#I WOULD DIE FOR YOU LOUISE

[blaithnne]

Why is no one talking about my BABY?? My ANGEL? MY AUTISM CREATURE??

[widevibratobitch]

doing my sillygoofy research and accidentally coming across a mention of wolfgang mozart's capital M Misogyny that i have never heard of before like what do you MEAN my 18th century specialest white boy wasn't exactly a raging feminist 😭😭

[drawthething]

if you were only allowed to draw ONE bb character for the rest of your life, who would it be 👀

Psssssh I'm not gonna be so predictable and say Jimmy Jr.

James Poplopovich the Second it is

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

THELMA AND LOUISE?? HELLO????

[mesetacadre]

hey! this is a dumb question, but why are general secretaries elected for life?

They aren't. The procedure in democratic centralism is that a Congress is called periodically, typically every 4-5 years though that might vary, where a new Central Committee and its associated organs are elected, including the General Secretary. The Congress is the most powerful organ in a communist party, above the CC and gensec. Members of the party are chosen as delegates from their local cells, and they each have one vote, as well as having the duty to participate in the debates.

In the USSR, Lenin was actually never the general secretary, then Stalin was elected repeatedly despite him asking to step down multiple times. He died whole being gensec. Khruschev was replaced by Brezhnev in 1964. Brezhnev did die in 1982, and afterwards there were two quick successions both ended with the person holding the position dying, Andropov in 1984 and Chernenko in 1985. Gorbachev of course died 2 years ago, as he was overthrown. It is true that after Stalin the USSR had a very aged leadership, that's why Brezhnev, and especially Andropov and Chernenko died in the position.

In Cuba, before the revolution, only José Peña Vilaboa died while being first secretary and he only held it for a year or two. Fidel left office in 2011 and he died in 2016. Raúl Castro succeeded him and he left office in 2021, he's still alive. Now it's Miguel Díaz Canel who is 64.

In Vietnam, Trần Phú died while in office in 1935, then it wasn't until 6 general secretaries/first secretaries, including Hồ Chí Minh who died 9 years after leaving the position, Lê Duẩn died while in charge in 1986. No other general secretaries have died except for Nguyễn Phú Trọng who died last year.

In China, there is more of a marked difference between the state and party, but it's honestly not that hard to research. Most have not died in office.

The DPRK is a big exception, the Worker's Party of Korea, which to be clear isn't even the only party in the DPRK, has had 3 previous general secretaries (Kim Tu-Bong, Kim Il Sung, Kim Jong Il) who have all died in office. I'm sure someone can explain this in more depth, but the Kim family was so well-regarded and initially chose as general secretaries because they were almost legendary guerilla fighters against Japanese occupation, especially Kim Il Sung. Anna Louise Strong talks about this more here in chapter 3 Government and Elections. Whatever the case, each member of the Kim family has been very involved in the WPK, and due to the accumulated experience elected.

Whichever country you were thinking of when you sent this ask, which is probably the USSR or the DPRK, nobody is chosen until death. These positions are regularly and democratically renewed or reconfirmed, and I don't think that someone being elected multiple times is undemocratic. If people are happy with how something is run, why would they change it? and besides, let me remind you the General Secretary is not that supremely powerful. All decisions in a democratic-centralism system are taken collectively, taking into account previous debates and the constant feedback from the base. Many, many people are involved who the Central Committee rely on, and the CC itself often changes members even more between congresses. Idk, the USamericans chose FDR for almost 4 terms an nobody talks about the FDR dictatorship. It's not hard to believe maybe FDR was simply a good president most people liked, and who was in charge during a crucial time. The DPRK has been under constant siege since its very creation, under sanctions and with some of the largest military bases and exercises on its border, run by the people who killed around a fifth of your people. Changing leadership often might also be conducive to instability and a rapidly-changing course, which the Korean people would understandibly not want.

Same with Stalin. He was the general secretary during a crucial time, the collectivization of work and industrialization on par with the US and western Europe, followed by the Nazi-fascist invasion, and then the very costly reconstruction.

Non-ruling democratic-centralist parties typically have a much faster rotation of general/first secretaries, you can look at a list on Wikipedia for most parties out there and you can compare with their death dates.

[raewritesfiction]

Pillow [Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader]

A/N: based on this…

Plot: Daryl walks in on you humping your pillow and offers an alternative.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Pillow jumping, face riding, language.

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The week had been tough and you needed release; you’d barely been able to wait until you were back in the seclusion of your shared house, knowing he wouldn’t be back for another couple of hours meant you had plenty of time.

You hadn’t closed your door because you didn’t want to waste the time and you’d started out fully clothed, rubbing over your pants, undoing the buttons and zip and dipping into the material to feel yourself and then slowly you’d stripped down to nothing, rocking your hips on a particularly firm pillow you’d cleaned up and repurposed.

You were so far into the feelings flushing through you that you didn’t hear him come back; your small moans wouldn’t escape the house but he heard them and quietly walked up the stairs; missing the two that squeaked.

Daryl stood watching you; your back to him as you rocked on the pillow and gasped, your hands moving over yourself and teasing your nipples. He watched as your head dropped back and you moaned a little louder. He discovered it was music to his ears and silently stepped into your room, placing his hands on your hips making you jump.

“Oh Jesus fuck!” You squealed and turned, panting. “Oh god! Fuck I…”

“Sweetheart… you’re far too pretty to be humpin’ your pillow… how about ya use my face instead?” His voice is low, rough from probably chain smoking through the morning and riding for the runs. His eyes are blown and he can’t take them off of you, you couldn’t decide if it was your ass or tits that held his attention as he squeezed at his crotch.

How long had he been stood there? What had he heard and seen? Why did the idea of him watching you like that turn you on so much more?

You run a hand through your hair and blink, sure you’d imaged what Daryl would feel like inside you but you’d never thought anything would come of it. He always kept to himself; his emotions especially so and he’d never given any indication he was interested. Had he? He did like being close to you and when you were told you’d have to share a house Daryl was quick to say he had a spare room; unlike many of the other houses.

“Uh… y-yeah… I mean I… we…” you stutter, failing to make a complete sentence.

Daryl crawls onto the bed and lays down, licking his lips and letting his eyes wander over you “c’mon baby doll.” His arms spread out for you to crawl onto him.

You move on the bed and do so, hovering over his mouth “c’mon… if I die I die… no better way to go out.”

You blush crimson and slowly lower to his mouth, rolling your hips a little as his tongue makes contact with you. Daryl’s hands gripped you and pulled you down fully onto his face, making him moan as he took in your scent and taste. His lips suck over you while his tongue explores every fold of your wet pussy; he mumbles and circles on your swollen clit, closing his lips over you and sucking in pulses while you rock your hips and find your rhythm.

There was no doubt his mouth felt so much better than the pillow and his hands on your skin felt electric.

“Tease yerself baby…” he hums and looks up at you, watching your hands move to your tits and massage, knead, pinch and pull. He moans as he watches you and rocks his hips in time with yours. Daryl groans and swirls his tongue over you messily, switching between kissing, sucking and licking you. His tongue pushes inside you and he expertly twists and curls it before moving back to your clit.

You pant and whine, careful not to be too loud as the houses were in disrepair and not as sound proof as they should be.

You reach a hand down into Daryl’s hair and he moans low against you, reaching his hand down to his pants and undoing them with ease to reach inside.

“Don’t stop…” you whisper and grind your hips down onto him.

“Good girl, ride my face…” he sucks over you again and watches you writhe; his hand wrapping around his free cock and jerking in rhythm with your movements.

Soon you were both panting and moaning out, louder than intended but it just felt so fucking good that you couldn’t help yourselves. Daryl twists his hand and tightens his grip, speeding up as your hips move faster and buck on his face. You gasp and pant harder “fuck… fuck Daryl…!”

He takes this to mean continue what he’s doing and sucks harder on your clit, pulsing around you while bucking and twisting his hips to his hand.

“Cum fer me…” he speaks against you “cover me…” his tongue flicks quickly and you grip his hair a little tighter, doubling over as you call out with release, he keeps licking and sucking over you making you tremble and babble. Daryl moans low and sucks hard on you with his own release shortly after; slowing both his hand and his mouth to a stop and helping you lay down beside him on the bed.

You lay panting, a hand running over your face and up into your hair “Jesus Christ!”

Daryl kisses you, his lips, tongue and scruff slick with your wetness. You kiss him back hungrily and moan at the taste of yourself on him.

“No more ridin’ pillows…” he speaks low, “Yer always welcome to ride me instead.”

You nod and chuckle “I didn’t realise it was an option until now.”

-fin-

[mildy-vibing]

Woe, pirates be upon ye

Alright kiddos, time for my yapping on a kids show, starting with our pirates.

Calico Jack

Loosely based upon the real John "Calico Jack" Rackham interwoven with my personal thoughts and canon. Calico was "partners" with one Anne Bonny (partners is an extremely loose term between them as it was an open secret that Bonny was really in it for her crew mate, Mary Read). Besides that, Calico and Bonny had two kits who later grew up and stayed with the crew. They were known as Elizabeth "Fangs" and William "Terrible Tabby". William so happened to pick up a wife, Louise "Whispers" Reeves. This pairing created our favorite weirdo, Kwazii.

[From left to right] Anne Bonny, Calico Jack, Elizabeth "Fangs", William "Terrible Tabby", Mary Read, Kwazii and Louise "Whispers" Reeves

Getting the family tree over with, they were a particularly infamous and treacherous crew that plundered and captured anything that set sail in the sea. When Calico was 45 and Kwazii 6, operations hit the fan. In a changing ocean, it came to a halt when the Ranger was boarded following a scuffed raid. All except Kwazii were taken prisoner (Kwazii hid and avoided capture).

At this time, the punishment for piracy was, of course, d e a t h. However, to ensure that in the slim chance one did escape the rope, declawing would be performed. The authorities were right to do so, as Calico was able to slip away just before it was his time. He had attempted to break out his crew, only to find Bonny and Read missing and Fangs, Terrible and Whispers long gone. He escaped, finding Kwazii hidden at Port and commandeered another, smaller, ship to sail off with.

It was just the pair of them until Kwazii turned 13. They were on the run and have been unable to rest as long as The Calico Jack was still alive. So, Calico decided to spare Kwazii that fate. He left Kwazii in a fishing village with the story of "I'm going after some of the most dangerous treasure in the Amazon, I need you to stay here and watch yourself while I go."" Sailed out into the sea, taunted some royal ships, made a show of 'dying in a storm' and fell off the face of the earth, allowing "Calico Jack" to die.

He lived in isolation in the Amazon with his parrot and had time to think over everything he'd done. He regretted leaving Kwazii alone but knew it was for the best after what happened to the crew.

Kwazii

We know the story of the goober, but all I can say for MY story is that he came into contact with the Octonauts after trying to steal one of the gups. At the time, there were only three crew members: Inkling, Tweak, and Barnacles. So happened Barnacles was on that gup. What happened is anyone's guess, but the two left the gup, Barnacles covered in scratches and Kwazii soaking wet in sea water, as friends. Kwazii was kept on probation for trying to steal a gup but was allowed to stay on the (then very new and very in development) Octopod. He quickly proved himself to be a very good crew mate and eventually became Lieutenant. Up until finding Calico, everyone believed Kwazii was just a big fan of pirates (except Barnacles who knew of the incident and its details).

Little Bits

- Calico Jack is declawed, meaning he's missing the bone from the final knuckle (fingertips for us). He has golden prosthetics that help him, though they aren't very effective. They're mostly just for show and secondary weaponry.

- Calico is uneasy around Barnacles. Most likely, due to Barnacle's sounding like a British Royal Navy Official. Also, because he's a huge Polar Bear.

- Calico will not allow any doctor of any shape or form examine him (especially Peso). He hides away whenever he is hurt, insisting upon fixing it himself. He still remembers the last time a doctor got near him.

- Checks in with Kwazii frequently now that he has an octowatch. Though this means often getting face timed at 3 a.m., Kwazzi doesn't mind it.

- Has chronic pain in his hands due to the declawing.

- Lost most of his jewelry the first time he was captured, literally broke. He prefers living off the land but will gladly accept any fish biscuits or food Kwazii brings.

- He only wants the best for Kwazii, so when Paani came along, he gladly accepted him into the family. Calico often takes Paani exploring in more remote regions to show him any and all lakes, ponds, and rivers since "you like water, right? I like water too! Here, look at this puddle in the middle of nowhere."

- Calico doesn't smell as bad as one would expect. He smells like citrus and sea breeze. Unlike Kwazii, who smells like he just crawled out of a dentists office.

- Calico has a fear of places with less than 2 exits. He rarely enters the octopod or gups due to this. He always needs an exit in eyesight to feel safe.

Thanks for coming to the yapping session! Have some sketches too

[greypistacchio]

apologies for the dreadful quality of these pictures (my phone is in its dying bed, and I keep pretending not to hear its cries for a merciful death), but-

LOOK ME IN THE EYE. BUDDY THERE IS NO HETEROSEXUAL EXPLANATION FOR THESE TWO

DEAN: [Looking Cas in the eye as he slowly steps towards him] "So what? I'm Thelma, and you're Louise, and we're just gonna hold hands and jump off this cliff together?"

LISTEN. ONE DOES NOT JUST QUOTE THE SUPREME SAPPHIC QUEENS TO THEIR SAME-GENDER BESTIE, ALL THE WHILE EYE-FUCKING THEM INTO THE MULTIVERSE

AND KEEP HAVING A SHRED OF PLAUSIBLE HETEROSEXUALITY

IT IS NOT A THING THAT HAPPENS

This isn't even a stretch, there were hundreds of non-romantic duos that Dean could've quoted instead. He was raised on a steady diet of '70s and '80s TV, so there were plenty of straight couples and platonic friendships he could've mentioned instead. Cowboy films are notorious for the "No homo but I will die for you, and you will name your firstborn child after me" vibes between their characters, and we all know how much Dean loves those. He could've quoted the male friendship duos from "Willow", "The Princess Bride", "Heathers" (the '89 movie, of course, in the musical Kurt and Ram do give off them fruity vibes)...

Hell, he could've even brought up "The Lord Of The Rings" (BC you and I both know he would've watched the shit outta those) and mentioned Aragorn and literally anyone else in the Fellowship!!

But he did not. Instead Dean made a conscious CHOICE to mention THELMA AND LOUISE instead. He had countless examples of non-romantic duos, and yet he still went for one of the most iconic OUT AND CONFIRMED queer couples in the history of the film industry.

Macho performativity king Dean Winchester compared himself and his very platonic bro Castiel - "I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you" Castiel, "You are an exception" Castiel, "What would you have me do?" Castiel, "Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?" Castiel, gets-sacked-because-"See, he has this weakness. He likes you" Castiel

to

THE SAPPHIC QUEENS OF MURDEROUS ROADTRIPS

Subtext my ass, headcanon my ass, fan theory my ass. THEY ARE HOMOSEXUAL FOR EACH OTHER, YOUR LIEGE

THERE IS NO SILENCING THE BLATANT SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN THESE TWO

[lilkakow]

Hi! I just found your blog and it's very beautiful! Since you blog about DDR I was also wondering whether you might know any good nonfiction books on the eastern bloc/former socialist east European countries which avoid the annoying "Soviet Union/communism bad the West/capitalism good" narrative. I'm generally interested in everything but I really want to learn the basics on how those societies worked (the good and the bad). Thank you if you can/want to answer this but no pressure!

Yes, I'm very happy you asked! Really this means a lot to me. Usually my main focus is DDR but I have other recommendations. This will include more then just the warsaw pact or eastern europe. Also I have a letterboxd account where I watch a lot of movies from the ussr or other socialist countries, so you can check it out. My name is the same Lilkakow.

Soviet Union:

I would start with the soviet union a very short introduction, self explainatory I think. Anna Louise Strong has some great work like the soviets expected it or the Stalin era, you will probably find other works of her on this list, she's great. If you are looking for more culture based information, The Peoples of the Soviet Union by Viktor Kozlov is a good introduction to demographics and cultures in the former USSR.

Central Asia

The author is very biased and I wouldn't support every thing he says, mostly the Uyghur genocide narrative. But it is well researched and I've yet to find better and more informing works on central asia.

central asia a new history from the imperial conquest

making uzbekistan nation, empire and revolution in the early ussr

Islam after communism

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Ukraine/Russia/Belarus

fraud, famine and fascism the ukrainian genocide from hitler to harvard

the industrilization of soviet russia

The fascist kernel of Ukrainian Genocidial Nationalism (in general read more of this author works if you're interested in the nazi occupation of different countries)

Empire of Nations

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Baltics

the new Lithuania

Soviet Russia and the Baltic Republics

Devils in Amber the Baltics

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Caucasus

an armenian sketchbook

a people reborn the story of north ossetia

the caucasian knot the history and geopolitics of nagorno karabagh

Stalin the history and critique of a black legend

Armenia and Karabagh the struggle for unity

the caucasus under soviet rule

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DPRK

In North Korea first eyewitness report

Patriots, traitors and empire the story of koreas struggle for freedom

the two koreas

loyal citizens of pyongyang in seoul

everyday life in the north korean revolution

the hidden story of the korean war

my brother and sister in the north

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China

when serfs stood up in tibet

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Poland

I saw the new Poland

inside liberated Poland

Sam Marcy work is highly informing and good, for example

Poland behind the crisis and what the banks did to Poland

from solidarity to sellout

class struggle in socialist poland

the defeat of solidarity

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Albania

the history of the socialist construction of Albania

history of the party of labour in Albania

Pickaxe and rifle the story of the albanian people

Free coming of age at the end of history

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Cuba

the economic war against cuba

cuba an american history (the author has also increcible work on other latin american countries

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Romania

Rumanian Summer, a view of the Rumanian Peoples Republic

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Mongolia

The Mongolian Peoples Republic by Internationale Forschungstelle DDR

Friendly Mongolia 1987 documentary

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Yugoslavia

to kill a Nation

Balkan Odyssey & Yugopnik

the weight of chains

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Laos

twelve years of U.S. Imperialist Intervention and Aggression in Laos

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And of course my beloved:

Deutsche Demokratische Republik

zärtlichkeit der Völker die DDR und Kuba

the triumph of evil

my first three lives

Internationale Forschungsstelle DDR

Victor Grossmann

Zwischenattentat und UNO

encounters in democracy a us journalist view of the GDR

how do people live in the GDR

Letzte Aufzeichnungen Erich Honecker

Aufbruch und Aufstieg

Liebe Eva

Stasi State or Socialist Paradise

Articles and the documentary from Kommunistische Partei

From my life

Kolonialisierung der DDR

Raubzug treuhand wie die treuhand die ehemalige DDR plünderte

Abwicklung der DDR Wende und deutsche Vereinigung von innen gesehen

Westwärts und nicht vergessen

Post-communist

Dancing bears: true stories of people nostalgic for life under tyranny

the shock doctrine

socialism betrayed behind the fall of the soviet union

the left case against the EU (talks about post communist eastern europe being exploited by western europe)

Blackshirts and reds

I don't have recommendations on every socalist country, but I hope this will suffice. Also thank you so much for the compliment, that made my day :)

[lovelystarlightsblog]

Motherly reader babying them~

Louise James Moriarty

Lord…… please help this man….

He’s not going to make it out alive when he’s with you. He’s really not gonna make it.

He’s embarrassed, he’s flustered, he’s confused, he’s dumbfounded, he’s flabbergasted, he’s embarrassed, he’s shocked, he’s embarrassed, wait- I already said that.

He just doesn’t understand. Why are you spoiling him so much and why does he like it so damn much?!! He’s not supposed to enjoy being babied like this, he’s an adult! Not a clingy child that want s to be spoiled by their mother.

Mortified… is and understatement. In all honesty, words and emotions failed him right on the spot in the most painful way possible. And he may or may not have an existential crisis due to this.

He rather jump off a bridge than admitting how much he loves your pampering and affection. He rather die than say he enjoys how you treat him like a little child, how you pull him close to your ches, and how the way you feed him always gives him butterflies on his stomach.

Don’t get the wrong idea. He’s honestly overjoyed that you always help him take care of the mansion. Having your help makes everything so much easier for him, and he couldn’t care less that Moran didn’t do his chores. (He still makes him do it though cause he doesn’t want to tire you out from his undone work)

He always repay you and pamper you back, but it always backfire hard cause you show him affection twice as much. Like the time he made you your favorite meal and ends with you the one feeding him instead while he wonders how the hell did he get here?

Just like William, he never had a mother. But with you…. God, he never knew it would so good to be with you. He wish he could’ve have met you sooner, cause he adores you. Every. Single. Bit of you.

Louise is more of the type to be too embarrassed to accept his tendencies unlike Albert who refuse to acknowledge it due to his pride. So Louise feelings are more of a surprise and embarrassment than denial.

Accepting his childish tendencies is a long way to go. But he’ll eventually accept it sooner or later most likely sooner. And even if (reluctantly) accepts it, he will never stop feeling incredibly embarrassed about it. But either way, he always loves your attention, it always makes him feel warm and comforted. And nothing will ever change that, not even his embarrassment.

He’s always so embarrassed with how you always spoil him. And he will NEVER want to show his childish tendencies to anyone, not even Willia. But after a long long while and and FINALLY accepts it. He’s the sweetest being that has ever existed.

And don’t even get me STARTED on cradling. He has the urge to just vanish from existence just by the thought of it. He refuse to be cradled like a baby and he will try to avoid the topic as much as possible. But but but but BUT!! If he does (which will probably take an eternity) he’ll be incredibly tensed and embarrassed being in your lap. His face will be the darkest shade of red you’ll ever seen and he won’t be able to relax that much.

It will take him a long time for him to get used to be cradled like that. And his face will always be red everytime you do no matter how many times you and Louise done this. But he will slowly and surely relaxes in your touch and embrace and grow to love every single second of it.

He won’t show his tendencies often, but he will be much more affectionate and clingy in private when you two are alone. And no, he’s not going to show it infront of anyone else. Maybe William or Albert. But that’s it, no one else.

In all honesty, William is really happy for him. Seeing someone who can take care of him just fills him with joy and he can’t thank you enough. William loves him just as much as he Louise does. And he’s relieved to see him feel comfortable. Albert is also happy for him. And Louise has never felt so relieved to hear that.

Just like I said before, accepting his tendencies is a long way to go, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible. When he starts to slowly accepts it, you can see that he will be less reluctant and doesn’t decline your affection as much and just shyly accepts it. He won’t try to refuse your spoonfed or avoid your offer to sit on your lap. Despite still feeling embarrassed.

He’s never going to get used to his childish tendencies. And in all honesty, he’s a bit self conscious about it. And also a little bit insecure to show his vulnerability. But of course, you reassure him it’s completely okay to feel that. Everyone deserves to embrace their inner child, and for someone like him. It’s an absolute must!

I’ve said this many times before and I don’t care. I will say it again… words cannot express just how much he loves you. You’re everything and much more to him, and if he could give you the world he WOULD (and maybe will) he just loves you so much.

He would do anything and everything for you. He would gladly cook a dish that takes hours to make just to see you smile. He would clean the whole mansion spotless from every nook and cranny just to hear your praises. End he always craves it everytime.

Just like the other brother and what I said MANY times before. He adores your love and affection, and it’s you who can soothe his aching soul inside him. He never met someone who can fill him with so much joy before…

THIS TOOK ME SOO LONG TO POST THIS FOR NO GODDAMN REASON!!😭

I’M SO SORRY LOUISE!! I DID YOU SO DIRTY!!

[snogfairy]

He grows tomatoes.

Well, he tries to. Crowley does not usually try to grow plants. He decides to grow them, and they obey. It's vengeance, vendetta. But lately, nothing seems to obey his will. It's weak, that will, broken into smithereens just like his heart.

And he can't even take it out on his plants. That's because Crowley has mercy.

So he tries to grow tomatoes.

It's summer (the first summer without him) and he has lodged in an airbnb in the country, and behind an old ramshackle ram-shack he has made himself a little plot of land. Well - it's all God's stupidly green earth, isn't it. But this two by two piece of earth he claims for himself. He could have at least that, right? He looks up at the sky. Frowns.

Let me have at least that.

Aziraphale liked to do things the hard way. (He's still doing that, Crowley supposes, up there. Up there. He's not dead, but it feels like it. He's gone. Gone to Heaven. Not to a better place.) Aziraphale liked to do it properly, the human way, when it pleased him. Which was often, but not always. Think: French. Nom de dieu de merde. Pardon his French.

Pardon his stupid everything.

Crowley inspects his tomato plants. He's trying to grow them the human way. Funny, that. He nurses them like he nurses his heart, and miracles won't do. He's tried.

I think I should not be encouraged to grow tomatoes, he thinks.

Raindrops fall on red and green: the plants and the vines and the tomatoes and his hair. It's August, it shouldn't be raining this much. It's been a shitty August. It's been a shitty year. Thirteen months and two weeks and one day, to be exact. Not like he's keeping count. Why bother?

There's a spot on one of the leaves, and Crowley's heart sinks before it even had the chance to ever rise. It's only one tiny, dark, black spot, but he knows what it means. It means it's too late.

A horrible month. A horrible life. Not the right conditions to thrive. Disease, rearing its ugly head, grinning. It's already too late. It's always too late. It would multiply and spread. It has already spread, underneath. Invisible to visible. It won't take long, now.

His soul is a tomato leaf.

Black as grief.

He's tended these seedlings, he's raised them, and planted them, too, and here they are before him tall and proud and still alive, and Crowley knows they are already dying. He can relate.

The sensible thing to do would be to discard it all, be done with them. It's not worth the effort, technically, to keep them alive. But to Crowley it's worth it. It has to be. They are worth it. He is worth it. Stupid stubborn perseverance, stupid stubborn hopeful heart.

He isn't immune to foreshadowing. He looks up again. Angry, this time, bitter. A bit of surrender, too.

The rain drips and drops on his face.

He looks back down, snaps the sickly leaf off with expert fingers. Continues to tend to the plants, as he will until they inevitably die. He plucks a tiny tomato. It's so small, fragile, one of the first of a doomed harvest: but it tastes sweet.

Determined, Crowley continues his labor of love, patient as with all living things.

He is responsible for these vines.

Maybe, despite everything, just maybe, he can nurture his heart back to health. (And maybe, just maybe, he is not human and does not do things the human way. When it dis/pleases him. He's always been a rebel. Just a little miracle, a little bit of life-giving defiance. So small no one notices, not even us.) Crowley smiles.

He grows tomatoes.

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This ficlet was inspired by Louise Glück's Vespers. May she rest in peace. "In your extended absence, you permit me use of earth, anticipating some return on investment. I must report failure in my assignment, principally regarding the tomato plants." read the full poem here

[icyg4l]

PAC: What Would Happen If You Had a Friend Like You?

Hello beautiful people! I thank you guys so much for the support I’ve received over the past couple of months and even this past weekend. I will continue to make content that resonates with my collective. I am delivering my new PAC as promised, even though it was supposed to come out last night (oopsie lol). Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy this one. It is inspired by tears and frustration of those who feel taken for granted in their friendships (including myself). Please don’t hesitate to book a reading with me if you would like to receive a personal reading. Without further ado, please select your pile.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

Pile One: If you had a friend like you, PIle One, I think that you would meet them while working/interning for a company. I think that this person would be the fresh air to the heavy atmosphere surrounding y’all. I see that you are both sophisticated professionals who know how to handle conflict calmly for the most part. It’s hard for you both to “pop off” and this may be a problem within you guys’ friendship. You both must learn how to be okay with not letting things go off the hook. You must be intentional with the way you navigate or you will be screwed over every time. I feel that if you had a friend like you, you would be very suspicious of this person because you can’t put a finger on why you feel this way. This person will be equally suspicious. But once you actually talk to each other, you will share stories and experiences regarding business ideas, your dream career environments, many of you will bond over being the only women at work and even sharing secrets about your family dynamics. I could see that you will run a business with this person and it will be successful. It may take a while to hit this bump but it’s definitely possible. Lastly, beware of oversharing too soon or jumping to conclusions. Take it slow, babe. There will be slip ups between the both of you but it’s best that you become strict with yourself on what it means to have a healthy friendship.

Cards Used: Queen of Cups, The Chariot, The Emperor, The Tower (RX), 9 of Wands, 6 of Swords 

extras: nipsey hussle. “motivate” saweetie. moldavite. overbite. 

Pile Two: It’s very interesting how your story will play out, Pile Two. It’ll be a story to tell your grandchildren. So what I am getting from your pile is that you will meet your other half during a breakup. But the thing is, this person will partially be the reason for your breakup. I see the scenario of women getting played by a guy. The movie ‘John Tucker Must Die’ comes to mind. Also, the storyline between Teddy, Spencer and Skylar from Good Luck Charlie comes to mind. You guys will find comfort in each other during this painful period. Many people would stay away from “the other woman”, but you won’t because your situation is unique. I feel like if you are dealing with someone right now, they have two sides to them. They could have air sign placements. I feel like when you come face-to-face with this person, you will not feel any sort of anger or resentment towards them. You will cry in this person’s arms and immediately feel at home. But you should know that once you feel that you want to move on from this, the bond that once existed will change and this change will more than likely not be taken lightly. So enjoy your time with this person for the moment being, Pile Two. Have conversations with this person about how the dynamic will change overtime to prepare for it.

Cards Used:The World, 3 of Swords, Two of Cups, Wheel of Fortune, King of Cups (RX)

extras: igbo tribe. medulla. voguing practice. thelma and louise. grief counseling. hideous bangs.

Pile Three: I feel like this group is into music. You may want to move to one of the music capitals like Atlanta, Nashville, New York or Miami to pursue a music career. In my third eye, I am seeing snippets of the pilot episode of ‘Star’. The premise of the show is the formation, trials and tribulations of a girl group. There are two sisters and a best friend that are in this girl group. During the pilot, the blonde sister has to physically fight her sister’s abuser to bring her to Atlanta so that they can move to Atlanta with their aunt. After this, they are proactive in jumpstarting their career even with drama, drugs and whatnot clouding their future. Now, I feel like your friend will obviously be a newcomer in the music industry as well. It is best if y’all work together. I see that if this person has a kid, you will be the child’s godparent. I also see some notoriety, fame and recognition coming with this person once you all decide to work together. This will only happen because y’all collaborated; if y’all went solo, the same result would not happen. But you need to be aware of doing things in vain. You and them both need to think about each other because the spotlight can blind people’s true intentions. Think clearly. But I feel like y’all would actually be friends for a long time despite any differences that may occur because of vanity. There’s chemistry that y’all have with each other that you will not have with anyone else so cherish each other while you all are still here.

Cards Used: 10 of Cups, Four of Discs (RX), The Star, The Empress, 8 of Cups, 6 of Wands, King of Wands 

extras: girl groups. ‘musically inclined.’ music industry. tlc. money grab. “cut the check.” “ain’t shit sweet.”

Pile Four: And last but not least, Pile Four. Your situation will involve meeting someone who is also addicted to something. You have their vices so do they. I am channeling the energy of Edward Norton and Maria Singer. They are liars. They show up at AA meetings for fun and catch each other in a lie. I feel like this friendship will be about holding each other accountable. I am also channeling Rue and her sponsor, Ali. They have an uncle-niece relationship. I believe that you all will have a significant difference in maturity. And this will be the reason why you bump heads. Someone believes that they know more than the other person because they’ve been doing it longer or they don’t believe that their vice is worthy of being taken seriously. Now, this vice could be drugs, sex, over/undereating, online shopping, gambling, playing video games, etc. Now, when you meet this person, you will be put off because you won’t know any better. But this person will leave a strong impact on your life. It is best that you keep them around because you won’t know what you got till it’s gone. Taking this person for granted will be the worst thing that you can do because there is no one else that will hold you accountable like them, Pile Four. 

Cards Used: 9 of Discs, Princess of Cups, Temperance, 6 of Wands, The High Priestess, The Hermit, 9 of Wands 

extras: low fade haircut. burning hair. electric slide. goal chaser. fear of death. close call. chewing ice.

[mrs-johnson]

“Dark Paradise”

Inspired by: “Dark Paradise” by Lana Del Rey

Friedrich Harding x reader

Warnings: nothing but fluff and comforting Friedrich

Summary: “Every time I close my eyes, it’s like a dark paradise / No one compares to you / I’m scared that you won’t be waiting on the other side”

The candle by the bedside flickered, casting a golden halo across your sleeping face. Friedrich sat in the armchair near the hearth, unmoving, eyes fixed on you as though looking away might make you vanish.

Your breath rose and fell in soft, steady waves beneath the quilt. You were alive. You were still here.

But for how long?

His fingers curled tightly around the book in his lap, though he hadn’t turned a page in over an hour. His mind wandered—not to the text, but to the scent of decay that lingered in Nosferatu’s wake… the weight of his past, of Anna’s scream echoing in the halls… of Clara’s dolls left untouched… Louise’s little shoes still lined by the door even now, as if waiting for feet that would never return.

He closed his eyes. A mistake.

Because there, behind the darkness of his lids, they came again—Anna’s cold hand reaching, Clara’s soft voice calling “Papa,” Louise’s laughter twisted by memory.

And then, behind them… you.

Smiling. Warm. Mortal.

Breakable.

He jolted upright with a sharp breath.

The same nightmare, every night since you had told him the truth: that your heartbeat had slowed, that your skin was cold to the touch in the mornings. That you felt something inside you unraveling—something unnatural since the night you were bitten by the creature that once haunted him.

It didn’t bite you deep, you’d said. I’m fine.

But Nosferatu’s curse wasn’t always swift.

Friedrich had fought death before. Watched it steal, swallow, and silence. But with you…

With you, it would destroy him.

He rose, quietly, and walked to the bed. The floorboards didn’t creak; they remembered the weight of grief too well to protest. Kneeling beside you, he reached out with a trembling hand and brushed your hair behind your ear.

You stirred, lashes fluttering open.

“Friedrich…” you whispered, voice raw from sleep. “You’re not resting again.”

He tried to speak, but his throat burned.

“I see you in my dreams,” he finally said. “But when I wake… there’s always that moment. That half second where I don’t know if you’re still with me. It’s like I live in a—”

“A dark paradise,” you murmured. “I know.”

He nodded once, eyes heavy with emotion.

“No one compares to you,” he said, voice cracking. “Not her. Not anyone. I’m terrified I’ll lose you too. And when I die, I’m scared… you won’t be waiting on the other side.”

You reached out, pulling him into the bed with you. He came willingly, resting his head against your chest, listening to the faint thump of your heart.

“I’ll wait,” you whispered into his hair. “If it takes a hundred years, I’ll wait.”

He clung to you, like a man holding back the tide.

“You’re everything,” he said against your collarbone. “Everything I never thought I deserved again.”

You smiled, pressing your lips to his temple. “Then stay with me. Let’s live… even if just for tonight.”

And so he did. He let the dark paradise slip away—for now—and let your warmth be enough to chase back the ghosts.

As long as your heartbeat echoed beneath his cheek, the other side could wait.

[yearningagain]

it's enough (to make a girl blush): chapter two

HELLO!!! welcome to chapter two! i'm amazed at the traction that this has gained with just the first chapter, and it's giving me so much motivation to continue this!

i've also decided to open up my ask box for suggestions for rambles and ficlets, so please shoot me a message if you feel so inclined!

and of course a huge thank you to @kayleeofcamelot for betaing and helping me so much!! without further ado!

also on ao3!

total wc: 2.6k | wc: 1.4k | rating: e (18+) | pairing: steddie | cw: none | tags: a/b/o, alpha eddie munson, omega steve harrington, modern au, baker steve, famous eddie, getting together, gay eddie, bi steve, soulmates/true mates/scent mates, side buckingham

part one | part three

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Steve loved Robin more than he thought he could love anyone. She was the peanut butter to his jelly, the rock to his roll, the yin to his yang. He doesn't know how he managed as long as he did before meeting her, and he frankly doesn't know what he would do without her now. 

That being said, sometimes she does make Steve want to give himself another concussion. 

Lunch at the deli had been uneventful. They had eaten their sandwiches while nestled in the window booth in the back corner, turned to look out onto the streets of Chicago. Most of their conversation was driven by judgmental comments about passerby’s, ranging from jabs about interesting color choices on someone's tracksuit to monologues about wearing a faux fur coat with cheetah print leggings (“It’s the principle, Rob! You wouldn’t get it”).

After finishing their meals, the pair made their way across the street to the record store. Upon entry, Steve was surrounded by deep earthy scents, old vinyl and incense mingled with the fresh flowers growing in pots littered about. And that brought them to their current situation.

Robin was making a complete and utter fool out of herself. She was bright red in the face, and Steve couldn’t tell if it was from pure mortification or her complete lack of breathing for the past five minutes. As soon as a little blonde omega, introduced as Chrissy, emerged from the shelves to greet them and show them around, the alpha had not been able to stop her mouth from running and running. Now, normally in these situations, Steve would insert himself into Robin's one sided conversation and slow her down, purely to rescue the other person from being roped into a woven tale of at least six subjects at once. But after one look at Chrissy, and the adoration and attentiveness in her expression, he decided to leave it be. 

At the back corner of the shop was a small gathering of armchairs, a loveseat, and a small wooden coffee table. Plopping down into the comfiest looking chair, leaving the girls to their own devices, Steve pulled out his phone to start tackling the sea of messages he had received during the night. 

Dusty

12:58 AM: STEVE

STEVEN

12:59 AM: STEVEN HARRINGTON

STEVEN LOUISE HARRINGTON

1:01 AM: do you even love me anymore

1:08 AM: if i were dying i'd be dead by now

1:14 AM: ☠️☠️🩸🩸

1:27 AM: okay whatever goodnight steven text me when you’re  alive again ig 🙄

11:39 AM: Jesus Christ kid

That’s not even my name

11:40 AM: Did you die?

11:41 AM: no

11:41 AM: So what was so important?

11:43 AM: before i say anything i want to remind you that  i know all of your secrets and also you love me sooo much  and you’re the best babysitter ever and you owe me for  letting my mom hire you at the shop

11:44 AM: Dustin. What did you do.

11:44 AM: nothing!

i didn’t do anything i swear on my mother

11:45 AM: Okay…

So…?

11:46 AM: my favorite band is playing here next month but its an 18+ show

mom would never come with me, she’d have a heart attack i think

so i need you to take me

11:48 AM: i can pay for your ticket if you want!

11:50 AM: steve?

A loud crash echoed from within the shop, followed by an extremely disheveled Robin popping her head into the nook. "I need your help."

—

Leaving the girls was both the best and worst decision Steve could have made. 

In the ten minutes of inattentiveness, the alpha had managed to talk for seven of them consecutively. After realizing she had been talking herself in circles, she tried to reign it in, which ultimately ended in her accidental confession of attraction towards Chrissy. That then led to a kiss-turned-make-out, in which Robin had tried to push the shorter girl against a wall for more leverage. However, blinded by her circumstances, she pushed the omega into one of the shelves, effectively knocking it and its contents to the ground. They were old antique shelves that had been modified with basket-drawers to store records and other miscellaneous objects, they were heavy . 

Steve would be upset, but the dark blush and lovesick smile never quite left Robin's face. 

With that mess dealt with, he was finally able to respond to Dustin. He shot a quick 'Sure. Just LMK the deets ' text and slid his phone back into his pocket. Chrissy led them both back to the nook, bustling about and making sure they were comfortable.

"Steve, I am so incredibly sorry about that! Please sit here, let me go grab something and I'll be right back!" She dashed off down a small hallway towards the back of the building.

Steve shook his head at Robin, sighing loudly. "Couldn't keep it in your pants?"

The alpha huffed and looked away. She huffed again, this time more of a sniff. And then again. 

"Steve, are you fucking with me or something?"

Furrowing his eyebrows, he followed suit in her actions by taking his own sniff of the air. "What? What's going on?"

She continues sniffing, seemingly following the scent. Standing from her spot on the loveseat, laser focused on tracking, she walks right over to Steve.

"Your scent, it's changing. I knew it was different this morning! I know what you smell like, dingus. And you don't smell like you anymore. Well, okay, you still smell like you! But it's like you're roasting apples in the woods on a camping trip. And you've always smelled like apples, so I'm glad that's the same, but now it's different. Has anything weird happened lately? Have you felt different at all? Do you have a fever?" Her curiosity morphs into concern and she starts placing her hands over the omegas face, seeing if she can tell the temperature. "I've never been good at this. Should we go to the doctor? Do we need an ambulance? Shit, did you get poisoned?"

Steve grabbed her hands firmly, guiding them to his chest and taking a deep breath. "Breathe. I'm not dying, Robs. I think I'd know if I was." He takes a few more measured breaths, pulling her down into his lap for a hug. 

After he was sure she was calm, he relaxed his grip, but didn't let go. "I was actually meaning to ask you about something. Nothing bad, I promise! I just... I had this really weird dream last night and I woke up convinced it had actually happened. I was so convinced there would be physical proof, but there wasn't any. But I could smell the alpha in my dream. Have you ever had a dream where you could smell the other people?"

Robin looked at him calculatingly, a crease forming in her brow at the thought. "No, never. I didn't think it was a thing that happened."

"Exactly. I could smell him, birdie. I could feel him. It was real . Until it wasn't. I woke up heartbroken. For no real reason." He sighed once more, lowering his gaze to his fingers rested in his lap.

"Okay, I am so sorry once again, and I had no intention to eavesdrop whatsoever, but I want to help." Chrissy emerged from the hallway with a plate of mini cupcakes, a sheepish expression. 

Steve waved her off. "It's all good. If you don't think I'm crazy, I don't mind suggestions."

She set the plate of cupcakes onto the coffee table and sat down on the loveseat. Robin quickly scrambled off of Steve to sit next to the other omega, shooting him an apologetic glance. 

"So, basically, I read this book once, out of pure curiosity, that was about fate and the universe and all that. It had a whole section about how, years and years ago, alphas and omegas were randomly going through what seemed to be second presentations. It started with scent changes, and apparently a lot of people experienced some sort of initial mental connection. These changes were way less severe, and oftentimes not noticeable until a random heat or rut was triggered. When that would happen, it was always a pair at a time, one alpha and one omega. The moment they would smell the other for the first time is the moment their respective presentations would complete. They'd come out the other side bonded and, most often, pupped. Their bodies were preparing."

Steve stared at Chrissy, mouth agape. "Preparing for what, exactly?"

"Their soulmate!"

[shallowseeker]

DEAN: *is all watery-eyed and weird when cas dies the first time*

CAS: *returns and is very, very Cranky (TM) and yelling at everyone*

Instead of being happy, relieved, or appreciative of one another's fighting spirit outright, they fall into a pattern of fighting and banter. They're full of fear, fatalism, and their own discordant Hail-Mary-style ideas.

And they disagree with each other. Their fear, in general, manifests in being short with one another and hilariously calling each other's plans stupid.

They're very immature and ill-equipped to handle caring about each other, basically. It's kinda cute.

They could say "thank you," or "I'm glad you're okay." Instead? Cas flies out of the gate, bossily laying into them about needing to be more careful. Later, he arrives at the hospital and calls the plan of fighting Lucifer stupid.

When Dean responds that Cas's plan is even stupider, Cas tells Dean that he wasn't worth rebelling for at all because he's a failure and should shut the Hell up.

Glorious.

There's so much Weird tension getting in the way of what should be a renewed brother-in-arms-friendship. It should be simple, a hearty hug between friends, some thuds on the back—you know, a simple "we made it, brother!" style of camaraderie.

Instead, they're weird about it.

///

And while Dean is usuallyweird (he's a weird, word-vomitey guy at heart), he's being epically weird in 5x03.

I'd say he's being even weirder than Cas is at times, and not just about his nervousness surrounding personal space.

It's everything.

It's even played for laughs a little bit. Cas says a lot of weird shit to the cop, and then somehow gains the cop's trust anyway.

Right after this, the cop calls Dean out, but not Cas.

"Uh, no, Kolchak."

In the end, Cas winds up having the advantage in this bizarre exchange. In a surprise twist, the officer has responded better to Cas's frank honesty than to Dean's sarcasm and indirectness.

///

But anyway, it's no wonder Dean's being odd. Man's Hella stressed.

Per the conversation with Sam at the end of 5x01, Dean is barely hanging in there. "He's trying." But he's also feeling the weight of his own fatalism. "I'll fight, but we haven't got a snowball's chance in Hell of winning."

And I personally think he's still anxious post-Cas's first death.

That's a frightening thing to contend with, that one of your strongest, "seemingly invincible" Superman allies can die. It rocks the tenuous stability beneath your feet, so to speak.

Here's the strangest thing: Cas asks Dean to go on a mission with him. But even after Cas straight-up tells Dean no angel would dare harm him, Dean assumes that they're both going to die anyway.

...

I think this speaks to Dean's issues focusing. His anxiety must be through the roof, because he's usually so good at hanging on to details like that.

There's also his guilt surrounding Cas facing Raphael alone the first time. And it's coming out this way.

This time, he's automatically cast himself in the role of being there alongside Cas, dying alongside him.

It's not until later that his denial falls away and the truth catches up to him, that Cas means to die alone:

Cas repeats himself, that the archangel wouldn't dare harm Dean:

This is not a revelation.

Cas told him as such right off the bat. But like in the scene with Chuck, Dean's brain prefers to dive straight into denial.

It's interesting for a character like Dean. He's VERY used to losing people, but with Cas, there's a creeping denial and disappointment clouding the whole thing.

There's probably already a crush there... it's coming out in watery eyes and hilarious ADHD-word vomit (Thelma-Louise, fussing about personal space and then getting into his personal space, Bert-n-Ernie-are-gay, last night on earth) because Dean doesn't know what to do with it.

He doesn't know how to handle the confusing mix of feelings. He had a lot of them when Cas died the first time. Now, where can that energy even go?

The face journey he goes on as he realizes Cas is expecting to die... again.

It's a little sad, tbh.

///

And then later, when they face off against Raphael, facing him together as Raphael enters "their" kitchen, Dean's fears all come out as jokes and banter again.

It's his preferred defense mechanism against strong emotions. He's worried, but he can't show it.

///

Another thing.

I think it's neat that they're squatting in this cute, dilapidated house.

Raphael appears in a kitchen, recreating the circumstances of Cas's first death in Chuck's kitchen.

Some other cute details about the house they're chosen. Dean has his usual cooler, but here he's put it near the hearth of the home, one of his motifs. He acts as bait, drawing Raphael nearer while Cas moves to attack him.

But the specter of the hearth is still meaningful.

And while Dean distracts Raphael, they lure him deeper into the home, a space they're controlling together.

And still, they banter. Cause they're immature and adorable.

DEAN: "Don't look at me it was his idea."

Aside// The lantern and the beer bottles.

Here, we get another glimpse of their symbols. For Cas, it's this dark lantern on the table; it's been on the table "with him"on his side" since the very beginning of squatting in this house.

It symbolizes both Cas himself and this concept of Dean waiting for him. "Where have you been?"

The fact that this lantern is OUT is a callback to Cas's death, and a nod to his current fatalism.

///

Actually, the house they're squatting in IS pretty cute. The table they sit at together is cute. Here we have the two of them, mutually aching over their absent fathers... and reeling over the painful, complicated brokenness and betrayals with their respective brothers (Raphael, Sam).

The inside of this house is "dead and dusty," but there's new growth just peeking into the window. Greenness. Renewal.

This living room, where they're spending time together, also contains important Dean-Cas symbols: empty chairs, lanterns, and an unlit hearth.

While the two of them are trying desperately to fix their respective families, they're automatically carving out their own living space together, instinctually, almost without knowing or trying.

It's also funny that we see some of the strife that will color their relationship. It looks like Dean wound up doing a lot of waiting around, and he's irritated about it.

Note the prominently lit empty Cas-chair. While Cas runs off to do his suicidal Heaven errands, Dean waits up for him in a room with a hearth and a conspicuously placed lantern.

Cas appears in front of the stairs. Later, these stairs will be prominently lit by the only lit lantern in the entire house.

///

Here we go. Dean and Cas return to face off against Raphael in the house they've come to bond in—in a home they control. Now, the stairs are highlighted by a homey, welcoming light.

It's the only lantern on.

It leads upstairs to the bedroom, or it's a nod to "Heaven" if you prefer that reading.

But it seems to me that this light is conspicuous like, despite the storm and the power outage, these two are carrying a secret torch for each other, a nascent longing to cobble a life together.

Raphael's pyrotechnics are exploding all the lights except this one, after all. Perhaps the lighted stairs represent them as a Heaven-Earth unit, Heaven + home, the one who guards the door + and the one who lights the hearth:

///

And goodness, some of these images are lovely.

Raphael breaks the window, letting the storm into the little nook they'd carved for themselves.

The lantern and the beer bottle.

That's their table!

It's funny. It's almost like they instinctively gravitate to trying to fix/rebuild a home when they're together. They naturally want to fall into this weird... rhythm of life.

It's maybe a bit spooky for them, it maybe unnerves them, and they don't know what to do with that. They've both got so much baggage with their respective families that they mostly try to ignore it, and they get pissy and short with each other as a result of ignoring it and circling this...

...confusing thing.

[ceilidho]

there was a lot of moments in the movie where i was like “ceilidh mustve been screaming rn” bc you’re right it was just on the verge of a dark romance plot but this just makes me curious of all your thoughts on the movie. please spill i want to hear every thought in that sexy mind we all know and love

ahhahahha no for real, the friend I went with and I were GIGGLING the whole time.

Here r some of my thoughts in no particular order (spoilers ahead):

- james mcavoy is so fucking hot I’m going to chew my hands off. Like he oozes sexuality. (Also - I cant say what I know, but I have a friend that works in theatre in London who has it on good authority that he’s genuinely the best guy imaginable, like if you guys knew you’d stan him so fucking hard. But I’ve been sworn to shut my mouth lol)

- I thought the relationship dynamics were so interesting. Like there were times when I couldn’t be sure whether Paddy and Ciara genuinely liked Louise and Ben or if they never wavered in their plan to ultimately rob and kill them. Because that car scene with Paddy and Ben felt very much like Paddy’s feelings were genuinely hurt, like he was under the impression that he and Ben were buddies. And then them screaming together in the middle of nowhere?? I was so convinced there would be a twist where Paddy and Ciara offered them a choice to stay with them on the farm

- so so enjoyed the way Ben seemed to subconsciously mirror Paddy throughout the course of the movie (rubbing Louise’s shoulders and feet after Paddy did, saying things in a similar way, agreeing with Paddy, etc)…he wanted that male validation so fucking bad. It took him nearly losing his family to shake the mild male worship he had of Paddy. And it just goes to show the way men will sometimes protect each other even when they don’t know each other and have no real connection - I mean, his WIFE was telling him “we need to leave, these people - especially the husband - make me uncomfortable” and Ben kept making excuses for him!!!

- I can’t even say Ben as a character redeemed himself because even at the end he couldn’t kill Paddy??? Even after everything he did??? Just very odd.

- I don’t dislike the Dalton girl by any means (forget her name) but good fucking lord who CARES ABOUT THAT STUFFED RABBIT. They almost got away the first time and her making them go back almost killed them if it hadn’t been for Louise’s quick thinking and bravery. (On that note- I fucking adored Louise. I completely get why you semi cheated on your lame husband, queen)

- overall, I thought it was such a fun movie and PERSONALLY I enjoy good endings, so I’m glad that this movie didn’t try to completely replicate Speak No Evil (2022). It was that concept but with the “good ending” like in a video game. And it felt very earned and I was so so happy. The tension was CRAZY though, I for sure thought one of them would die before the end.