#I need to get my mojo for getting things done timely back

[macabrecabra]

Awake and back to art fight things! Goal this year is to do all full-bodies and half-bodies for my attacks as want to improve on getting faster at drawing figures with simple shading/full shading.

also need to finish that last dragon commission....the background/character is just so detailed and difficult 8'3 it has been intimidating me for months....

ALSO want to post updated character refs as want to give my own blorbos some love while I got the free time! Starting with a character that finishes up the trio of Aza and Pya (they had a third friendo but he's been sitting in the corner, only talked about, never updated)

...and maybe answer ask art. I'm so bad at answering asks with art... *sobs and stares at ancient asks*

[bookishdiplodocus]

The Neurodivergent Writer’s Guide to Fun and Productivity

(Even when life beats you down)

Look, I’m a mom, I have ADHD, I’m a spoonie. To say that I don’t have heaps of energy to spare and I struggle with consistency is an understatement. For years, I tried to write consistently, but I couldn’t manage to keep up with habits I built and deadlines I set.

So fuck neurodivergent guides on building habits, fuck “eat the frog first”, fuck “it’s all in the grind”, and fuck “you just need time management”—here is how I manage to write often and a lot.

Focus on having fun, not on the outcome

This was the groundwork I had to lay before I could even start my streak. At an online writing conference, someone said: “If you push yourself and meet your goals, and you publish your book, but you haven’t enjoyed the process… What’s the point?” and hoo boy, that question hit me like a truck.

I was so caught up in the narrative of “You’ve got to show up for what’s important” and “Push through if you really want to get it done”. For a few years, I used to read all these productivity books about grinding your way to success, and along the way I started using the same language as they did. And I notice a lot of you do so, too.

But your brain doesn’t like to grind. No-one’s brain does, and especially no neurodivergent brain. If having to write gives you stress or if you put pressure on yourself for not writing (enough), your brain’s going to say: “Huh. Writing gives us stress, we’re going to try to avoid it in the future.”

So before I could even try to write regularly, I needed to teach my brain once again that writing is fun. I switched from countable goals like words or time to non-countable goals like “fun” and “flow”.

Rewire my brain: writing is fun and I’m good at it

I used everything I knew about neuroscience, psychology, and social sciences. These are some of the things I did before and during a writing session. Usually not all at once, and after a while I didn’t need these strategies anymore, although I sometimes go back to them when necessary.

I journalled all the negative thoughts I had around writing and try to reason them away, using arguments I knew in my heart were true. (The last part is the crux.) Imagine being supportive to a writer friend with crippling insecurities, only the friend is you.

Not setting any goals didn’t work for me—I still nurtured unwanted expectations. So I did set goals, but made them non-countable, like “have fun”, “get in the flow”, or “write”. Did I write? Yes. Success! Your brain doesn’t actually care about how high the goal is, it cares about meeting whatever goal you set.

I didn’t even track how many words I wrote. Not relevant.

I set an alarm for a short time (like 10 minutes) and forbade myself to exceed that time. The idea was that if I write until I run out of mojo, my brain learns that writing drains the mojo. If I write for 10 minutes and have fun, my brain learns that writing is fun and wants to do it again.

Reinforce the fact that writing makes you happy by rewarding your brain immediately afterwards. You know what works best for you: a walk, a golden sticker, chocolate, cuddle your dog, whatever makes you happy.

I conditioned myself to associate writing with specific stimuli: that album, that smell, that tea, that place. Any stimulus can work, so pick one you like. I consciously chose several stimuli so I could switch them up, and the conditioning stays active as long as I don’t muddle it with other associations.

Use a ritual to signal to your brain that Writing Time is about to begin to get into the zone easier and faster. I guess this is a kind of conditioning as well? Meditation, music, lighting a candle… Pick your stimulus and stick with it.

Specifically for rewiring my brain, I started a new WIP that had no emotional connotations attached to it, nor any pressure to get finished or, heaven forbid, meet quality norms. I don’t think these techniques above would have worked as well if I had applied them on writing my novel.

It wasn’t until I could confidently say I enjoyed writing again, that I could start building up a consistent habit. No more pushing myself.

I lowered my definition for success

When I say that nowadays I write every day, that’s literally it. I don’t set out to write 1,000 or 500 or 10 words every day (tried it, failed to keep up with it every time)—the only marker for success when it comes to my streak is to write at least one word, even on the days when my brain goes “naaahhh”. On those days, it suffices to send myself a text with a few keywords or a snippet. It’s not “success on a technicality (derogatory)”, because most of those snippets and ideas get used in actual stories later. And if they don’t, they don’t. It’s still writing. No writing is ever wasted.

A side note on high expectations, imposter syndrome, and perfectionism

Obviously, “Setting a ridiculously low goal” isn’t something I invented. I actually got it from those productivity books, only I never got it to work. I used to tell myself: “It’s okay if I don’t write for an hour, because my goal is to write for 20 minutes and if I happen to keep going for, say, an hour, that’s a bonus.” Right? So I set the goal for 20 minutes, wrote for 35 minutes, and instead of feeling like I exceeded my goal, I felt disappointed because apparently I was still hoping for the bonus scenario to happen. I didn’t know how to set a goal so low and believe it.

I think the trick to making it work this time lies more in the groundwork of training my brain to enjoy writing again than in the fact that my daily goal is ridiculously low. I believe I’m a writer, because I prove it to myself every day. Every success I hit reinforces the idea that I’m a writer. It’s an extra ward against imposter syndrome.

Knowing that I can still come up with a few lines of dialogue on the Really Bad Days—days when I struggle to brush my teeth, the day when I had a panic attack in the supermarket, or the day my kid got hit by a car—teaches me that I can write on the mere Bad-ish Days.

The more I do it, the more I do it

The irony is that setting a ridiculously low goal almost immediately led to writing more and more often. The most difficult step is to start a new habit. After just a few weeks, I noticed that I needed less time and energy to get into the zone. I no longer needed all the strategies I listed above.

Another perk I noticed, was an increased writing speed. After just a few months of writing every day, my average speed went from 600 words per hour to 1,500 wph, regularly exceeding 2,000 wph without any loss of quality.

Talking about quality: I could see myself becoming a better writer with every passing month. Writing better dialogue, interiority, chemistry, humour, descriptions, whatever: they all improved noticeably, and I wasn’t a bad writer to begin with.

The increased speed means I get more done with the same amount of energy spent. I used to write around 2,000-5,000 words per month, some months none at all. Nowadays I effortlessly write 30,000 words per month. I didn’t set out to write more, it’s just a nice perk.

Look, I’m not saying you should write every day if it doesn’t work for you. My point is: the more often you write, the easier it will be.

No pressure

Yes, I’m still working on my novel, but I’m not racing through it. I produce two or three chapters per month, and the rest of my time goes to short stories my brain keeps projecting on the inside of my eyelids when I’m trying to sleep. I might as well write them down, right?

These short stories started out as self-indulgence, and even now that I take them more seriously, they are still just for me. I don’t intend to ever publish them, no-one will ever read them, they can suck if they suck. The unintended consequence was that my short stories are some of my best writing, because there’s no pressure, it’s pure fun.

Does it make sense to spend, say, 90% of my output on stories no-one else will ever read? Wouldn’t it be better to spend all that creative energy and time on my novel? Well, yes. If you find the magic trick, let me know, because I haven’t found it yet. The short stories don’t cannibalize on the novel, because they require different mindsets. If I stopped writing the short stories, I wouldn’t produce more chapters. (I tried. Maybe in the future? Fingers crossed.)

Don’t wait for inspiration to hit

There’s a quote by Picasso: “Inspiration hits, but it has to find you working.” I strongly agree. Writing is not some mystical, muse-y gift, it’s a skill and inspiration does exist, but usually it’s brought on by doing the work. So just get started and inspiration will come to you.

Accountability and community

Having social factors in your toolbox is invaluable. I have an offline writing friend I take long walks with, I host a monthly writing club on Discord, and I have another group on Discord that holds me accountable every day. They all motivate me in different ways and it’s such a nice thing to share my successes with people who truly understand how hard it can be.

The productivity books taught me that if you want to make a big change in your life or attitude, surrounding yourself with people who already embody your ideal or your goal huuuugely helps. The fact that I have these productive people around me who also prioritize writing, makes it easier for me to stick to my own priorities.

Your toolbox

The idea is to have several techniques at your disposal to help you stay consistent. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket by focussing on just one technique. Keep all of them close, and if one stops working or doesn’t inspire you today, pivot and pick another one.

After a while, most “tools” run in the background once they are established. Things like surrounding myself with my writing friends, keeping up with my daily streak, and listening to the album I conditioned myself with don’t require any energy, and they still remain hugely beneficial.

Do you have any other techniques? I’d love to hear about them!

I hope this was useful. Happy writing!

[ckret2]

I know you semi hyperfixation is/was on samurai jack, and ppg was only related for the au, but do you have any hcs on ppg you want to share?

Okay sure. PPG was my show when I was like, nine—there's a distinct possibility I read more fanfics about PPG than about any other fandoms except Invader Zim & Transformers—plus I just rewatched the entirety of PPG in a failed effort to distract myself from Samurai Jack, so I've got a few fresh ones:

— There has been at least one wild one-night stand between Prof. Utonium and Him. I don't know when, I don't know how, but it's happened, and then they just tacitly agreed to never talk about it. No emotions involved, purely just sex. They both enjoyed it, they both regret it, and they'd both do it again.

so, now that I have your attention,

— Most of the people who live & work nearest to Mojo's volcano are like, weirdly fond of him.

Sure if he comes into your store there's a 50% chance he'll steal his weekly groceries but there's also a 50% chance he'll forget he's supposed to be evil and actually pay for them. He's either DELIBERATELY a menace because that's his thing, or else he's grumpy yet extremely formal and polite. And he has such interesting stuff at his garage sales. And he HAS saved the world a few times, he's not so bad! And let's be real: a chimp walking around in a little suit and a little cape is ADORABLE.

When you're that close to his lair you see him just going about his normal daily business WAY more often than you see him doing his supervillain stuff (and you might even be comparatively safe there, since if he's got some new giant robot, he usually won't start kicking down buildings where they might fall on his own lair), so everyone just sorta got used to him.

Now they miss him when he's in jail. When he comes back to one of his regular haunts after a long absence people will go "Hey, Mojo, you're back! Didja break out again or get out early for good behavior?" "What an asinine question that is, the answer to which would be obvious if you stopped for a moment to consider the personality and temperament of the person to whom you are addressing it, which is me. I BROKE out!" "Haha, that's our Mojo!"

Mojo has NO idea the neighbors like him.

Also I like writing his dialogue.

— I don't think conquering/ruling the world actually appeals to Him that much. Yeah, it's CURRENTLY his goal; but I think he just wants as many people to suffer as possible, and recognizes that if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. If that means he needs to wear the crown, then so be it.

But if somebody else sufficiently evil conquered the world first and made everybody sufficiently miserable, he wouldn't intervene, he'd just sit back and let 'em rule. This is great. Free buffet.

— When I first watched the show as a kid, I was inexplicably fascinated by Him. Something about Him just compelled me in a way that was instinctively familiar—familiar in the sense of part of the family—but that I was incapable of expressing in words.

This is because, at 9 years old, I did not know about queer people. But even so, in my heart of hearts, I already knew that demon was queer as hell.

But now it's 2025 and we can get a lot more specific than that.

I don't think anybody's gonna be surprised if I say I headcanon Him as having some kinda genderfluid-genderfucky nonbinary thing going on. He strikes me as the exact polar opposite of the agender, genderless, androgynous side of the trans umbrella; he's like, maximum gender. As much gender as possible. Not always the same gender but at LEAST one gender at all times, often more. Primarily juggling male and female but if you hand Him a fresh new gender he'll try it on for a few days to see how he likes it. However if you hand Him a neopronoun he'll toss it in the trash. He uses he/Him pronouns ONLY, regardless of what his gender is up to.

No idea what his orientation is. Only that it includes Prof Utonium.

— Just to cover both sides, I feel obligated to mention that Prof Utonium is 99% sure he's straight.

Was 99% sure he's straight.

— Trace amounts of Chemical X sometimes get in the water and/or food supply. (Not due to Prof. Utonium; he's getting his supply from somewhere else and that's where the accidental poisoning comes from too.) Chemical X can build up in the body like heavy metals.

Unlike taking an acute short-term dose of Chemical X, which gives you powers then wears off quickly, long-term low-grade Chemical X poisoning that results in bits getting permanently incorporated in the body can cause symptoms that include, most commonly, turning people green; but at the low doses you'd get from ingesting tiny bits of it slowly, it typically doesn't grant any power, you just get weird symptoms. And this is why there are just,, randomly some green people running around in Townsville. Hence: the Gangreen Gang.

Obviously, Mojo's also green due to permanently having Chemical X in his biology, but he DID get a big enough dose to get (brain) power. The girls are about the only people with Chemical X permanently in their system that AREN'T green, due to their other ingredients balancing it out.

— this isn't an actual current headcanon but when I was nine I convinced myself that Snake was, like, cool & smart & actually had charisma. lol. lmfao. this is what happens when you're a small child who really likes snakes: you see a snake and you WANT him to be cool.

— I think as adults the Powerpuff Girls have grown fingers and toes. Their bodies are still pretty weird in other ways, like they still have the bug eyes and disproportionately short torsos compared to their arms/legs, but for some reason missing fingers/toes strikes me as a juvenile trait.

Unfortunately, this means that when their normal classmates are dealing with puberty symptoms like zits and hair growing in weird places and bra shopping, THEY'RE dealing with puberty symptoms like weird little nubby fingers and toes. You know how babies teethe and it's a miserable painful affair? That's how the girls get fingernails. It's uncomfortable and soooo embarrassing. They're wearing mittens to class in August.

Buttercup is in her edgy preteen phase and going HEY YOU WANNA SEE WHICH ONE OF MINE'S THE LONGEST NOW?? 🖕

That winter for the first time they get gloves with fingers, and are confused that they don't also get socks with toes.

Their handwriting is horrible for the next few months.

— If you stick all the local villains together in a big room, eventually Mojo and Him will drift over to each other and start shit talking everyone else in the room.

— All three girls go through a supervillain phase before they reach adulthood. Like, actual voluntary supervillain phase, not like when Bubbles knocked her head and thought she was Mojo.

Buttercup's comes first, to nobody's surprise. Let's be real, she's already having micro-supervillain phases as a kindergartener, and the local villains have the dental records to prove it. She might even have more than one villain phase.

Lotta things could triggered it—hanging out with a bad, "cool" crowd? Greed? Just, angry at the world? Frustration with their recurring villains and deciding to deal with them more permanently? Got in a fight with Prof. Utonium and shouted "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME, NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!" and flew out of the house and an hour later half of downtown's on fire? Side effect of that demonic bargain she performed to become Mange? Why does nobody ever talk about that demonic bargain.

— Bubbles has hers next. Her love of cute animals progressively expands to include a broader and broader range of animals, until it includes the kaiju of Monster Isle. She starts refusing to fight them, then fights Buttercup and Blossom when THEY fight them, and THEN she just flies to Monster Isle, declares that she's moving there and joining them, and says from now on she's protecting them from ALL threats. Including Townsville. Naturally, they run rampant.

Bubbles's supervillain phase lasts the longest of the girls. She remains close friends with the monsters after that. She still refuses to fight them, but now if she goes "pllleease stop destroying the city, if you do and I don't stop you I'm gonna get in troubllle 🥺" they'll usually go all right okay fine. If the monster's in town specifically looking for a sparring match with the girls they'll willingly relocate out of town for the fight, now that the monsters can just ask for a match rather than have to goad the girls into it.

She might get a job working with the monsters after graduation.

— Blossom's supervillain phase is the last and most devastating.

She tries to take over the world.

She's the smartest, she's the best leader, she knows what it would take to make the world a better place, if everybody would just listen to her then she could make everything perfect, AND IF THEY WON'T CHOOSE TO LISTEN TO HER, THEN MAYBE SHE SHOULD FORCE THEM TO.

Mojo's like "Now YOU understand how I feel EVERY SINGLE DAY!"

He's genuinely impressed by the planning and intricacy of her evil scheme. He thereafter starts calling her up to workshop his own evil schemes before he executes them and she always goes "Mojooo I gave up villainy, I'm NOT gonna help you with your plot" and then she helps him with his plot. Because if somebody's doing something wrong she's irresistibly compelled to correct them.

It's 50/50 whether she then tells his scheme to the other girls.

— Now, I don't say this very often. I consider this a high honor that I award only to the most worthy and well-qualified. But I think there's compelling canonical evidence to support the theory that Mojo Jojo is an AuDHD king.

— You know how sometimes the kinks that people develop are a response to the traumas & taboos that happened to be twisting around in their heads when their libidos were developing, and so they end up with kinks that either lean into or buck against the fucked up stuff they dealt with as kids and being able to reinterpret that part of their life in a safe sexual context helps them reclaim a little power over those situations?

On a completely different topic, you know that one episode with that super sweet and charming substitute teacher Mr. Green who loves children and brings cookies to class and is always kind and caring and patient, and also he's a fanged horned green monster who dresses like an evil wizard? And he kindly and caringly and patiently teaches the Powerpuff Girls—right after they tried to attack him—that you can't judge people by their appearances, even "icky" "ugly" monsters? Remember him?

You think he's probably been getting treated like that his whole life for being a nice monster?

So anyway Mr. Green has a super secret very embarrassing erotic fantasy about being a noble knight in shining armor slaying a terrible evil monster. Sexually. With his "sword." And also a literal sword.

Which he feels horribly guilty about. He knows how awfully monsters are treated! He is one! Why would he get off to leaning into the worst propaganda? But hey, you don't get to choose what kinks your brain hands you.

So on weekends he hangs out around Townsville's gay scene quietly searching for a huge terrifying-looking monster who likes to bottom and has a humiliating erotic fantasy about being slain by a hero.

— way back in 2002, Mojo's sob story to manipulate the girls in the movie totally worked on me too. I forever after believed deep in my heart that Mojo should become a good guy and reconcile with the Powerpuff Girls. (AND LOOK WHO WAS RIGHT. LOOK WHO WAS RIGHT! 9-YEAR-OLD ME VINDICATED, BABY!!! sorry I only just saw Powerpuff Girls Rule for the first time like three days ago and I'm still riding that high.)

Anyway, over 20 years later, Mojo's sob story in the movie is STILL working on me. And I'm STILL heartbroken that Prof Utonium rejected his accidental simian son even though Mojo was just trying to manipulate him, too. I want that chimp to get unconditional love and acceptance poured on him until it seeps through the aloof supervillain shell he's built around his heart, and I want it NOW!

And even if he stays a villain, I want the Utonium family to fully acknowledge him as their weird estranged son & brother! He should get invited to family dinners, dammit! He should get a birthday party with the girls! Technically he wasn't born that day, but I doubt anybody kept hold of the records of when Jojo was actually born, so it's close enough!

[formiito]

mojo pin ; leon s kennedy

author's note: so uhm i'm an idiot and unhealthily obsessed with this man so i wrote this thing at 4am. listened to an ungodly amount of jeff buckley. yes this is a bsd account but i do write multifandom. more in my master list (still wip fml) enjoy!!

The sensation of blood rests sticky on his fingertips. When he scrambles to wipe it, he somehow feels more dirty than before, sullying everything that receives the tainted touch. The wound of disgust that presses ever so relentlessly into his chest, the knife of shame that he twists further within him; will the pain make it right?

Every sound grows dull by the time it reaches his ears. Sharp orders and rapid gunshots melt into a common noise, a cacophony that pushes his legs to run to wherever he's instructed to, that reload another magazine into his gun. In the brief second that passes before the body hits the ground with a thud that is lost among the chaos; the act of aiming is the only one that feels conscious in the moment of concentration.

The instant where life shatters like fragile glass and feels no more consequential than a coffee cup broken on the floor. Because it's so easy to take a life, because he is supposed to do so. In the unrecognisable, necrotic bodies that dot the floor of the laboratory and paint it's white canvas with sanguine, there is nothing human. Only a decrepit shell of what could've been. The weight that sits on his chest and permeates every cavity and every vessel feels like a complete embrace. Leon is aware that it is not guilt. For guilt implies that he would do things differently if there were a choice. 

Even if he would've, nothing would have changed. It would be another man standing here, with no future left to live for and a past mired with the same familiar taint on his hands. Ultimately, there would be no difference if it were him or someone else, for there are certain things in this world that nobody wants to do but have to be done. Only the instant where the man is reduced to a vessel remains, where he is no more living than a knife or a gun. It doesn't matter if there were choices that could've set him on a different path, or if the future has chosen a better trajectory. For he's already been deconstructed into something inglorious, visceral, instinctual; the need to survive. 

It's clear, this feeling isn't quite guilt. It doesn't feel like something that evolved in him by itself, but rather was inflicted, time and time again. The sticky wound that's comforting in it's sting and warmth, for it reminds him that there is something vulnerable in him that is capable of being harmed, that there is something he has to lose. The reminder of fragile flesh is something that is entirely his. This body may never be free from harm; but the sting of it's cuts remind him that it's still his.

The moment no longer holds the same clarity as it did a few minutes back. It must be a trick of the eye that the ceiling seems to melt into the floor as he continues to run, that the world gets less clear with the growing distance. And just when he is convinced his body will finally break down and give into the sweet embrace of the cold laboratory floor, all is silenced at once.

The illusion breaks as his eyes open, and what greets him is not a laboratory covered in gore, but the pristine walls of his own room glazed in the cool tones of moonlight. A figure uncertain and blurred, something touching his face, velvet soft and barely there. Your face appears unfamiliar when veiled by the sheen of tears in his eyes, those that are still dripping without his consent. It fills him with sense of shame, not due to the act of crying—he has never felt weak for allowing himself that solace—but for getting caught. Your hazy features linger in his gaze; concerned no doubt, this is already a common occurrence for the both of you. In the soft light, you seem more like an apparition, something dreamlike. You will disappear when he wakes up from this delusion too.

Won't you?

His tears are wiped quickly, though not without thought. Leon isn't stupid enough to entirely dismiss how you treat him. There has always been uncertainty in your hands whenever you have reached out to him, vascillating between a gentle touch and a ghostlike graze; as if you don't know how to touch him. As if he was something to treat carefully, like he could break any more than he already has. You treat him like something that can be salvaged. It's not something he can understand, but he knows it everytime you touch him. Sometimes, he feels like he's sustaining off your faith alone. He resents it so much, the taste of you is bitter on his tongue and he's sure he doesn't like feeling this weak, but he needs it. He's always known that he's needed it.

His blue eyes take in the exhaustion that lingers on your own; you couldn't sleep again. You never get tired, and he can't remember the last times he's been anything but tired. He isn't surprised when you don't ask him about why he's crying, why his hands feel cold and clammy or why his heart is racing in his chest like it's begging to be set free of the mortal confine, to render itself apart from bone and flesh— you question none of it because you know as well as he does that he doesn't want to remember. 

Leon can only do what he knows best. Take your hand away from his face, press a finger to your mouth when you're about to speak. Then pull you back to bed, making you lay down once again. "Just a bad dream. Don't think about it." Doesn't bother distinguishing whether he's trying to convince you or him. After a certain point, he had accepted that it doesn't matter. Your presence felt so natural , it might as well just be his.

Your affection feels the same as the weight that compresses his chest. But yours is not the warmth of an open wound or a bitter anger. Yours is that of the hot knife that cuts the heaviness in his chest like butter. You make yourself a spot in the gallery of broken hopes and missed opportunities that he calls his heart and purify the rot within. He wishes you could depollute him entirely. Twist that hot knife in deeper so that perhaps you could kill the source of his regret too. 

But he's no longer that naive. There is no curing his disease. His regrets are not something that can be chased away by basic kindness. He's learning to live with it, and this he knows has little to do with you. He'd only ever change if he wanted to. But he can't deny how your touch makes him feel, how it eases the moral rot that clings to his hands, face, hair—wherever blood that isn't his own had touched—and takes off it's taint, even just for a moment. 

He can hear you silently complaining when you're trapped in his grip. You're being unreasonable, honestly, it's a work night and you still think it's a good idea to not get any rest? 

"Come on, just go to sleep, you know you gotta get up early tomorrow."

"I'm gonna call in sick."

"Well I'm not, so stop moving so much."

You halfheartedly joke that he's being unfair to you, and all he can do is smile faintly as he hides his bloodshot eyes in your hair. Tonight, atleast, he won't let you go till you fall asleep. Even if it means he has to listen to you make smartass comments for a few more minutes. It's worth it when you can't help but close your eyes, and he can rest too. This body will never be safe from harm, but he always knows that you won't shy away from putting back the pieces of it together. All complete with a gentle touch.

[saphronethaleph]

Mark My Hamill

Slowly, almost reverently, Rey climbed the stairs on Atch-To. One at a time, looking around curiously to see what the home of the original Jedi was like.

It was… hallowed ground. Ground that sent a thrill through her with every step, because this was where the Jedi Order had begun.

Where the Force had first been harnessed, or… maybe even that wasn’t the right way to word it.

Where mortals… where beings had first learned to listen to the Force.

And she was here to make contact with Luke Skywalker.

Then she came over the lip of the island’s peak, and… stopped.

“Um,” she began.

Because she hadn’t really known exactly what to expect, but what she was faced with was not it. She’d… sort of anticipated a human.

Instead, the… person?… she’d found was a kind of reptilian creature, maybe ten metres long and festooned with spikes, with a yellow belly and purple body half-covered by furled purple-black wings. And it – he? - had three reddish horns, rising up from a very unhuman head.

“Well?” asked the being, and the voice sounded about right, at least. There were stranger harmonics to it, but it certainly sounded like the few recordings Chewbacca had had lying around of Master Luke’s voice.

...or, close, anyway.

But that would mean…

“Are you… Master Luke?” she asked. “Because… based on his sister, I was expecting a human?”

“Oh, this,” the creature replied. “That’s a vision quest gone wrong. Or, well, a vision quest can’t go wrong. It’s a vision quest that didn’t quite go like I was expecting. And to answer your question… no, I’m not. Not any more.”

Rey’s confusion must have been plain on her face, because Luke (?) sighed, shaking his head.

“A Jedi,” he said, slowly and carefully. “Is in tune with the Light Side of the Force, and in a state of inner peace. A Jedi Master has a duty and responsibility to pass on their understanding of the Force to the others, and after the absolute pile of bantha leavings that I made out of my attempt I am quite clear that I am no good at it.”

He extended a wing, examining it. “And when I tried to get back my mojo, well… vision quest. I ended up looking like this, and quite honestly I don’t think the Force could have given me a better signal that I was urgently required to retire very quickly before something got even worse.”

Rey’s mind ground away at that for several seconds.

“...the Force turned you into this?” she asked.

“Did Leia teach you anything?” Luke demanded. “The Force is the energy of the entire universe. It is more powerful than the destruction of stars. It is the workings of fate and what holds all of reality together, and a mere infant who has the slightest connection to the Force can outmuscle the combined gravity of a planet simply by desiring that it be done. The Force is capable of all things, and all things are possible through the Force. So yes, the Force turned me into this.”

He chuckled. “The Force is mighty and powerful and strong. It is not tame. It is never tame. Do not make that mistake…”

Then Luke shook his head.

“And now I’m teaching again… I should really make sure to not do that.”

“But-” Rey began, then stopped and tried again. “We need your help!”

“To do what, exactly?” Luke asked.

Rey held out the lightsaber, then stopped, because she’d belatedly realized that Luke didn’t really have a way to use it.

“To stop the First Order,” she said, instead.

Luke chuckled.

“You don’t want that,” he said. “You might think you do, but you don’t.”

“Don’t tell me what I want,” Rey said, stung.

“I don’t mean you,” Luke countered. “I mean the galaxy. Because – if you look to a single person to save you, then you’re demanding that they solve all the problems that come along. That means asking them to rule the galaxy, in the end… the New Republic had a chance to create a durable institution that didn’t need anyone to save it. And what’s happened to it now?”

Rey shook her head.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I literally don’t know. About two days ago I’d never set foot on a spaceship and I’d never left Jakku.”

“Jakku?” Luke repeated. “Wow. And I thought I was from a dump.”

Rey felt very slightly offended on behalf of her homeworld, but that was entirely swamped by the much stronger sensation of agreeing with Luke in every particular about that selfsame homeworld.

Luke chuckled, seeing her expression.

“Anything else?” he asked.

“...can you teach me how to use the Force?” Rey asked. “If you’re not going to help. Maybe I can.”

“I said, the Force sent me a message that I should not do any more teaching,” Luke retorted.

“Was it a message not to teach, or a message not to interfere?” Rey challenged. “Or was it just that you ended up turned into a ten metre flying purple lizard, and you interpreted the rest of it the way you wanted?”

Luke laid his head on his paws, inspecting her.

“...interesting,” he said. “All right. Tell me why I should help you.”

“Because Kylo Ren and Snoke are both on the side of the First Order,” Rey replied. “If there are Jedi and no Dark Jedi, then that leads to peace – but if there are Dark Jedi and nobody on the side of the light?”

Luke blew air out of his muzzle.

“...hmm,” he mused. “All right, we may as well see what happens.”

“We’ve secured the escape pod,” one of the stormtroopers reported, standing to attention, and Kylo Ren nodded approvingly.

“Good,” he said. “It is just as Supreme Leader Snoke foresaw. The scavenger girl has turned herself in. It is her destiny.”

He reached up, and opened the pod door.

Then stared.

“...er,” he began.

“I know,” said Rey’s voice, coming out of a kind of sleek black-purple winged lizard about two metres long, with her staff held poised in a wickedly curled tail tipped by a sharp blade. “Vision quest. Don’t ask. Where’s Snoke?”

Kylo pointed, more or less because he couldn’t think what not to do, and Rey-the-lizard breathed out a jet of pure obliteration that punched a hole in the Supremacy ten metres wide and that went perfectly straight right through to the far side of the ship.

There was a sort of muted explosion, possibly from Snoke exploding, but Kylo wasn’t willing to place any bets on that.

“Thanks,” Rey added, as air started to flow out of the hole, and closed the escape pod door again.

[anothermansjeans]

Hey i hope you get your mojo back! As my personal indulagance which hopefully also help you may i please requeat 6 and 8 from the first random dialoge list with spencer read and an NONbau reader, exstra love if its an neighrbour reader!

Love and kisses ❤️❤️❤️

thank youuuuuu!!!! i also want to apologize-- you didn't specify gn or fem! reader and i was just about done when i realized i did fem!reader, so lmk and i will happily rewrite if needed 🫶

i also don't know how i feel about this but i tried lmao

also only a little proofread...

prompts:

"Please tell me this is the part where my life doesn’t have to completely fall apart."

"This is the one time I’m wishing they’re calling about my car’s extended warranty."

cw: mention of family member dying, the word vomit being used

wc: 920

++

Spencer was very concerned. His neighbor– his very attractive, down to Earth, and kind neighbor– was frantic, eyes sunken, and just wasn't as… present as she usually is. Spencer was concerned.

His concern also may have been a bit biased because of the small crush he harbored for her… but he didn't want to think about that too hard.

He hadn't been around much recently, getting called into the BAU more often than not, but when time did allow him to linger around his building, he would see the distress on her from a mile away. The other day, right before a case, he was locking up his apartment when she was just getting home. It was quiet this time of day, but that was cut short when her phone started to ring.

“This is the one time I’m wishing they're calling about my car’s extended warranty.”

Her disgruntled mumble was pretty soft, and if Spencer wasn't right across the hall from her he wouldn't have heard it. He wanted to see if she was okay, but she answered her phone and he was being asked for his ETA at the BAU.

When that case was finally over, and he was walking back to his place, he suddenly stopped and turned towards her door. There was a package in his apartment that was placed with his mail in the mailroom, and only really looked at it last week; right before he left for a case. He would've given it to her then if he wasn't already late at the time, and he didn't feel comfortable leaving it in front of her door so this was truly the next best thing.

His plan was the following: knock on your door, tell you he has your package in his apartment, grab said package, and then leave with dignity. There was no way he could screw this up.

His knock was soft, but the way she swung open the door was a sharp contrast to that. “Please tell me this is the part where my life doesn't have to completely fall apart oh– you're not the delivery guy.”

Your dejected look caused a small ache in his chest. “No, but the delivery people tend to not come to our doors, they're supposed to stay in the mail room– you already knew that.” He was getting flustered. This was not a part of the plan. “Are you okay?” He couldn't help himself. After seeing the way you were last week, and how that hasn't changed one bit since he was gone… he really wanted to make sure all was well.

She barely waited a moment before answering. “No,” the crack in her voice was evident. “My great aunt passed and she was a horrible person, but the funeral directors were asking me which address to send the urn to and my sister stepped in making sure I didn't put mine down because I’m ‘most likely to lose aunt Pearl’s ashes’ and the rest of my family overheard and started running with the joke. With me being me I wanted to prove them wrong so I did give them my address and I still don't have the urn but they're saying it was delivered and oh my, God, I’m dumping all of this on you.” Her eyes were welled up with tears, and with how wide her eyes became he was surprised the tears hadn't started to fall. “I’m just going to… let you go on with your day. I’m so sorry, Spencer, maybe we can talk to–” she started to close the door, blocking her face that held a worrisome look.

“I have it!” It’s as if he suddenly remembered why he went over there in the first place “I’m uh, I'm assuming I have it…?”

“You do?” Her door was now wide open again, and a spark of hope was shown in her eyes.

“Yeah, that's why I came over here. I just got back from work and wanted to let you know before I grabbed it. They put it with my stuff and I didn't check it until a couple of days ago and then I had a case and–”

“Spencer?” She cut off his worried rambling.

“Yes?”

“Could you grab it please?”

“Oh! Yeah!” He was like a baby giraffe walking for the first time. His legs were not keeping up with his body as he quickly walked over to his place, unlocked his door, and made way for the box over in the corner by his bookcase. “Again, I’m sorry. I’ve been at work more than not recently and I should've brought it over as soon as I knew it was yours but–”

“Oh, I could kiss you right now!” She grabbed the box so fast it could be considered snatching, but Spencer didn't mind.

“Maybe after I take you on a date?” What the hell was that? She was excited, he was flustered, and for him, word vomit was real. “I’m sorry, I have no idea why I–”

“Spencer…” She stopped his worried ramble once again, and Spencer assumed he died and went to Heaven because there was no way the next words out of her mouth were real. “Ask me tomorrow, when I’m not all flustered. I’ll definitely say yes.”

Yeah, he definitely died and went to Heaven, because the next day, he saw her walking back from the grocery store, walked up to her, stuttered through asking her out for real, and she said yes. Just as promised.

[popculturebuffet]

Powerpuff Review

Hello all you happy people and it's time to fight crime, try to save the world and come just in time to.. unpack childhood trauma! Today we're talking about powerpuff, the story of what the powerpuff girl's childhood's did to them, the impact it left and why Bubbles burned out as a child star after Professor Utonium exploited them like he always did and not some old friend of his who didn't understand these were children and not cash machines. Where Mojo was a man and not a monkey like he'd always been and where the budget is a paperclip and a piece of string and tom kenny was involved

Yes Powerpuff... the CW Pilot which somehow got to trailer before Warner realized they done fuck up and shut it down. Which somehow got to script. Which... we do not have a copy of yet. Soooo

YUP! Though this year the prank.. isn't that far off. I am reviewing Powerpuff, a work about the Powerpuff Girls as young adults and the future they live in, with the three formally reuniting for the first time in a while, an old villian using said reunion for his own nefarious ends, and at least one of them being in a pretty bad place.

The diffrence is this Powerpuff... actually understands the assignment. Instead of being an edgelord deconstruction of the girls that comes off as if the writers had only heard of the show and pieced together the rest on loose assumptions "BUTTERCUP'S A LESBIAN BECAUSE SHE'S THE MOST BUTCH" "PROFESSOR UTONIUM ABUSED THEM BECAUSE HE SENT THEM OUT AND WOULD MERCH THE HELL OUT OF THEM" "MOJO IS LEX LUTHOR BECAUSE WE CAN'T AFFORD AN APE EXCEPT HE BECOMES A MONKEY LATER ANYWAY!" "THE GIRLS WERE ACTUALLY NOT WHITE EXCEPT BUBBLES BUT THEY WHITEWASHED THEM!"

If the full pilot gets leaked I will review this hilarious and awful trainwreck that it's actresses thankfully got out of. I am fascinated by the mountain of bad decisions. ]

But i'm also more than happy to cover the version of this that is written by someone who actually watched the show, loves the characters and knows how to age them up and explore who they'd be while not pulling punches. Powerpuff can be a tough read that deals with aimlessness, abuse, homophibia and moving on from what you think your life should be, that struggle to find a purpose in your 20's when everyone else in your life is settled and everything you knew is gone. It's a beautiful work. So i'm going to break down this comic: why I love it, why you should read it.. then save the spoilers for under the cut on the tumblr version as there is some stuff I want to get into but a lot of the work's impact is it sucker punching you. I mistakingly read a few later pages and wish I hadn't been spoiled on some things. The series has twists in it's 100 pages and can be read here if your curious before knowing anything

It just finished re-running on Webtoon and it's well worth it. If you need more or just got back, let's begin.

Powerpuff is by @hasaniwalker aka @hasanistories aka the genius behind the previously reviewed Doris Doodle, which is currently being remade for print. And I will likely cover the print version whenever it's released as I loved the original. If you want my thoughts on that one go here

It's in short an excellent comic following a lost star of the golden age who was sadly abused by the system and finds her second shot when a video of her telling off a creep abusing his employee goes viral as she deals with both a confusing new world and her gen z counterpart the studio foists on her whose deeper than she first appears.

So when Kev pitched doing this for April Fools I was on board once I found out who what wrote it. I need to check out more of their work and this keeps up the standard.

Powerpuff Takes place about 20 years later. Here we are in the future and it's bright. Nothing to fear and noone to fight, as Blossom and Bubbles have genuinely moved on from superheroing and found other ways to help the world: Bubbles is traveling the world helping with a charity and livestreaming her travels to get donations, a fitting fate: she was always kind, thoughtful , was bilingual and loved animals so her helping in Guetmala makes sense.

Blossom went into science, creating a bunch of robots to police robberies, help people get reformed, and return giant monsters to their big ole island when they show up at peoples houses at night to wreck up the place. She even, in an ending I love for them, finally helped the ameoba boys, convincing them to reform as being giant walking cells.. meant she could use their help to create a fuckton of cures.

They aren't the only villians reformed either: Mojo gave up evil to settle down with his love intrest from meet the Beat-Alls, Fuzzy Lumpkins runs a popular country chain restraunt having gotten therapy and Arturo is at home having moved on from his life in the gangs before he lost his life like his friends as the last surviving member of the gangreen gang. I guess Ace REALLY coudln't adjust to life after the gorillaz.. or Murdock gave him something that no one but him and 2D possibly had the tolerance for.

Finally we have Princess... who has the biggest role in the story and in a way I thought was brilliant I simply never thought of: When visting Princess 10 years before the story in it's first page , which I get the sense was just a one off Walker did that took off and laid the foundation for doing a full story, Blossom found an old valentine in Princesses latest mech... to Blossom. yes Princess was doing all of this because she had a crush on blossom and just couldn't admit it. And as we see shortly into the story.. Blossom fully reciprocated and Princess fully reformed, helping run her girlfriend's company and genuinely being happy.

So that leaves Buttercup.. and the story is essentially her version of Steven Universe Future and I mean that in the best way possible. Like Steven in that excellent epilouge, Buttercup feels lost. She searches for crime but her sisters worrying police state the comic never fully adresses does that. I mean it does say their going to try and rehab criminals, it's not heartless I just question any system that puts a lot of the power in the hands of a bunch of automation. I'm not sayin git's not a GOOD idea to have something to protect people, lower police, and what not, but Blossom probably shouldn't be the only one running it. I don't think she's abusing it.

It leaves her aimless. The only real joy she gets.. is fighting the rowdyruff boys who do get a dark reimagining.. but it's a genuinely clever one. This work does deconstruct some things but unlike the failed pilot it gets why the original worked.. it simply pulls some thread. In this case the Rowdyruffs are stuck stunted as children and clearly not stable in either sense, yet also are the only friends Buttercup has. The only people she has PEIROD are a bunch of children she fights and her dad whose age is catching up with him. He's kind and supportive as always but enables this routine. Her sisters never visit, and the mayor is an asshole.

And I .. do not like this as the mayor is miss bellum, now mayor bellum.. whose the only character I feel is written horribly out of character. She's overly agressive to buttercup, tells her to get on with her life and geneerally seems to dislike her for destroying the city.. when A) blossom's robots restore the city effortlessly and it's stated to be one of their functions and B).. your not offering any actual solutions to this. Your not forbidding her from operating, your not getting her a job, your not calling her dad which is a lot to do to a grown woman but possibly needed (She doesn't and Utonium only talks to her because he realizes his enabling her isn't healthy). It's jarring in a work where everyone else is on brand. Bellum has known her since she was 6... she'd at least care on some level. She'd be blunt but she'd actually WANT to help her.

Buttercup is stuck, and trying to find a new job.. isn't helping as most of what she finds is service jobs. And as someone who worked a lot of fast food jobs.. it can be annoying.. that you don't know what you want to do or had greater ambitions but this is all you can find. Not knocking service workers, from working those I learned that no people who work fast food work damn hard and deserve respect, i'm saying I get her. And when Utonium gets sick, wont' spoil how or when as it's gutting.

Bubbles is bubbles.. she tries to help and loves her sister. She's the only one in the comic besides the professor to really get through to her because like the professor.. she's kind. She's honest, but she gets just yelling at buttercup does nothing. Buttercup is a fighter by trade who now has nothing to fight. She's ALWAYS been quick to react, quick to snap at people and quick to rebel. Bubbles and Professor get that you have to be firm with her but not confrontational.

And the main conflict is naturally that BLossom, as the older sibling if only in spirit... can't simply be nice about it. She berates Buttercup for being aimless (true), not keeping a better eye on their dad (fair), and generally.. because they've ALWAYS butted head. Walker deftly captures that siblings.. fight. These two have always fought and while they love each other.. the gaps widened. Buttercup's aimlessness and Blossom's relationship with their former foe, someone Buttercup sees as both an invader to their family and a walking symbol of how much of her life is gone have split them.

And what I love is that.. it's even. Buttercup, like me can sometimes be oblivious and SHOULD have been watching their father closer. The accident that happens isn't her fault, nor is the fact she was gone a long time moping, but she shouldn't' of ignored him or the signs. That said.. Blossom is still a dick for a lot of this. She berates Buttercup.. but clearly barely checked in. Living her own life is fine, nothing wrong with that and were she anyone else, living in new york far form wherever townsville is.. that's a fair reason not to visit.

The problem is

She's busy yes but she could make time to visit. To check on her dad and sister, to visit, to be family. Even if princess coudln't always tag along (She mentions when having flown in to help that the g forces are a lot). The rift between them that's grown vicious and toxic.. isn't all on Buttercup. While Blossom did it for the right reasons, she made her sister, the only one of them who WANTED to be a superhero still irrelevant. Blossom can't see how her whole life is waving every problem in Buttercups in her face, while Buttercup can't see.. that's not all blossoms fault. She married a villian because she loves her and Princess has truly changed, going from the bratty asshole she was before, to a confident but shy woman who gave up her millions when her homophobic father gave her an ultimatium, a powerful as hell reveal, and simply dosen't want to keep being treated as an invader when she's TRYING and belongs in the family. When the professor warmly accepted her as of course he did.

It's a divide that's raw, painful and well done throughout. Like steven Universe the problem is mostly internal: it's a person who feels she has NOTHING in her life and slowly gets broken more and more over the story, and a person who has her shit together but can't get past herself and her need to fix things to see her sister is really hurting and lost. And when that gives... it fucking hurts. This is a raw book and it also gets pretty violent in the last act as superhero stuff does come up once last time. I'll get into that in spoilers but yeah.

So before I do if you like the powerpuff girls or you liked steven universe future.. you'll love this one. A fantastically painful character piece that evolves everyone nicely, has a lot of nods and what flaws it does have dosen't hurt the whole. Now we're getting into the spoilers so if you want to read it without any more than i've given out of need, dont' go under the cut.

So yeah... some stuff really goes down.. and it really breaks Buttercup. I had to spoil a lot of the first half as.. the comic is not that but this part really hurts. So in succession.. buttercup HITS blossom. Just.. straight up punches her and breaks her glasses.. which she doesn't need but are a gift from the professor.

What hit me is that.. this doesn't result in a fight. The two don't go back and forth.. it's instead played as any sibling hitting each other at this age would. It's something that hits all too close and is painful.. you can see buttercups regret.. blossoms quite pain. Princess is later utterly pissed over it and doesn't want Buttercup to see her when Buttercup, genuinely contrite tries to apologize. You understand how it got this bad.. you don't like that it got to this, that Buttercup gave her sister a black eye, that thigns got this bad... but neither of them do either. The abuse isn't brushed over and fianlly gets buttercup to realize princess isn't the enemy.. she belongs here. The professor took her in when no one else would. She isn't some invader.. she's family.

And buttercup... looses the rest. While Bubbles is absent for this nightmarish breakdown, otherwise the plot would likely go a different way, the rowdyruffs start to break down. Blossom warned buttecup they were breaking down... but didn't you know.. fix this or tell her that sooner. And as a result we see the boys bodies graphically breaking down. No blood or anything just... like a clay figure or an atom slowly falling apart

It's horrific. You see red under them.. but it's not really bloody.. but it's body horror at it's finest. Their chldren.. just.. slowly dying and

And all of this.. breaks her. And that's where HE comes in. Or rather HIM.

HIM.. is the perfect villian for this story. While the main villian is still the characters own issues, HIM is the only villian left who isn't reformed, dead or some third thign. HIM is left an old man, still fabulous but balding, old and like the professor likely not here forever. He reminseces with Buttercup, missing the old days.. but can't quite push her... until at her lowest she picks upt he old phone.. and he answers.

And in horrifying fashion.. he takes her body, using her insecurities and depression as a battery and amping it up by attacking the city. Blossom does try to resolve things.. but finds her sister ins't there. I love how walker draws HIMCUP. The jagged teeth, the white text on black speech bubbles, all so good and horrifying as HIM destroys the city and our heroines desperately try to hold the line. Thankfully casualties are avoided as the robots are also designed for disaster relief. Princess even steps in.. and breaks a leg. I mean she tried at least, even updated the armor and it's.. genuinely awesome to see her alongside the girls, now having earned it. When you think back to her first apperance... had she just.. bought the equipment to be one and asked nicely.. she MIGHT of gotten what she wanted. She was just so self absorbed she demanded it instead. Now.. she has it and it sucks.. but it's only for the right reasons. To protect her life and try to save an innocent person whose been bodyjacked by camp satan.

In her head.. Buttercup is living her ideal life. She's a kid again, princess is a villain again.. i'ts a perfect him scheme: using the girls own fears and anxieties against them as always. And like his schemes... he fails because.. he lacks empathy. He can't understand.. and thus he can't account for the one thing he clearly didn't prepare for: Buttercup empathizing with princess. Her violent death by BLossoms hands rattles her and her absence.. shakes her. Buttercup is in a bad place.. but realized from their talk Princess isn't some monster... fighting her dosen't fix the hole inside. She's part of blossoms life.. she's her sister in law.. and she needs her. It's what breaks the illusion. Buttercup has everything.. but it's not real. It's not right. And princess calling out to her from outside helps that, helps break it. It also breaks princesses leg with a painful reset being needed but it frees buttercup

And the resolution.. is beautiful. I compare it to SFU a lot, and while I can't know if Walker was inspired by it or not and it's with diffrent enough characters to be it's own thing... the climax has the same vibe: a big fight breaks out.. but that isn't what resolves this. Like steven being stuck in monster form and his self loathing, Buttercup..doesn't punch him away. Despite breaking her arm, GRAPHICALLY... despite getting exactly what she wanted, a final glorious battle, exactly what HIM wanted to... and she stops. She realizes she can't hide from her problems.. or her grief. The simulation was fun.. but she has to face what she lost

And the finale.. makes me tear up. Twice both when reading it the first time and rereading it while writing this to refresh my memory. Buttercups torment at revealing they died, that all she could give them was dying happy playing with them.. and that it left them alone.. and when blossom argues "Well we're still there for you.. you still have us"

And Blossom is forced to reflect.. and realize she basically abandoned her. Her new life isn't unimportant... but she blamed herself for not checking in on the professor, lashed out at the one person she can blame.. and apologizes for it, while Buttercup apologizes for her lashing out and implicitly punching her sister in the face. It's what I hoped the story would end on... after all the pain.. both acknowledge they fucked up.. and move on. And HIM.. simply shrivels away. He wanted a fight, blood, he wanted everything buttercup did.. and her movign past it .. leaves him starving, only telling bubbles he always hated her most after she tries to redeem him.

And Buttercup... wakes up in the hospital. The professor, who passed out due to a brain thing, is okay too and helps encourage her.. telling her there's no such thing as perfect and beautifully recontexutalizing the "perfect little girls concept". Utonium was obsessed with the study of perfection, perfect circles etc.. but in making the perfect child realized .. that's truly impossible. A perfect child.. is just a child. However they end up, whoever they are. A child that does whatever you want is just "a robot". He wanted them to live.

And .. we get a happy ending for Buttercup some months later. She's teaching at the new school Ms Keane, who I was worried about when it was revealed pokey oaks was shut down, as principal. And encouraging a kid being bullied to pop em one when no one's looking. Still herself. As I read this I honestly didn't know what Buttercup would move on to but this fits.. she can still protect.. but in a way that's healthy. She can still be athletic.. but helping kids. It makes the rowdyruff thing come full circle and it's beautiful and she ends the comic going out to dinner with her sister in law, finally fully letting her in.

Powerpuff is masterful. If you didn't check it out at the previous jump off please do and remember: I'm pulling for you, we're all in this together.

[nuggeett875]

John Winchester Meets Castiel

Set in Season 14 when John comes back…

3rd P.O.V:

“Dean…Dean get up.” Castiel whispered to his boyfriend that was lying on top of him. “Dean, you can’t stop me from going like this.” Dean groaned and moved his head into Castiel’s neck. “Why do you have to leave? We finally have no cases and now you want to go out.”

Castiel smiled softly kissing his forehead, “It’ll be quick, I just need to go check up on one of the hunters. I’ll be back before you know it.” Dean finally rolled off of him and looked up at Cas, “I already know it. You better make it up to me.”

Castiel nods and gives dean a quick kiss. When he pulled away Dean groaned again and rolled back over going to sleep mumbling a “Bye baby.” as Cas left.

……………………………………….

After solving a case earlier in the day, which resulted in some teenagers stealing the impala and realeasing some ghosts upon a party, Sam and Dean were now back at the bunker with a pearl that they’re hoping will fix their Micheal problems.

Sam was standing holding the Baozhu in his hands while Dean sat at the table, with a beer. “John Wayne Gacy’s ghost. Well, that’s one of the record books.” Dean said. “Dean, I think this is it.” Sam told him going over to him.

“The pearl?” Dean asked skeptically. Sam confirmed it so Dean trusted him, “Let’s do it.” Sam stopped Dean as reaching out, “Are you—are you sure you don’t want to call Mom or - or wait for Cas?”

Dean shook his head pearl, “No. No, ‘ceause, you know, if this mojo works like you say, great. If not…why get their hopes up? Besides Cas will be back in a few anyway.” He answered standing next to Sam.

“Yeah.” Sam agreed handing the pearl to his brother. Dean looked at it, “So, what do I…” Sam shrugeed, “I don’t know I-I guess you - you hold the pearl and - and concentrate on what your heart desires.”

“Micheal outta my head. Got it.” Dean picked up the pearl and held it in his hand. He looked at Sam before closing his fist around it, closing his eyes. The lights in the bunker start to flicker, the red emergency lights coming on. Dean opened his eyes as he and Sam look around the room.

A man appeared from behind them and swung at Sam, making Sam move, but the man hits him with his gun, pushing Sam to the floor. Dean swings at the man, but the man hits him several times, sending Dean to the ground, near Sam and they hear a gun cock.

“Don’t you move.” A deep voice said as the emergency light turned off and the regular lights come back on. Dean and Sam looked up at the man in shock, “Dad?”

John looked at the boys in shock, “Dean? Sam? What in the hell?” He asked looking around the room as he boys stood up from the floor. Sam and Dean keped their eyes on him shocked.

“Sammy. Aren’t you supposed to be in Palo Alto?” John asked confused, “Palo Alto?” Dean looked at his father breating heavily. “What happened to you?” John asked.

“What year is it?” Dean said, more like whispered out. “It’s 2003.” John said and Sam’s eyes widened. “It’s 2019.” Sam told him.

“No. How?” Sam looked to Dean but he stayed silent still proccessing, “We, uh…I - I think we summoned you.” He told his father.

“You buys better tell me what the hell is giong on right now.”

……………………………………….

After moving to the kitchen and pouring out a few drinks they explained what their father had missed. “So, you saved the world?” John asked making Dean respond with, “More than once.” as John followed along.

“Then it’s all true. God, the devil, you boys smack in the middle. Now you live in a secret bunker with an angel and Lucifer’s kid.” The boys nodded confirming his understandings. Sam looked at their dad, “Well actually Castiel’s not only an angel he’s D-”

Dean cut him off, “A hunter. He-uh, he’s been hunting for a while helping us out.” Sam gave him a confused look and Dean avoided his eyes. “And you’ve done this whole time-travel thing before?”

Dean nodded, “A few times. Actually, uh, our grandfather, your dad - he’s the one who helped us find this place. I think he’d be really happy to know you’re finally here.” John looked around, “Right. Man of Letters.”

“Yeah. W-We’re legacies…because of you.” Sam said. John smiled at Sam, then chuckled to himself, “So, you’ve um - you’ve been busy.” Sam said, “A little bit.”

John smiled sadly, “I-I don’t…I-I just…I just wish that I had been there to see it.” Dean looked at his dad, “Dad, none of this would have happened without you.” But John shook his head, “It’s good. It’s fine. I-I went out takin’ out Yellow Eyes. I mean, that was the point, right? I mean, get the thing that killed mom.”

Sam and Dean looked at eachtother, “Yeah, yeah, uh, DAd. About Mom…” Sam started until they hear Mary’s voice from the hallway. “Sam? Dean?”

John turned around shocked, “Mary?” Mary walked into the kitchen, and John turned around smiling at her. She walked over to him in shock, as he stood up from the table. Mary smiled at him as John leaned down to kiss her. They embraced eachother as Sam and Dean looked up. Sam gestured for Dean to leave the kitchen, and they boys stood up from the table to leave.

Dean smiled as they walked down the hallway, “It’s Dad. This is amazing, man. I’m - I’m - I’m freaking out.” He said then jumped as Sam hit his head, “Ow! What the h-”

“Why did you lie about Cas?!” Sam asked and Dean paused sighing, “Look, we haven’t seen dad in what, 14 years?! How do you think he’s going to respond to me dating, well, Cas.” Dean leaned against the wall and his eyes closed. “Look just, give me some time. He just got back give it a minute.”

Sam sighed and nodded, “Okay, but you gotta figure it out before Cas comes back. But, how did this even happen?” Dean and Sam continued walking and Dean answered, “I-I-I don’t know . You said that the - pearl gives you what your heart desires, right? So, my heart desired - I - I’ve wanted this, man. I’ve - I’va wanted this since I was 4 years old.”

“Okay, I know, and I-I love this, too, Dean. I do, honestly, but - but messing with time-” Dean cut Sam off, “No, no, no Sam.” Sam sighed, “You know how this ends. Things change.” Dean nodded, “Yeah, great - we got our family back together. I’ll take that change.”

“That’s not waht I mean.” Sam said. Dean groaned and turned towards him, “Stop. Just stop, okay? Look, can - can we just have one family dinner? Just one? Us - all of us together. That’s all I want. Can you just give me that?” Dean asked rhetorically and walked away.

……………………………………….

After finding out that John being there changed the timeline…a little too much, Sam being a talk show hippie, Dean basially a serial killer on the run…and much, much more-they decided to have a last family dinner before they sent John back.

Sam and Dean sat across from John and Mary, everyone quiet, as they ate in silence. John looked up at every one, “Alright. Near as I can tell, we have two choices. Alright, we can think about what’s coming, or we can be grateful for this time that we have together. Now, me…” He laced his hand with Marys and kissed it. “I choose grateful. So, to whatever brought us together, we owe you one. Amen.” The rest of them said Amen as well and started laughing and talking throughout the dinner.

The door to the bunker opened a little later and Castiel walked in Dean’s eyes widening, fogetting to talk to his dad. “Dean, Sam? I saw Mary’s car here is everything alri-” He paused seeing John and looked around. Mary smiled loving Castiel, especially since he makes Dean happy.

“John Winchester…” Castiel said confused. Mary looked at John, “John this is Castiel he’s Dean’s-” Dean cut her off, “He’s the angel. The one we told you about.” Mary looked at him half confused half disappointed. Castiel on the other hand…

“Is that right Dean?” Dean cursed to himself, “He’s right I am the angel I just came to let Sam and Dean know that Katy and Shawn’s hunt is going well. I should get going-” Mary stood up, “Castiel sit.”

Castiel sat in the chair next to Dean’s but moved it further still slightly upset with his boyfriend. Although he could understand why he didn’t say anything yet, it still hurt the angel. “Cmon Cas don’t do that.” Dean said quietly, “So how did you meet the boys Castiel?” John asked curious.

Sam laughed, “He’s the one who gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition.” Dean glared at his brother, but nodded. “I uh, went to hell for something a while back, and Castiel pulled me out, said my time on Earth wasn’t done.” Dean said smiling at him.

“You were in hell?” John asked and Dean nodded, “Yeah. Met Cas in a shed with Bobby when I got back.” Castiel looked over at John, “He stabbed me.” Mary and Sam laughed, then looked at each other and John looked around, “I feel like I’m missing something.”

Mary looked at Dean, “Dean.” Dean slid up in his seat, “I - Cas is - when -” Castiel looked at Dean and shook his head. “You don’t have to.” He said softly so only they could hear and Dean looked at him and without breaking eye contact said, “Castiel’s my boyfriend.”

He didn’t want to look at John but forced himself to and when John proccessed he nodded and said, “Okay.” Everybody looked straight to him and Dean looked at him as though his head was on fire. “Okay? Okay?!” John laughed.

“Dean, he raised you from hell. He raised you from Damn Hell- and I’m sure he has made sure you haven’t died a hundred times since then-” Castiel said quickly “246 times.” Mary laughed and looked back at John.

“Dean, I see this life you have now and I see in this only 5 minutes that Castiel makes you happy.” Dean smiled and nodded, “Yeah, he does.” Everyone continued eating and talking as Dean grabbed the leg of Castiel’s stool and pulled him closer to his. “Dean I know how hard that was-”

Dean shook his head, “No, I-I’m glad I told him. He’s right, you do make me happy.” Castiel smiled and they went back to the conversation holding hands under the table. “So Castiel 245 times seems like a lot.” John said. “Yes he often disregaurds his safety. Like when he charged in to kill Ruby-” Sam choked on his drink and John looked over.

“Who’s Ruby?” Dean smiled smugly and looked at Sam who shook his head as to say ‘nobody’ but Dean answered, “Ruby is the demon that Sam was…dating?” Sam glared at him, “We were not-it wasn’t-” Mary’s eyes widened, “You dated a demon?!” Sam shook his head, and before he could answer Castiel stepped in, “No, they were simply sleeping together while she used him to resurect Lucifer from a cage in hell.”

Dean, Mary, and John laughed while Sam tried to defend himself to no luck. “Okay, well Dean technically had a daughter.” Dean’s eyes went wide, “No-okay, she was not my-you’re the one who killed her and-”

The rest of the night went on like this until they had to destroy the pearl and send John back, and in doing so put everything back.

Dean and Cas were back in Dean’s bed that night, both in a t-shirt and one of Dean’s sweatpants, this outfit chioce taking a while for Castiel to get used to over the past few years of them dating.

“I have to leave again tomorrow, Rowena said she might have a trail on-” Dean kissed him successfully quieting the angel. “No. You are staying here tomorrow and we are not going to leave this room…okay maybe for breakfast, and lunch…but that is it.”

Castiel smiled and nodded kissing Dean again before Dean lied his head on Cas’s chest falling asleep.

[waihtie]

Season 5, baby. This'll be long.

Season 5 Episode 1 - Sympathy for the Devil

Unlikely (referring to the title)

○ Oh this does not bode well for the brothers. They are locked in the room where Lucifer is coming

Lights and ear bursting noise included

○ Wtf why they on a plane. How random.

○ Silly to think Lucifer wasn't gonna come out more dramatically than any other angel

○ Shit, these boys gonna talk?

Dean says no, more specifically "It's okay"

○ Lol Chuck clocked Sam

He says Cas is dead. Exploded. "Like a water balloon of chunky soup"

He's got Cas in his hair. Gross.

Awee Dean is sad. "Cas you stupid bastard"

Zachariah here to take Dean

He wanted Lucifer freed, now he wants Dean to stop him?

○ Oh the dramatic entrance makes sense, Lucifer doesn't have a body. So why does he next time he's in the cage. Probably filming convenience. No angels had bodies in heaven, after Lazarus Rising they all do/will

^ Brilliant

Awee they were friends. Now he's sad.

○ Sam made a hex bag so demons and angels can't find them

○ Awe Dean's asking Sam how he's doing

I guess using all his mojo on Lilith completely wiped it from his system, so no withdrawal. He says whoever put him on that plane cleaned it out. Either way, that's over.

Dean's done talking about it. He's hurting.

○ Oh my god. Becky writing W*ncest fics

Why's Chuck calling her? Needs her help getting a message to Sam and Dean.

Lmao her reactions to each brother.

Chuck's message is that Michael's sword is on earth, in a castle on a hill of 42 dogs

○ "Becky, can you quit touching me?" "No" I swear Sam gets molested once or twice a season. And they never take it seriously.

○ There's that guilt. Poor Sam. Admitting letting Lucifer out.

Bobby's angry. Says it's unforgivable. But based on that convo from the last episode, something's not right. "Lose my number" Poor Sammy-baby.

His face 🥺😭 He needs a little kiss and a blankey

Dean's gotta know something's up. Bobby saying John was right about killing Sam if it came to it. The exact opposite of what he said about John last ep.

○ John had a storage container at "Castle Storage". He must have it.

○ Yup. Bobby's possessed. How the hell does he not have a anti-possession necklace or tattoo?

○ Meg's back. Where she been? I'll have to go read a few episodes to remember.

Oh right she did that unforgivable thing while in Sam's body then got exorcised.

Dean's turn to get unwantedly kissed 🙄

Note for me: Meg = not on their side. Fighting them. Dipped from this body when she was about to be killed

○ The demon in Bobby was about to kill Dean, but Bobby took over to stab himself. Talk about love.

They took him to the hospital

○ Zachariah put that piece of information in Chuck's head to get them to the storage place. Dean is the "Michael Sword"

Angel's need specific vessels. Not just anybody

Zach just broke Sam's legs to threaten Dean. He wants Michael in a body to lead in this battle. But angels need consent.

Casually gives Dean stage 4 stomach cancer. And takes Sam's lungs. Jesus. Dean would rather they all die than aid in the apocalypse.

Cas-baby coming back to save them. God made no mistake recreating him 😍

It probably would've made more sense to just put Cas in a different vessel, but I'm not complaining

He says the angels didn't put the boys on the airplane, or bring him back, so it must be God

Cas being all threatening. I would've listened too (Zachariah dipped)

That's deeper than I initially thought. Zachariah is his superior. A higher up angel. And he just threatened him

^ I love that (carved sigils to hide them from angels)

He didn't want to answer a question, so he just blipped out. I love that, too. He's so goofy

○ Lucifer been messing with this poor dude. He gotta convince him to say yes. I'm surprised he's not lying. Says he's Lucifer. Says it won't be easy for him. Says he can't bring his family back. But of course he manages to convince the dude, anyway.

○ Bobby is "unlikely to walk again"

○ Dean has faith he can kill Lucifer and the angels and the demons and win the war. So much for him not having faith in himself. I love his attitude rn

○ Aweee Bobby telling Sam that he would never cut him out.

Sam's little smile 🥺🥺

○ Ah, there it is. Dean's says he said all that just for Bobby. He knows they don't "stand a snowball's chance."

○ Sam knows Dean has a thing or two to say to him.

Dean is so hurt

"You chose a demon, over your own brother"

"I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting over here, you know?"

"I don't think we could ever be what we were"

"I don't trust you"

They both ended the episode hurt by the other 💔 at least Sam got to smile for a moment for the first time in too long

[vodika-vibes]

Could I please request a mystic same faces gods au with Echo, I feel like Echo would be the god of the people who are physically and mentally affected by war or something.

I also like that Rex could maybe be the god of survivors guilt a more last one standing type thing, the good and the bad, because I saw you were having trouble writing for him.

No hurry on this I know you have a shit ton of requests, so be sure to pace yourself and don't feel bad for taking time off for writing.

Accidents Happen

Summary: War has swept through your small village. The Imperial army has killed almost everyone. You’re one one a handful of people who managed to escape the slaughter. And now you have to bury your people.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1996

Prompt: Mystic AU - Same faced gods AU

Warnings: Reader survives two massacres

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So it took me a little bit to come up with an idea that I was happy with. And, while I'll never say migraines are good, taking two days off back-to-back seems to have helped me get my mojo back. Anyway, I hope this is close to what you wanted!

It’s hot.

So very hot.

You push a strand of sweaty hair out of your face and then kneel next to the small canoe that you’ve been repairing for the better part of the day. Confident that it’s as repaired as it needs to be, for what it’s going to be used for, you straighten and wave toward a man near the water.

He waves back and then says something to the teenager standing in front of him before he turns and jogs over to you. “This one all set?” He asks.

“Yeah, it’s not perfect, but it’ll work.”

He kneels and checks on your work before he nods once. “You didn’t do half bad. Good enough for someone who has never done this before.”

You shrug, “Thanks, I guess.”

He shoots you a sympathetic look, and lightly touches your shoulder, “We’re almost done here.”

“And then what?”

He averts his gaze, “I don’t know, kiddo. I really don’t. But, we’ll make it through this.” He squeezes your shoulder, “Will you go and make sure that the bows are all in working order?”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good lass,” He pauses, “We’re going to be okay. You’ll see.”

You’re not sure you believe him. You’re not sure you want to believe him, but you don’t have the energy to argue with him. So you just nod and turn to trudge towards the hunter’s hut.

Three days ago, you joined your uncle and cousin on a fishing trip upriver. It was supposed to be a fun day, you were going to teach your cousin how to repair fishing nets, and your uncle was going to teach him how to find the best places to lay nets, and throw out a line.

A sudden violent storm forced the three of you to take refuge in a cave miles from home. The storm raged for hours, and you were only able to return to the fishing village after your uncle determined that it was safe to get back on the water.

You returned to the aftermath of a massacre. 

Homes burned to the ground, market stalls shattered in pieces, and bodies strewn across the place.

There were no survivors.

But then, when the Empire decides that a place no longer deserves to exist, it’s quickly wiped off the map.

This brings it up to two massacres that you’ve survived since you were born. The first one happened when you were a child, your Uncle had always been a loud adversary against Palpatine and the Empire, and the Empire decided that his whole family needed to die for it.

That time you escaped with a missing arm and severe burns across the majority of your back. Though almost your entire family survived the massacre.

You suppose there was no way you were going to get that lucky twice.

Which brings you to now.

It’s not possible to bury the dead, the village is too close to the water, so the village practices water burials. When done right, they’re beautiful and tastefully done.

However, with only three people, and one of them under the age of 15, these funerals aren’t going to be beautiful or comforting. It’s just going to be another reminder of everything you’ve lost.

And you’ve lost everything.

You stand in front of the Hunters hut, your hands, both flesh and metal, are shaking, and all you want to do is close your eyes and pretend that the last week never happened, and you can open your eyes and your mom will be there again—

But that’s not possible anymore. 

Your mom is dead. Just like your dad. And your brothers.

And you come to the stark realization that you can’t do this.

You drop your hand to your side and then pull your hands to your chest. You can’t do this. You can’t be here. You can’t stay here.

It’s too much. It’s all too much.

With that final thought, you turn on your heels and you run into the forest.

You’re vaguely aware of your uncle and your cousin calling your name, but you ignore them.

Maybe, if you run far enough fast enough, everything will stop hurting. 

You run until your lungs are burning and your legs are aching, and then you keep going. You run and run and run until the moon rises over the horizon and your legs collapse under you.

A roll of thunder jerks you from your spiraling thoughts. Slowly, you push yourself to your aching feet and look around the dark forest, looking for shelter. 

There.

Not far from where you finally collapsed is a massive tree. If nothing else, the branches will offer you some shelter from the weather. Though, as you approach the tree, you realize that there’s a hollow beneath the tree.

It’s risky. Very risky.

But a sharp crack of lightning loud enough to make you flinch encourages you to toss caution to the wind as you carefully lower yourself into the hollow.

The hollow is bigger than you expect.

The tunnel leads deeper and deeper beneath the tree until you trip over a tree root and fall into a room that can only be described as magic. If only because the moment you fall into the room, braziers light up with a warm flame.

Warm in the sense that the moment they light, the coldness that’s sunk into your very bones since the day you discovered the massacre lessens, and you feel like you can breathe for the first time in days.

You shift so that you’re sitting properly, and look around the room properly.

The walls seem to be made up of roots from the tree sitting over you, while the ground feels like it’s some kind of stone.

Most interesting is the bed nestled against the wall. The bed looks clean and the blankets look warm. And, even though the bed looks brand new, it doesn’t look like anyone has been down here aside from you in ages.

Thunder rumbles loudly above you and you nervously bite your lower lip, before slowly walking over and sitting on the bed. It’s softer than you expected, like something from another life, rather than a random bed found under a random tree miles from civilization, and you can’t help but run your hand across the soft, almost velvety, material of the blanket.

When was the last time you had the chance to enjoy something nice like this?

Years, probably.

Surely there’s no harm in sleeping here, just until the storm finishes. Just until you feel better. Until you feel like you can face your uncle without screaming at him for ruining your life.

You kick off your shoes and lay your head on the pillow, burying yourself in the soft blanket and the soft material, and drifting off into the best sleep you’ve had in years.

You wake the following morning feeling more rested than you’ve ever felt in your life.

There were no nightmares, no memories of burning skin or laughing monsters lurking in the shadows. You still feel like you’re in a dream, kind of.

You feel warm, floaty…and safe.

You can’t remember the last time you felt safe.

Slowly you sit up, though you really don’t want to, and you’re about to swing your legs off the bed when you notice the strange man sitting at a table that definitely wasn’t there the night before.

He graces you with a small smile, “Good morning,”

In your experience, a strange man in your sleeping quarters is not generally a good thing, but you aren’t afraid of him. Actually, you still feel very safe.

“...good morning.” You greet slowly.

His smile widens, and you can’t help but notice that he has a nice smile. “Did you sleep well?”

You consider him for a moment, “I did. Better than I have since I was an infant, probably.”

“Good, I’m glad.” He stands, and you note that he has a prosthetic arm, and both of his legs are prosthetics. “My name is Echo, this,” He gestures to the room with his prosthetic hand, “you can call it my temple.”

“Temple?” You ask as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You notice his gaze drop to your legs, specifically the burn scars on your left leg. Normally you’d toss the blanket over your leg, and make a smart comment about how staring is rude, but you have the feeling that he isn’t judging you.

“Temple.” Echo agrees. He crosses the room to you and kneels at your feet, it feels wrong, somehow, but you can’t quite put into words why it feels so wrong, “I am the Patron God of the innocents who have been irreversibly harmed by war.”

His flesh hand brushes against the scars on your leg, and for once, you don’t jerk your leg away.

“I don’t understand.”

His smile is sad, “You summoned me.”

“I didn’t.”

He brings his hand up to cup your cheek, “Unlike my brothers, I can only be summoned under a very specific set of circumstances. Involving physical injury,” He lightly touches his prosthetic hand to yours, “and mental anguish.”

“That’s an awful way to have to be summoned.” You finally say.

He chuckles, “Well, because of the very specific requirements of my summoning, this is the first time I’ve been summoned.”

“I’m sorry, you must have been busy—”

“Not so busy that I couldn’t come when called,” There’s something strangely fond about the look on his face, and you can’t help but reach up and brush your fingers against the ports on the side of his head, “I also admit to being excited to finally having a priestess.”

That should make you nervous, right?

“But I didn’t summon you intentionally.”

“That’s been happening a lot lately,” Echo replies, amused.

“I don’t know anything about being a priestess.” You add with a small frown.

He lightly pulls you off the bed so that you’re sitting in his lap, and his forehead lightly presses against your own. “Close your eyes.” Immediately, and without really thinking about it, you do as he asks. “Good, very good. Do you feel it, cyare? There’s the beginning of a bond—”

He trails off as you find the thin thread connecting yourself to Echo. It’s thin and wispy, like a spider thread, though you have the feeling that it won’t break easily. 

You lightly touch the thread and feel a surge of affection from Echo, and you can’t help the small sigh that falls from your lips. “Is that…you?”

“It is.”

“It feels like it should be stronger,” You murmur.

“It will become stronger, once we solidify the bond.” Echo promises, “That will come naturally, we don’t have to rush.”

You hum softly, although—

“We don’t have to, but you want to,” You notice, as you focus on the bond for a moment. His, slightly flustered, embarrassment washes through you, and you open your eyes to peer at him.

He looks slightly sheepish, “I’d like to get to know you before I take you to bed. Doesn’t mean that I don’t want you, though.”

Slowly you nod your understanding, and then you close your eyes again. Echo makes you feel warm and safe, and you could drown yourself in him if he let you.

His fingers are warm against your jaw, “Can I kiss you, cyare?” Echo murmurs, “I think it’s a good first step.”

You nod once and tilt your head slightly. He leans in and brushes his lips against yours in an innocent kiss, and then he kisses you properly, his hand settling firmly on the back of your neck while his other arm wraps securely around your waist.

Echo breaks the kiss and releases a contented sigh, “I’m going to take care of you, cyare.” He murmurs against your lips, “Everything is going to be alright. I promise.”

And, for the first time since childhood, you believe it.

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Ep. 12 The Black Parade Episode

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here. Y'all done told be EVERYTHING, so I know the entire plot now.

THAT WAS A TEAR! KENTA IS CRYING!

I thought it wasn't just sweat last week but knowing he is actually crying as he thinks about their past did immediate damage to me, and now they are ALL standing there in the dark with Way and Pete highlighted by the blue, and, and, and . . . Kentana are you gonna die? You and Waymond are stressing me the fuck out!

Now that I know they are both enigmas, I can't see them the same. Are they using their superpowers on each other right now? Are they reading each other's minds? Are they trying to figure out how to get Kentana back, so they can make this poly?

Kentana, how many times are you going to have this man spit in your face before you realize that he ain't shit? Go to your room, turn on Billie Eilish's "Happier Than Ever" and really hear it. "Never told anyone anything bad cause that shit's embarrassing. You were my everything, and all that you did was make me fucking sad."

The blue keys in front of the red product placement is all I need to be reminded that this show refuses to allow me peace.

Shocking absolutely fucking nobody, Kentana did not listen to "Happier Than Ever"

And now someone is gonna die because there are only so many ways for you and Waymundo to redeem yourselves, and if you have Jeffrey in all black, I'm worried it's gonna be your funeral we will be planning next, Kentana.

There is one episode left and I am death gripping the one time Vegas' Hedgehog wore blue because I will never get it again. I hate them.

Real question: Is Barbie pregnant? I know he is sad Charles is "dead" *eye roll* but he is taking pills, getting fruit thrown at him, and staring out into space. I would love to believe he is going through his Edward-left-Bella-so-she-was-super-duper-sad era, but now that I know pregnancy is on the table, that's all I can see.

Oh, thank goodness! Someone actually has a tracker on his phone! But Kimberly has been kidnapped, caught up in human trafficking, and is now beating up children. Bro, what was your life before it all went to shit? Do you ever call your mom and tell her these are your friends now? Are you even still racing? Nevermind. Go catch those kids.

The problem with black is the shades. Waymond's jacket looks green. Peter's pants look blue. And yet it still feels like we are preparing for a funeral. A real one this time. Not fake like someone else's *cough* Charles *cough*

Kentana, are you betraying Jeffrey as Big Red watches? Or are you asking him how Peter's been? Has he been well, without you? Is he dating anyone? What is his status with Way? Well, Jeffrey wouldn't know, but Peter x Waymond could be poly if you get out of that fucking house and stop kidnapping people!

Going from Kentana in that House of Horrors to Pete looking like this makes me understand why Kentana is out there kidnapping people. I'd feel some type of way too if my childhood crush looked like this and was getting chummy with a dude who looked like Way Way. Damn.

What the hell is this?! The cover of a boy band album? A meeting to discuss poly? The Thai version of Barbie where Ken(tana) explains why he won't leave the Mojo Dojo Casa House? AND WHY ARE ALL OF YOU WEARING BLACK?! Someone is gonna die.

Did Big Red know Kentana went to see Barbie and the other Kens?! Was he sent there by Big Red?! Kentana is really breaking my heart on his knees hugging this man like this. I want to slap Kentana all the time, but I also want to hug him and tuck him into bed with a moon nightlight calmly lighting up the room.

Let's stick him in a video game, so he can learn to love himself.

Push him down the stairs, Kentana! Do it. PLEASE! Shoulder check his ass at least.

Oh Lord, NO! Waymond, do not take a fucking bullet for anyone. You canNOT die by Whiny Winifred's bullet. I refuse to let you go out like that. You finally used your powers for good, but this is not the time to die.

Y'ALL DIDN'T EVEN GRAB THE BAG!

This is Mission Kim Possible all over again! How do you not grab the damn bag?! Waymundo looks so damn good in his suit, so thank God he is still alive, but what the fuck guys?! One job! SECURE. THE. BAG.

I hate how good everyone looks in black because I keep swinging through emotions. I'm terrified for everyone yet very attracted to everyone. All the guys connected to Big Red have been in black this episode regardless if it was their color or not, so I'm hoping that means the funeral will be Big Red's.

A cult meeting, in this economy? Villains make the dumbest decisions.

Waymond has some white on . . . over black. Please Mary, mother of God, do not let him do something stupid.

Alan, did you just say "eff them kids"? No. Not my Alan. He'll be back for them. Right. Right?

Peter is gonna Regina George his way into this Halloween party that he was not invited to just to cause some havoc. Mad respect.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

How the hell did Charles get there?! Did Barbie's dad tell him to go to the cult meeting? Dressed like that though? Did his spidey sense go off? So many questions, but all I know is Kentana better let them go, so he doesn't have to die.

Whiny Winifred better not get better at aiming in the final episode because I still need both of these two to wear blue TOGETHER.

WAYMOND, NO!!!!!!!!!!

Good to know it only took being kidnapped twice and (possibly) someone dying for Jeffrey to finally commit to the blue.

My nerves are wrecked. There was too much black this episode. Someone is going to die, and as much as I want it to be Big Red, I just don't feel good that Kentana is still on his bullshit, and Waymond keeps jumping in front of guns. Peter needs both of his boyfriends to live.

Also, Barbara, I already know you are immediately going to hug Charles next week, instead of having a moment to be pissed all the way off at him like you should be, so I'm going to start meditating on that right now. I've been mad at Charles the entire season, so I'll hold this grudge for both of us in the finale.

[fandomtherapy44]

Castiel x reader Chapter 16

Summary: SEASON 5 WHOOOO!!!!!!!! LET's GO! So I am so excited for this season so many great episodes. There are going to be a lot more Cas and Y/n scenes. And more chapters too. I do recommend that you read my first book so you get the full Y/n Winchester build-up. Okay with out further due enjoy the second book of Love War and Grace.

Paring: Castiel x reader

word count: 4.4k

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season five of Supernatural, Guns

AN/ Hey Ya'll so I did notice that it's been a month since I've updated this series sorry for that. This is the longest I've written in a while so that's part of the reason why it took so long. Anywho hope you enjoy especially Cas's and Y/n Renion.

Chapter 16: Good God Ya'll

POV: Y/n “Alright, it looks like you can go home.” The doctor said while putting her supplies away. “Great thanks doc.” She stops and seems to peer into my soul. “You know I have never seen a heart attack like yours I mean you're twenty-four, fit, don’t smoke it just doesn’t make sense.” Yeah I know but it's not like I can tell her that Angels exist and that they all pretty much hate me. “Uh yeah crazy.” I walked to the door. “You must have a guardian Angel.”  She jokily said. Oh, you have no idea.

I stepped into Bobby’s doorway to his room he was in his wheelchair just staring out the window. “Hey, what did the Doc say?” Sam asked me. “All good thanks to Cas.” Speaking of him where the Hell is he. Dean comes to us carrying an envelope. “It's been like three days now?” Sam and I both sighed. “We got to cheer him up. Maybe I'll give him a backrub.” “Dean” Again Sam and I both said. “Look...we might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time.” I mean he’s right this kind of news you don't just get drunk and forget about it.

“What's in the envelope?” I nod at the paper. “Went to radiology.” He pulls out the X-ray. “Got some glamour shots.” It was his ribs and it had Enochian engraved in his bones. “Is that why I feel like I have the worst heartburn ever.” I pointed to the picture. “Yup, curtsy of Cas apparently no demon or Angel can find us” Okay does not mean him too? Then Sam’s phone rings. “Hello? ...Castiel?” CASTIEL! “Speak of the devil.” “Ah, St. Martin's Hospital. Why? What are you—Cas?” Cas had hung up on Sam. And the Angel walks up to us. “Castiel…” I just got lost in my thoughts staring at him.

“Y/n I'm glad to see that you're doing well.” That’s it! He must have something on his mind. “Cell phone, Cas? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?” Dean questioned. “You're hidden from angels now—all angels. I won't be able to simply—” He tried to explain. “Enough foreplay.” Bobby announced from his chair. “Get over here and lay your damn hands on.” “I can't.” What? “Say again?” He spun in his chair.

“I'm cut off from heaven and much of heaven's power. Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't.” What about me then? “You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?” I can see Castiel is sad that he can’t help. “I'm sorry.” “Shove it up your ass.” I feel terrible for Cas and Bobby.”At least he's talking now.” Dean commented to Sam and me. “I heard that.” “I don't have much time. We need to talk.” Cas directed to Dean. “Okay.” “Your plan to kill Lucifer.” “Yeah. You want to help?” “No. It's foolish. It can't be done.” Cas does really not have any fucks to give.

“Oh. Thanks for the support.” “But I believe I have the solution. There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the apocalypse.” We are wondering who he’s talking about. “Who's that?” “The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God.” Okay God right I mean why not. “I'm gonna find God.”

Dean closes the door so people don’t think we're insane. “God?” “Yes.” “God.” “Yes! He isn't in heaven. He has to be somewhere.” Cas sounded so sure. “Try New Mexico. I hear he's on a tortilla.” Dean said and poor sweet Cas did not get the joke. “No, he's not on any flatbread.” “Listen, Chuckles, even if there is a God, he is either dead—and that's the generous theory—” “He is out there, Dean.” “—or he's up and kicking and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us.” Cas just glares.

“I mean, look around you, man. The world is in the toilet. We are literally—at the end of days here, and he's off somewhere drinking booze out of a coconut. All right?” “Enough. This is not a theological issue. It's strategic. With God's help, we can win.” he really believes. “It's a pipe dream, Cas.” Cas gets very close to Dean. “I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world—and I lost everything, for nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself.” Damn, I don't think I've ever seen Cas like that before.

“You didn't drop in just to tear us a new hole. What is it you want?” Bobby voiced. “I did come for something. An amulet.” A necklace? “An amulet? What kind?” “Very rare. Very powerful. It burns hot in God's presence. It'll help me find him.” “A God EMF?” Sam questioned. “Well, I don't know what you're talking about. I got nothing like that.” Bobby shrugged his shoulders. “I know. You don't.” Cas turns to Dean. He looks down at Dean’s necklace. “What, this?” “May I borrow it?” Cas asked politely.

“No.” “Dean. Give it to me.” Dean is silent, he looks at me and I nod my head. “All right, I guess.” He takes it off. And hestionly gives it to Cas. “Don't lose it. Great. Now I feel naked.” Cas now has the necklace. “I'll be in touch.” He goes to walk out of the room. “CAS wait up!” 

He is very quick on his feet I guess having wings would help with that. I caught up to him and grabbed his wrist to pull him into a room ironically it was the chapel. We just stood staring at each other a little. I couldn't believe that he was here. I finally shake out of my trance-like state. And go to hug him tight like he would disappear in my fingers. And he does the same. “Cas were you really …. Dead?” I say right next to his ear. An answer came that I never hoped to hear.

“Yes.” A tear slips down my cheek and I squeeze him harder. We let go of each other slowly. We sat down on the pews. “So do you really think God will help us?” “I'm here aren't I” I sigh and process everything. “Ok, we will get God’s help then.” “Y/n do you really believe in this plan?” He wasn't just asking as a tactic to win this war but as my friend.

“I believe in you Cas yes God brought you back but you are the one who is fighting actively with us so no matter what remember that.” “Thank you Y/n, I must go start the search.” “Ok but now that you can’t just pop in where I am please use your phone that I gave you for that very reason” I finish with a smile. He gives me one back and files off.

When I was gone Rufus had called Bobby sounding really in trouble and something about Demons. We drove up to this bridge in Colorado and it looked like a tornado had walked through. “This is the only road in or out.” Great. “Looks like we're going to put those scout skills that we never learned to use boys. Let’s Go!” I grabbed my pack and gun and we were off.

We walked into the town slowly and lets just that tornado had walked over and full on ran through. Cars flipped over store doors open … blood in lots of places. Sprilikers on for hours. I had been in haunted places before but I have never felt a chill in my body like this. We are checking out this car when we hear a gun cuck and we turn around. It’s Ellen.

“Ellen hey!” I go to hug her but she raises the gun to my face. Dean gets in between us. “That’s far enough.” “Ellen, what the heck's going on here?” And in response, she throws holy water at Dean. I have to hold back my snicker. “We're us.” He says annoyed, whipping off his face. We walked to a church where the survivors of whatever happened held up. When Ellen knew we were safe she threw herself onto me first for a hug. When she hugged Dean and she pulled back she slapped him.

“You can't pick up a phone? What are you, allergic to giving me peace of mind the only one to call is Y/n. I got to find out that you're alive from Rufus?” Dean seems surprised by her care. “Sorry, Ellen.” “Yeah, you better be. You better put me on speed dial, kid.” “Yes, ma'am.” All of us go to the church basement and theirs a demon trap in front. “What's going on, Ellen?” I ask. “More than I can handle alone.” “How many demons are there?” Sam asks in almost bewilderment. “Pretty much the whole town, minus the dead people and these guys.” Holy shit Demons are having super bowl parties.

“So, this is it, right? End times? It's got to be.” Ellen states. “Seems like it.” Sam replies back. Ellen knocks on the door and the makeshift peephole cover gets moved. “It's me.” Someone opens the door and we're let in, the people in here look like they've been through… war. They all look normal and one of them is pregnant. Peachy just peachy.

“This is Sam and Dean, Y/n. They're hunters. Here to help.” A guy who looks like he's the most confident out at of everyone comes up to us. “You guys hip to this whole demon thing?” “We have some experience.” I answered laughing inside. There was another man in glasses sitting at the table who looked especially like he had seen something. “My wife's eyes turned black. She came at me with a brick. Kind of makes you embrace the paranormal.” Yeah, I would too.

“All right, catch us up.” Dean told Ellen. “I doubt I know much more than you. Rufus called. Said he was in town investigating omens. All of a sudden, the whole town was possessed. Me and Jo were nearby—” What? Now that’s a surprise. The last time I knew she would rather have Jo be a Barmaid than a hunter! “You're hunting with Jo?” “Yeah, for a while now. We got here, and the place—well, the place was like you see it. Couldn't find Rufus, then me and Jo got separated. I was out looking when I found you.” Well, that’s great.

“Don’t worry Ellen we’ll find her” I touched her arm in a comforting way. She gave me a small smile in return. “Either way, these people cannot just sit here” Sam said looking at everyone. Especially the pregnant woman. “We got to get them out now.” “No, it's not that easy. I've been trying. We already made a run for it once.” “So we just reverse the plan-” Ellen stopped me. “Sweetie we used to have twenty.” My eyes widened. “Well, there's four of us now—” Dean tried again.

“You don't know what it's like out there. Demons are everywhere. We won't be able to cover everybody.” “What if we get everyone guns?” Sam suggested. “Sam you want to give walking nursery over there one she won’t make it five feet without going into early labor.” I said to him hoping to slap some sense into him. “More salt we can fire at once, more demons we can keep away.” Of course, it didn’t work when did my brothers ever listen to me!? “Fine everyone but her I'll carry two guns” I could tell Sam was ashamed but he was right, unfortunately. Dean broke our tension.

“There's a sporting goods store we passed on Main on the way in. I bet they got guns.” “All right. You stay. We'll go.” Sam said to Ellen. “What about—” I pulled Ellen into a hug. “Ellen if she’s out there I promise to bring her back.” She had tears in her eyes but kept them back to be strong. “Thank you Y/n.” I squeezed her arms and followed my brothers. 

We stop outside the door well Dean stopped us. “Why don't we just go?” Dean directed to Sam about him and I. “What? Just you and N/n?” Sam clapped back. “Well, yeah. Somebody's got to stay here and start giving them Shotgun 101.” “Yeah. Ellen.” Sam starts to go but Dean stops him again. “No no no. It's gonna go a lot faster if you stay and help, okay?” “While you and Y/n split up to go get guns and salt and look for Jo and Rufus? That's stupid.” “Dean We’ll be okay.” “Thanks N/n.” But Dean was stubborn. “You don't want me going out there.” Sam realized. “I didn't say that.” “Around demons.” “I didn't say that.” “Fine, then let's go.” Sam stopped upstairs and Dean gave me an uneasy look.

Dean and I had gone to go look for Guns while Sam was getting salt. “Ok come on let me have it.” Dean said to me. “I don’t know what you're talking about.” I looked at the shotguns not looking up at him. “Y/n I know you, your silence speaks louder than your words so spit it out.” “Dean, I can't tell you how to feel about this.” “But you're judging me.” “No, I'm not.” I put the bag of guns on the table and filled it. I could tell he was still thinking that.

“Dean I think you're feelings about this whole demon blood situation is right but Sam deserves our sympathy with him.” “But he!-” “I know what he did I was there. But he’s our brother and I am going to choose to believe that he can handle this and if he can’t then I'll be with him every step of the way.” I stopped to take a breath. “I hope you choose that too.” I picked up the bag and walked out.

We went to the store to check on sam and when walked in the scene was not good. Sam was bent over a body looking at the blood dripping off the blade like it was liquid drugs. “Sammy?” He drops the knife. 

The basement air had grown stronger with tension more and more the longer we were stuck down here and now seeing Sammy Dean was on edge. Teaching everyone shotgunning quickly is harder than it sounds. “Miss, can you show me?” It was the pregnant woman. “Mahm what’s your name?” “Caddy.” “Caddy, do you know the gender and name?” she smiled looking down at her bump, and that right there I knew I wouldn't be able to live if I let her out there. “A girl and her name will be Andra”

“That’s a beautiful name and Andra is the reason why I can't let you go out there.” She looked shocked. “But I can fight.” “I know you can Caddy but if you got hurt then you may never know your kid and I won't allow that.” She sat down tears in her eyes. “I'll fight for you double-fisting it so don’t worry the demons will get it no matter what.” I tried to add a little humor to it. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it.”

“I'll be back.” I overheard Ellen say. I got straight up. “Where are you going?” “I can't sit here on my ass. My daughter's out there somewhere. I'm not back in half an hour, go. Get these people out of here.” Before I can say anything Sam speaks up. “No, wait. I'll go with you.” “Whoa, hold on. Can I talk to you for a second?”  My two brothers walked out. And I could hear the arguing. Suddenly the door pops open. Dean is up against the wall and Sam is holding him there. “If you actually think I—” Sam was getting emotional and they were talking about the demon blood.

With Sam and Ellen gone the pastor was reciting prayers like crazy. And Dean was thinking, walking back and forth. Someone pounds on the door Dean goes to open it and there is Ellen. “Ellen, what happened Where's Sam?” I asked, seeing her state telling me that she had taken a punch. She doesn't answer me and just sits down.

“They took him? Demons took him? Oh my god. What if they're in here? The demons?” Caddy got very worried. “Caddy don't worry they can't get past that door.” I pointed. Dean grabbed a shotgun and was going to leave. “Everybody sit tight. I got to—” He glanced back at everyone and saw their faces and knew he couldn't leave them like this. “Okay, we need to get a plan together. Tell me everything.” He sat down and tells the pastor and he gave me a nod of his head like, don’t worry.

“Guys, one of them's in Jo. We got to get it out without hurting her.” Well, now it's personal. Ellen snorts, laughing at something. “It called me a bitch.” “Ok no offense Ellen but I've been called worse because I took the last hot dog at seven eleven,” I responded. “No, that's not what I meant. It called me a black-eyed bitch.” Dean and I hear and either these demons are looking in mirrors or something fishy is going on.

“What kind of demons are these? Holy water and salt roll right off. My daughter may be an idiot, but she's not stupid. She wears an anti-possession charm. It's all kind of weird, right?” Ellen commented putting the pieces together. “The whole thing's off.” Dean finished. “What's your instinct?” Mine would be call Cas but I know he’s trying to look for God or whatever. “My instinct? My instinct is to call Bobby and ask for help. Or Sam.”

“Well, tough. All you got's me and N/n, and all we got's you. So let's figure it out.” “You know I agree with Ellen Dean.” “All right.” “Ellen do you know why Rufus came was there a specific sign or?” I asked. “He said something about water. That's all I know.” Water? “Padré, you know what she's talking about—the water?” Dean asked the pastor. “The river. Ran polluted all of a sudden. Last Wednesday. And the demon thing started up the next day.” Interesting. “Anything else anything at all?” “Maybe, but it's pretty random.” “Trust me Austin in this life nothing is random.” he takes in my own words. “Shooting star—does that count?”

The three of us look at each other in knowing. “Real big. Same night. Wednesday.” “That definitely counts.” Dean goes over to the bookshelf and grabs one of the many Bibles. And flips through the pages till he finds the right one. “"And there fell a great star from heaven, burning like a torch, and it fell upon the river, and the name of the star was Wormwood. And many men died."” I leaned down on the table thinking about it.

“I don’t know about you guys but that sounds like a giant ass warning sign of the apocalypse.” “Y/n’s right.” Dean agreed with me. “And these specific omens, they're prelude to what?” “The Four Horsemen.” The pastor responded. “And which one rides the red horse?” Dean questioned. “War.” war!? War. “Dean that sweet ride that was parked on main street the red Mustang.” I pointed out and he shook his head in agreeance. “If War is a dude and he's here, maybe he's messing with our heads.” “Turning us on each other.” Ellen concluded. “You said Jo called you a black-eyed bitch. They think we're demons, we think they're demons. What if there are no demons at all and we're all just killing each other?” I asked everyone in general to everyone. 

“So now you're saying that there are no demons and war is a guy.” Austin vocalized and he was right, our lives sound like they were ripped from a cheesy early two thousand TV show. “You believed crazy before.” Dean voiced back. Then there was another slamming on the door. It was Roger which is weird because I don't remember leaving.  “I saw them, the demons. They know we're trying to leave. They said they're gonna pick us off one by one.” “Wait wait wait. What?” Dean proclaimed our thoughts.

“I thought you said there were no demons.” “Austin there's not, okay.” I told him. “I thought someone should go out and see what's going on!” Oh come on! If I did not know about the supernatural world I would be pissing my pants right now! “They're gonna kill us unless we kill them first!” Roger responded in panic. “Guys please hold on!” “No, we got people to protect. All right, the able-bodied go hunt some demons.” Austin said straight back at me. He grabbed the shotguns.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Slow your roll. This is not a demon thing.” Dean tried to stop him.  Out of t the corner of my eye, I see Roger twist a ring on his finger. Fuck it's him. “Look at their eyes! They're demons!” He pointed at us and I'm sure we looked like demons. Caddy gasps. No no! “Caddy!-” But before I could get another word out Dean pulls me out of the room and a gunshot almost hits us.

“Okay this is plan you and Ellen get Jo and I'll get Rufus.” Dean whispered to us. We nodded and went to them.Ellen sets off the bomb. Jo walks a little close to window and Ellen grabs her and pins her to the wall. Of course she tries to fight. “Now you listen up, Joanna Beth Harvelle.” Ellen pulled the full name card. “Jo its us!” “Get off of me bitches!” “Jo if we were demons we would have disaboled you by now!” I try to reason. She listens. “N/n?” “Yes!” 

Now both of them didn’t want to kill us we could talk. “We all on the same page?” Ellen asked. Rufus and Dean nod. “Good.” “Hi, Jo.” “Hey.” Ok sensing tension between these two I'll pin that for later. “Okay, we got to find War before everybody in this town kills each—” Gunshots. Everyone ducks. “Damn it! Where's Sam?” Dean yells. “Upstairs.” I let him go, I had a feeling that Caddy needed help. They have the horseman and I have the people.

Ellen and I tried to sneak out to the battlefield but it was pretty hard with bullets flying through the air. “Caddy! Caddy, you have to get out of here!” “No, you're a demon!” “Caddy if I was a demon I would want you out here!” she was going to say something else but I saw a person behind her holding a handgun.

“CADDY!” I push her out of the way and a bullet goes into my arm and I'm pushed back on the ground by the force. I don’t even have time to look at my wound before the guy gets on top of me with a knife. He’s about to stab me in the heart but I catch his wrists before he can slam down. I'm slowly losing strength and the knife is slowly going down. I’m sorry guys, Cas.

The blade is about to go in my chest when the guy stops. “What the fuck!!” He gets off. “Yeah me too dude.” I breathe deeply. “Y/n! Are you okay?” CAddy asked me. “Nothing a little dirt won’t fix.” I simled to hide my pain. “You saved me.” “It was nothing.” She pulls me into a hug. “Yes, it was.” 

It feels surreal to be at such a wonderful beautiful place when the day was so ugly and stressful. I was sitting at the picnic table with my brothers twirling the ring in my hands. “So, pit stop at Mount Doom?” Dean broke the silence. “Dean—” “Sam, let's not.” “No, listen. This is important. I know you don't trust me.” Dean looks away and I nudge him to bring him back. “Just, now I realized something. I don't trust me either.” We both look at him.

“From the minute I saw that blood, only thought in my head...and I tell myself it's for the right reasons, my intentions are good, and it, it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath...I just miss the feeling. I know how messed up that sounds, which means I know how messed up I am. The thing is, the problem's not the demon blood, not really. I mean, I, what I did, I can't blame the blood or Ruby or...anything. The problem's me. How far I'll go. There's something in me that...scares the hell out of me, Dean Y/n. In the last couple of days, I caught another glimpse…” “So what are you saying?”

“I'm in no shape to be hunting. I need to step back, 'cause I'm dangerous. Maybe it's best we just...go our separate ways.” I think he's right if he needs time. “Well, I think you're right.” Dean responded and Sam and I were both surprised. “I was expecting a fight.” “Me too.” “The truth is I spend more time worrying about you than about doing the job right. And I just, I can't afford that, you know? Not now.” I feel like Dean is still avoiding his feelings but that's up to him. “I'm sorry, Dean.” “I know you are, Sam.”

“So Y/n which one of us do you want to go with. I thought for a minute and then I came back with an answer. “I think a little separation will be good for us all to sort through our own feelings without anyone else's opinion mixing in our own.” I want Dean to really think by himself. “Where will you go?” They both ask me. “With Ellen and Jo if they are okay with that.” Sam stands up and hugs me. “But you better still call me that threat could still happen.” I tease. “You too Dean.” “Yeah, I know my little sister can kick my ass.” He said as he hugged me. 

Jo and Ellen are packing up a truck. “Hey, N/n came to say goodbye?” Ellen asked. “Um actually the opposite and I totally understand if you don't want to but I was wondering if you had space for an extra hunter for a while.” Ellen throws me a pack in response. “Well come on we just got word on a possible vamp nest in Texas.” Jo smiles and we get in the truck. I roll down the window and just hope that this time apart will bring us together. 

AN/ Hope you all enjoyed and don't worry the siblings will be back together soon enough. See you Ya'll next time Xoxo Gossip Girl:)

[goldenfoxxxe]

Johnny cage or Cassidy x reader (pref fem) where they think reader is not their type and after like something almost costing their/ readers life they fall hard

Johnny Cage's No Good Horrible Very Bad Day

Johnny Cage x Fem!reader

Warnings:: angst with a happy ending, near death experience, gore, medical inaccuracies

A/N: this is such a good fic imo with an amazing lackluster ending, cause i'm real like that. I’m just getting my mojo back. I could have made this more happy but i’ve got the angst bug, hope you don't mind anon. also its not proofread, thats for nerds.

Johnny Cage knew how dangerous this was. Knew how quickly one fight in the battle to protect Earthrealm could kill someone. So when you joined the team he never even kept you on his radar. He didn’t consider you his type enough to even bother flirting when he knew it was only a matter of time until this battle took either one of you. 

You had seen the way he flirted with damn near every female who crossed his path, even when they were trying to kill him. It bothered you sometimes, the way he barely even looked in your direction, as if you were invisible. You even went to Kenshi about it, asking if you had done something to offend Johnny but even Kenshi didn’t have any clue what was going on with him. You carried on with training, occasionally going on missions with the other protectors of earthrealm. It eventually became second nature to fight, getting used to being ambushed by Shao Kahn’s warriors. You managed to be friends with Johnny eventually, never quite understanding why he never flirted with you but sometimes liking that he didn’t. 

You managed to survive every mission, sometimes with injury sometimes not. You eventually got used to the everyday pain of  being a protector. The stabs, the cauterizations, the stitches. So it was a surprise when one day you almost didn’t make it. It was just another mission, nothing extreme. Nothing you and the others couldn't handle. In Fact it was one that all of you should've gotten out of without a single scratch. You somehow ended up with numerous deadly wounds and no back up besides Johnny. 

You had never been on his radar.. ever. Years of knowing you and he just never truly noticed you. Sure he knew you very well, you were friends. He would even say the two of you were close. Yet he had never noticed you in the way he did every other woman. So why does he feel this way now? After he's watched you come to the brink of death at the hands of Mileena, does he decide he's got a crush on you? It's all panic from the moment you call his name in anguish as Mileena bit a chunk out of your side. All your other injuries were superficial things he could patch up for now and have the medics fix completely when you got back to the others. Now you had organs showing and he didn't know what to do. 

He's just a movie star, he never should've been involved in any of this and right now it shows. Nothing but dread fills his body as he watches Mileena run off. He assumed she thought you'd be dead soon. Yet, he ran to you, adrenaline flowing so hard it might as well have been going into his soul. He barely ever paid attention when one of the others attempted to teach him basic medical procedures, he didn't need to know he was always with someone who did and now you were going to suffer the consequences. He did the best he could, practically ripping his shirt off and wrapping it around the wound, ignoring your screams as he tightened it as hard as he could.

In this moment he was glad for all the grueling workouts he had gone through, all the extra training Kenshi and Raiden made him go through. Comms were down meaning Johnny would have to carry you back to base. He could only hope someone would be there, that he could make it in time. You were unconscious blood soaking his skin even through the shirt wrapped around your wounds. He was keeping pressure on the bite the best he could as he ran for the base. You had traveled so far and with comms down he couldn't even be sure any of the medics would be ready for you. 

He didn't think you could hear him as he prayed to any god that would listen. As he asked why now. Why would he love you so much now as he runs with you dying in his arms. He also didn't think those prayers would work, that he would make it to base. 

He stayed by your side hoping you would wake up, that you would heal. There was none of Raiden's magic to help you, the god had gone on his own mission. The medics had done everything and now it was just a big game of waiting to see what would happen. So he waited. 

It was almost two months before you woke up from the coma, he honestly didn't expect you to wake up. Raiden had come back and healed what he could yet you stayed unconscious. During those two months Johnny stayed at your bedside, telling you what was happening around base and how the war was going. 

You woke up slowly, not shocked to see Johnny half asleep in the chair beside your bed. 

“Did you mean it?” you asked, slowly turning towards him. 

He startled awake, nearly falling out of the chair and causing you to giggle. A shock of pain ran through your side and you winced, gently grabbing it.

“Careful, it's gonna be sore for a while, Mileena got a pretty good bite out of you”  he says after he recovers, coming to stand beside you “Did I mean what?”

“Everything you’ve been saying. It's gotta be multiple times a day you say you wish you could take my spot…..that you love me” you explain, twiddling with the blanket that had been draped over you, barely even making eye contact with him. 

He nearly chokes on air, his entire face going red. “You heard all of that?” 

“Every bit of it.” you smile softly, looking up at him. “Did you mean it?”

He sighs, scooting closer and holding your hand “Every bit of it” he says, smiling and kissing your hand.

[tomorrowsgardennc]

personal post sorry not about gardening bye garden peeps but i wanna tell a story.

i've had a massive dose of the depresso expresso for like 3 weeks now and while like i kinda know why... it still sucks because when it hits me i have -125% motivation. which means that whatever i gotta do that has a deadline (like prepping for the market) i do at the very last minute. which has ruined my tea dates with @sagescented and that's not cool. when i don't have the depresso expresso aka normal me i am the absolute opposite - i HATE doing things last minute and get everything done as soon as i realize they need to get done so i have time to like think back or make changes to a project before deadline. so when i say i have no motivation know that it just makes me even more depressed.

hubs knows my biggest issue is just getting started. once i start something i'm good to go. when i got home from the market all sad which is also not normal at all i love market days he asked me "ok, what are two things you can do tonight if you could?" and i said start more seeds and take care of the chickens. we took our afternoon nap like we always do and i didn't think anything of it.

after nap... he gets up and starts puttering around outside. i'm following him like a puppy bc i just wanna be near him. he isn't really doing anything, and i ask and he says just organizing. but he kept going around the greenhouse area, which he has like nothing there. but at the time i wasn't thinking i was just sadge but i saw the soil and the seed trays and i was like... i guess i could work on this while he putters.

i filled all the seed trays i needed to, all 12. i cleaned up in the greenhouse, all the while he went back inside and did whatever. when i was done i came inside to wash my hands and he goes "hey i'm gonna take some things down to the coop" and he grabs like a couple things and i follow him like a puppy and then i get all excited to see my ladies and i hung out with them for like an hour and didn't realize hubs left to go back inside and do whatever and just...

guess point of the story is i love my husband. i didn't realize until this morning what he was doing. he was helping me do the two things i said would make me feel better if they got done. and now this morning i got my mojo back and i'm about to get ready and do so many things to catch up.

[studentbyday]

week 2: she lives! she breathes! she’s beautifully unconventional (aka getting my mojo back)

Real courage is in trying to stay calm despite the chaos happening around and within you.

I have to keep swimming even if I don't know if my efforts will bear the fruits I expect (so far, since leaving high school, nothing about my life path has gone the way I expected. and that's just what real life is sometimes). There is meaning and purpose in the process (the fact that I keep taking baby steps towards my goals is already an achievement worth taking pride in! 👣).

Academics:

Read course announcements

Signed up for global health group

Wrote down meeting dates

Finished M1 global health (so...remember how i said some of it felt kind of "woo-woo" to me? well. we're past that now. things just got real. it might be a bs course aimed at ticking that "is empathetic and cares about humanity" checkbox for premed students applying to med school, but! global health is genuinely important and dammit if i don't treat it like the serious and important issue it is, then who am i? [context: the discussion post assignments i had to do for this week reminded me of why i'm taking this course...beyond the fact that it's required for health sci and supposedly birdy 😅])

Finished M1 immunology by Tuesday

Finished M2 immunology by Thursday

Started M2 microbiology

Reviewed some immunology flashcards

Completed microbiology quiz

Finished first pathology assignment but still have to check the last question and send tmr 🙈

Completed first two global health assignments

Completed immunology quiz

Dropped cell phys course

the amount of content i have to remember in each course is insane so i've resorted to using screenshots of the slides in my flashcards which in theory should allow me to focus more on actually reviewing the flashcards. sometimes i forget tho. and that's annoying because (a) it slows me down and (b) because my keyboard keys keep getting stuck and it hasn't been given a proper clean in ages and every time i use it it's a reminder of yet another thing i haven't done yet 😅

Health:

Pilates x3

Yoga x1

Journal x3

Meditate x4

Other life things:

Changed bedding

Laundry

Reading (designing your life / the secret adversary)

Morning nature walk and sniff 🌲 (i have been taking for granted the little pleasures i'm lucky to have in my life in the busy-ness of school. i'm glad i made a good morning bingo i can look back on to remind me of some of them. 🥺😌)

Cleaned house

Met up with some family friends

Music in My Head:

Unravel

Show

Changes (i always forget the name of this song even tho it never changes lol 😅 but i love it and the frogs sm)

Watashi wa saikyou

Träumerei

Things I'm looking forward to:

Waking up without feeling sleepy ✨

Learning stuff I need for the lab-hopeful 🤓

More pilates 💓 (the slow kind because i get to notice to how alive i feel instead of how i feel like i'm dying because it's too fast and difficult for my level 😂 and yet when i go slow, i'm still getting stronger! 💪🏻😃)

Learning the pathology of leukemia 🔬

Applying my newfound immunology knowledge to the first assignment on covid 👩🏻‍🔬

Being done with all my work for the week 😌

My not-bingo bingo so far this September:

[artemis-73]

Suptober Day 14: Fave Episode

"…I need you to keep the faith, for both of us. ‘Cause right now, I… Right now, I don’t believe in a damn thing," Dean says, heartbroken eyes glimmering with tears.

Chuck hits pause. The shot holds on a closeup of Dean, so obviously changed by everything he's lost. With a thought, the lights in the movie theatre raise. "A perfect ending to the episode, right? All of Dean's angst and pain and suffering stewing in what was once a hopeful, bright-eyed and bushytailed kid. Him needing to lean on Sam. You love that, right?"

Becky hasn't moved. She's staring up at the screen with tears in her eyes. She looks back at Chuck. "What… No! What happens next? Does Cas come back? Does Mary?"

There's satisfaction in knowing that she's hooked on the story, even if she's being a little pushier than he'd like and is focused on all the wrong things. "Who cares? Mary's resurrection was Amara's failed experiment. I love my sister, but she's got no instinct for what makes a good story. And Cas? Cas should've been gone years ago. It's time for Dean to get over it. He's in the Empty, which is where he'll stay. Think of it as the cutting room floor. I can't see them; they can't see me. Come on. Let's focus on what matters: Lucifer's kid, huh? That's a fun villain."

Becky swipes at her eyes with shaking hands. "Jack?" she asks. "He's just a kid. He hasn't done anything wrong. He seems to really care about Cas, too. Maybe he can help Sam and Dean get Cas back."

"Enough about Cas!" The lights flicker, and the theater shakes. Chuck wishes he could find anyone else to be a part of his focus group, but Becky's the only one he can trust with all the lore. Sure, he doesn't always listen, but he has to know the rules before he can break them. "Now, Cas is gone for good. So let's talk about my outline for the rest of the season—"

"Wait," Becky interrupts, always so inconsiderate. "There's still a minute left in the episode."

Chuck whirls to face the screen. His little outburst must have jolted the electrical because below Dean's devastated face is the scrub bar with the episode length. It should only have a couple of seconds left, after all, there's no need for credits during a private screening with the Creator. Chuck is sure that when he cut the episode together, this was the last shot he chose.

But there's a still a minute and change left.

He scrambles for the remote. He has to know, even though he dreads what comes next. It has to be Amara. It has to be.

Dean's face twitches into action as he breaths raggedly for another second. Then it cuts to a shot of Castiel lying in a field. A familiar field.

"No, no, no, NO! I cut the meadow. I cut Dean spreading his ashes, and I cut Castiel."

Castiel stands in the sun, his smiling face tilted toward the sun, and then the episode ends, and the screen goes black. In the silence that follows, Chuck seethes. Bringing Cas back from the Empty would've taken some serious mojo. More than anyone but Amara has, but Amara doesn't care about the angel. She doesn't care about Dean, really. She wouldn't intervene. Maybe to spite—

"Jack," he breathes. He remembers the last episode when Jack overheard Sam and Dean's big knockdown drag out, and his eyes had glowed golden, and he'd said Castiel's name right before the episode ended. "It's impossible. He can't be that powerful already."

"Wait, so Jack saved his dad?" Becky is beaming because she has no taste.

"Shut up." Chuck snaps his fingers and sends her back to her boring life. He'll need to work through a couple drafts before bringing her back. He'd hoped for more time to pick her brain before wiping it again, but he has so much work to do.

Step One: Get rid of Jack.

Step Two: Get rid of Castiel.