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kkayyerr · 8 months ago

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OBX characters reactions to your age regression (+ them as your caregivers). SFW!!

John B

He’s going to be very careful with you, not pushing you to tell him anything. He knew that you’ll tell him about it on your own terms, when you feel like it, and when you finally did…

Well, he’ll tried his best at being your caregiver. He’s not the one to set some rules or something like that, but he will be looking out for you, so you won’t do stupid things. John B also wouldn’t let you be a part of the dangerous Pogue’s adventures when you are in the littlespace, because he thinks that you are way too fragile for that in those moments.

„No, sweetheart, you can’t go with us today, it’s way too dangerous for you, you’re not ready yet.” John B said, looking at you while you were giving him a pouty face. He knew that you wanted to come with them, but his protective nature just wouldn’t let that happened.

„So stay home and be good for me, okay?” he asked, his tone soft but firm.

You had no other options but to gave up, and nod your head as the sign of the agreement.

„Atta girl.”

JJ is actually still child himself (not regressed though). He would be more than happy to find out that now he would have some company. I believe that telling him about that would be the quickest decision you had ever made. He might get confused at first, but then he’ll try his best to make you feel comfortable with him.

If you asked him to be your caregiver, well…

He would be honored.

No boring rules though, discipline is not about him at all.

But if you messed up…

„Baby, I told you to eat, why haven’t you eaten today?“ JJ’s voice wasn’t rough, but he still had some stern expression on his face that you had rarely see. He wasn’t angry with you, more like concerned or disappointed, overall he did care about you health.

You sighed, putting your head down. You didn’t wanted to concern him, you just weren’t feeling like eating, not at all.

„I’m sowwy, JJ.” You said with a lisp and a childish mannerism. „My tummy didn’t wanted too…”

JJ’s face expression quickly switched from concerned to amused one. He found it funny how you were trying to blame your tummy. But it wasn’t something new for him, though. You always were way too stubborn to except your own faults.

„So are you telling me that your tummy is the naughty one here, right?” JJ hummed, pretending to think about that for a moment, before quickly jumping on top of you and starting tickling your tummy, laughing along with you.

„Guess I would have to punish it then…”

Pope

Let’s be honest, Pope is the smartest and the most responsible one of them all. I think he would’ve find out just by your sudden mood changes and a small changes in your voice when it started to sound more childish than usual. At first he would just reflect on your behavior, trying to keep all your triggers and different reactions to different things in his head. If you ever let him near you when you’re regressing he will be very responsible and gentle. He will make sure that you had your water, that you slept well and that your feelings doesn’t bother you. He won’t lose his temper even if you throw a temper tantrum or will just show him your worst attitude.

„Hey” he said quietly, walking over to you as he saw you sitting alone after storming off from him because of the little argument that usually wouldn’t bother you, not when you regressed, though. Now you were bothered, but you didn’t know how to communicate.

„Listen, if you don’t want to talk that’s fine, I know you’re having a big feelings right now, kid"

Pope put his hand on your knee, lightly touching you just to see your reaction. You didn’t move and he saw that as a green light. He crouched down in front of you, looking you in the eyes. Even though you clearly didn’t wanted to talk, he still wanted to be there for you.

„Nobody’s mad at you, that’s okay. Even grown ups sometimes loses their temper.”

You looked up at him, your lips tugging in a fade, yet happy smile.

“Thank you…”

Rafe

Note: Things will get pretty dark from here, so I want you to be prepared.

Trigger warnings: Abuse, manipulation, weapon, Stockholm syndrome, just Rafe being himself.

If you think that Rafe Cameron would be a good, typical caregiver you have to think again because you might be a little delusional.

He probably found out about it from Sarah, because she couldn’t kept her mouth shut. She didn’t had any thoughts about the fact that this information might seem very useful for her brother. At first he would just brushed it off, thinking that the whole „age regression” thing is some kind of weird kink, but then he would think about it again.

And then again…

Rafe knew that you were on of the Pogues, which obviously made him disgusted and he wouldn’t even pay attention to you in other situations, but the Pogue who is stuck in her innocent, childish mind? The Pogue who can be manipulated and used for his own advantage?

Yes, that definitely made you interesting for him.

It was another one of those evenings in Outer Banks and yet another fight between Pogues and Kooks started, you couldn’t help yourself and got overwhelmed too quickly. You wanted to help your friends, got whole intention to do so, but suddenly everything became too much. The only place that you find where you could’ve hide was a big bike. You didn’t know who’s it was, and at that moment you didn’t care. You set there, hiding your trembling body behind it, your ears covered with your shaky hands. You were dissociating so badly, that you didn’t even catch on where the whole thing ended. Tears were just kept flushing down your face until you heard footsteps and raised your head.

Rafe Cameron was standing there with a gun in his hand, looking you up and down with a little smirk on his face. You raised your hands.

„Pwease don’t shoot”

You closed your eyes, expecting him to actually hurt you, but instead you felt two strong arms picked you up from the ground. You weren’t protesting, because you knew that he had a gun…and maybe there were other reasons. He took you to the Tannyhill, and to your surprise he was super gentle with you, or maybe that was just your perspective of the situation.

Just like that you unknowingly and unwillingly got yourself a caregiver…a crazy one, though.

#obx #little!reader #rafe cameron x reader #john b x reader #jj x reader #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #age regression #age regression fic #dark!rafe cameron

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ohtoseni · 5 days ago

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siren song

chapter two

it's hard to change your worldview when you are created to destroy. one simple word and a man twice your size is dead on the floor. effortless, without lifting a finger. to replace indifference with love is a tricky task. bucky and his crew are up for it, though. maybe just not in a traditional way. aka yekaterina overcomes HYDRA programming with the power of friendship and lots and lots of dick. read it on ao3

pairings: bucky barnes x oc, sam wilson x oc, baron helmut zemo x oc, john walker x oc, robert "bob" reynolds x oc

tags/warnings: dead dove, poly, dubcon/noncon, medical experimentation, power dynamics, team as family in the tower, bdsm, past torture and violence, ptsd, semiverbal oc, feral child trope, overuse of daddy, D/s, suicide attempts, heavy angst, age regression, thunderbolts but sam and bucky never divorce and zemo is there solely because he should be and id love to see his crashout over being an avenger.

The room was standard-issue, impersonal, with no surprises or frills. Cream-colored walls, plain black furniture, red sheets. Yekaterina took one step into the room, surveying the space under the soft yellow light of the ceiling lamp. For the most part, it felt safe. But she could never be certain.

The man—Sam—remained behind her, leaning against the doorframe. She didn’t entirely trust him yet, and Yekaterina could tell he didn’t trust her, either. Not wanting her back to him for much longer, she took another step inside before turning to face him.

Sam didn’t seem like he knew what he was doing. He just stood there, looking at her and then back down the hall. As if he was waiting for someone else— Bucky, maybe. Or that woman, Yelena.

“You’re kinda freaking me out…” Sam murmured under his breath as Yekaterina continued to stare at him, not moving from her spot in front of the bed. She only blinked in response, tilting her head slightly once the man no longer made direct eye contact with her.

Why wasn’t he giving her a command?

Yekaterina made sure to keep her eyes on him— no one told her she couldn’t yet. He kept glancing at her but avoiding eye contact for the most part. Sam rubbed his neck, uncomfortable with the silence.

“Alright, so this is your room. You can sleep here, if that’s… something you do.”

Kat’s fingers twitched at her sides. There were no parameters or objectives in his words. The open-endedness made her skin crawl. Sleep. Here. If she wanted. It had to be a test, but there was no right answer that she could think of. She didn’t know what to do with herself and such a high level of autonomy. Her mind searched for the trap.

When she didn’t respond, Sam sighed and moved to leave. He pushed himself off the doorframe to make his way to his own room. A small creak of the floorboards made him freeze as Kat made a fast move closer to him as he went to retreat.

“Do not attack me,” he sternly warned, standing tall again to keep closer watch. His hand reached out to stop her in her tracks. The girl took a step back, hanging her head low to avoid eye contact. Yekaterina did not do as Sam wanted. Her eyes squeezed tightly closed as she flinched, expecting a punishing slap.

Sam took a deep, calming breath at the sight. He didn’t trust the kid, sure, but he’d never strike her. It was heartbreaking to think somebody would have for her honest misinterpretation.

Just when Sam thought he’d explode from the awkward tension, Bucky appeared down the hall. “Thank God, man,” Sam let out a sigh of relief. “I can’t babysit a weapon alone.”

“Not a weapon,” Bucky casually corrected the man, looking Yekaterina up and down as he entered the bedroom. His demeanor was even, with a heavy, confident weight to it. Straight to the point, just what Kat liked.

Yekaterina didn’t lift her head. No one told her she could.

“She’s not a danger right now,” Bucky added quietly, more to Sam than to her.

Sam shrugged, shifting his weight unconvinced. “She looked about ready to lunge.”

“She looked scared.”

Kat’s fingers twitched at Bucky’s words. It was a small betrayal of just how closely she was listening. Sometimes Sam forgot she could do that, considering how quiet she was all the time.

Bucky noticed her reaction. He turned his body slightly, angling away from the door— a deliberate gesture to show she wasn’t trapped.

Slowly, Yekaterina glanced up at Bucky. The man didn’t look directly at her, his eyes scanning the room instead. His gaze settled on the red sheets. “What an ugly color,” he said as an offhand remark.

A beat of silence stretched out. Sam blinked incredulously. “Seriously?”

“What?” Bucky shrugged, looking over at Sam. “If we’re gonna give her a room, we could at least not make it look like a holding cell at a brothel.”

The humor went over Kat’s head, her eyes darting between the bed and Bucky. She didn’t know what the phrase meant, but she knew what ‘cell’ meant.

Sam sighed, rubbing his face in exhaustion from the day. “What are we doing? We can’t just play house with her.”

Bucky ignored Sam’s exasperation, too busy untucking the blanket and fluffing the pillows for Kat to sleep on. She watched him cautiously, still unsure whether to trust him or not.

And why was he playing with the pillow?

“Alright, kid. Mask on or off for sleep?”

“You are not-” Bucky shut Sam up with a sharp look. He held his hands up in defeat, walking to his own room after rolling his eyes. There was no way he was sleeping with his door unlocked with a loaded, unstable weapon in the building.

Kat didn’t answer, only stared blankly at Bucky as she waited for him to decide for her. He studied her face—what he could see of it, at least—before pressing his fingers on the sensors of the mask.

“Let’s see how this thing works.” He murmured to himself.

The mask loosened with a hiss, falling into his hand. Faint red imprints of the mask marked up Yekaterina’s soft skin, almost like a ghost of the device. The backplate around her neck hung by her ears, Bucky noted—most likely how the thing kept in place. He removed that part next, Kat’s little ears rubbed raw from the friction. God only knew how long that piece had been on her. Bucky didn’t remember Valentina removing it during his ‘test run.’

Her mouth guard came off next. Since the mask forced her jaw tightly closed, it saved her from biting her tongue or grinding her teeth down into nubs. Kat’s hand raised to her lips once she was freed, rubbing at the raw skin. She kept her gaze on the floor, still expecting a hit.

That’s why he removed the mask, right? It had to be. Why else would he?

The air felt cool against her face, leaving her feeling too exposed. Her muscles and jaw ached and throbbed at their newfound freedom. She wasn’t sure if it was supposed to hurt so much, or if that was just a part of being real.

“Feel a little better?” Bucky asked, setting the mask and its pieces on the dresser.

Yekaterina stood straight, bringing her hands back to her side. She looked up at Bucky blankly, awaiting her next command.

Bucky sighed, averting his gaze from Kat. The aura around her felt off, like he was dealing with someone who wasn’t quite human. In reality, was she even considered a human? According to her papers, a quarter of her DNA was made up of the serum.

She also reminded him of all the dark parts of himself, forcing him to confront his past in the form of a lab-created kid. Every little twitch of the eye he recognized deep within him. The anticipation of being struck, awaiting a command to do something.

For a moment, he questioned whether or not he was in too deep. Her black eyes stared at him, but not quite at him. Kat scanned him for the slightest twitch that could come across as a command, her eyes completely ignoring his emotions and expressions.

But then, the smallest bit of humanity crossed her features. Her eyes focused on his for a moment, her head slightly tilting to the side, silently questioning why he was so silent and still.

He quickly broke their gaze, turning to head out of the bedroom. “Try to get some sleep.”

Kat’s eyes followed him out of the room until the door closed shut. Bucky debated on leaving it open a tad so the hallway light would filter in once she turned the overhead light off. He decided against it, knowing she wouldn’t really see it as a kind gesture— he didn’t want her to think she didn’t have privacy or trust.

Once alone, Kat looked around the dull bedroom. The silence was deafening as she was left with no task, no orders. She didn’t know what to do with herself. It was just her now, and the hum of the ceiling light and creaks of pipes in the walls.

She turned her head, scanning the walls for any cameras. There didn’t appear to be any, but she couldn’t be certain if anyone was watching her. Maybe Bucky and Sam were just better at hiding cameras than her other handlers.

Next, she had to check for any traps or weapons. She stalked around the generally empty room, looking under furniture and in drawers for anything that could hinder her mission. Everything, including the closet and underneath the bed, appeared clear. It was odd.

Her eyes fell back on her mask. It sat in pieces atop the dresser, internal lights blinking brightly. Yekaterina brushed her hand along the sharp lines, wanting the comfort the silence and pressure brought her. She felt too exposed. But Bucky didn’t tell her to put it on again. He took it off, probably to have her speak later on.

But then he left her alone.

He wasn’t a very good handler.

Standing in front of the door, Yekaterina debated whether or not to scan the rest of the building for any weapons she could use. Just in case. While her handlers seemed capable of keeping her safe, she wasn’t sure about that blonde girl, Yelena. She was brash and seemed like she wanted a fight. Maybe Yekaterina would need to find a pocketknife to keep on her in case she saw the woman again.

Once she was sure there was no noise outside the bedroom, she reached a twitching hand out to grasp the doorknob and slowly opened the door. She peeked her head out, looking for anything or anyone that lingered in the hall. It was safe.

Yekaterina was used to being placed in new areas. It felt like every day she was relocated so she knew where to look for any threats. As she explored the hallway leading to the kitchen, her mind began to race at the lack of weapons or traps or cameras.

Finally reaching the kitchen, Kat relaxed as she remembered kitchens always had knives. She tried to keep quiet as she opened up drawers and cabinets to find one, not wanting to alert anyone that she was trying to protect herself. Obviously, if her handler left her unarmed, he wanted her to be as such. But that was dumb—she needed a weapon to be useful.

One drawer struggled to open—locked. She pulled at it with increasing strength until she heard the clicking of a tongue against teeth behind her.

She spun around to face the figure standing in the dark, eyes frantically analyzing him for any threat. He stood just at the threshold of the room, dressed in a soft sweater and slacks, and held a near-empty mug in his hands. His expression was tamed and neutral, as if he were expecting Yekaterina to be there. Still on edge and ready for a fight, Kat did her best to keep her distance as he approached.

“You know,” he said, his accented voice filling the uncomfortable silence, “for a weapon with your reputation, I expected someone taller.”

Yekaterina stilled. Her pupils dilated slightly at his words and posture. He was too calm and relaxed, tapping a spoon gently on the rim of the ceramic mug. His tone wasn’t mocking—it was more a clinical curiosity.

“Or older,” he added after a pause. He took a slow sip of the warm tea, studying her over its rim. “But I suppose that’s the point, isn’t it?”

She didn’t respond. Frozen, back straight, feet braced. Eyes focused on the stranger. Awaiting the punishment for disobeying orders.

Zemo stepped toward the counter casually, unphased by the murderous machine next to him. He made sure not to crowd the girl, not wanting to further her fight or flight tendencies, as he masterfully undid the safety lock on the cabinet. Taking a small paring knife out, he inspected it before setting it on the counter.

As he walked past her toward the refrigerator, Yekaterina tensed up as he grew near. Her eyes tracked him dutifully, watching his mouth twitch in the smallest possible smirk. Zemo set his cup down on the counter as he opened the fridge door.

“You’ve been taught to survive. Not to live. That’s a dangerous imbalance.” He reached into the fridge and took out a small water bottle. “They took your voice, your autonomy, your choices. You can recover them, though. One at a time.”

The water bottle was placed strategically next to the knife. Kat averted her eyes from Zemo’s gaze, staring down at the knife and water in front of her.

“Here’s a start: choose. Water, knife, or nothing.”

It felt unbearable, the illusion of freedom. Yekaterina never held the power of choice before— every little aspect of her life was perfectly curated and decided for her. There had to be a right answer, she thought, but she didn’t know which option the man preferred.

“There is no punishment,” Zemo said, studying her face for the smallest of cracks in her armor. “Only consequence. Some are softer than others.”

Yekaterina didn’t move at first, her eyes studying the objects laid out before her. Zemo’s presence didn’t feel like a threat exactly, but his calmness unnerved her more than shouting ever did. He didn’t mean to intimidate her— that’s what made him dangerous.

The two items were so ordinary, yet Zemo could base his trust in her on which option she chose. The neutral option of the water proved she could choose for herself. The safety and power the knife provided as she would stash it away. And the refusal to choose, to still be mentally trapped in between orders and commands.

Kat made a choice.

Her pale hand reached for the knife with startling speed, fingers curling around it as if it were a comfort blanket. Zemo did nothing, only sipped his tea as if he hadn’t noticed.

Grabbing the knife was what he expected her to do. So, when Yekaterina quickly drove the knife straight into the water bottle, he couldn’t help but cock an eyebrow in genuine surprise.

A sickening crack of plastic gave way to the sharp hiss of water bursting across the counter. The blade was wedged halfway through, cool water pouring over her hand and down the drawers, puddling on the floor. She stared at the scene as if it wronged her.

That wasn’t an option—she made her own way out. The silence that followed spoke louder than the act itself.

“…Interesting,” he remarked aloud, finally setting his tea aside. He stepped to the counter and slowly reached for the dish towel. “Destruction instead of consumption. A telling kind of choice.”

Kat didn’t speak or flinch at his words. Her chest rose and fell in steady time. She waited for her punishment or correction because she didn’t pick either of his options.

Zemo wiped the counter clean with practiced ease, leaving the now drained, impaled bottle, as it were, on the counter. “They’ve trained you well. You understand how to eliminate threats. But you don’t know how to accept the absence of them.”

She blinked.

“May I ask,” he said, finally meeting her eye for the first time, “was the water threatening? Or were you?”

Kat looked down at the knife still lodged in the bottle. Her hands shook with desperation to grab the small knife and use it to defend herself. She half expected Zemo himself to take it and use it against her— that’s what she would have done in his position.

Instead, he took a step back.

“You may keep it,” he said softly, almost gently. “But consider this: some things aren’t meant to be destroyed. Some things can just be allowed to… exist.”

And with that, Zemo headed down the hallway to his own chambers, leaving Kat alone with the knife. She gave it a careful glance before removing it from the plastic bottle. Holding it tightly in her hand, she headed back to her designated room.

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Bucky never really slept much, and last night had been exceptionally worse. Every little creak made him shoot up straight in bed, ears straining for signs of movement. It wasn’t exactly fear; it was more muscle memory. An instinct from spending too many years being exactly like Kat.

When the soft morning light crept through the blinds and onto the hardwood floor, Bucky forced himself out of bed. His shirt was rumpled from endless tossing and turning, and his hair was a mess. He rubbed a hand over his face, hoping Kat had gotten a few good hours of sleep, unlike him. God knows she needed it.

He walked quietly down the hall until he reached her door. It was moments like this when he was thankful the Watchtower was still a construction site mess, leaving the nine of them to be confined to a measly two floors. He was closer to Kat, and she didn’t have to worry about too much unknown space.

The door was still shut; Bucky noted it as a good sign. He gave a gentle courtesy knock before opening the door.

The bed was empty.

His chest tightened instantly. Day one, and he already lost sight of the kid. The blanket was still loosely draped over the bed, wrinkled but undisturbed. It was obvious no one had tried to use it. The pillow was untouched as well. Bucky stepped into the room fast, scanning for signs like broken windows, footprints, anything. Nothing looked forced or moved, just empty.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

She was gone. The lab-grown kid they were supposed to be protecting, the ticking time bomb, the one Valentina had warned him not to let out of his sight. Heat rose up the back of his neck as panic settled into his chest. It was the first night, goddamn it, and he already lost her.

He started to back out of the room, ready to alert Sam and maybe check the perimeter. A small flicker of movement in the corner caught his eye just as he was about to leave. Bucky turned, expecting something to have just fallen. But there she was, wedged in the corner between the dresser and the wall. Yekaterina’s knees drew up to her chest, boots pressed flat to the floor. Her eyes locked onto him, wide and unblinking.

The mask was back on her face.

Bucky ran a hand down his face as his heart slowed its racing. “Jesus Christ, kid.”

She didn’t react. Her posture was still and watchful, like she was waiting for him to explode. She kept the knife grasped in her hand and out of sight, hiding it in her shirt sleeve. Bucky noticed the knife—he’s hidden them the same way before—but decided against saying anything. It acted as a security blanket for her, not as a symbol of aggression.

He took a slow breath, lowering his voice. “You scared the hell out of me.”

Nothing. Kat just kept staring at him with no thoughts.

“Why the floor?” he asked gently, inching closer. “Was the bed not good? Sheets too ugly?”

Kat glanced over at the mattress, then back at him, still no emotion on her face. No change in her posture either.

“Too soft?” he tried again. Still nothing.

Slowly, he crouched down to be level with her, just far enough away to give her space. But close enough for her to hear the steady calm in his voice.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” he said, his voice much softer. “That bed’s yours. No one’s gonna take it from you.”

Studying his face closely, Kat searched for the trap. Kindness always was a lead-up to cruelty. Her fingers flexed beneath her sleeve, fiddling with the handle of the paring knife. Bucky knew she wasn’t aiming to threaten—she just didn’t know what to do with her hands if they weren’t actively brandishing a weapon.

Not even bothering to ask permission, Bucky reached under Kat’s chin and unlocked the mask. The brief panic in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed as he disassembled the device—Bucky just chose not to dwell on it and make her more uncomfortable.

He exhaled slowly as he rose to his feet, not wanting to startle the kid. A hand reached out for her to take, which she did after a small nod of affirmation from Bucky. Once she got on her feet, he fully expected her to drop his hand. Instead, she held onto it even after she was properly standing.

It caught Bucky off guard, not because he didn’t want her to trust him (hell, that was the whole point of this), but because he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. He expected weeks of silence and resistance, Kat sleeping with one eye open and never turning her back to him. Perhaps all of that was still to come. But in this quiet, tentative moment, Kat held onto his hand as if it were the only solid thing in the room.

Her hand was small and calloused, with fingers curled around Bucky’s like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to touch him like that. Her grip wasn’t exactly tight, but it was a steady constant.

“You hungry?” Bucky asked gently.

Kat didn’t answer, just glanced toward the door and gave a small shrug. That’s something he could work with.

“All right. Let’s get some food in you, then.” Bucky stepped aside to give Kat the lead. But she still didn’t let go of his hand, standing there looking at him like she needed permission again.

“You can come with me,” he assured, nodding toward the hallway. “Sam should be awake by now. He’ll probably talk too much, but he means well.”

Kat didn’t smile, didn’t react, but moved when Bucky made the first step toward the door. She still held his hand while on high alert, staring at his feet out of the corner of her eye in order to properly match his stride.

Bucky walked slowly, not wanting to rush Kat too much. Her boots were silent on the floor—a skill that had been trained into her. Everything about the way she moved screamed "asset," not "child." But the way she kept her hand in his said girl, even if she didn’t know yet.

Sounds of everyday life flooded the hallway: the clatter of silverware, the soft murmur of the TV left on—normal, familiar sounds. But not to Yekaterina, who froze as if it were gunfire.

Sensing her hesitation, Bucky gently rubbed her hand with his thumb to soothe her anxiety. “It’s just breakfast.” He offered a small smile. “You’re safe here. No orders. No missions.”

Kat blinked slowly, her eyes focused down the hall. Then, she gave the faintest, almost unnoticeable squeeze to his hand. She was trying to anchor herself, trying to behave and do as Bucky wanted, even when it unsettled her.

Softness and normalcy still felt foreign and scary; Bucky knew that, but he would always be there to ease Kat into it. Her grip loosened in his hand with uncertainty, ready to release him and bolt at the first wrong move.

Bucky gave her hand another light squeeze, half in reassurance and half as a test. Kat didn’t pull away. So, he started forward again at a slow pace, not wanting to startle her if he moved too fast. Her steps followed after his own.

They rounded the corner into the kitchen. Morning light shone in from the large windows, casting light onto the scuffed table and half-stocked cabinets. Sam stood at the stove, flipping what smelled like eggs while bread sat untoasted in the toaster next to him. He looked up at the sound of Bucky’s footsteps and froze for a second, brow creasing briefly as he took in the sight of Yekaterina just behind him, still holding his hand.

Sam held back any snarky comments, only offering a small, tired nod.

“Morning,” he greeted Bucky before looking over at Kat. “You sleep good?”

Kat didn’t answer, as expected. She lingered behind Bucky, half-concealed by his shoulder, eyes darting from the stove to the windows to the utensil drawer. Assessing, tracking.

Sam noticed a small glimmer of metal from under her shirt sleeve.

“She didn’t sleep,” Bucky said quietly. “Corner of the room. On alert all night.”

Sam’s mouth tightened at the corners as he nodded solemnly. “Yeah. Figured as much.”

He moved with careful and deliberate slowness as he plated some scrambled eggs, setting them at the table alongside a clean fork and a small cup of water. A peace offering.

“This is for you,” Sam said to Kat as he backed away from the table. “If you want it. No one’s gonna touch it but you.”

As he turned around, he spoke to no one in particular, but Bucky knew it was directed at him. “She has a knife, you know.”

Bucky didn’t so much as glance at Kat. “I know,” he said, finally letting go of Kat’s hand as he sat down at the table. He kicked the chair next to him out slightly, silently gesturing for Kat to sit.

She did as he asked, sliding into the chair without a sound. She didn’t look at the food, instead eyeing the room as she remapped every detail from this new angle. One hand remained under the table, fingers still curled around the small knife hidden in her sleeve. Her other hand hovered on the edge of the table, unsure whether she was allowed to rest it there.

Bucky didn’t pressure her, only taking his own plate and starting to eat with a deliberate calmness. The kind of rhythm to model safety— fork, bite, chew. No sharpness, no abruptness in his body language.

Sam watched quietly from the counter as he sipped his coffee. Every so often, his gaze flickered to the girl, watching her as she looked like an alien at their kitchen table.

After a while, Kat picked up the fork, gripping it awkwardly at the wrong angle. She didn’t use it quite yet, only grasped it in her free hand.

“You’re really trying to give something that’s never eaten real food before a breakfast plate?” A new voice came into the room, sassing the two men at their feeble attempt to treat Yekaterina like a human. Ava walked calmly toward the toaster, pushing the bread down to make her own breakfast.

Looking between Ava and Kat, Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion. “She’s a human. She needs to eat.”

“That,” Ava pointed at Kat, who watched her with a blank stare, “is not a human. A third of its DNA is, quite literally, Super Soldier Serum. It doesn’t need sleep or food or air. It’s not human.”

“And how do you know that?” Bucky’s grip on his fork tightened as his blood boiled over. His anger wasn’t directed at Ava and her astute observations; it was because she was right.

The toast popped up, only slightly toasted as per Ava’s preference. “If you bothered to have read anything Val sent last night about her, you’d know she never ate real food before. IV drips and calorie supplements are all she knows.” She took a bite of toast with a shrug. “But it’s cute that you’re trying.”

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starsurfacemortalkombat · 1 month ago

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WARNING: Hints to Sonya's death and how John's handling it, remembrance of loosing someone. Also small use of curse words.

"Somewhere to Run, Somewhere to Hide", CG Older Johnny w/ Regressor Younger Johnny Pt 2/2 (Fic)

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"So no ones seen Johnny for the past twenty minutes?"

The guilty looks John received only made him more irritated. Great! Great, he was having a fantastic day! Timelines merging, his wife, having to control his younger self, what couldn't be better than this!?

Sarcasim was so, so implied.

"Some officers said he was heading towards the South restrooms," Cassie frowned.

"No ones in the restrooms for that long unless they're doing something, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't have my hair product," Johnny noted, receiving a nod form Cassie.

"Right! . . . Think he fell in?" Cassie asked, trying to make light of the situation.

"Cass . . ." Johnny patted his daughter's shoulder. She had noticed her Dad's stressed levels, and even he could use a good joke right now. "Very funny, but even I'll admit his head's too big for that."

The small snicker between them was short lived.

"I'm sure he's making someone feel real appreciated right now," a Younger Sonya rolled her eyes, noticing the wince John made. "I- . . . Sorry, didn't mean to mean that towards you."

"No, your fine, that's what I'm worried about actually," John sighed.

Younger Jax spoke up, "We could send out a search parry? Nothing big, but to make sure the timeline doesn't merge anymore than it has."

Jacqui nodded, "It does not need anymore merging."

"Cassie inform me if Lord Raiden or the others come by, I'm going to go check the bathrooms," Johnny nodded. "Jax, Sonya, stick with Jacqui, check the South side first, and spread out from there."

Cassie pouted, wanting in on the action, but otherwise, everyone agreed.

John wasn't actually expecting to see Johnny in the restroom. He was actually concerned he was hitting on some poor woman. maybe he was in the cafeteria? Or just roaming the halls? Wishful thinking, but still, John hoped.

He wasn't expecting to hear . . . crying coming from the restroom.

No one was near the area, mostly venturing around the main part of the base. The crying sound . . . a little heartbreaking, if John was going to be honest. Then again, he never did like seeing people cry.

But as he stepped inside, the crying quieted, or at least tried to. As if the person put a hand over their mouth.

John shot his shot, "Johnny? You in here?"

"No!" was the only reply John needed.

He quickly texted Jacqui, telling her to call off the 'search'.

"Hey Superstar, why won't you come on out?" John asked, walking over. "You don't sound like your doing too hot in there."

"Go away!" Johnny shouted, kicking the door. "Ow!"

"There's no reason to throw a tantrum, kid-"

"No! Not a kid! 'M big, very big!" Johnny started to fuss. "And 'm doing fine!"

". . . Your crying-"

"Nuh-uh! Only babies cry! . . . 'M not a baby," Johnny grumbled, sitting on the ground. He sniffed, rubbing his eyes. "Hate it here. Wanna- Wanna go home."

John sat on the ground, leaning against the stall. There was silence as Johnny tried to stop his crying. Which he wasn't doing! Because he was a big boy, and big boys didn't cry for silly reasons!

John wished he had realized Johnny was slipping earlier.

He himself didn't slip often. He use to, especially about the age Johnny was. But as he grew older, it died down a bit, especially when the war started, and Cassie was born. He didn't grow out of it, just found different coping mechanisms. That didn't mean he stopped. Sonya . . . used to watch him.

. . . He missed her.

It was nice, regressing with her. She was confused about it at first, and didn't fully understand, but she was accepting. And she became a very good Mama, after some error. Even when they split, she wasn't cruel to little John.

John hadn't slipped alone in quite some time. He didn't know if he could regress without his Mama. Or if he would involunteirly regress.

. . . Johnny regressed alone.

John remembered how scary it was, regressing alone. Especially coming home after a long day, involunteirly regressing, struggling to make dinner, most times just having to have snacks until he was big.

"Big kids cry too," John said, breaking the silence. "Not just babies."

Johnny stayed silent.

"Especially in big scary situations like these," John continued. "I mean, if I was stuck in another timeline, I think I'd start feeling a little fuzzy too. . . . There's nothing wrong with needing some baby time."

John heard Johnny huff in response.

"I just wished you came to me earlier, we'd be able to get you somewhere more comfortable. Much more comfortable than a bathroom stall."

Johnny giggled a bit, before his giggles turned into a hiccup, and a hiccup turned into tears.

"'M sorry-"

"Shhh, your alright," John gently shushed him. "I'd be afraid too. It's a very big situation, isn't it?"

Johnny nodded, "Mhm. Wanted to have me space."

"Well, you'll definitely get some privacy in here," John chuckled, earning a small huff-laugh from Johnny. "You wanna come out now?"

". . . No."

"Alright," John nodded. He wasn't going to push Johnny to come out just yet. "You have any games you wanna play?"

Johnny sniffed, "My phone died. Can't play my games no more!"

John would have laughed at Johnny's whiney tone, but this was clearly important to little Johnny.

John pulled out his own phone. Heck, did he have those games still? After all this time? He still liked his regression games. Although he mostly moved to a tablet. Phone little games were more of a on spot moment . . And he usually stole Sonya's phone.

. . . No way.

"This game okay?" John asked, setting his phone on the ground.

Johnny gasped, snatching the phone. It was a happy gasp.

John smiled when Johnny began giggling, sitting there peacefully. He did always enjoy watching littles. He usually babysat some regressors at the base.

They sat there for some time. Johnny babbling about the game, the mechanics, or how he wanted to buy this for this character. John agreed with all his decisions. Luckily they weren't 'bad' decisions, so John's process wouldn't get messed up.

Eventually John heard the game quiet, and the stall lock click.

Johnny peaked out, looking sheepish. It was a different look on him.

". . . Hi," he whispered, looking at the ground.

"Hi," John smiled. "Let's get you washed up, alright, buddy?"

John helped Johnny splash some water on his face. His eyes were still a bit puffy, and a little red, but otherwise his face was fine.

John fixed Johnny's jacket, "How about we head to my room? Better regression area, you know?"

"You have a room?" Johnny looked confused.

"Mhm, it was, uh, Sonya and I's when we were on base," John explained. "It's a pretty good area."

"Oh! . . . Does it have tv?"

"You wanna watch some cartoons?" John teased, nudging Johnny.

"No!" Johnny whined. "Well, maybe . . . Yeah."

John nodded, "We can watch some toons."

Johnny smiled happily. Then slightly frowned, hesitating, ". . . And cuddles?"

John looked amused, "And cuddles- Woah!"

"Come on!" Johnny began to drag John excidenly. "Come on! Come on!"

John laughed, letting himself be dragged. Cartoons and cuddles? A better time to spend is evening. Much better.

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Pt 1

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strawberry8shortcake · 5 months ago

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🐰An Agere Masterlist🐇

Hey, hey! I'm a part of a lot of fandoms and I like to write! I also age regress occasionally and thought it'd be really nice to write some completely sfw agere fanfics!

Here's my masterlist of all of the fandoms/characters I'll be writing for. There's links to their character sheets where it'll show my works and works in progress.

(I've been stuck and unable to get motivated, but once I do; I have several fics started in my drafts to work on!)

My requests are open! ❣

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American Horror Story

This is a pretty intense show, but I thought it'd be nice to write for the littles who have watched this show and need some agere content from it! (John from Hotel is also a huge comfort character for me 😟 I don't really know why)

Kit Walker

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

The Countess

James Patrick March

John Lowe

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Attack On Titan

I'm gonna be honest; I haven't finished it. But I want to! Even though I know the ending. But I've also been wanting to write for them... So please forgive me if they seem a little out of character, it'll get better I promise! I'll also probably be rewatching and getting caught up on it while writing these, lol. Ill update y'all!

Armin Arlert

Connie Springer

Eren Jaeger

Hange Zoë

Jean Kirstein

Levi Ackerman

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Criminal Minds

(Another intense show but the characters are so good I couldn't pass it up!) I had a really bad hyper fixation in 2020, but I got out of it before I could finish any of the fics I had planned for them, so I deleted most of them like 2 years ago 😭

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

Spencer Reid

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Influencers

I'm gonna be honest, this whole category is just for Aidan Gallagher 😭 I didn't know where to put him neatly, but I reallyyy wanted to write for him... So he gets his own box until I have other people to put in here as well 😹

Aidan Gallagher

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Jujutsu Kaisen

So I haven't watched the second season 🙈 I was really liking it! But in all honesty- I got spoiled on pretty much everything and I just could not continue on, knowing what I found out... 😕

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

Nanami Kento

Nobara Kugisaki

Yuji Itadori

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Ouran High School Host Club

This is my all-time comfort anime! It's problematic but so so good. 😖

Haruhi Fujioka

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kaoru Hitachiin

Kyoya Ootori

Takashi Morinozuka

Tamaki Suoh

Mitskuni Haninozuka

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Spy X Family

I love this show; I haven't finished it yet- but that's only because I'm waiting for the second season to be dubbed on Hulu!

Anya Forger

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

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The Sturniolo Triplets

I'm hyper fixating on Matt (and Five from TUA) at the moment, so I'm really sorry if I'm slow at writing for literally anyone else 😭🙈

Chris Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo

Nick Sturniolo

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The Umbrella Academy

I absolutely love this show, I'm happy to talk about it with whoever wants to! 🤗❤ Five especially is such a comfort character for me, especially while regressed!

Allison Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Lila Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Sloane Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

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The Walking Dead

This is probably my favorite show ever; I've been watching it since the very start (since I was 6 🙀). Pleaseee talk with me about it in my asks or messages!

Beth Greene

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Michonne

Negan Smith

Rick Grimes

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And that's it!

(For now, at least)

I would like to restate what I said at the top of this post; I really do want to write. I love thinking of ideas, planning it out, and writing it!

But I'm a very indecisive person as well as a perfectionist, and so honestly, I'm just very slow at it. 😅

I promise I'll try to post as often as I can though!

I love y'all! Talk to you soon. 🩷

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eflen-n-reegee · 1 year ago

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Age Regressor Honest John and Kitten Regressor Gideon (Pinocchio)

Suggest by @wolfy-star1401

When they’re regressed, Honest John acts as Gideon’s “owner”. He’s not always the gentlest kid, but Giddy is a very forgiving kitten.

John LOVES to play pretend and is constantly making up new games. It can be hard to keep up with him - one minute he’s a professional tailor, the next he’s an author.

(He can’t read even when he’s not regressed, but he holds books open and makes up stories. Gideon loves them.)

Gideon can be a very destructive kitten. He loves knocking things over or ripping things up. John often puts him in time out, but the punishment never lasts long.

Gideon is non-verbal even when he’s an adult, but when he’s regressed it’s even harder to understand him because he becomes much less expressive. John can always understand him, though. (Or at least that’s what he claims.)

John is fascinated by high society and everything fancy. His favorite games involve being a lord or duke or other type of aristocrat, and hosting extravagant parties.

Gideon often ruins these parties by “hunting” John - stalking him for a time and then pouncing on him.

The pair frequently wrestle, and sometimes they get rougher than they should. It’s not unusual for one or both to end up bruised.

They always make up eventually, though it’s almost always Gideon who apologizes first. He doodles a messy scribble and presents it to John, and John in turn raves about the raw artistic talent on display.

When they nap John always ends up cuddling Gideon. He’s not usually a big hugger, but once he’s asleep he’s the snuggliest fox around.

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rocketsnraccoons · 13 days ago

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▄︻デ══━一💥 ❛❛ LISTEN UP , MAGGOTS ! ❞

So, you want a place where you can safely discuss age and pet regression and dreaming, therianthropy, alterhumanity, and kintypes? Well, luckily for you, you've come to such a place–Run by me!

Before we start, we have to set down the rules so if you aren't one to listen to rules, you'll be put on cleaning duty until you learn to listen!

📌 ⟢ ❛❛ RULE ONE ; NO HARASSMENT ❞

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 「 If you're here to harass people for their coping mechanisms and being honest about their true form and what they identify as, you'll be getting your communication privileges revoked until you learn to be a decent being! 」

📌 ⟢ ❛❛ RULE TWO ; NO DRAMA – UNLESS NECESSARY ❞

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 「 This is a safe, no drama or distress zone for those who age and pet regress and dream alongside those who identify as something other than human, a character, etc–Therefore there will be no drama! The only exception to this rule is if the drama needs to be brought up, such as if someone in the community is a predator, disturbing imagery/content is being sent to those in the community, etc. If you do send such a warning, start it with a trigger warning and list any upsetting content! 」

📌 ⟢ ❛❛ RULE THREE ; NO JUDGEMENT UNLESS DESERVED ❞

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 「 This is a judgement free zone–But, I know there are certain people on this website that are simply disgusting and condone vile things and therefore, if any of those afformentioned people attempt to bring any of their horrible opinions and ideas here, I give full permission to judge and shame them! If not, shaming and judgement is not allowed! 」

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ❛❛ WHO AM I ? ❞

My name is General Doe but you maggots can call me Jane Doe, John Doe, Soldier, or just General! I prefer Soldier, John, and General, if you wanted to know.

I'd described myself as “man+” and I use he/him but I don't care if you use it/it's, military pronouns, animal pronouns, and plant pronouns for me...

Anyways, I'm currently 47 years old and have spent the last, um..30 years of my life dedicated to this wonderful country!

Although this is my blog, some of my teammates may pop in from time to time, especially if you have any questions for them!

. ݁ ˗ˏˋ 🚀 ˎˊ˗ ࣪ ˖ ❛❛ YOU DISGUST ME ! ❞

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 「 If you're one of those idiots who call themselves “radqueer”, “transid”, “proship/darkship/comship/anti-anti”, “xeno-satanist”, and any other names you idiots go by, do NOT interact with me or my soldiers! 」

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 「 If you also hate queer people of any kind, think trans men cannot suffer from hatred based off of their status as trans men, hate on non-harmful religions, disrespect the disabled, and think some blobs life is more important than the life of an entire person, or think that plurality cannot exist without trauma/cannot be created, you can be dishonorably discharged with the rest! 」

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ❛❛ WHO AM I ? ❞ [ MUN ]

This blog is run by Kyousei or The Skulk System. We use he/him, plural they/them, and sea, night, and deep dark neopronouns and identify as a fluctuating cistrans boy, boything, caninething, and achillean/androsexual, gay, and polyamorous. We also collectively identify as a puppy, warden, and humanoid mimic on fluctuating levels but most of the time it's all leaning mostly warden-canine hybrid.

Our most active blog is @infwctednyacifier which contains information about us and our other blogs. This blog is mostly run by a member of our pluamhost which is named Atlas, Zachary/Pyro.

Zachary/Pyro is a Pyro fictive and this blog is a way to allow for what is essentially a mind in his multimind hive run his own blog. This mind is a Soldier mind and wanted to have his own blog and interact with others. Zachary/Pyro, Soldier, and Kyousei are all open to any questions.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🏷️ ／ ⋆ ۪ ❛❛ TAGS ! ❞

.ೃ࿔ 🚀 *:･ rocket jumping

⪩ ⪨ just soldier talking.

˚.🦝༘⋆ raccoons chittering

⪩ ⪨ any post about raccoons, whether that be reblogs, sending in videos/images, discussions of raccoons, etc.

˙ . ꒷ 🎉 . 𖦹˙— a surprise guest

⪩ ⪨ any post that features a “surprise guest”; any other member of RED team.

‧₊˚🖍️✩ ₊˚🧃⊹♡ oh back when i was younger

⪩ ⪨ age regression tag.

‧₊˚🐾✩ ₊˚🍃⊹♡ all i wanna be is everything

⪩ ⪨ pet regression tag.

༄˖°.🧃.ೃ࿔*:･ wish we could turn back time to the good ol days

⪩ ⪨ age dreaming tag.

༄˖°.🐾.ೃ࿔*:･ memories of running through the wind

⪩ ⪨ pet dreaming tag.

°📢👁️‍🗨️⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ the shriekers calls

⪩ ⪨ a mun tag of sorts.

Credits; Banner & PFP

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wolfy-star1401 · 9 months ago

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Day 4 : a character you hc as a sitter /sibby

"Honest" John & Gideon {sibbies} :

John is still very cheeky & would take you along to cause mischief

You & Gideon would play together, for example you move a plushie right to left & giddy would try catch it

When you’re regressed very young, "Honest" John would be left in charge

Gideon would rest next to you when you’re napping

Drake {sitter} :

Your cg would be worried at first about leaving you in his care, but they would be surprised about how well he looks after you

{like Ratigan} he would allow you to play with his cape

Would let you pat his pet vultures {with supervision, of course}

Brags about his skills with you. He likes how amazed you look at him

In "Honest" John & Gideon’s case : I think they would make very mischievous but very loving siblings

In Drake‘s case : I thought it would fit him & it would make an surprising twist in his personality

@sw124 @i-ate-your-children @i-love-the-little-things @h3ll0everybby1 @babyspace-sfw @beautifulcrownmusic @nottapossum @littleconscience

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definitearticle · 4 years ago

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Dear Baby Boomers...

"When you're accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression."

Older friends, come in! Sit down! I'm so glad you came.

Can I get you a water?

So listen. As your friendly neighborhood geriatric millennial, I need you to understand something. It's important, and it's going to hurt. But pain can be a sign of growth, and I want you to hear this from a friend. So know that this comes from a place of love.

So nu. I'm gonna ease into this by making sure we're on the same page with some ideas.

You know Bob Dylan's song, "The Times They Are A-Changin'," yeah? It might not have been THE anthem of your youth, but it's certainly one that's held up over time. It speaks to the ever-continuing cycle of change and the need for members of the previous generation (and those in power generally) to "get out of the [way] if you can't lend a hand."

Thing is, younger generations have been asking older generations to listen, to understand, and to help the culture progress since time immemorial. And older generations have traditionally pushed back. So your generation's experience of pushing your parents' generation into begrudging acceptance of civil rights, feminism, et al, isn't new.

But y'all came up with some great turns of phrase to express it. One of my favorites, technically coined by Jack Weinberg (5 years too old to be a Baby Boomer) was "Don't trust anyone over 30." It was an offhand phrase said in anger when Weinberg felt that the reporter interviewing him wasn't actually listening, but was instead looking for ulterior motives so that he could dismiss the message of his protest.

But the phrase stuck, and it was used not only as a rallying cry, but also as a talking point by older folks who wanted to dismiss the New Left as a bunch of whiny brats, rather than people we now know were on the right side of history regarding the war, police brutality, and so on.

So with that in mind, in the words of The Who, let's talk about MY generation, and the even younger generation just starting to come into their own.

You know how a few years ago, there were a whole lot of women in the #MeToo movement who were talking about their experiences with men and how they constantly feared sexual assault? And then you had a whole bunch of idiots coming on saying "Not all men!" because they weren't used to their demographic being the target of negative criticism? Yeah, they were idiots, and you knew it. Of course "not all men." But the MeToo movement wasn't about hating men. It was about hearing women and understanding their fears.

And by and large, you understood that. You were pretty solid on it. Good for you! No, seriously, I'm really proud of you for continuing the fight for feminism that you were on the front lines of back in your more enthusiastic years.

And you know how #BlackLivesMatter has been a thing for several years now, and how it's really a continuation of the Civil Rights movement that you grew up in? But of course, idiots tried to reframe the narrative by saying "All lives matter!" And you knew that that was just a smokescreen. Of course all lives matter, but once again black lives were being treated as if they don't matter. And the reason you recognized this was because was all familiar to you. It was the same scene you remember playing out on your 12" black-and-white screens decades ago, where protests erupted against an injustice (frequently assault or murder of an unarmed black man) and the resulting police violence shook the conscience of the country.

So you stood with BLM, or at the very least listened and acknowledged when it was explained to you. We appreciate it, truly. We do.

But here's the thing. You're not the only ones we were talking to. And a whole lot of the "all lives matter!" and "not all men!" crowd? They were from your generation. Now, not all of them, certainly. We definitely have our regressive stooges in Gen X and Millenial age groups. But let's be honest, a strong majority of the people raising a ruckus against "these kids today, with their PC woke brigade cancel culture" are members of the Baby Boom generation. And those who aren't? Well...they have the same kind of regressive attitude that comes from being the third generation out.

You know...like your parents and grandparents were when Dylan wrote his song. When your social circle embraced "Don't trust anyone over 30."

There's a frustration that comes from trying to explain something important to people who appear to not wish to listen to you, but are instead spending their time looking for reasons to discredit you, or make you feel inferior, or find any excuse to belittle you and the incredibly important message you're trying to express. When you get to that breaking point, you need a way to ripcord out of the conversation in a way that expresses not only that you're through pretending to maintain civil discourse, but also that you recognize that there was no intent for honest dialogue in the first place. You need a shorthand phrase for "You're a dishonest, condescending jerk who couldn't care less about doing the right thing or about the lives of anyone other than yourself. I am through wasting my time casting pearls before swine. Good day, sir! I SAID GOOD DAY!"

Weinberg felt it in his interview.

You've undoubtedly felt it yourself, countless times.

My generation feels it constantly. And we've come up with a pretty good phrase that encapsulates our frustration with those in power who've apparently forgotten the lessons of the past and are happy to sit in apathy in the middle of the road and never lend a hand.

And that phrase is "Okay, Boomer."

Oof. Yeah.

I know.

It stings. A lot.

And I can hear you screaming at me right now. "How dare you judge us based on our age! This is ageism, pure and simple! It's hate! Not all old people! All ages matter!"

Shhh, shhh, it's okay. You're in a safe space. We're friends. No one is judging you.

See, just like MeToo wasn't denigrating all men, and BLM wasn't saying that non-black lives didn't matter, the use of "Boomer" here is not about age. It's about the same progressive vs regressive divide you experienced when you were young, that was largely drawn along generational lines.

Not all Baby Boomers are "Okay, Boomers," and not all "Okay, Boomers" are Baby Boomers.

If you're with us on the issues, if you're supportive of people's self-identity and fight for equality, then it doesn't matter what age you are. You're gold.

But if you get told "Okay, Boomer," it's not about your age either. You've just been told that your approach to the conversation indicates to the speaker that you don't want to engage on the issues in an open and honest manner.

It means that you've probably hit a blind spot in your experience which is incredibly common and nothing to be ashamed of, but is also something that needs to be addressed.

It means you've upset the person talking to you, and they've given up trying to be reasonable with you.

It's not hate speech. It's not ageism.

It's a wake-up call. For the times, they are a-changin'.

Weinberg aged out of the demographic he framed in his statement 5 years after he made it. But from what I can find online, he continues to this day to fight the good fight. He was an anti-war activist and a union organizer before becoming a champion of environmental issues. He turned 81 earlier this year. A statistical tally in the Silent Generation, he was nonetheless clearly a member of a young Baby Boomer movement in their prime.

You can stick with us. Join your voice to ours like Weinberg joined his voice to your generation's. Like Martin Luther King (born 1929) did. Like Abbie Hoffman (1936), John Lewis (1940), Gloria Steinem (1934), Bertrand Russel (1872)...

There's plenty of room on the right side of history to be an older person that the young'uns can trust, a mentor we can talk to, someone who will actually *listen* to us and help us move the culture forward.

Or you can be someone who embodies the cause of the admonishment "Never trust anyone over 30."

But if you decide to do that, if you choose to close your ears to the pleas of the younger generation because they don't show you deference and respect? Then you're not a Baby Boomer, a phrase once used to dismiss your generation as youthful, idealistic, and unreasonable.

Then you're just an "Okay, Boomer."

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holylulusworld · 4 years ago

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13 k Followers Celebration

So, this happend over the weekend...

I’d like to thank every single follower, especially the ones sticking around on a regular base, for reading my stuff.

I still can’t believe so many people follow little me on this platform. <3

I thought about a different kind of bingo for this celebration. (Let’s be honest, I’m obessed with Bingo cards lately...)

Guidelines:

The bingo card has 16 squares.

Every square stands for a specific number which I will not reveal.

I will name every square and you can choose a square by sending me an ask, naming the square you choose. (e.g. the first square is ‘Dean’ and it stands for #6. Or the third square is named ‘Steve Rogers’ and it stands for #13.)

Only I know the numbers and I will reveal the bingo card including the numbers after every square got crossed out/chosen by one of you.

The one choosing the square # 13 will get a personalized request fill. (one-shot)

The others will get a short drabble including the word on their square. (max. 300 words) Please name the fandom and a character in your ask too.

I will announce the winner when all fields got chosen. Then the person can send me an ask for their request.

Rules:

I will write for the following fandoms: Supernatural, Marvel, TWD, Walker

RPF: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Chris Evans, Henry Cavill

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Thor Odinson, Loki, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Negan, Cordell Walker

I will not write: non-con, Incest, Wincest, Destiel, underaged smut (e.g. Peter Parker is underaged), toilett stuff, fisting, age regression, hardcore BDSM

Be fast. Get lucky. Chose wisely.

#13k that's insane #13000 followers #13 k Followers Celebration #Lucky 13 Bingo #supernatural #marvel

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ins0mnia-an0nym0us-au · 5 years ago

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let’s talk about TUA fandom

y’all are hypocritical - let’s just get it out there.

before you start typing out some angry comments or coming in my ask-box lemme explain my reasoning here.

LUTHER HARGREEVES

Luther is one of the most hated characters in this fandom for some unknown reason to me. He is just another victim in all of this and as much as all of you want to blame everything on his actions, he simply acted in what he thought were the best interests of everyone. Luther showed his trauma in the same way the rest did.

In my opinion, Luther is one of the most underrated characters in The Umbrella Academy because all of you are too busy with your thirsting after Diego or uWu-ing over Klaus to notice him.

So here is Luther’s trauma broken down for all of you.

Luther was doomed from the moment he was chosen to be Number One, it’s that simple. From the very moment Reginald chose him, he had no chance, because he had the expectation of being the best put on his shoulders by a man who was never going to see any of them as anything less than worthless.

But Luther was determined to live up to his name, to be what his father wanted him to be – to be Number One.

Because for Luther he was sure everything that Reginald was doing was out of love. But I think Luther deep down knew that their father didn’t love them, but he needed to believe it was out of love, he couldn’t stand the thought of it being anything but love, because if it wasn’t love then it wasn’t worth it. He needed it to be worth it.

We got a glimpse of that in season one when he found all the packages he sent to Reginald. He never had any friends, he never left the house, he gave up his entire life for his father and the mission he believed in. Because he needed to believe it was worth it and when he found out it wasn’t – well, he had thrown his entire life away for what? It wasn’t because their father loved them or believed in them. So what was it?

Just to prove to all of you that Luther is more like his siblings than you all want to admit, here are some comparisons -

LUTHER: needed the moon to have a reason behind it, so much so that his obsession put others in danger. He also couldn’t face it when it turned out his mission was for nothing - so he regressed to his old behavior of thinking his father was right.

DIEGO: needed to be the hero, even though I’m almost positive Diego isn’t a complete idiot and knows that dramatically changing history would be bad - aka saving JFK could make the timeline explode, he needed to save him. So much so he was willing to put all of his siblings in jeopardy.

LUTHER: was told from the beginning he was the leader and that being Number One meant that he had to be the best. Because of this he had an inflated sense of importance. It just meant he had a higher distance to fall when he finally realized that it all meant nothing. He also doesn’t take their opinions or plans seriously because he’s Number One and his plans are superior.

FIVE: is a cocky little shit, who is insistent he is the smartest person around and he might be. But he views everyone around him as lesser, that includes his siblings. He has spent his entire time in the apocalypse trying to get back to save his siblings but still treats them like garbage. He also never lets his siblings in on anything that’s happening, he never sits them down and explains anything, and when they try to contribute with a plan or a theory he looks at them like they are stupid.

LUTHER: was sent to the moon, alone, with no one to talk to. Before that he had no friends his age, his only companions were Grace, his father, and Pogo. He’s been alone for a long time.

VANYA: has been alone for a lot longer than Luther - but trauma is not a competition and they both have dealt with it differently. I just wanted to point out these two similarities between the two characters.

LUTHER: is desperate for love and affection from his father. Everything he has done has been to get Reginalds approval and love but none of it has ever worked. He got small glimpses of things, like his dad’s favorite spot under a tree, so maybe he got a bit closer than the others but it was not real love.

ALLISON: is desperate for love and affection in general - hence her stardom. She needs attention, she feeds on it. It isn’t until she has Claire that I think she truly understands that everything until then has been fake. The unconditional love of a child made her realize that all of that fake love and affection is no match for real love.

LUTHER: has probably felt like a monster since before his transformation - having super-strength means having to be very careful with your own body. But after the transformation must’ve been so much worse.

BEN: literally has a monster inside of him and has always felt like a monster. The difference is he has openly spoken about feeling like a monster.

LUTHER: has always been in control of himself. He is the exact opposite of Klaus in how he uses control to deal with trauma. Luther needs control in order to deal with trauma.

KLAUS: has no control and he does not want it. To deal with trauma Klaus loses control by using drugs and alcohol but he also uses it to control his powers.

So now that I’ve gotten through the siblings a bit, let’s talk about another topic that has a bit of hypocrisy behind it -

ALLISON X LUTHER

For some reason this ship is very despised in the fandom, I don’t know if it’s because of the fact that one part of it is Luther but a lot of the reasons I see are just - ‘ew, they’re siblings’.

Yet, most of the ships in TUA fandom are of the siblings being paired together.

Five x Vanya [fics on ao3 - 372]

Diego x Klaus [fics on ao3 - 687]

Ben x Klaus [fics on ao3 - 311]

The only other ships that top these are -

Dave x Klaus [fics on ao3 - 1409]

Diego x Patch [fics on ao3 - 434]

And let’s be really honest for a second here - them being in any romantic relationship with each other, is not weird. None of them are biologically related to one another. They were just raised in the same household as one another and told to treat each other as siblings. If they had never been adopted by Reginald Hargreeves and met randomly on the side of the road, this discussion would be moot.

I find the Five x Vanya ship much more disturbing if I’m being honest, simply because most of the fics ship a fully grown Vanya, in the body of a 31-ish year old, with Five - who while mentally is like in his 60s or whatever, is back in his 13 year old body. If Vanya did ever get with Five before his body turned 18, it would be statutory rape.

Let’s also just for a second list some other fandom pairings that are pretty popular that people ship that have the same ‘we grew up as siblings but we aren’t biologically related’ trope.

Thor x Loki [fics on ao3 - 10894]

Eren x Mikasa [fics on ao3 - 1221]

John Marston x Arthur Morgan [fics on ao3 - 651]

Max x Alec [fics on ao3 - 357]

Iris x Barry [fics on ao3 - 3689]

It’s incredibly strange to me how unpopular Allison x Luther is - especially since it’s actually canon in the comics. Granted, some things from the comics of course should change or be adapted, but the chemistry between Tom Hopper and Emmy Raver-Lampman is just spectacular, especially during the dance scene in The Day That Wasn't.

I absolutely loved that scene (still mad it’s nowhere on youtube). I felt like we got to see Luther both as how Allison sees him and for a moment he was out of his head with Allison, relaxed and just himself.

If you just don’t ship it, just say you don’t ship it.

FINAL THOUGHTS

Alright. I think my duty as a member of the Luther-Protection squad is finished. If you can’t see your hypocrisy after this post, I really don’t know what to tell you. If you would like to have a calm discussion about why you think I’m wrong or right, I’m willing to talk about it. However, anyone who comes at me just spewing vitriol or that I’m so stupid will not be taken seriously, if you can’t have a calm discussion about things then I won’t take you seriously.

I do want to say though - I understand having favorite characters, I’m a sucker for characters that are only held back from destroying the world by a hug (Vanya). But I’m also someone who loves to look at the entire picture and appreciate the depth of each character in a series, even the ones I hate. In fact - some of my favorite characters were ones I hated and the actors/actresses soon became my favorite because it takes a lot of talent to make people hate you.

So for a moment, really think if you hate Luther Hargreeves or if you dislike his actions and if it’s his actions, who you really should hate is Reginald Hargreeves because all Luther has ever done has been a reaction to trauma - exactly like the rest of his siblings.

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pastliferegressionacademy · 3 years ago

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Past Life and Regression Therapy with Guilt

John was 27 years old and had a difficult relationship with his mother all his life. He had a lack of confidence and perseverance, starting things and then stopping them though self-sabotage and being overly critical of himself. He tried to please people as well so had difficulty setting personal boundaries. During the interview guilt was established is the most pressing of John’s emotional challenges because it was present all the time.

He worked with Lucy Jordan a regression therapist who had professional past life and regression therapy training. The sessions were done remotely using the internet.

John regressed in the past life of a 60 year old Native American medicine man. Even though others admired him he thought of himself as a charlatan. He maintained the illusion of his healing with lies although his wife knew the truth. One of his pretenses was for ‘spirits’ to help his patients even though he didn’t believe in them. At one point a man came to him with a stomach pain and not knowing what was wrong John gave the patient some medicine to rub into himself while John chanted for healing to occur. Unfortunately the man died thee months later and members of the village especially the women whispered to each other that the man’s death was all his fault and that he was a fake. His wife comforted him but he died shortly afterwards still carrying the emotion of guilt. The past life events were transformed though transpersonal insights of the situation.

A series of current life memories were also explored and transformed. This started as toddler when visiting his uncle’s house in Athens, John ran around naked pretending his penis was a joystick and he was an airplane. His mother gave him a wait-till-I-get-you-home look, and John was confused and felt guilty about what he had done. When he was six with his mother, her sisters and his cousin she shouted that he was lazy. Other people had said he was smart but his mother’s judgment had a big impact. At seven whilst his mother was sleeping he had taken her lipstick and wrote, ‘I love you’ on the bathroom mirror. When his mother awoke and saw it she shouted at him triggering his feelings of guilt. When he was 16 his parents berated him and shamed him because they wanted him to study hard. He still got the highest grades in the class but felt pressured and judged and guilty because his academic success meant more financial burden for them.

After the sessions his feeling of guilt disappeared completely and he felt more at peace with this life, being more honest and brave enough to express an opinion even if it was unpopular. He realized dishonesty was a symptom of the guilt. This is what he said about the experience:

“Regression therapy really helped me remember the roots of my problems. Memories that were pretty blurry because of my young age, and then get over them on the spot. It was an excellent way to deal with my fears and all the things that kept me behind. It’s like gaining access to knowledge about yourself that you had forgotten you already knew, and finally realising who you really are; and when you know who you really are, feeling complete comes naturally”

Thanks to Regression Therapist Lucy Jordan who provided the information, website; https://www.lucy-jordan.net/ the client’s personal information has been changed but not the session details or client feedback. More information about healing form past or current lives can be found in past life books.

#past life and regression therapy training #past life books

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tinkdw · 8 years ago

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I asked a bibro/anti if they could ever see destiel as canon. They said some interesting and definitive statements for someone who isn't a spn writer or production member. "Dean is not going to turn gay/bi." "Jensen hates destiel" "Dean is not going to mature into a non-codependent relationship with Sam partly because he has no desire to, partly because they’re actual literal soulmates, and partly because it would be boring TV."

I can see you really want an answer to this question as you asked me this twice so...

I just can’t even, I’m facepalming so hard.

Look antis are just hateful. They hate nice things. Ignore them.

As for bibros, I’m sure there are nice bibros, however this is not my experience. I know one who is kind of ok but still resorts to online bullying and calling us delusional for things that have already been textualised as canon on the show so meh.

Dean is not going to TURN Bisexual if he is canon bisexual. IT HAS BEEN THERE ALL ALONG. That is why we have written REALMS of meta on it, SINCE SEASON 1. Just because they don’t like it and refuse to see it doesn’t mean it’s not THERE.

This is the same for the end of the toxic codependency. And Destiel. And everything.

They say “it can’t happen because it would be OOC” and yet they are yelling that everyone is OOC since season 12 because they just don’t see that this is them BEYOND THE FACADE, being the REAL them. Jeez. They really don’t have a leg to stand on I’m sorry. They’re just flat out wrong and yelling about it.

The toxic codependency LITERALLY ENDED IN 12x22!!!! I mean even if it rears it’s head here and there or IF it gets re-verted (which I doubt given how much emphasis they gave the scene and build up to it in 12x22) it’s still framed as BAD and if you watch Andrew Dabb’s own episodes he frames the toxic codependency as BAD BAD BAD and that it has to end. Then he’s showrunner and WAM BAM. End.

He’s the one who wrote 5x16, the episode that the bibros love because apparently it says they’re canonically soulmates. PFFFT THIS WAS NOT WHAT DABB WAS SAYING AT ALL!!!!!! A. No, just no. There is no reading for this that is concrete, it’s a vague concept that I can understand but overall makes no sense. So all you have to do is look at author INTENT. Watch the rest of Dabb’s episodes and you see that the “canon soulmates” reading is completely contradictory to the rest of his writing. What he was saying was that Dean’s toxic codependency on Sam was BAD and terrible for his own personal wellbeing and that Sam just wanted to escape because of the burden of it all. Literally all of this episode was showing that Sam DID NOT WANT the codependency. Then the next episodes show Dean’s spiral into feeling he should say yes to Michael as he feels unloved by Sam and unwanted, because his hold on the codependency is so strong. It’s BAD BAD BAD. SHEESH. (Also ironically or perhaps not it’s CAS who helps him break out of this mindset through something that he doesn’t want on the top level in this terrible moment of regression to his old ways but helps him in the long run. Meta much).

Then later Dabb episodes bring this up more and more as bad and to END, I mean Carver did too obviously, season 8 was all a huge exposition of how terrible the codependency was, culminating in them failing to save the world because of it in a direct subversion of season 5, they kind of become anti-heroe because of the codependency.

They become BAD because of it! It’s TERRIBLE for their individual characters and together and it’s due to the codependency!!

Anyway.... so after all this we are now seemingly heading to a positive endgame and the toxic codependency is GONE. Dusted. @elizabethrobertajones has been yelling at me about how they sat at the table in 13x02 and how this is really important to show the dynamics of the codependency, namely that yes it is now ended, just as we hoped/expected it would be after 12x22.

"Dean is not going to mature into a non-codependent relationship with Sam partly because he has no desire to, partly because they’re actual literal soulmates, and partly because it would be boring TV."

I JUST WHAT?!!?!! Dean has no desire to?! This has been his journey all along!! Yes he APPEARED to not want to because he was hanging onto it but all he wants is to be EMANCIPATED and be his own person!!!! Facepalm. Again this is seeing top level Dean and thinking this is who he ACTUALLY is. Freaking surface level reading much.

That’s what the whole point of the “young Dean” and “uninhibited Dean” episodes are for - to set up who he wants to be. OUTSIDE of the codependency and the responsibility of patenting Sam being thrown on him he is totally different! He is soft, there are parts of him that are totally still HIM, helping people, wanting to do the right thing, but the facade is GONE. This is the point of the “inhibitions reduced” episodes like 12x11 or when he’s drugged up etc - and lo and behold he starts flirting with guys, saying he loves stuff he usually wouldn’t (Disney, Taylor Swift) ETC ETC.

These people are literally looking at PERFORMANCE LEVEL DEAN and thinking this is all there is to him.

It’s infuriatingly insulting to the writers, also to Jensen, but Jensen himself sometimes falls into it so I can’t even have such a go when he himself forgets to mention Taylor Swift and obviously does sometimes see Dean as the performance. But literally THIS WEEK he went into a whole spiel about how Dean has layers bla bla bla he’s seeing this more clearly as it becomes more obvious and yes thank you Jensen.

I have a whole tag for the Jensen x destiel thing because he varies on this but ultimately whatever happens he and no-one is going to just flat out come out and say “yeah guys we’ve been building this for X years and aw well it was supposed to be a huge big socio-political reveal but I’ll say yes here at this random con”.

So whatever, I stick to what the story is telling us and right now Dabb era is VALIDATING ALL OUR META.

- end of the toxic codependency. check.

- dean has to face the pedestal view of his mother to start learning to accept himself as flawed but still good. check.

- dean has to be more emotionally honest. check.

- sam has to face his past and his guilt through something to allow him to move past it and forgive himself (Jack is perfect). check.

- dean has to face his issues with his father (FUCKING CHECK BIG TIME THIS WHOLE SEASON IS ABOUT FATHERS AND JOHN ALREADY HAD AN OUT OF NOWHERE MENTION IN A BUCKLEMMING EPISODE NO LESS TO HAMMER HOME THAT THIS IS GOING TO BE A HUGE FACTOR. IM LIVING).

- Destiel. Destiel is a huge part of Dabb’s own episodes writing. No wonder it’s so blatant in his showrunning and looking more and more like canon endgame.

So yeah, the bibros who kinda have a grasp on subtext are screaming that the characters are OOC and the writing is bad right now because they don’t like what they’re seeing. The ones who don’t grasp subtext think the show is great cos it’s just about the bros again and Cas is old news. They literally cannot see that Cas is ALL OVER 13x01/02 and I cannot even comprehend the stupid. They have even said it in all the interviews let alone in the actual show that he’s the undercurrent of Dean’s grief and he only get better when he’s back.

JEEZ.

So yeah. Sorry, this is such a rant because I am so done with this. I am so done with people thinking these hateful nasty people’s negative awful concepts of the show have any VALID meta reading.

They just don’t right now. Dabb is validating the positive meta that some have been writing for over a decade and I myself have only become a part of over the last year. To say it’s not true is not just infuriating but it’s insulting to the writers who put so much effort into doing it in the first place!!!

It’s snobby I know, but I do sometimes just sit back and think hey, the people I speak to regularly are all well educated people, most of them with with degrees, MAs, PHDs in literature, some actually work in writing/literature/cinema. We are not the idiots here. On top of that the fact that Dabb literally seems to have a checklist of our meta and is ticking it of.

Because it’s also HIS meta, it’s the way he wrote the show, it’s just validation that our readings were correct because that was the way they wrote it!

Yes things could flip if the showrunner or endgame for some reason changed but honestly I do not understand how that could happen now. It’s set up so strongly for the positive endgame we’ve been talking about for ages and now everything is setting up for it even more, we are like 85% of the way there, why would the final 15% change?

The antis/bibros just refuse to see the 85% of the story and are stuck on some warped view of what was set up as the BAD START as being the thing to strive for in the end. That’s not how story telling works.

They set up the BAD START so that in the end it could be subverted (you can see a lot of it is in Swan Song for example but not all of it, so that they could continue the story, in fact the things that aren’t or the way it’s then immediately subverted is then set up as the NEXT bad thing to continue the story ie. Sam always had to redeem himself and die but then he comes back WRONG).

It’s standard storytelling! Set up the bad start so that the heroes subvert it and end up in the good ending!

If at the start the hero is alone and alcoholic and clearly strives for a family but much of his blood family is negatively framed, doesn’t accept himself and hides parts of himself and “just wants someone to love him” (these are all things that are TEXTUALLY set up in season1 for Dean for example) then this is his endgame: a healthy life, found family around him and someone who loves him for exactly who he is warts and all.

This is blatantly what is happening (among others obviously but this is the easiest example as Dean pretty much carries the main emotional arc these days) and I’m so excited for it :)

#anti antis #wank for ts #imo #endgame positive #Anonymous

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