usually 2+ pages long.

I'm sure there's other responsibilities I'm forgetting/am unaware of, but this is all I can think of right now. It seems like a lot for just $2 more an hour, not even full-time tbh.

BONUS QUESTIONS:

-At your current/former jobs, what responsibilities did leads have? More or less than what I listed?

-Any advice? I have a few things in mind that I plan to do, such as always standing by my coworkers and taking their side over the customer. (Unless the employee is 100% in the wrong, but even then, I plan on phrasing it like "I think my coworker here was a little bit confused on the policy, but they tried their best, this is the way it's supposed to be, but it was not my coworker's fault" basically I won't throw anyone under the bus) I also plan on not completely kissing customer ass. If you're a customer and you're being rude and disrespectful to my employee, you will not still get your discount or whatever you wanted. I am not bending over backwards for disrespectful Karens. And I plan on regularly consulting with my coworkers for any suggestions on how I could improve/make things easier for them. Any other suggestions?

I have never worked anywhere that had a "Team Lead" position. So I can't say with experience.

My daughter works at the bread bowl place and when they made her a team lead all they told her was that she needed to train new people and know policies and procedures 100% and they were suppose to give her a $2 raise. But her and a friend started at the same time, made team lead at the same time, but he got the $2 and she got $1.50 and had to fight for almost a year for the .50.

Since her getting the title she has not trained the new people (the new hires have) and she is treated like a normal part timer. She has also said most of the people working are team leads.

-Rodney

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Okok so let’s say that his SO has had a bad day. It is either a bad day at work, issues with friends, or whatever it is for sure is causing them to be in such a bad mood that they snap at Sidon over every minor inconvenience. What would Sidon do to: 1. Get their SO to talk about what is making them anxious, and 2. To make them feel better and relieve some stress.

The plan was to go shield surfing on a big hill a ways out from the Domain. You know Sidon suggested it to get your mind off your stress, but you halfheartedly agreed to go.

Sidon is already carrying both of your shields, while you carry a small backpack with a few things in it - water, elixir, snacks, and a few books just in case you camp out for a while as you tend to do when Sidon is itching to get away. He tried to carry the bag, too, but you wouldn't let him. You swerve away when he moves to try and take it from you. "I've got it," you say more harshly than you meant to.

And so it goes on for the rest of the hike to your destination. After the third time (a branch that tripped you up, causing you to snap at him again when he asked if you were okay), you can tell he is trying hard to hold his tongue. You take a deep breath but say nothing. The closer you wish you could be to him, the farther away you feel. And you don't know how to fix it.

"Maybe it would have been better if we stayed back in the Domain," you say quietly. "I have a lot of things I need to do."

"Not much farther to go," he assures you. "But if you really want to head back, I suppose we can." You can tell by his voice that he is holding back from something. Frustration? Sadness? Probably both. You don't say anything.

"Come." He changes direction for a small plain where you can take the shade under a tree for a while. "I feel like a rest," he says, but you have a feeling he's doing this for your benefit. He would deny it if you challenged him, so all you can do is follow.

You throw your bag down and grudgingly sit on the grass. Sidon pretends not to notice and examines a patch of small purple flowers peeking out of the green. He plucks one and offers it to you. You feel your stubborn exterior crumbling as he begins digging through the bag for the snacks. "Snacks fix anything," he once said, but he is silent now. He seems to understand that maybe you don't want to be fixed. And somehow, that makes you feel better.

As you spin the stem of the small flower in your fingers, the guilt comes. Aside from an occasional sigh, he has not given much indication of his own feelings. But then, he rarely does, even with you. That bothers you sometimes. "I'm sorry," you say. "I know I'm not much company lately."

He pulls an apple from the bag but only looks at it. He sets everything aside as he looks at you. "I don't expect you to entertain me, Y/N. I am an adult . . . most of the time." He smiles. "I can keep myself busy and generally require no supervision. If you ever don't feel like doing something that I suggest, you only have to tell me."

His eyes sparkle as the humor returns to them. You want to joke about the lack of supervision, but you're not quite ready yet. You do find, however, that you feel ready to tell him what's been bothering you. You start from the beginning, tell him everything, and he goes quiet while he listens.

“I know I should have told you all of this earlier,” you finish. “I don’t know why I didn’t. I guess it’s hard to think about. But I’m thinking about it anyway.” You realize you’re rambling and stop, and he places his hand over your own.

“Do you want to go home?” he asks you, but you shake your head. Not because you worry about disappointing him, but after all, you’ve realized you’d rather spend the day with him than be cooped up on your own.

“I’m ready to surf. And I think you do need some supervision,” you tease. “Remember, you ran into that tree last time and stirred up a Bokoblin camp while you were at it.”

He chuckles at the memory, his cheeks coloring faintly. “I had hoped never to be reminded again. Not one of my finer moments.”

“It was adorable, once I was sure you were okay, and after we made quick work of our assailants.” You grin as you stand and pick up your backpack, tucking the tiny flower into one of the pockets. “Let’s go!”

#sidon x reader #stress relief #cute supportive fluff thing

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kunstpause · 4 months

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Welcome to a little interactive Tav/Astarion Au fic.

Hello, I'm your writer and DM today. This will be a story where the major decisions and dialogue choices will be determined via twitter poll. I am aiming for this to be a gender-neutral Tav, so you can headcanon whatever you want in that regard, but we are gonna give them some character nonetheless. Also: It's an AU, so we won't touch the main plotpoints of the game. This is for the silly romance feels and perhaps some vampire steaminess. So be aware that, depending on choices, this could get nsfw.

And because I am very tired of the constant Spawn vs Ascended discourse, we are going with a secret third option, the details of which you might find out in the story, again, depending on choices, of course. ^^

You can find the interactive version here on my Twitter

Setting: Countess Sierran is known for throwing the social events of the season in Neverwinter, raising money for good causes, and giving people a platform to meet all sorts of new acquaintances. You know that this is also an inofficial welcome to someone fairly new to the city. A white-haired man who bought a sizable estate but not that many people have met yet in person. Rumor has it he has left his home of Baldur's Gate behind for good, but why and what for is the source of much gossip. Perhaps tonight, there will be some answers, or maybe just a lot more questions.

But before we can start: Character creation!

The options are under the cut and on twitter, under this post with the matching polls to vote for.

Pick a name, I've tried to pick suggestions that work for any gender. 1 - River 2 - Ash 3 - Morgan 4 - Storm

What brings you to the palace tonight? (Background)

1 - The Hero You are a seasoned adventurer that has been through a lot and made a name for themselves. Even when not being part of nobility, your deeds have granted you an invitiation nonetheless. Everyone in the city knows your name, after all. If its generosity or a political move, you cannot say. Yet.

2 - The Commoner You are an oridinary person, a commoner living in the city and making ends meed by working as a tailor. One of your oldest friends has married rich and keeps sending buisness your way. And one day, an invitation along with this. You are here on their good graces, trying not to leave a bad impression.

3 - The Servant You are a servant of the palace, having worked for the countess for a while. You keep your ear to the ground, hearing far more of what the nobility gossips about than anyone could possibly imagine. It's a simple life, but your employer is fair and you can't complain. Tonight, you're responsible for seeing to the guest's needs, even thought o msot of them, you are mostly invisible.

4 - The Criminal You've spent your childhood on the streets, learning early that no one gives you anything, and you have to take what you want by any means necessary. Nowadays, you are a blade for hire, and your current employer has sent you here with an invitation and a target. You know how to blend in perfectly, dagger hidden beneath clothes as you wait for just the right moment.

What do people think of you (Personality)

1 - The Closed Book You are a closed book, you rarely talk, and especially not about something personal. You are so stoic, people have a hard time getting to know you, and many don't put in the effort to try.

2 - The Charmer You are upbeat and easy to talk to, but you know how to play an audience. You use charme to set people at ease, but what you truly feel and think is often a mystery.

3 - The Open One You are friendly and open, not seeing a point in hiding how you truly feel. You wear your heart on your sleeve and often disarm people with how genuine you are.

4 - The Liar Telling the truth is for peple not careful enough. You have an easy time lying and utilize that skill to keep yourself safe and others at arm's length.

What do you strive for (Goals)

1 - Riches and Comfort You want more. No matter where you are right now, you know there is something more for you out there, and all you need to do is go after it with all your heart.

2 - A Different Life Everything is wrong. You know you are not who you are supposed to be. You need to get away from the status quo by any means necessary, even if that means accepting help.

3 - Peace and Quiet All you want is to rest. Life has been troublesome enough, you just want something quaint and peaceful where you don't have to be "someone" anymore.

4 - Nothing You are perfectly content in your current situation, you want nothing to change at all, and if you have to, you are ready to put the work in or even fight to keep what you have.

What frightens you (Fears)

1 - Lonelyness You can't stand the thought of being on your own. You need someone with you, someone who fights for you and you for them.

2 - Death You fear nothing more than the cold finality of death. It lurks around every corner and you know you have to be smart to outwit it.

3 - Betrayal You have difficulties trusting people, the thought that someone who knows you intimately turns your back on you is petrifying.

4 - Obscurity The thought of being forgotten, of your life not mattering to anyone in the long run and leaving no impact behind once you are gone sends chills down your back.

If you wanna influence the main character you have until the weekend to vote on it here.

#Kunstpause writes #bg3 #Astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 fanfiction

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kiruamon · 1 year

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Prison AU 2

Like promised the second part of this au!:D

Let's start with Oz's first day in prison!

"Hey dipshit! Listen carefully. From today, you are mine. I can do whatever I want with you. That means if I say jump, you jump. If I need a punching bag or a doormat, you'll gladly taking it. No complaints. Or else you'll be really sorry. Do you understand me?"

Too afraid to raise his voice, Oz just nodded as he silently hoped to survive the next 24 hours.

Well Oz survived his first days in prison, but things were still rough.

"Out of my way diphead!"

Without further warning, Oz was pushed out of the way by Damien and landed face-first on the floor. So this was how the rest of his future would look during his stay here? … Great… He'd probably better get used to it quickly.

Aaaand a scenario I already mentioned in part 1!

"So. Say. Why did they bust you here? Tax fraud? Pickpocketing? Run a red light?"

"… lack of a surname," Oz answered hesitantly, not daring to move even an inch as long as the demon was still resting his elbows on him.

Silence followed his answer.

"…"

"Pfffh. Kekekekeke! You can't be fucking serious! That's the most idiotic thing I've heard since Dave from cell 7 tried to flush himself down the toilet to escape! Spoiler. It didn't work."

It is unavoidable that Oz encounters the other prisoners from time to time which aren't the nicest company there is. And in times like these, Oz is pretty thankful that Damien is keeping an eye on him.

"W-why… did you… help me?"

"It's obvious, isn't it? If any of these shitheads mess with my property, I have to show them their place. Simple as that. Plus, I really can't stand those fuckers."

"O-Ooooh… "

"What's with the long face all of a sudden? Did you thought… Urgh! Whatever! Listen. If you don't want any trouble with the others, just stay close to me."

"O-okay… "

Over time Oz becomes a bit braver when interacting with a certain spicy red adult. Damien on the other hand is not sure what to think of that.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Stop touching me!"

It must had been ages since anyone had last touched him without the intention of ramming a fist into his face or stomach. Damien was almost about to push the guy away, but damn, feeling the cool hand gently stroking his forehead and head actually felt goo- no! No it didn't! Fuck was that irritating!

"Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean to… ", Oz stammered, before withdrawing his hand in a hurry. "I… was… just wondering what… what kind of face you're making," but just touching Damien to brush the demon's hair aside without first asking him was - of course - going too far and… And… Damien looked less angry than he had expected. Rather confused than angry. And… why were both his cheeks and the tips of his ears so pink? How strange. Could it be tha-

But before Oz could finish his thought, Damien suddenly screamed so loudly that it made him jump. With noisy steps, the demon stomped away to the corner of the cell farthest from him, crouched down and scowled at him through his long hair. … okay, yeah, nevermind his stupid hunch, he would be dead by tomorrow for sure.

Oz suggests Damien to braid his hair. Damien can't bring himself to say no to him, even if he doesn't understand why. Could be because of the noob's stupid and all sparkly white eyes when Oz suggests his idea to him.

"They're so long."

"Hadn't got much of a choice. The fuckers don't give me scissors or other sharp stuff. Otherwise I would have shortened it long ago."

"For real? … And yet you take such good care of it." Oz thought Damien's long hair looked lovely. But maybe he shouldn't say that out loud.

"Oh, shut up," Damien grumbled, before he muttered more quietly to himself: "… why do I even let you have your way with me?"

With Damien being the troublemaker that he is, and despite being a great brawler even the prince of hell sometimes gets into fights that are too much for him alone to handle. Also: Oz can be surprisingly protective when necessary.

"Stay away! Not one step closer! This is your last warning."

"… very well… If this is your final decision, I won't hold back any longer."

After Damien was patched up Oz was more than a little relieved to see him back in their cell.

"I-I… I'm so… so glad you're b-better again!" sobbed the giant noob in front of him so badly that Damien had a hard time understanding the exact words, while big tears rolled endlessly down his cellmate's cheeks.

What the fuck was going on? How was he supposed to deal with this? He wasn't used to someone bursting into fucking tears over him! At least not like this. Why… why did the noob even cared about him… ?

"Stop whining already! It wasn't even that big of a deal." Seriously. A big guy like that, and then such a crybaby.

But maybe he deserved some praise. Just this once.

"You know. For being such a coward, you didn't fight too bad." Damn was it hard to reach for Oz's head! But with a little stretching Damien somehow managed to pat his head.

"No need to look so surprised. If necessary, even I can express a little gratitude."

Let's say... after that they become more comefortable around each other.

Yeah, not much to say about this sketch. Just some hand holding while sleeping.<3

Also, there was that weird day when Oz accidentally got some changing clothes in the wrong size and instead of walking around with a top that was too small to fit, he decided to shrink himself a bit.

"Wait. What… no, wait… huh? What the heck is going on with you? Why are you suddenly so… so… small? Did they wash you too hot or…?" What kind of absurd game was being played here?

"Haha… haaaah… sorry... I probably should have mentioned it sooner. I guess you could say that I… that I can change my appearance? At least to some extent? Sort of. Oh my, this has gotten really weird… "

Oz loves Damien's fluffy hair. Very much.

"Argh! I said you can touch it, not that you can use it as your fucking pillow!"

"Just one more minute, please! It's soooo soft~ " He could do that all day if Damien would let him!

It kind of became a habit. Which gradually lessened Damien's loud protests.

Damien: *just thinking* //He is doing it again! I have to do something about this! Now! ... okay, maybe five more minutes. But then... then... urgh... When did the Noob become so bold? Or did I lost my spite? Nah, can't be.//

And there are these days when Damien just needs someone to listen to him and is very grateful for Oz being there.

"I hate this place." "I hate not having a way out." "I hate all these stupid assholes who think they can do whatever they want to me." "I'm Damien fucking LaVey! Not some little gangster." "I hate that I've been stuck in this fucking shithole for two years without knowing how my dads are doing…. " "I hate that I can't stop wondering if they even remember me… "

"I'm sure they do," Oz replied more confidently than he perhaps should be. But after everything he'd already heard from Damien about his parents, it just had to be the case. For several days now, his mind had been rattling. Various ideas, which promised a chance of escape. For his new friend. There was no way he would leave Damien alone in this prison. Never.

Sometimes Oz will ask Damien for a little favor.

"And it's truly no problem?"

"Nah. And at least like this, I get the chance to tower over you for a while."

What a relief. He just missed the contact with his friends. Hugging them or just sitting comfortably together with them. So he was glad that Damien understood and fulfilled his surely weird request without much questions. It simply felt good to be held in his arms. To feel some warmth. Oz was glad for having Damien by his side. And not simply as a substitute for his friends. Over time, he had really grown to like the arson-loving prince. A soft chuckle escaped his mind. "Yeah, right. Thanks Damien~"

"No more thanks. I get it. Sometimes you just need a little closeness."

Yeah, that was true.

Aaaand for the finish. Damien finally gets his revenge on Oz! Wait. What?

"Hah! Take that! This is my revenge for all your cheeky moves! Quiet now, aren't you? And don't even think that I'm done with you yet. I told you on your first day, remember? You are mine. And what's once mine, I never give back."

Was it bad that he didn't minded Damien's so-called revenge? That the idea of more made his heart beat faster and faster? He could get used to this feeling.

Hope you had as much fun with this as I had!;)

#prison au #monster prom au #monster prom damien #damien lavey #oz yellow #monster prom oz #monster prom #ozmien #oz x damien #damien x oz #traditional drawing #sketches #my art #do not reupload #they are just so stupidly cute #I love all the different faces I could draw for Damien in this au #also Oz showing his mouth a little more openly in this au #Will there be more to come? Well... I have no plans for a part 3.

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balkanradfem · 6 months

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hey i dont think i would actually be able to help that much and you probably have already looked into this before, but just in case you havent, if you try to describe your neck pain in detail i could see if i can figure out what might be able to help relieve it? i get neck pain due to work and its reduced through weird exercises most people dont ever think to do. i sit at weird angles a lot so i have to do exercises that compensate for that

Oh I'd be happy to! If you can figure anything out that would be great, even though at this point two physio specialists and a physiotherapist have looked at it and decided that the symptoms just make no sense, and a mri shows that everything is fine with my bones, disks and muscles.

The most troubling symptoms are that I'm unable to carry anything over 2kg, and honestly my left side is way worse, I can't carry more than 1kg with my left hand, I can carry 2 with my right. (I also have back pain on my left side).

Other really upsetting symptom is that I feel every impact in my neck, for example I can't run or jump, any harsh contact with the floor feels like I've been hit directly inside of my neck, or like the bones of my neck are hitting into my skull. I feel every step as I walk as an impact in my neck, and because of that I can rarely walk for more than 10 minutes. It has helped a little since a friend suggested I put an implant in my shoes, to make them softer, so the impact is lessened. I also can walk longer on very soft surfaces, like a forest after rain, when the soil is soft.

I also can't use tools like a hammer, hoe, anything involving hitting. I can't punch a bag anymore. Whatever impact is made, it feels like the impact is inside of my neck, or between my head and my neck. The first vertebrae of the neck is where the pain is most intense. I've been told since that this is impossible because these don't even touch, and the neck goes inside of my skull instead, but I have no other language to describe it, feels like my skull is taking damage from either being hit or brutally rubbed against the bones of my neck. Or like there's some nerves inbetween getting crushed. (but that would show on the mri)

Other symptoms that are just annoying: I can't lean my neck forward too much, I can't sit for long periods of time, I can't sit leaning back at all, it will start hurting after 1 minute of that, I have to either sit straight or lean slightly forward. I can't sleep with a pillow, I need a completely flat surface.

Once the neck pain gets irritated (if I accidentally carry something heavy of walk for too long) it will hurt so much I will no longer be able to sit or stand, I'll have to lie down on a completely flat surface for several days for it to recover. I also have to sleep on my back. It also gets irritated if I go to the dentist and have to sit on that chair leaned back for 15 minutes, the entire appointment is incredibly painful.

If the neck is not irritated, then I can sleep on my side curled up in a ball, but still without a pillow.

I noticed lately that it hurts if I try to turn my head to the left, it used to not hurt just from that motion, unless I would try to keep the position. It generally hurts if I try to turn my head to any side for too long, I have to keep looking forward or slightly down.

My neck will also hurt if I put anything on my head, like a towel, or a hood, anything that's giving it extra weight or putting any pressure on it.

There are things I still can't do with manageable or minimal pain! I can do some gardening, if I take breaks and accept that generally crouching and looking down will be mildly painful. I can ride a bike with next to no pain, I can do cleaning where I don't have to walk much, and it doesn't bother me. I can do foraging as long as I don't look too much down and move the rest of my body more than I move my neck. And doing normal stuff in the kitchen like cooking, kneading dough, washing dishes, doesn't bother me at all.

I have tried a few exercises in the past, found on youtube, but every and each of those was painful to do, and I didn't know if it would do extra damage, so I stopped. I think now I can try doing any exercises since there's nothing physically wrong with me, I'm unlikely to do actual damage (but I'm still scared of irritating the pain).

I appreciate being given a chance to just talk about the pain because usually I just try to not talk about it, because I don't want everyone around me to feel bad about it all the time, and nothing really helps. I've been prescribed a muscle-relaxant to take for a week, and while I was taking it, it was better, and less painful, but as soon as I stopped taking it, the pain came right back.

#neck pain #neck pain discourse #i'm still just coming to terms with the fact that it isn't physically caused pain #it's difficult to believe something this big and strong could be caused by psychological reasons #i mean i know i'm mentally ill but come on #this is just ridiculous

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fiendishactsatdiabolicalprices · 3 months

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fuck you tumblr

with that out of the way, hi. here's a medkit i threw together out of the stuff i have in my household supplies. these are australian products and i took this like, two months ago to post on private and forgot to share here.

honorable mentions missing here are bottled water (important for rinsing wounds clean of debris and substances of skin), package of bandaids (for small wounds that can be easily covered), and a tourniquet.

a friend of mine was great enough to give me feedback on the kit (it's good, just needs identifying on where to store it while protesting and what else needs to put in), and suggested:

compressed gauze

powderless nitrile gloves

masks because you're going to be in crowds of people and god fucking dammit nobody takes covid seriously

and, the tourniquet.

and one that i suggest with high caution:

any essential medication the twelve can not try and pin you for. if you get pulled to the side and have a restrictive practice object on you, they'll try anything.

A quick note about the makeup pads I will go over in the item description after the image: alcohol swabs are for cleaning, not drying. the makeup pads are what you use to dry the wound. i've suggested makeup pads here because they're all around applicators, generally inexpensive, and compact.

Storing your medkit: have a designated medkit carrier. if you have to carry semi or fully restrictive medications, or have a lot of people therefore a lot of supplies, or feel as if that might slow you down, store it in your vehicle so you both have a medical station AND a safe place to keep it. most people have a first aid box in their cars nowadays- it's not unusual, and they cannot fucking arrest you for having one in there.

Regular medkit checks: Before the protest, make sure your consumables are still within their expiries. Swap out old medication, put in new stuff. Disinfectant also spoils over time. Make sure single use things like bandaids, swabs, blister packs for pain management aren't broken or opened to expose the contents to outside elements.

Allergies and intolerances: Before you meet up for the protest, ideally, is when you make sure you have your medical bracelets on your person. That way if something happens to cause you to be unable to speak or communicate effectively and a person you do not know tries to give you treatment, they can determine whether you can or not receive particular forms. Common bracelets have penicillin, and diabetes, but can be engraved to have any ailment on them. Look out for a medical bracelet, necklace, or any other form of ID when giving treatment to an unresponsive person.

feel free to add whatever you want to this post, but be constructive about it. this is for palestine, sudan, bali, the congo. this is for rioting against oppression and genocide- not rioting for.

[Image ID:] General use household items laid out against a beige tablecloth. There are edited in numbers to identify each object. Please ignore the quantity text- .

1: Bandage clasps/bobby pins. Carry as many as you want, important for fixing wound covers.

2. Alcohol swabs. Good for quick cleaning of wounds.

3. Makeup pads/ tissues/ anything good for cleansing and packing wounds. These will take up room in your kit, but are worth having.

4. Antiseptic ointment. Needed for things that look infected. Good for awkward placed wounds that need to be disinfected.

5. Liquid disinfectant. Much stronger than the ointment, can be used to disinfect wounds. Also much better for disinfecting equipment.

6. Bandages. Used in conjunction to your clasps and bobby pins. Watch a few videos on different limb wrapping techniques, practice on yourself or a friend. Get them to do the same to you. Medium crepe is recommended for general purpose woundwrapping.

7. Paper tape. Used for packing down wound dressings from under the bandage.

8. Bars of soap. Useful for unsticking zippers, and can be used to clean equipment and clothes. Incredibly useful.

9. Aspirin and other pain managements. Ensure you have an alternative to penicillin products- very common allergy. Would not carry more than one sheet per person for obvious reasons. Avoid taking very strong pain managers that can be both confiscated as dangerous drugs and pin you for assumed trafficking.

Not included: bottled water (for rinsing, drinking, cleaning) and a tourniquet (i hope you never have to use this in a protest, but you can never be too careful), as well as a box of disposable masks. A plastic bag or two would not be harmful, either.

#palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #free gaza #ceasefire now #endisraelsgenocide #strike for palestine #protest for palestine

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Hi! I saw you were looking for song recs. Can I have some more details about the force quit AU so I can tailor song suggestions better, please?

YES OF COURSE! Fair warning this is a long boy post so be warned SLDFKJ

ok so basically the Force Quit AU is a generation loss au that is a bit self indulgent so bear with me here :D! The self indulgent bit is the addition of another character, Marvin! They are an ex stage hand and set designer for Showfall that was able to escape the company's mind control. They now work from inside the company to help others escape, including Ranboo and his friends. I've taken this little detail for myself and labelled it as Marvin's doing. So basically hes a little helper

ANYWAYS! Force Quit follows canon pretty closely until around the end of The Choice. I have two ways this could go and I havent really decided on which i like better so I'll cover both!

Option 1 is that Marvin sneaks into the control room/heart of the facility as the voting is occurring. Before Hetch makes the call and pulls the metaphorical trigger to box Ranboo, Marvin comes up from behind Hetch and knocks him clean out with a length of pipe. Marvin then gets Ranboo down from where he is stuck and they both run like fucking hell. Both make it out of the facility.

Option 2 involves a little bit of context on some of the ideas I have about Showfall and the Security monsters specifically. So personally I call the Security monsters Taskmanagers! I think its fitting to name it after the computer program.

Additionally, you know Hetch's line where he describes the motionless Showfall employees? He says this: "My best guess is they were once people, and then something moved in and kinda repurposed them to be.. yknow, whatever the company needed."

So I took this and RAN. I came up with a concept that there is a stage before the Taskmanagers we see in Genloss. I haven't come up with a name for them yet. They arent really a "larval form" but more of a base form. Showfall either made a deal with some entity or experimented enough to create these creatures made out of wire and a tar-like substance. They use analog technology as "shells", sort of like hermit crabs. In addition they feed off of electrical signals.

I don't think that they're actively malicious, the company just uses them in an awful way. Anyways the employees will start out as normal people working their jobs. The masks have some filtering and control capabilities but no where as strong as Ranboo's mask since it's not directly connected to the body.

This can change though if the employee discovers something they shouldn't have or if Showfall just wants to do it. An employee can go through a process called "rewiring." There are several degrees to it ranging from a mild degree which involves the process of physically wiring the employee to the mask. This continues until the highest and final degree which is a full rewiring. A full rewiring is when an employee is offered to one of these little wire creatures. The creature, when prompted, will take the employee and inhabit their body. They will feed off of the brain's electrical signals and give Showfall direct control over the host's actions. There is usually no going back from this. This is also inspired by the scene in The Choice where Ranboo stabs an employee and wires come out instead of blood!

For Taskmanagers specifically I think they are originally the result of a botched Full Rewiring process. The host and wire creature did not react well and in turn created the Taskmanagers who are dangerous and actively hostile. Showfall, after accessing damages, realized they could purposefully trigger this botched creation and use them to their advantage, thus creating security.

SO, after that long explaination, onto Option 2! Sorry there's no easier way to explain this, trust me, I've tried.

So Option 2 involves Marvin somehow befriending a "defective" wire creature. Or, alternatively, befriending a defective Taskmanager. I really need to work on a name for the tiny ones gees- Anyways Ranboo is rescued here more by.. uh. Brute force rather than stealth. Here, before Hetch can pull the trigger, Marvin and the wire creature bust through a door or wall koolaid-man style and rescue Ranboo. Admittedly this option makes less sense but I'm still including it because I had the visual of the box beginning to close on Ranboo but two GIANT wire-y hands catch the two sides and WRENCHING it back open. I dont know thats just so cool to me I love big monsters!

Regardless of how the rescue goes, Ranboo escapes and is outside the facility. Marvin in hesitant to join him because of their ongoing mission to save as many people as possible. And Ranboo upon hearing this explains that Sneeg and Charlie are still trapped in there. Marvin is hesitant to believe either of them are alive but Ranboo begs them to at least check. Marvin agrees and returns inside the facility, leaving Ranboo with an address for a place he can spend the night in as well as a small two-way communicator.

Marvin enters back into the facility and discovers that both Charlie and Sneeg are alive. Charlie, however, being wounded by a Taskmanager, has some electronic bits placed into his abdomen. I am working on a design for him at the moment but here's what I'm using for inspiration:

A green liquid-cooled PC. Please have fun drawing your own conclusions while I work on his design LSKDJF

Sneeg, while attacked by security, was not wounded enough to require any replacement parts. He just has a couple of large scars on his torso. The real damage was done during The Warehouse where he was "reset." When Sneeg was reset, he gained awareness of everything Showfall was doing. He could see the cameras and he knew none of this was real. But this comes at a detriment because while he now has an immense amount of "behind the scenes" knowledge about Showfall, Showfall has the ability to completely control him. I'm unsure if this denotes a full rewire or if Showfall is using some experimental remote technology.

Anyways when he was revived after being attacked by the Taskmanager in The Choice, the revival process messed with what the reset did to his mind. The connection between him and Showfall is a little glitchy now. He still has insider information but sometimes he can accidentally trigger a meltdown where he believes he is once again on stage in Showfall. This either manifests itself as that panicked state we saw him in during The Warehouse where he was given the wrong hat OR how apathetic he was immediately after being reset. His perception of reality is distorted as well. Sometimes he can almost predict something before it happens, almost like a sixth sense.

Ok so where was I?? Sorry I took a hard left into infodumping territory. I mean I already am infodumping but i did EVEN MORE! LSKJDFLSKDF

Anyways the AU from here, in short, is saving each member of the cast! Charlie and Sneeg stick with Ranboo and form their little trio. I'm not sure where Niki, Austin, Vinny, and Ethan fall in the AU yet but I do want them to be rescued as well. I just don't know if they will be in the main group after or not!

Ok hopefully that was coherent and not a boring read! But yeah thats the Force Quit AU I love this thing to death already its been occupying all of my waking thoughts! Yay :D!

#sorry for how long it is but alas . it is how it is SLKJFDLSKFJ #nebula rambles #nebulas notes #genloss #generation loss #look at my au boy

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Dean Timeline Repost for Future Reference

Since many of us do not (or soon will not) have access to the Dean Timeline by @/soft-pine as a resource, I've decided to repost it before I've actually had the time to read the whole thing myself. I tried adding the original to the Wayback Machine, but because the original post has a readmore on it, I don't know of a way to save the full post to the Wayback Machine. (If anyone knows a way, please let me know in the notes or something.)

For this reason, I'm posting this without a cut at first, so I can (hopefully) save a screenshot to the Wayback Machine. Once that's done, I will put a cut to save the dash. I will have reblogs turned off until I've added a readmore and a WBM link to this post.

Updated with WBM archive link. It still gives a tumblr login wall after a couple seconds, so if you need to use it you'll want to select all and copy pretty quickly.

Link address (add after h tt ps : // and delete spaces) web. archive. org / web/20240307174920/ ht tps : //www . tumblr . com / fandom-hoarder /744313831414792192 /dean-timeline-repost-for-future-reference ? source = share

When consulting this timeline as a canon resource, I would keep in mind that John's Journal is not technically canon, and that some factoids from the TV canon may be unreliable narration or retcons (such as the mention of the Grand Canyon in s8, when previous canon already states that Sam and Dean have never been there.)

Originally posted by @/soft-pine:

Timeline of Every Anecdote from Dean's Childhood in Supernatural

This is super open to feedback and suggestions if I missed something. This also includes a few quotes and things from a couple of the tie-in novels where they don't conflict with canon.

Content notes: death, child abuse, alcohol

1983

Dean is 4

John & Mary used to call Dean their “little piglet” because he liked to eat so much. [1]

Dean played T-ball. [2]

Mouse Trap is Dean's favorite game. [3]

Mary would feed Dean tomato-rice soup when he was sick. [4]

Mary would sing "Hey Jude" as a lullaby. [5]

Dean really likes Mary's meatloaf. He doesn't know she gets it from Piggly Wiggly. [6]

Between May and November John and Mary had a fight and John left home for a few days. [7]

November 2 - Mary Winchester dies, Sam is 6 months old.

November 6 - Mary Winchester's funeral. Her uncle arranges a headstone even though she doesn't have a body. [8] John Doesn't go. [9]

Before November 16 – They're staying with friends, Mike and Kate. [8] John Meets Missouri. [11]

November 16 – John walks out of Mike & Kate's. Takes boys to Julie's. Goes to see Missouri. Julie gets killed. They leave Lawrence. [12] “Got the hell out of Lawrence. If I never go back, it'll be too soon. Not for Dean, though. The first thing he wanted to know was when we would go remember a home [sic]. But we don't have a home anymore, Dean. The sooner you get used to that, the better.” [13]

John leaves a box of pictures in the basement of the house. [14]

November 20 – Dean sees John kill a shapeshifter. [15] “Dean walked out of the roadhouse right when I put the final bullet into the shape-shifter's head. And he said, 'Why'd you kill him, Dad?'” [16]

November 21 – Boys are with Pam & Bill in Elgin. John's first night away from them. [17] “Here's what I wish I could say to Dean – Your brother's too young to understand any of this, but you're beginning to. And that scares me. Since your mother died, I've seen unspeakable things, and now you've seen them and that's my fault.... Until then, I can only pray that you're strong enough to look after Sam. One of us has to be.” [18]

November 25 – John meets Pastor Jim. [19]

November 29 – John gets the boys from Elgin & leaves. [20]

December - Dean still hardly talks. He never budges from John's side – "or from his brother. Every morning, Dean is inside the crib, arms wrapped around baby Sam. Like he’s trying to protect him from whatever is out there in the night. [21]

December 11 - Sammy has finally started sleeping through the night, and now that Dean shares a bed with him, he’s out like a light as well. [22]

December 25 - "a crooked two foot tall plastic tree, a bunch of junk food stuffed in the stockings, and a pile of sports equipment for the boys… football, basketball, soccer." [23]

December 29 - “Dean hasn't been the same since he saw me kill that shape-shifter. I don't know how to talk to him about it. He's not even five years old. Most kids his age don't even have a clear idea what death is, and he's seen it up close and personal. What do I say to him? How old does he have to be before I tell him the truth?”[24]

13.21 (okay this is technically in a dream of Sam's)

http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries)

14.17

5.13

12.2

5.16

2.04

"John's Winchester's Journal" by Alex Irvine

http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries)

John's Journal

1.09

John's Journal

http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries) & John's Journal

John's Journal

1984

Dean is 5

“I realized I can't leave [Dean] in school... I know he should be able to run around with other kids, who don't know how to field-strip the Browning. Well, Dean doesn't either, yet. But he's learning. He's got a talent for guns. I can see it already. And he'll need it.” [1]

May 2 – John meets Daniel Elkins. [2]

May 17 - “Sammy took his first steps yesterday. He walked toward Dean, then fell flat on his face and started crying. Life is tough, kid. Do I sound like a proud dad? I am.” [3]

1-3. John's Journal

1985

Dean is 6

January 24 - “It's been more than a year since he saw me kill a shape-shifter. He doesn't talk about it anymore. And he's stopped asking when he's going to go to school. Maybe this year, now that he's a little older, now that he knows a little more about things. I've been teaching him. Not the worst stuff, but enough so he knows that there are things that go bump in the night.” [1]

September 7 – Dean's first day of school. [2] “He asked on the way in whether kids in school learned the same stuff he'd been learning. I had to tell him that maybe it wasn't a good idea for him to talk about Dad's job on the playground. He came home on the top of the world, and he brought me worksheets with the names of the different parts of a fish...” [3]

November 2 - “Dean saw something on my face, or maybe it was just that he knew what day it is. When I got here, he came up to me and asked if I'd had a tough hunt. I couldn't talk for a minute.” [4]

November 14 – John takes Dean shooting the first time. “Took Dean shooting. If he's big enough to try to comfort me, he's big enough to start learning the tools of the trade. I only let him fire the .22, but he is a deadeye marksman. My drill sergeant would have taken him over me in a second. Times like this, I sure am proud of my boy. I have a feeling it will be different with Sammy. Maybe he's just too young to show it, but I don't think he's got the same kind of killer instinct.” [5] John takes Dean out shooting for the first time, using bottles as target practice. According to Dean, he "bullseyed every one of them." Dean remembers this story as him being “6 or 7." Dean cites this story as one of the fonder memories of his father. [6]

Rufus spent the whole year being nice. It was the worst year of his life.

1-5. John's Journal

6. 2.06

1986

Dean is 7. “For his seventh birthday, I took Dean shooting again. He wanted to fire one of the big guns – that's what he called them. I let him shoot the Browning, but I steadied his hands. Sammy wanted me to help him make Dean a card.” [1]

Dean starts having a crush on Daisy Duke. [2]

April 16 – Bill Harvelle dies. [3]

May 2 - “Sammy is three years old today. We celebrated with ice-cream cake. He was still wearing most of it when he fell asleep. Dean's sleeping too, the two of them in the same bed. The room only has one bed. I'll sleep on the floor... Some nights it's enough to watch them sleep, and know that if they start having a nightmare, I'll be right there to stop it.” [4]

September 5 – Dean starts second grade. “I watch him like a hawk. He makes me swear that I'll take good care of Sammy before he'll go to school. God, I love that kid.... Sammy's a very different kid. He hasn't taken to the idea of hunting bad guys, and he's still too young to really understand what it means to avenge his mother.” [5]

November 2 – “Dean watches his little brother like a hawk every minute, with an expression on his face that says he's willing to die to keep Sammy safe. [Mary] doesn't know how it tears me up inside to see that expression, and to know that it's there because I have drilled it into Dean that Sammy is his responsibility. He's eight [sic] years old, and I've told him his brother's life is in his hands. Mary, I didn't have any right to do that. But what else could I do?” [6]

John began the masked vampire case - looking into killings and kidnappings along Route 77. [7]

John's Journal

11.13

2.06, 2.14 & John's Journal

John's Journal

15.20

1987

Dean is 8

January 24 - Dean's school has a party for him then John takes them to Chuck E. Cheese's. [1]

John takes Dean and Sam on a donkey ride at the Grand Canyon. Dean’s donkey is very flatulent which Sam finds very funny. [2]

May 2 – John has to pull Dean out of school because a demon knows where they are. “Dean understands.” [3]

May 17 - “I'm starting to figure out you can move a kid from school to school every month, and the schools deal with it because they have to. A part of me wonders how the kids deal with it. But sons have to be soldiers. And soldiers adapt.” [4]

July 13 – A hunt goes bad for John in Portland, Maine. “We were almost to the New Hampshire state line and I'd told Dean a little about what had happened, because I was so frustrated and ashamed that I had to talk to someone. Sammy was asleep the whole time. Then Dean asked me one of those killer questions that little kids come up with. 'Dad,' he says, 'Won't the manitou go after other people now?' That's a hard thing to face. Not that he asked the question, or that he was right, but that he had a better sense of right and wrong than I did.” [5]

November 2 - “Dean asked me today what she looked like. He never talks about her on any other day but this one. I couldn't even show him a picture, so I told him what you tell a boy who asks about his dead mother. I told him that she was beautiful and kind and she loved him and Sammy more than anything in the world.” [6]

Dean has begun hunting. [7]

John's Journal

8.21

John's Journal

11.08

1988

Dean is 9

January 24 - “We're on our third move, so he might not finish third grade. He calls himself the New Kid all the time. He's been to three schools already this year. Who knows how many more.” [1]

May 2 - John is hunting a Shtriga in Wisconsin when he leaves Sam and Dean alone in a hotel room. Dean gets bored and goes out and comes back to find the Shtriga attacking Sammy. John returns in time to scare the Shtriga off. [2] “I could blame Dean, but it's my fault. There's enough blame to go around. I missed the kill, and I left Dean watching Sam, and he couldn't pull the trigger when he needed to. I haven't taught him well enough. If he is weak like that again, my boys will die... but what kind of father am I to put my a nine-year-old boy in a situation where he might have to kill to protect his brother? I'm the kind of father I have to be. I'm the kind of father who teaches his boys that no man or monster can kill their mother and get away with it.” [3]

They know Pastor Jim by this point. [4]

Dean and Sam (5) were playing dress up as Batman and Superman and jump of the roof of a shed. Sam breaks his arm and Dean took him to the E.R. on the handlebars of his bike. [5]

May – John knows Bobby by now. [6]

December 5 - “Dean's teacher called to tell me that he got a subscription to Weekly World News, and had it delivered to school. How is he paying for it? I could ask him, but he's already too sharp to give me a straight answer. And I could force him to, but there's no point. If that makes him feel more at him in this world...” [7] (Dean later misremembers the name of the newspaper.[8])

At some point before now Dean is given his first beer by Fred Jones in Salt Lake City. [9]

John's Journal

1.18

John's Journal

1.18

9.15 (mentioned again in 11.08)

John's Journal

2.03

8.08. He also apparently gives Sam his first beer too but it's unlikely it was this same time?

1989

Dean is 10

January 24 - “Dean turns ten today. Regan out of office.” [1]

Dean knows how to drive. [2] “Not young like I was when he actually taught me how to drive.” [3] (If Sam learned to drive by 9 (see 1992), it stands to reason Dean would have learned at least that early if not sooner.)

“When I was 10, I got my first B&E from borrowing some family's pay-per-view so I could watch the cage match between you and the Tower of Power.” [4]

May 2 – Sam turns six. John sends him to kindergarten. “He's such a different kid than Dean. Quiet, watchful. He's learned that there are things to fear in the world, but where Dean wants to fight them, you get the sense that Sammy watches, learns.” [5]

July 4 – Dean & Sam are in a day camp. Staying nights with Pastor Jim – camping in his yard. “On the fifth day of the camp, Dean was canoeing through an easy rapids on the Blue Earth River. Things went bad. Dean swore to me when he came back that he'd seen something – only he said 'someone' – capsize the canoe. I didn't think about it too much... until the next week when another canoe went over and the counselor paddling it died.” John pulls them from camp. [6]

Dean: "You couldn't been more than 5— you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know.... I just wanted you to be a kid... Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you... Keep you safe... Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job..." [7]

November 2 - “Today I overheard the boys talking about her, about her death. Sammy's old enough to be asking hard questions, and I think that's making Dean think about some things that he'd put away until now. He's a tough little kid, Dean. Like me. But he's also like me in the way he holds things in. Now his little brother is asking him things and he's got to figure out a way to protect Sammy while Sammy's questions put him through the emotional wringer all over again.” [8]

Bobby takes Dean to play catch instead of “practice with the double-barrel” as John had instructed Dean. In the flash back Rufus guesses the year is around 1989. “No, we didn't shoot rifles, as a matter of fact. We threw a ball around. He's a kid, John. They both are. They're entitled.... Yeah, I know I ain't their dad.” Bobby hangs up and throws the phone down. [9]

John's Journal

http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/Origins_1

11.04

11.15

John's Journal

2.22

John's Journal

7.10

1980s General

(i.e. there isn't a specific date mentioned for this but I'm guessing from context that it happened in this decade)

Sam sticks army men into Baby's ashtray. [1]

Dean sticks Legos into the vents. [2]

Dean eating all of Sam's Halloween candy sometime. [3]

John taking them to see World of Wrestling. Sometime before Dean is ten. Dean calls it “one of the nicest things” John ever did. Sam remembers John getting drunk. [4]

John takes Dean fishing. When Dean tells Jack, Jack feels from his tone that it's his happiest memory of John. [5]

Dean telling Sam a stupid joke to distract him from ripping off bandaids when he was little. [6]

The first beer John shared with Dean tasted like "crap". [7]

Sam's memory of Thanksgivings: “We had a bucket of extra-crispy and Dad passed out on the couch. [8]

"I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." [9]

Dean says he believed the TV ads about Sea Monkeys having families [10]

Dean mentions a babysitter, Mrs Chancy, who was obsessed with the TV show Dynasty [11], which ran until 1989 when Dean was ten. This could be a lie he's just telling a kid to get him to open up about his babysitter though.

"Alright, here we go. John Winchester's famous cure-all kitchen sink stew. There you go. Enough cayenne pepper in there to burn your lips off, just like Dad used to make."

"You used to read to me, um, when I was little, I— I mean, really little, from that— from that old, uh... Classics Illustrated comic book. You remember that? ... Knights of the Round Table. Had all of King Arthur's knights, and they were all on the quest for the Holy Grail. And I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad, and, and, and he was kneeling, and— and light streaming over his face..."

5.22

12.11 & 14.04

11.15

14.17

15.01

15.20

5.16

1.22

5.06

8.21

1990

Dean is 11

January 24 - “Dean turns eleven today. He asked for his own gun, and I got him one. A Seecamp LWS .32 automatic, the smallest gun I could find that offered any kind of stopping power. Dean and I poured silver slugs for it ourselves and we loaded it with alternating silver and Winchester hollow-points. He's got it in his pocket now.” [1]

January - John is injured on a hunt in Windom, Minnesota, and goes to the hospital, where he meets Kate Milligan. [2]

May 2 – They've moved around enough that Sam is behind in school. John thinks he should do more like home teaching. “I'd ask Dean to do it, but there's only so much you can pile on a kid. Having Sammy's life in his hands is enough for Dean; he can't be responsible for home-schooling Sammy too.” [3]

September 29 - Adam Milligan is born. [4]

At some point Dean makes a sawed off. He's in sixth grade. [5]

John's Journal

4.19

John's Journal

4.19

3.03

1991

Dean is 12

February – Winchesters go to Albuquerque for a few months. Dean “even talked about wanting to play basketball this spring, but I'm not sure he's serious. I think he's taking cues from me, talking about everyday stuff when I try to keep us in one place. Then when we're on the road again, all he can talk about is hunting.” [1]

March – Sam played a sunbeam in the school play and talking about a science project to enter into the school fair. John working construction. [2]

March 17 – The kids play soccer. [3]

April 1 – John quits his job. Mrs Lyle kidnaps Sam – taking him to a regional science fair but not. “Dean came through. I don't have any words for how proud I am of him. His brother's under some kind of spell, there's a giant monster made out of train parts coming after me, and he has the presence of mind to find the journal and read the exorcism out of it. I almost lost both of my boys today.... How am I going to explain to Sammy that we're not going back to school?... To top it all off, I had to give Sammy a sharp lecture on not talking to strangers. While I was on the phone with Bobby, he just got out of the car and went up to a black Seville. I read him the riot act – Dean too, since he let it happen and it's his job to watch Sammy. All Sammy would say about it was that the guy wanted to know where we were going.” [4]

April 7 – At Bobby's. [5]

April 18 – Silas, friend of Bobby's tells John Sam is special. [6]

April 19 – John taking Dean deer hunting. “It's out of season but the Dakotas are lousy with Deer and Dean needs to pull a trigger to sharpen him up.... The hunting trip was nearly a disaster. Dean missed the shot. I sent him after the buck, a beautiful twelve-pointer, and he dropped the gun when he tripped on the trail. Then out of nowhere comes Sammy, who picks up the gun and lays that big boy out. A seven-year old... well, almost eight. Then he tells me that the deer had taken Dean's gun, and that Sammy had to protect him.” Sam got a ride from the Black Seville to the trail. They go back to see Silas. Dean & John leave for an hour but they see the Seville. Go back to Silas'. John leaves Dean outside with Sam on the porch but John finds Silas butchered inside. [7]

Dean to Bobby: “You used to take us hunting. Remember? Dad had a case, he'd just dump us on you. Shoot, you must have taught us most of the outdoor tracking we know.” Bobby: “Yeah, what I could get to stick. I never could get you little grubs to pull a trigger on a single deer.” Dean: “You’re talking about Bambi, man.” Bobby: “You don't shoot Bambi, jackass. You shoot Bambi's mother.” [8] (This interaction isn't directly referencing the story above but it adds context, I think.)

April 20 – John has kidnapped Anderson, from the Black Seville, stolen the car and Dean killed Anderson. “My oldest son is blooded.” [9]

December 25 - Sam (8) and Dean are at a motel in Broken Bow, Nebraska. John is hunting while Sam and Dean spend Christmas alone together. Sam reads John's Journal and finds out that Mary's death was supernatural, monsters are real, and that John hunts them. He confronts Dean, who confirms it. Sam gives Dean an amulet. [10] John suspects Sam has been reading the journal. Says he left them presents. Dean stole night vision goggles from the gun show in Amarillo to give to John from him & Sam. [11] “They're both starting to act out a little, because we're apart so much. Sam gets resentful and has trouble keeping his temper. Dean tries to fix everything and keep us together as a team.” [12]

John's Journal

7.09

John's Journal

3.08

John's Journal

1992

Dean is 13

January 24 – they celebrate at Mama Janer's in Flint, Michigan. [1]

March 30 - “I thought the lesson was learned back in Wisconsin, but the same thing almost happened again. I left the boys next at the beach in Two Lakes State Park and went looking for a skinwalker, and then it was Ichi all over again. Only this time the skinwalker took on the appearance of a park ranger it had killed, and nearly got the boys to come with it because they trusted the uniform. I still can't completely trust them on a hunt. I took it down, and lit into the two of them. Especially Dean. I have to be hard on him because one of these days I'm not going to be around, and he's the one who's going to have to look out for his brother. He's a badass, though. I thought I was tough when I was thirteen, but Dean would have kicked my ass six ways to Sunday.” [2]

John buys a Playboy featuring Anna-Nicole Smith, both boys end up reading it. [3]

June - Sam tells John he is afraid of the monster in his closet and John gives him a .45. [4] Sam sleeps with it under his pillow and sleeps soundly for 5 nights in a row. [5]

Sam wants to go hunting with Dean. Dean says John said no. John calls to ask Sam to come. [6]

Sam learns to drive when he's nine. [7]

John's Journal

7.22

1.01

John's Journal

11.08

John's Journal (mentioned in 1999)

1993

Dean is 14

January 24 – Dean goes to the movies with "girlfriend" (according to John) Katie. “Quite the ladykiller that kid. Like I was at his age.” John thinks Dean is like him and trouble. “He's like me. If i'm not careful with him, by the time he's twenty he'll have left a trail of kids and arrests warrants all over the country.” [1]

January – Motel Baba Yaga case. Dean says, “I was babysitting you when I was your age”. Sam says "I'm pretty sure that's illegal." Dean sees the nest, a pile of dead kids and has "nightmares about it for the longest time." [2]

May – Sam has been on a soccer team. He had a game and John took him bow hunting instead. They need to learn weapons because “there are demons after Sammy. He needs to know how to fight them, and Dean needs to know how to protect him.” [3]

Summer - John takes them hiking in the Rocky Mountains. One day he fills packs for Sam & Dean and takes them up a mountain and leaves them around dark, telling them to wait for an hour then try to find the way back and that he doesn't expect them for days. They find the packs are full of mostly useless supplies. John says it's a lesson not to trust anyone. [4] (DM me if you want the full quote. It's really sad.)

December 25 – Joplin, Missouri. Sam & Dean give John a book on theosophy which John guesses they stole. [5]

John's Journal

15.16

John's Journal

"Witches Canyon" by Jeff Mariotte, 195-198

John's Journal

1994

Dean is 15

January – Dean helps John “take out a spirit haunting a grocery owned by an Indian family in Erie, Pennsylvania.” It wasn't as simple as burning bones because of different traditions. [1]

May 2 – Sam asks for a computer for his birthday. John gets him a Macintosh Performa. “Looks like Team Winchester just took a big leap ahead when it comes to gathering information.” John mentions Bobby helped him get fake credit cards. [2]

Summer - Sam and Dean spend part of the summer being looked after by Donna, a babysitter (and maid at the Mayflower) in Housatonic, Massachusetts, while John hunts. One time John is gone for two weeks. It is the summer before Sam enters 6th grade, and he assigns himself a summer reading list. Dean possibly has a crush on Donna. [3]

October - They are living In Bismark (North Dakota?). Sam has a crush on Andrea Howell & has a really bad experience at her Halloween party, throwing up. Sam hides in the woods until Dean comes and gets him. [4]

Sam still believes in the Easter Bunny until close to here. [5]

John's Journal

5.12

14.04

10.12

1995

Dean is 16

January 24 – Montana hunting a werewolf with bows. John says he'll let Dean take the lead on the hunt the next day. [1]

January 25 – Dean does very well. Good shot. [2] Dean's first Werewolf. Sam go to the body burning. "So. I pick up this crossbow. And I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow right in his heart. Sammy's waiting in the car, and uh, me and my dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I'm sitting there and looking into the fire, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm sixteen years old. Most kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I'm seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of." [3]

Dean spends two months at Sonny's Home for Boys after being caught shoplifting. [4]

April 20 - Dean's award for New York Wrestling Champion. [5] John is in Oklahoma City hunting. [6]

Sam spends all of his time on the computer or arguing with John. “He wants to be in one place, live a normal life. The older he gets, the more he wants it. But the older he gets, the more I'm going to need him to help on the hunt. He's got to understand that.” [7]

November 13 – Sam's soccer team won division championship. John writes that he's proud of him and that he'll keep the trophy. [8]

November 24 - Sam has his first traditional Thanksgiving dinner at his crush Stephanie’s house. He has been attending a school called McKinley for two weeks. [9]

John's Journal

2.03

9.07

John's Journal

3.03 & John's Journal Book

5.16

1996

Dean is 17

January 24 �� John takes Dean shooting. Then sends him to hunt. “I've let him take the lead before but I've always been there to back him up. This time he's on his own. Partly it's a test, and partly I wanted some time with Sammy. Should be no problem for Dean. Ghosts of two nuns haunting St. Stephen's Indian Mission in Riverton, Wyoming. Simple salt-and-burn mission. Nuns in love with each other, then discovered. Killed themselves. We scoped the situation out, figured that something must be left behind that's now a focus for the haunting. Bible, rosary beads, some small article that's hidden somewhere in their room. I figured Dean would take care of it no problem, but I still stayed close by with Sammy.... Dean took care of the nuns just like I thought he would, but I don't think I'm going to be sending him on any more solos soon.” [1]

Sam finishes sixth grade a year late. He's mad about it. [2]

July 4 - Dean and Sam set off fireworks in a field and almost burn it down. [3]

At some point when Sam was 13 he ran away for two weeks while under Dean's watch in Flagstaff, Arizona, living off pizza in a cabin and befriending a dog he called Bones. Dean scoured the whole town looking for him and worried he might have died, and John was furious when he found out. [3]

John's Journal

5.16

1997

Dean is 18

January 24 – John gives Dean the Impala. “I've taught Dean a lot of what I know about working on cars, which was everything until 1983.... He knows I'll still be driving it, but he's a man now, and since he's already made his share of kills, this was the only right of passage I could think of. He goddamn well better take care of it.” [1]

When he's 13, Sam briefly wants to be a magician. [2]

May – Sam has been having strange dreams. “Plus now that he's hitting adolescence, he's a giant pain in the ass. Dean just chased girls and snuck around with beers in his coat pockets.” Sam just shuts down or wants to argue. [3]

June 16 – John claims Dean graduates high school & gets a diploma. John says Sam will be graduating when he's nineteen and will be mad about it. [4] But Dean didn't graduate high school. He got a GED. [5]

July 4 - Sam and Dean “burned down that field” when they set off their own fireworks display. [6]

Summer - The Winchesters hunt a werewolf. [7]

November - Sam and Dean attend Truman High in Fairfax, Indiana, for 3 or 4 weeks, while John is on a hunt that was originally supposed to be 2 weeks but ended up taking longer than expected. Dean is in 12th Grade. It is the third school they have attended since September. [8]

John's Journal

4.12

John's Journal

5.01

5.16

4.13

1998

Dean is 19

Sam is a mathlete. [1]

Summer - While John and Dean are off hunting a Kitsune, Sam stays in Lincoln, Nebraska, and does research for them. While there, he meets a girl and has his first kiss - only to discover that John and Dean's hunt has circled back on him. [2]

May – John feels Sam is shirking his duty. Dean and Sam don't get along as well. [3]

July - Dean goes on a solo "five states in five days" road trip, but ends up spending most of it in Cicero, Indiana, with Lisa Braeden. In the meantime, John & Sam "tie up a hunt" in Orlando, Florida. [4]

Dean meets Rhonda Hurley, she makes him try on her pink, satin panties and he likes it. [5]

At some point they spend time with Travis, the hunter. [6]

4.04

7.03

John's Journal

3.02

5.04

4.04

1999

Dean is 20

January 24 – Dean in Ohio. “Hasn't called in a couple of days. Tracking a possible poltergeist. He's supposed to call in every night. Mission discipline is critical.” [1]

John's Journal

1990s General

Dean trying to cook Winchester Surprise on a hotplate with food (baloney and sliced cheese) that it seems Sam shoplifted in the rain. John gets home and throws it out. [1] In Lebanon John tells Sam he remembers this and apologizes to Sam for it. [2]

Sam and Dean visited the Cleveland Botanical Gardens on a field trip. [3]

Dean going to CBGB "way underage" and John coming to get him. [4]

Hunting the chupacabra in Mexico. Sam is an olderish teenager when he says this happened the year before. [5]

John making Dean be bait, [6]

Dean used to live on “Nerve Damage” (“10 times the legal limit of caffeine”) as a kid. [7]

Escalating prank wars? [8]

Could be 80s too: Dean: “Remember that wreath Dad brought home that one year?” Sam: “You mean the one he stole from, like, a liquor store?” Dean: “Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans. That thing was great.” [9]

14.11

14.13

5.16

10.09

11.10

14.14 production draft. Corroborated by 1.20. Putting this in 1990s and not 1980s is very generous imo.

13.08

1.17

3.08

2000

January 1 – Dean has a terrible hangover. Immobile. John is also hungover. [1]

January 24 - Dean is 21. “I'd buy him a beer if I thought it would be something new. He's also old enough to buy his own guns now. I tried to raise him right, and it looks like I did. He's a scam artist, a ladies' man, and an absolutely loyal son. He knows what's right and doesn't hesitate to do it. I'm proud of him. Now that he's hunting on his own I don't see as much of him, but I know he's out there. When I call him on a job, he's right there every time. I've spent the last sixteen years afraid that I was going to screw him up somehow. Maybe now I can forget about that.” [2]

May 2 – John buys Sam a Mac for his birthday. [3]

1-3 John's Journal

2001

Dean is 22. He's away from John in Arkansas. [1]

May 2 – Sam & John aren't getting along. “He hunts when we need him to, but he's never committed himself the way Dean did. Dean's never known any other way to live, or if he has, he doesn't act like it. He's playing the role he was born to play.... I've given [Sam] more slack that I ever gave Dean.... Dean never even thought about college. We used to joke about it once in a while.” John wants to convince Sam not to go to college. Sam helps hide their trail of credit cards. [2]

Sam smokes weed maybe. [3]

John's Journal

11.19

Pre-2002, 2000s General

Sam & Dean driving 1,000 miles for an Ozzy show. [1]

Driving two days for a Jayhawks game. [2]

John catches Lee and Dean 'wasted' on a hunt. [3]

John plays Dean and Lee “Good Ol Boys” before hunts. “Listen up boys this is real music. [4]

Sam used to try to get him & Dean to do 'honest work' rather than hustling pool.[5]

The Las Vegs annual trip. [6]

Sam ran tech for a production of Oklahoma. [7]

5.22

15.17

5.22

7.08 (this seems like a stretch, imo)

10.05

Post-2002, 2000s General

Dean sleeps with Annie. [1]

Dean sees Lee while Sam's in college. [2] Possibly the 'cult thing in Arizona' 'what that thing did to that family, those kids.' Because Lee does one more job after that in Texas and retires.

At some point Dean hunts a Vetala and learns they usually hunt in pairs. [3]

7.19

15.17

7.11

2002

Dean is 23. John imagines he feels physically invincible. [1]

March 8 - Sam says he's leaving hunting to go to Stanford University. John says if he leaves to stay gone. [2] “And now he's going to college? He can go to hell, is where he can go.” (“Dean has always responded to discipline because he believes in the mission”) [3]

June 13 – Sam graduated high school (he's 19). John thinks he's mad it took him a year longer. [4]

August 31 – Sam leaves & John tells him to stay gone. [5]

September - Adam Milligan meets John Winchester. [6] (This could be any time from now til 2003 but I think it would be now because John will want to feel he can replace Sam or do something right.)

John's Journal

1.01, 1.20

John's Journal

4.19

2003

Dean is 24

January 24 - “I was twenty-four when I married his mother. Sorry, kid. Every boy has to cut the apron strings sometime, and for you it's not going to be until we kill off a supernatural entity that seriously needs killing.” [1]

Dean dates Cassie Robinson in Athens, Ohio, for a few weeks, while she finishes up her senior year of college (at Ohio University). Cassie breaks up with Dean after Dean tells her about hunting. [2] It lasts less than two months. [3]

May 2 – Dean & John are leaving Ohio. John overhears Dean on the phone talking about Sam. John notices Dean has been in a rough mood. [4]

June 13 – Dean hears about a succubus in Brooklyn from Richie and heads out quickly. [5]

June 21 - Dean is involved in a hunt for the father of Cole Trenton, in Nyack, NY. [6]

October 9 – Poltergeist case in Kittanning, PA. [7] John mentions that he's been visiting Palo Alto but not like seeing Sam. [8]

John gets taken from this year into the future in "Lebanon." He is sleeping in the Impala and Dean calls him and he tells him he'll be back soon. [9]

John's Journal

1.13

5.11

John's Journal

John's Journal 3.04

10.02

1.04 & John's Journal

John's Journal

14.13

2004

Dean is 25

End of June – John visits Palo Atlo & sees that Sam has a girlfriend. [1]

September 29 - John takes Adam to a ballgame for his 14th birthday. [2]

John's Journal Book

4.19

2005

Dean is 26, dude.

January 1 - “When I was twenty-six, I'd been married for two years and had a toddler. Dean's never been with a woman for more than a couple of weeks at a time. I've prevented him from being a father.” [1]

January 24 – John mentions he's been telling Dean more about the demon stuff he's learning from Bobby. [2]

Summer - John teaches Adam to drive using the Impala (this is after John gave Dean the car for his 18th). [3]

September 29 - John buys Adam a beer when he's 15. [4]

October 3 - John cuts off contact with Dean (John is in Jericho, Dean in New Orleans). [5]

October 28 – John leaves journal in Jericho & goes after demon. [6]

End of October – Dean comes to get Sam.

Dean: "I must have stood outside your dorm for hours... because I didn't... I didn't know what... What you would say. I thought you'd tell me to... to get lost or get dead. And I don't know what I would've done... if I didn't have you. 'Cause I was so scared." [7]

John's Journal

4.19

1.01 & John's Journal

John's Journal

15.20

General Comments

(i.e. just quotes and things that are either too general to place in time or give windows into Dean's feelings about John at various points)

Toni Bevell saying about John's drunken rages and weeks of abandonment. Also pointing out that Dean & Sam didn't tell Mary about it. [1]

Dean says he & Sam could have benefited from a mother's dating advice. [2]

Sam talks about worrying when John & Dean would be out on a hunt and he wouldn't hear from them for days. He thought about what he would do. [3]

Sam saying it seemed to him Dean & John bonded over hunting. [4]

Dean's allusions to liking dancing/wanting to be a dancer. [5]

John saying hunter gatherings were trouble and in general keeping Sam & Dean away from them. [6]

Dean: “I know things got dicey… you know, with dad… the way he was. And I just… I didn’t always look out for you the way that I should’ve. I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep the peace, it probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was… when I was away, you know it wasn’t ‘cause I just ran out, right? Dad would… he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that.” [7]

Dean: “Ah well, growing up it was a… it was always nice to check out once in a while. I like to watch movies where I know the bad guy is going to lose.” [8]

“you know kids, no matter what they still want the old man's approval” about an abusive dad. Dean agrees to it. [9]

Dean drinks to “crappy childhoods”. [10]

Dean: “Jo, you've got options. No one in their right mind chooses this life. My dad started me in this when I was so young... I wish I could do something else... Jo, you've got a mother that worries about you. Who wants something more for you. Those are good things. You don't throw things like that away. Might be hard to find later.” [11]

Sam: “his drill sergeant thing worked with you but it didn't work with me.” [12]

Sam: “Dad always said it was temporary, Dean. He said it for 22 years.” [13]

Dean: “And I get what I've been doing lately, you know, what with the yelling and the acting like a prison guard. It's just, that's not me. You tell yourself you're not gonna be something, you know? But my dad was exactly like this. All the time. It's scaring the hell out of me.” [14]

Sam: “I wish I could have that kinda innocence.” Dean: “If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too.” [15]

“I'm starting to get why parents lie to their kids. You want them to believe that the worst thing out there is mixing Pop Rocks and Coke—protect them from the real evil. You want them going to bed feeling safe. If that means lying to them, so be it. The more I think about it...the more I wish Dad had lied to us.” [16]

Dean says he's been wanting John and Mary back together since he was four. [17]

Dean learned to use CB radios to look for leads from truckers. John used them all the time. [18]

“Growing up on the road, no matter where Dad dragged us, no matter what we did, there was always a TV. And you know what was on that TV? Scooby and the gang.” [19]

Sam: "And when we were kids how many times did we tell dad we were fine just to make him happy?!" [20]

Sam says explicitly that they had to hustle pool to eat. [21] Additionally, Sam says John made them do this. [22]

Travis: "you ever been really hungry? I mean, haven't-eaten-in-days hungry?" Dean: a 'yeah' so emphatic his voice cracks. Sam: silence. [23]

John: “You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd... You'd say 'It's okay, Dad'... You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once.” [24]

12.21

11.12

11.18

12.20

7.16 & 15.10

2.03 & 12.06

14.12

14.04

13.02

10.12

2.06

13.04

6.02

1.18

5.06

14.13

13.11

13.16

14.16

15.11

1.08

4.04

2.01

Shoutout to these great timelines as well! http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/Timeline_(Pre-series) & https://supernatural.fandom.com/wiki/Chronology_of_Supernatural

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