#because I need to put him on my shelf of ghosts monsters and other freaks

[piraticoctopus]

You may not like it, but this is what peak character design looks like

[shattered-mirror-fanfic]

Chapter 2 is finally out! I’ll try not to take as long with chapter 3!

A03 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32206135/chapters/80533708#workskin

Chapter text below th cut for people who don’t use Ao3:

It was cold...too cold. Darkness was everywhere, he looked down seeing blood smeared on his jacket. He didn’t like these colors, they were violent ones...wait what had happened? It was all coming back, all of it in slow motion. His ears were ringing as a gunshot played over and over in his mind. Screaming, crying, blood, pain...it always was his unwanted home. 

~~~

Right Hand Man woke up in a cold sweat, had it all been a dream? No, it was real, he wasn’t home. He sat up and looked around at the tent he had woken up in, seeing no one else. Right pulled out his phone (which he noted had a new crack across the top) and checked the time. 11:47. He had never woken up this late, especially when there was something big happening. “Oh fuck me with a metal pipe right up the arse.” He mumbled to himself while sliding off his bed and putting on his boots which had been left beside it. Rustling came from outside and as the australian cocked his head to pear at the source of the noise. Ellie walked in notably with her hair in a low ponytail and without her hat.

"Hey boss, glad you're awake. You completely fainted yesterday after, y'know..." She commented.

“Yeah...um, can I ask wot happened while I was out?” Right asked in response.

“Oh yeah, it was still pretty intense....” 

The events of the previous night had started with a strong wind, and ended with a hurricane. Once the government had fled, everything broke down. Henry had immediately darted out, followed by Alphys, Asgore and Frisk. Everyone was panicking. But Right Hand Man...he was silent, cradling Reginald’s newly deceased body in his arms. Have you ever seen a grown man cry? It’s depressing, even more so when it’s a 6’5” australian man with barely anything to lose. Except he just lost the one thing he could lose. Right was trembling for the first time in his life since he was a young lad, tears were rushing down his face as he pulled his best friend closer. He felt the brunette in his arms feel lighter and he cracked his blurred eyes open enough to see Reginald start to fade. Right sobbed more, quietly sputtering out “no”s, all while the teal soul was cracking away, little chips flying off into the wind before dulling and fading. The sun had set, the heart stopped beating. It was all dark, and Right collapsed.

The red-headed woman briefed her boss on everything before addressing which of the tents set up was where Reginald’s broken soul was located.

“Wait, so you’re telling me he's alive?!” Right asked loudly.

“Well, no, the doc just said she had this tank thing that can preserve human souls so she thought it may even work with the chief's soul.” Ellie responded. “Anyways, the doc and Ms. Toriel said they’ll try their best to use healing magic to repair him but it probably won’t work.”

“Hold on, who’s this Toriel lady?”

“Oh yeah, you didn’t get to meet the other monsters yesterday, Ms. Toriel is Asgore’s ex-wife, she’s super nice and patched me up since I got a cut on my arm.” 

“Huh, guess I missed a lot…”

“Yeah, here, if you wanna I can introduce you to everyone, how does that sound?”

“Sure but, can we check on Reg first?”

“Yeah, but how come, he’s just a soul right now?”

“I miss him…”

~~~

Frisk and Henry decided that staying around the makeshift camp was too stuffy, so they headed into town. It wasn’t that bad of a walk terrain wise, but it was still pretty long. Henry decided that maybe being dressed like a wanted criminal wasn’t a good idea, so he had kept his hair in a low ponytail today, leaving his hat at camp and wearing his old jacket over top of his normal fancy clothes. 

As they entered town Frisk reached up and tugged on Henry’s jacket, making him turn and kneel down to their height.

“Hey kid what’s wrong?” Henry asked calmly. Frisk couldn’t find the words to explain it, so they moved their hands in intricate motions, signing to Henry that they’re scared. Henry smiled and signed back saying that he understood and stood back up, grabbing Frisk’s hand in his own and walking with them into the town. They strolled for a bit until they reached a library. Henry pushed open the door to the dark shop, everything seemed old and sketchy. Henry flicked the light switch, lighting up everything and showing not a single speck of dust. All the books in sight seemed brand new, the floor itself looked recently polished. 

“Ah visitors, it’s been too long” A voice chimed from up the stairs. Down walked a man of average height, he had tan skin and dark brown hair pulled into a soft ponytail along his back. He wore grey glasses and a light orange apron, all tied together with a dark blue tie with a small shiny pendant on it. “My name is Mr. Williams, how may I help you?”

“Um hi, I’m Henry, we’re looking for specific books.” Henry said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Of course, what genre?”

“I’m looking for a book on politics and Mr. Henry is looking for books on human souls.” Frisk chimed in.

“Great, Henry, do you see the shelf by the mirror over there? The books over there should be what you're looking for” The man said, gesturing his hand towards a mirror hanging on the wall. “As for you young child, let me show you where the political books are.” 

Henry made his way to where Mr. Williams had gestured too, turning his head only once to make sure Frisk was okay. The white-haired man sighed as he scanned over the books looking for the correct one. One stood out among the others, it was an older book with a leather cover, he pulled it out of the shelf and stared at the cover. Guide to souls, and how to work soul bonds. Henry shrugged and opened up the table of contents when something caught his eye. One of the very last chapters was titled “How to undo an unwanted soul bond”. He flipped right to the page it would be on, desperate for answers, unfortunately fate was kicking him in the rear this time when the page was shown to be torn out and missing. Great, just freaking great.

“What’s wrong Heny~ Sick of me already?” Henry turned to the ghost behind him. 

“Leave me alone player, I was doing fine before you came along” He stated coldly.

“Don’t you see Hen, you need me, you’re only here because I made you better, and I still need to repay my debt for you helping me all those years ago.”

“I was a child, I of course helped you, just because I did that doesn’t mean I need a demon following me throughout my life!” Henry shout whispered. 

"Eh, everyone's a critic, now if you excuse me, I have to take a snack break.”

“Don’t you dare say it-”

“On the fear of weak.” 

“Of freaking course you drama royal.” 

“Thank you for using the correct pronouns.”

“I’m not an asshole” Henry laughed, following it with a frown. He looked back down at the book in his hand, flipping through the other pages before looking back up. “Hey could you-”

Gone. Player had vanished, like always. The man sighed and turned to the shelf to find another book.

~~~

A few hours had gone by before Henry and Frisk met back up at the entrance to the building, Frisk holding three novel length books on politics for beginners and Henry just with the leather book with the missing page.

“Well I hope you two found everything you needed, feel free to keep those books, I really don’t need them.” The librarian said with a smile. Henry felt something off this time, but shrugged it off as something to not worry about. Frisk wasn’t satisfied with what the kind gentleman had said and reached into their pocket. “Oh, you don’t need to pay, please it’s the least I could do for you lovely folks.”

“Mr. Williams sir, is something wrong?” The child asked, tilting their head to the side. 

“No, no, I’m perfectly grand, I just thought it would be a nice thing to do since you two stopped by.” Mr. Williams reassured. “But, maybe I have been a bit lonely, you see, I lost my daughters a few years ago and no one takes interest in my library anymore.”

Frisk nodded before asking, “What were your daughters' names?”

“I see you're quite the learner young one, very well then. My younger daughter was Cassie, she was a really sweet girl and my older daughter was Amy, she was like a little mini-me.” Mr. Williams said with a spark of joy, dimming as he finished his sentence. Frisk blinked for a moment before reaching into their pocket and pulling out a light orange cloth wrapped around a box-like object (how Frisk was carrying this, Henry didn’t know). 

“I found these, they had your daughters’ names on them, I thought you may want them back.” The child said, unwrapping the fabric to show it was an apron wrapped around a dark purple journal. Frisk passed them to a baffled Mr. Williams as he stared at the objects.

"Th-thank you Frisk, this means so much." He responded, tears welling in his eyes. The man held them close, not wanting to let go at all. 

The store fell silent as the three said their goodbyes. Henry and Frisk left, books in hand, ready to go back. Mr. Williams smiled for what felt like the first time in years. He set the journal and apron on the table below the mirror. He turned ready to head back upstairs to enjoy some tea, but he heard the noise of glass shattering, darting back around to see his mirror broken, right from the center. Two of the shards landed each on his daughter's possessions. 

He thought to himself, they need me, don’t they?

[scandalousfemale]

Ch.1 End of the World As We Know It

Chinese!OC x Kelce

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Zombies were meant for apocalyptic movies and TV shows where one could binge watch for a day and return to their mundane life. But something happened, a lab test went wrong and suddenly the outbreak started. This story takes place exactly three weeks after zombies slowly started to take over the planet. 

Series master list

WC: 3,445

Warnings: this is a zombie apocalypse fic, mentions of zombies, mentions of death, slight mention of ripping of flesh but not much, mentions of weapons!!! Knives!, mention of sewing up a wound, someone got sliced with a knife and needs to be sutured, mentions of fear

A/N: To every single person who has shown interest in this, thank you so much. Whether it’s because you were excited for a Kelce fic or you were excited for (finally) an Asian oc/face claim, just know that your support kept me writing this. I loved every second of writing this first chapter, it’s one of the first, in a while, that came really easily to me and I am so in love with the characters already. Again, thank you so much for your support and your feedback. You all keep me going. Now, please, jump into this AU with caution. Some might not make it out.

It is widely believed that right before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Kaili wondered, sitting in the empty and dark pharmacy by herself, if her cousin was granted that mercy. She can still hear the echoes of Wei’s piercing scream, forever haunted by the thought that maybe she could’ve done something to save her. But she couldn’t have. And there was no way that her death could’ve been peaceful enough to collect a couple of seconds to remind her of a life before this.

Hell, it was hard for Kaili to remember a life before this. The scattered news reports said that this outbreak had started about two or three weeks ago— she’s lost count, that there had been a mistake. The labs were trying to test out a new vaccine, one that could cure people of any potential virus that would have affected the human race and become the next pandemic, but something had gone wrong. Though she didn’t trust the reporters to tell the public much of the truth to begin with, the people have been saying that the virus had begun in New York, where scientists were trying to inject an gene editor into the bloodstream. It was supposed to make the recipient stronger and their immune system more durable for whatever that came their way. In a way, it did. When the first volunteer died, their body carried on living...lunging forward, biting, and passing on the mutant gene to anyone else who had gotten bit. 

That brings us to the problem at hand and why Kaili was trying to silently mourn the loss of her family as her backpack full of first aids and snacks were flushed against the wall behind her. She had seen the news of the outbreak on her campus TV and gotten in the car, headed straight for her family. She was just hoping that they wouldn’t have been freaking out, seeing as it would be easy to panic when all they saw were images of people ripping each other’s face off and they don’t understand the language very well

Kaili is first generation American, stemming from Chinese immigrant parents. They worked so hard to make sure that she never had a want for anything that she truly needed but in doing so, they’ve neglected a lot of their own necessities. When she was smaller, she’d ask them for seconds and they would make sure that she’d be full, even if that meant that she ate their food. Of course, once she caught on, she’d stopped asking, even sometimes putting more on her parents plate than her own. 

The feeling of her heart thumping fast in her chest when she saw her house lingered in her still. The anxiety never really rid itself from her. The images of her parents crouched on the front lawn, devouring her aunt and uncle in law still flashed in her head. She didn’t even have time to cry when her cousin, Wei, jumped into her car and told her that she heard it was safer if they started going down south. As long as they got away from the epicenter that is New York. Both girls didn’t have a chance to grieve their parents until they were out of Maryland and on the way to Florida. 

Of course, they never made it that far. They’d spent a week holed up in an underground parking lot, just processing the information. Looking up the news until their phones ran out of battery. Some days the girls barely spoke to each other, they’d just share a knowing look, a touch that would let the other know that the pain was acknowledged but they wouldn’t speak much of it.

Then, when they started to slowly come out of grief and into self preservation, they started on their trip again. Which wasn’t exactly easy. Of course, cars needed gas and people— the living, needed food and sleep. So, even on their journey, they were forced to stop. Sometimes they’d meet others along the way, especially those who swarmed the grocery stores and took everything that their arms could carry but most times it still felt like a normal day. There were people who believed that it was just an isolated incident in an isolated state.

When they reached South Carolina though, it felt like a ghost town. They’d decided to go to a grocery store and usually they were good at their surroundings but maybe the town just felt too safe. Too...empty. Wei walked in without being careful and the flesh eating monsters heard the bell of the door. They’d swarmed her before she even got the chance to pull out her weapon.

Kaili didn’t like sleeping anymore because of that. She doesn’t even remember screaming at the sight but she must’ve because the attention was suddenly drawn on her. And so she ran to the closest empty shop she could find and she’s been stuck here for the past two days.

She’d cried. A lot. She cried so hard that she became tired but she wouldn’t allow herself to sleep, pulling energy drinks from the fridge from the drug store, not like it helped. It’s funny how trauma has a way of taking care of you against your own wishes. Her body had shut down on her and she fell asleep on her pharmacy’s floor. Even if only for a little bit, she woke up only to sob again, knowing that she wouldn’t exactly get far on her own and even if she did, she wouldn’t really know where she’d end up. 

She had forced herself to stay hydrated and eat, even when she didn’t want to. Even when the look of some consistency of food made her vomit because it reminded her of the flesh that the monsters outside the doors would eat, she knew that she had to keep her energy up for when she was ready to make the move. Needless to say, she was scared. She’d never faced one of these creatures alone before but now, she figured it wouldn’t be as different as when Wei and her used to kill them together. She just doesn’t have anyone watching her back this time.

On the afternoon of the second day in hiding, the sound of glass shattering pulled her out of her self pity and planning. She had quickly crawled and hid behind a medicine cabinet, listening for who’d broken into her sanctuary.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think the entire Charleston has heard you, JJ, can you do that a bit louder?” An annoyed female voice hissed.

Great, Kaili thought to herself, I guess dying by the hands of humans might be better than being ripped to pieces. She’d run into other humans before, some nice and others not but in a deserted town like this where not even one car is in sight, she’d doubt that this group of people were all too friendly. 

“Can you two just shut up and fill the bags?” A gruff male voice spoke before sounds of bottles rattling on top of each other filled the space.

While trying to pay attention to the noise and the people in front of her, she had forgotten to check behind her, used to having Wei be there. A rookie mistake.

“What do we have here?” A blond man spoke from behind her. He couldn’t have been older than nineteen years old, yet his cold eyes told a story only that of someone who’d seen too much can tell. Then again, she supposed they’ve all seen too much at this point.

Before she could even register his words and answer them, she’d pull the knife from the band on her thigh, instinct took over. The boy jolted backwards, knocking over the medicine shelf behind him.

“Whoa, there little lady,” the startled boy shifted his eyes around the room, relaxing when his friends came to stand by him. She was outnumbered and though one to three wasn’t that bad of a fight, she didn’t want to take the risk, especially after seeing the man stood by the blond. He towered all three of them.

“Are you alone?” The female spoke, a softness in her tone that Kaili hasn’t heard since the outbreak had started.

Instinct told her to lie but what was the point? So, she nodded once.

“Do you speak English?” The tall boy asked, which earned him a scowl from Kaili and a scoff from the girl next to him.

“She literally just responded to me when I spoke to her, what kind of a dumb ass question is that, Rafe?”

Okay, so the tall one was called Rafe, that means the blond had to be JJ, Kaili inspected them, eyeing their clothes and their weapons— or lack thereof.

“She’s just staring and I don’t know whether to be turned on or creeped out,” JJ said, caught in the middle of the two glaring at each other. A comedic relief, of course.

“I can speak English,” Kaili said, her voice coming off tense and dry. After all, she hadn’t used it in two days except to sob, and even then, she tried to cry in silence.

“Sorry, we’re so rude,” the female shook her head before she stepped forward as Kaili stepped back, not expecting the sudden movement, but the girl in front of her acted like she didn’t notice. Her smile was warm, her age probably mirroring that of the blond.

“My name’s Kiara,” her hand still outstretched as Kaili switched her blade to her other hand and took it cautiously, “this here is JJ,” she pointed to the blond as he flashed his canine at her in a smile that had a deadly edge to it.

“And that’s Rafe,” she pointed at the tall man who seems to be a little older than the rest of them, maybe a little bit closer to Kaili’s twenty-three. 

“I’m Kaili.”

A beat passed, where no one moved or had said anything and Kaili strapped the blade back to the outside of her thigh, alongside the others.

It was as if the group had seen her for the first time and she wondered what that sight must’ve looked like to them because to her, it would seem like she’s a broken little girl playing dress up. 

“Wait, you know how to fight?” JJ asked, not hiding the shock in his voice had he eyed her weapons. 

“I know how to survive,” she shrugged. She had a small obsession with switchblades when she was younger, that had turned into a throwing knives obsession but when it came to shooting or fist fighting? She was at a loss. 

They eyed her clothes. Black pants with a weapons belt wrapped around her hips and down her thighs. Her black long sleeve shirt was tucked neatly into the waistband. She looked like a mercenary and it was all thanks to Wei. The day of the zombie attack was Wei’s birthday and so she was stuck in her birthday dress for days before the younger girl made it a mission to raid an abandoned store for some new clothes. Something about how it’s not practical fighting in a skirt, no matter what comic book says. She used to laugh at the thought but thinking about it now hurts her. 

“Do you know…” Kiara began to ask before Rafe put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head but she only gave him a desperate glance.

“No,” the boy pulled at her but JJ broke his grasp, standing in between them, as if he was protecting Kiara from a potential threat.

“Do you want him to die?” Kiara grit through her teeth from behind JJ. 

“We don’t know her, do you want to die?” Rafe hissed back. 

“We don’t exactly have a choice.”

And so they continued their whispered argument and Kaili pretended not to hang on to every word, when she'd heard enough, she had responded to the question that hadn’t been asked.

“I know first aid, well, a little more than first aid. My mom is a doctor,” a lump formed in her throat when she realized what she had said, “was a doctor,” she corrected herself.

“Then it’s settled,” Kiara spoke, “we will allow you to join our group if you can help our friend. He’s suffering from a knife wound to his abdomen, it’s deep. He’ll need stitches, maybe. I don’t know. We’ve been using cotton and tape for now but he’s losing blood and color and let's be honest, we don’t know anything about what kind of equipment or medicine we need. So, can you help us?” She said with a desperate tinge in her tone.

Kaili had never been so grateful in her life that she had suffered from wounds before from playing rough until her mother had gotten so upset that she’d learn to dress her own mistakes.

“Depending on how much blood he’s lost and if the wound is infected, I can help,” Kaili responded as she went around the pharmacy, getting everything that she thought she’d needed. After about five minutes, she’d met them at the front of the door with six plastic bags.

“In case someone else gets hurt,” was her explanation for the bags. JJ laughed, muttering something about liking her already as he took some bags off of her hands and they walked out of the shop.

Rafe stalked ahead of them, a gun in his hands, as Kiara fell in line with Kaili.

“Thank you, again for this. I know you don’t know us and you could have said no. So, even if that one,” she nodded at Rafe, “isn’t going to say it, just know that we are grateful.”

“Don’t thank me yet, I don’t even know if I can save your friend,” Kaili’s reply was short but not harsh, as she wasn’t trying to be rude. She just meant to be truthful. 

Rounding the corner, a van came into sight. No scratch that, it can’t even be considered that, it was more like a tour bus.

“Topper and his theatrics,” Kiara explained, as if Kaili would know what a Topper is, when she saw the girl’s eyes widen, “Gretchen Wilson was having a concert when everything had gone down. I guess they all died or something because her bus was left behind, with a full tank of gas and water, I might add.” 

Kaili just nodded, a loss for words as she followed them to the bus and then up the stairs to the inside of this luxury transportation. She couldn’t believe it. She took a quick glance around the space noting the kitchen, beds, tv, and bathroom but the most important thing she noted was that there were more people than the group who came and got her. She expected maybe one extra person, of course, the one who was hurt. Not six more people. Kiara had locked the door behind her and suddenly, Kaili was feeling a little bit less comfortable.

“I thought I told you not to pick up any strays,” a voice called from the driver’s seat. An older looking blond boy with blue eyes had faced her.

“Chill out, Top, she’s here to help,” Kiara defended her as JJ called out from somewhere in the bus, “and she can fight!”

That didn’t stop Topper from eyeing her once more before starting the car up again. Rafe had gone up front to Topper and another male, one who barely gave her a glance.

Finally, a boy appeared from the bathroom, looking disheveled and covered in sweat. Yes, she could see it now. He did lose a bit of blood.

Another boy, she later found out his name was Pope, had laid a towel on the floor for the injured boy, John B, to lay on top of. Introductions were rapid before JJ laid the bags on the floor next to her.

Kaili had put on gloves and when she lifted his shirt, she grimaced at the sight. Someone had decided to wrap duct tape on his wound and she prayed that there was a protective layer between the tape and the injury or else there was a risk that she’d open the wound and start the bleeding all over again if it hadn’t already stopped. Muttering a round of sorry’s she was able to breathe again when she saw that there was, in fact, a cloth in between and that his wound had already begun to clot. 

After advising him to eat some food and take pain relief medicine, she began cleaning out the wound, in which John B had let out a whole plethora of curse words at the girl anyway and even more so when she started suturing the cut. She hadn’t noticed the audience that she had attracted, nor that the bus had stopped again, until she had finally wrapped a flexible gauze around his middle and pulled the gloves from her hand.

Putting all of her used equipment into a plastic cup, she then handed it over to a beaming and smiling Kiara who’d thrown it away for her. Then John B was quickly taken back to the end of the bus, to a bigger bed, by a girl named Sarah who’d thanked her endlessly.

— 

After a nicer round of introductions, except for one, she found out that Rafe was actually related to Sarah and that they both had another sibling in this bus who’s name is Wheezie. She tried not to laugh at that. Sarah was dating John B, who were best friends with JJ, Kiara, and Pope. Pope knew a whole lot about dead bodies and he was always reading up on the news. Then there was Topper, who was the main driver, who was also friends with Rafe and the guy who liked to keep to himself mostly. Though Kiara did mention that the guy, Kelce, isn’t usually like this but that it was hard for him to see siblings who made it out together when he didn’t. Kaili didn’t ask for her to elaborate since it wasn’t Kiara’s pain to share.

She got all of that before they asked her if she wanted to use the shower, which she jumped at the chance to. She couldn’t help but feel a little sad though, that Wei wasn’t here to experience this with her. After a quick wash, rinse, cry, and repeat. She pulled her “I heart North Carolina” over sized T-shirt over the biker shorts she took from a store and willed herself out of the bathroom. Fighting the urge to crawl into her bunk and call it a night when a group of them asked her to join them for a movie night as Kiara fixed up dinner with Topper. 

She looked around this group of people, crammed into a stolen bus and she wondered who they really were, what their story was. They didn’t seem like they’d be friends outside of this situation but honestly she didn’t want to ask and they weren’t very keen in sharing, not that she’d mind because she wasn’t jumping at the chance to talk about her life before this mess either.

“Hey,” the boy who didn’t pay her a single speck of attention all day, sat across the way from her. She’d only nodded to him as a response, unable to turn her gaze back to the DVD now that his was on hers. “I’m Kelce,” he offered his hand to her and unlike earlier, she took it immediately.

“Kaili,” she'd said softly but she was sure he’d already known that, if not for Sarah saying it in between her thank you’s, then because of JJ insisting he was the one who had brought her back for his friend. Speaking of which, JJ had strutted out of the bathroom, shaking his wet hair at both of them, causing them to unlock their hands and gaze from the other. She couldn’t help but laugh at his childish antics. He had dropped to the spot next to her and extended his arm over the edge of the seat behind them as he settled in to watch the movie. Though she tried to get back into the actors on the screen, she couldn’t help but notice that Kelce’s eyes kept coming back to her, like hers did for him. It was as if he wanted to say something to her or maybe he wasn’t comfortable with her intruding into his space.

No, she definitely didn’t know what she was getting into.

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[yutaya]

Iron Fist Rewatch: 1x03: Rolling Thunder Cannon Punch

That's so terrifying. You look an entitled asshole in the eyes and say "no" when he tries to pressure you into doing something morally corrupt that would actively hurt another person - one who has specifically asked you for help - and then armed home invaders break in in the middle of the night. Ward is basically the mafia boss that Colleen has just pissed off, from her POV. No wonder she hates him.

Wow, now I want the fanfic where Colleen keeps calling Ward a mafia boss to his face. "Just because I'm under your mafia family's protection NOW doesn't make that time you put out a hit on me any better, mobster." "'Mob-' I never put out any 'hit'. I'm not the mafia." "You don't need to bother with pretence here, mob guy." (Danny helpfully does not point out that Ward definitely put out a hit on him, but the entire room is still painfully aware.)

Danny: Sorry the people trying to kill me broke your lock.

Colleen doesn't for one second find it out of the question that the cops might be in on the whole "corrupt rich white man is doing shady illegal things and trying to have a 'problem' 'fixed'" thing. Danny does, ("I haven't broken any law?") because Danny spent ten years as a rich white boy and then the next 15 in a culture completely separated from the rest of the world's reality. Or: Danny, a rich white boy, trusts the police. Colleen, who tries to make her dojo a safe space for a bunch of underprivileged majority bipoc kids living in the "bad part of town", does not.

Possibly the reason they speedrun us through Ward going up to the penthouse again is to remind the viewers how obnoxious it is to get up there before we see Danny climb the building later?

I forgot about this freaky tube thing. What is that? High tech coffin? lol. There's an implied "you should be unsettled by this" vibe to Harold's whole "it's so peaceful in here, I can't help but doze off" but when I don't know what the tube is the context is kind of lost on me.

Again with Ward calmly asking for an explanation about such a seemingly insane business choice, especially one that he's going to have to explain to people, and Harold brushing him off. Infuriating. And let's just toss in a sprinkling of "Joy has always been and always will be better than you, who can't do anything."

Harold: "Doesn't it occur to you that I'm doing this all for you?" Me: "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I HATE YOU." He doesn't even just say "I'm doing this for you." No, he has to say "Doesn't it occur to you that I'm doing this for you?" Rather than simply lying, he just has to back Ward into that corner. Ugh. UGH.

Ward: closes his eyes, long huff of breath. I should start a count of how many times he does this.

MY SKIN IS CRAWLING. Freaking Harold. Ugh ugh ugh he's the worst.

Danny you realize you're both disrespecting Colleen AND talking about pretty sensitive subject matter right in front of her student?

Joy: "We need to do the right thing." Me: "You keep telling yourself you're a person who cares about that, Joy."

Joy used to do Ward's homework for him????

Like, what?

Seriously, what?

Was this supposed to be a cute exchange? Because my Asian American upbringing says it's NOT.

Joy: "In another life, this would have been romantic." Danny: "Gross, you're my sister."

"You and Ward, you're the only link to a life that I had. It kept me going under very difficult circumstances." ;___;

Joy talking about clinging to her dreams of Harold meeting her after school and holding her hand and smiling at her in her grief after he died is making me so miserable. To Joy, Harold means comfort.

Danny: *Starts talking about ghosts* Joy: Oh right, he's crazy.

Colleen: "You dishonor yourself when you fight for money."

Jeri, who has literally been mind-controlled, almost got murdered slowly and painfully, and brought a killer to her wife,

Young intern Jeri Hogarth calling the boss's secretary a "hatchet faced bitch" and then bribing said boss's 10yrs or younger kid not to tell is. Well. It sure is a thing.

I still want Danny inviting Jeri to Defenders friend group hangouts and Foggy and Marci both blanching. Jessica and Jeri can snark at each other and Danny can be like "You're friends too! I didn't know!! :D"

Honestly, I would have watched a whole show on the intricacies of classism issues, with the Elite like Jeri and the Meachums teaching Danny how to live and maneuver in that world and Colleen and the dojo and Big Al teaching Danny about the reality of life for the lower class, and our golden-hearted Danny in the center of it, consistently determined to do what's Right,

Joy: lol, isn't this such a fun, teasing, sibling-banter thing we do, me joking about how I'm going to close this deal and you would only endanger it?

Harold: punches trainer full in the face, then casually suggests weapons next time while the guy is still groaning on the ground

Is Gao terrorizing Harold and making him kneel on glass supposed to make me feel for Harold? No one deserves this but that doesn't make Harold magically not a monster.

Danny.... just taking over lecturing the class is not respectful to Darryl or Colleen either.

Danny: "What kind of soldier training is this? They're acting like kids!" Colleen: "That's the POINT! I am not training them to be soldiers, I am creating a safe space for them to be kids when they usually can't be in the rest of their lives." Danny's warped K'un Lun upbringing really shows here. It's heartbreaking to remember that Colleen isn't just some good samaritan either - that she was raised in a cult too and has her own warped upbringing viewpoints.

A line I need to appear in a Ward/Misty/Claire pov fic: "Colleen tends to seem normal because most of the time she's next to Danny. It's easy to forget that actually, she's completely batshit."

Colleen keeps throwing Danny out for bringing trouble to her doorstep and then not really fighting it when he sticks around anyway (Which: Danny. Danny, this is problematic behavior, Danny.) - it's when he becomes a danger to her students that she gets serious about it. Even if Danny wouldn't physically harm them again, he is now a drain on their mental health: he represents a potential danger, a reason to be constantly on guard, and a removal of their safe space.

Ward clearly has no idea what the heck Joy is doing. It's all very troubling and this family is so messed up.

The way Ward ever so slightly shakes his head at Joy as she bribes Patel with his nephew's actual life.

The blanket into snow is a great transition shot

Joy feels like Ward refuses to tell her things the same way Harold refuses to tell Ward things! But Ward doesn't actually have the ability to tell Joy anything because he doesn't know anything! Ugh!!

On Joy's desk: a photo of her and Ward toasting at some party. She also has a copy on her shelf at home.

Joy poured her blood sweat and tears into Rand. She's proud of it. To Ward, it's a prison.

Wait so their plan is that there's no record that Danny Rand ever existed? Like, besides. The city's collective memory? People know about Danny Rand, guys. You need to delete the ability to connect this adult man to Danny Rand, not young Danny's entire paper trail. I mean, anything linking them would be included in literally everything about Danny but still. Seems unnecessary and suspicious?? I know nothing about crime.

Jeri casually constantly reminding Danny that the Meachums are the corrupt villains of this story must be really messing with Danny's head. Not that she's wrong. Poor boy.

"Isn't it obvious!? I'm not your sister. He's not your brother. We don't want you here." brb crying forever

I have to appreciate that this fight moderator is actually trying to run a semi-safe tight ship behind the showmanship

"Cut the Floyd Mayweather shit." Floyd Mayweather: a former professional boxer, competed from 1996-2015. Often referred to as the best defensive boxer in history, as well as the most accurate puncher. Nicknamed "Pretty Boy" by his amateur teammates because his defensive technique left him with relatively few scars.

That whole Randy biting Colleen (breaking the rules about going too far laid out at the start of the fight) and then her climbing on top of him to keep on punching after he's down was really framed like one of those troubling "the hero loses control and it's bad" type scenes.

I am very curious about Jeri and the Meachums' history. Jeri and Ward snark at each other so much in this meeting. And they definitely seem amused while doing so. Also Joy was like "Hogarth" at Ward earlier, and Jeri described their relationship as "complicated" to Danny.

Ward slumps down in his seat so he's lower than anyone else in the room, despite probably being the tallest. This is probably meant as a show of dismissiveness: Danny's case is so insignificant that he doesn't need to respect them by sitting up straight - but it IS interesting, from a power dynamics in staging perspective.

Ward, who has a constant escape plan of stealing from his employees and running away with Joy, plus was literally talking about leaving and starting over with nothing earlier in this same episode: "It could have been easy. You could have taken the money and had a great life."

The elevator level can be controlled by the lobby man???

Another picture of presumably child Joy on Harold's desk, as a toddler this time. How many does he have?? This is cruel set dressing.

Harold playing on Ward's loyalty again. "I need you to help me. I don't have anyone else."

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Fallen Idols: Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,801

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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There comes a time in everyone’s life where fairy tales and make believe are simply that. Cinderella is only a fairy tale, there is no wicked witch of the west coming to get you, the monsters under your bed are only lumps of lint that little kids believe to be eyes, and all the scary things kids believe to be out there can be explained away by normal objects.

Not you.

In your life, everything that adults believe to be fake are real. The monsters are real and they won’t stop until they have every last person in this world. There is no escaping the monsters under your bed because as you grow older, you realize those monsters are within yourself with no way out. Instead, you bury them deep and pretend they never existed in the first place. Bad idea. They always seem to come out in the end.

“So, what happened?” you asked as you stared at the ceiling of the car from the back seat. 

The drive was long, and you thought you would get a few hours in to sleep, but the brothers do not to know to keep things quiet. So, instead of sleeping, you decided to get re-familiar with the case that is just shouting for you.

“Dude suffers a head-on collision in a parked car. I'd say that's worth checking out,” Dean answered from the front seat.

“Yeah, definitely, uh, but, uh, we got bigger problems, don't you think?” Sam asked.

“I'm sure the apocalypse'll still be there when we get back.”

“Right, yeah, but I mean, if—if the Colt is really out there somewhere—”

“Sam, all we’ve been doing is searching for the Colt, and we have nothing on it. I’m sure wherever it is, it’s still going to be there when the case is done,” you sighed.

“Okay. But Y/N... I mean, if we're gonna ice the Devil—”

“This is what we're doing! Okay? End of discussion,” Dean shouted which caused an uncomfortable silence to form between the three people in the car. “It's just that this is our first real case, back at it together. You know, I think we ought to ease into it, put the training wheels back on.”

“So, you think I need training wheels,” Sam sighed.

“He didn’t say that,” you spoke quietly.

“No, 'we'. 'We' need training wheels, you, me, and Y/N. As a team. Okay?”

“Okay,” the younger brother nodded.

“Man, I really want this to be a fresh start, you know? For the three of us.”

“Does that mean we’re going to have weekly sleepovers, braid Sam’s hair, and talk about our feelings all night while wearing mud masks?” you joked with a smile. 

That seemed to lighten the air in the car, and both brothers grabbed whatever trash Dean had on the floor before throwing it back towards you. Giggling, you flicked off the candy wrappers and fast food junk off your stomach before closing your eyes.

This is going to be good for all three of you.

Walking into the Sheriff’s department, you looked around for the man who could be in charge before approaching him. Reaching into your blazer’s inside breast pocket, you pulled out your fake FBI badge before flashing it to him.

“Agents Lennon, Bonham and Copeland,” you introduced the team before putting away your badge.

“Rick Carnegie,” the Sheriff shook hands with you and the brothers. “Good to know ya. So, you're here on account of Cal Hawkins' death?”

“That’s right.”

“Well, 'fraid you came a long way for nothing. We already booked the guy that did it.”

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, “who do you think did it?”

“Follow me,” he said before leading you to an interrogation room where a man sat with his head in his hands. 

The glass pane prevented him from seeing the four people behind the glass, but you wondered why he was there when this was most likely a ghost case. Rick grabbed a remote from a table before pointing it to the TV in the room to show the videotape that Jim, the person in the interrogation room took of him and his pal before the accident.

“Cal? Is something wrong?” Jim asked as he walked into the garage. 

There was a shelf blocking the car until Jim rounded the corner to show that Cal’s head was smashed through the windshield as if he had been traveling at a very high speed before getting into an accident even though the car was stationary.

“Oh my God, Cal. Cal!” Jim freaked before Rick turned off the TV and dropped the remote on the table.

“Sicko taped his own handiwork,” the sheriff sighed.

“I don’t follow,” Sam asked.

“It was Jim Grossman that killed Cal.”

“What, what?” Dean asked, shocked.

“Well, he was the only one on the scene for miles.”

“They were best friends.”

“Most violent crimes are committed by someone close to the victim.”

“No offense, Rick, but that kind of damage can only happen at a high speed of, say, eighty-miles-per-hour. How did it happen if the car never left the garage?”

“Drugs, maybe?” Rick blinked from the shock of the question. “Look, you know this ain't brain surgery, gentlemen and lady! Whatever it looks like, that's what it usually is. It's simple.”

“Well, we’d still like to talk to Jim anyway, if you don’t mind,” you smiled sweetly at the stranger. 

Rick shrugged before letting you enter the interrogation room with the brothers. Taking the chair on the right, Dean took the left and Sam stood behind you two.

“Hi, Jim, Agents Lennon, Bonham and Copeland. Why don’t you tell us what happened?”

“I was in the house when it happened, I didn't even see it.”

“For argument's sake, say we believe you—”

“Why would you? The cops didn't,” Jim interrupted your boyfriend.

“Well we're not your typical cops.”

“Please, just tell us what you saw,” Sam cut in gently.

“It's not what I saw, it's what I heard. Tires squealing, glass breaking,” Jim sighed. “It was the car that did it.”

“The car?”

“I mean, I heard about the curse, but I just thought it was a load of shit.”

“Curse, what do you—what do you mean, curse?” you asked.

“The car. Little Bastard.”

“Li—Little Bastard? As in the Little Bastard?” Dean gasped.

Here we go, in an instant, Dean went into fanboy mode.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, uh, what's Little Bastard?” Sam asked.

“It's James Dean's car,” you and Dean answered at the same time before Dean added, “It's the one he was killed in.”

“Yeah, that's the one. Cal had been looking for it for years. I mean, hell, we both had. But he found it first.”

“Oh, we are definitely checking this out,” Dean whispered excitedly to you.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

The car was still in the same state as it was from when Cal got into his accident. The windshield was still bloody from Cal’s head, but the rest of the car was pristine. There were other cars in this garage, but Dean couldn’t seem to take his eyes off this one in particular.

“You’re like a little kid in a candy store, babe,” you giggled.

“This is the real deal,” Dean chuckled as he walked around the car but never touched it.

“Okay, enlighten me,” Sam sighed since he didn’t know of the story behind Little Bastard.

“Well after James Dean died, his mechanic bought the wreckage, and he fixed it up. It repaid him by falling on him. Tony McHenry was killed when it locked up on the racetrack. I mean, death follows this car around like exhaust. Nobody touches it and comes away in one piece. Then, in nineteen-seventy, it vanished off the back of a truck. Nobody's ever seen it since. I'm telling you, man, if this car is Little Bastard, I will bet you dollars to donuts it's what killed the guy.”

“Look what you unleashed,” you whispered to Sam loud enough for Dean to hear. 

He gave you the ultimate bitch face for teasing him, but Sam moved the conversation along.

“So how do we find out if this is the real car?”

“Cal matched the VIN number, but the only real way to know is the engine number. Which is on the engine.”

“Great,” Sam sighed.

“Don’t worry, I can get it up. I’m not completely useless,” you smirked.

Your hands started moving around each other in opposite motions with your right hand moving clockwise and your left moving counterclockwise. A build-up of blue magic started forming around your fingers and from your palms. When the ball of magic got big enough, you hovered your hands above the car and let the magic cover it completely like a condom would to a cock. Once completely covered, you stepped back and lifted your hands which then raised the car. When the car was raised high enough for either brother to get underneath it, you stopped the motion and held it there.

“Wow,” both brothers said.

“You’re welcome.”

“You want me to do it?” Sam asked.

“No, no, I’ve—I’ve got it,” Dean gulped as he approached the car delicately. 

Even though your magic was holding it up, the ghost of the car could overpower it and slam on Dean if he wasn’t carefully. As if you would ever let that happen, but he didn’t want to risk anything.

“Okay, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you, so... don't hurt me,” he said before lying down on a roller board with a pencil in his mouth. 

He rolled himself under the car so that his eyes were level with the number printed on the engine. Dean clutched the piece of paper he was going to use to copy the number down on when the car creaked.

“Need a flashlight?” Sam asked as he looked underneath the car.

“No,” Dean startled, “don't do anything, just go away. Don't speak. Alright? In fact, don't even look at her, she might not like it.”

“Dean, you’re okay. Nothing is going to happen to you,” you assured as Sam stood back up. 

Dean scratched the number onto the paper before quickly sliding out from underneath the car. When he knew he was free, he spit the pencil out before exhaling deeply and standing up.

“Find out who owned it,” Dean asked his brother as he handed the paper over. “Not just the last owner, you gotta take it all the way back to nineteen-fifty-five.”

“That’s a lot of research,” Sam groaned.

“Well, I guess I just made your afternoon,” he chuckled. 

Rolling your eyes slightly, you carefully lowered the car to the ground before your magic dissolved to nothing once it was safe to do so.

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6x18: Frontierland

Then:

Cas is an amazing angel who can teleport and believes in humanity and always tries to do the right thing and can transport people back in time and is funny and cute and is doing everything for Dean Winchester and he is not making horrible life choices right now. Also, they’ve got to find a way to kill Eve, the big bad of season 6.

Now:

March 5, 1861

Sunrise, Wyoming:

Showdown at high noon...and Dean is there? Whaaaa?

48 hours earlier

(And 150 years later):

Sam, Dean, and Bobby find a hidden bunker of the Campbells.

*insert book porn montage*

(This really makes me hurt that Bobby never saw the bunker. Thanks for nothing, Show.)

Bobby learns that “the ashes of the phoenix can ‘burn the mother’.” Dean has some private time with Samuel Colt’s diary before sharing that “Gun killed a phoenix today. Left a pile of smoldering ash.” Yep, The Colt.

Dean suggests they “Star Trek Four this bitch.” Sam and Bobby are clueless (Dean Bby, I’m SO sorry no one understands your love of pop culture. I, too, suffer this fate and it sucks so much.) Sigh, they travel back in time, kill the phoenix and take the ashes back with them. Dean gets to praying to Cas ASAP.

It’s not Cas who arrives, it’s Rachel. Cas is busy. Just as she’s laying into the brothers that they only call Cas when they need him, he arrives and sends her away.

Back at Bobby’s, Cas informs them that they only have 24 hours in the past before he loses contact with them. And Dean went shopping. Oh, Dean Bean. Sam calls it like it is and declares, “You have a fetish!” Lol.

Cas questions Dean’s need to wear a blanket. O.M.G. does this episode have everything good and awesome in it? Cas is clueless AF (or is he just a smartass who observed this time and knows blankets aren’t a customary form of clothing?), Dean can hardly contain his utter glee about the wild west, and there’s time travel! (And it’s a beautiful Back to the Future sequel to In the Beginning.)  

Cas sends the boys back in time and tells Bobby to pray for him in 24 hours, and flaps away.

Dean and Sam each respectively find authenticity and horseshit in the past.

They also find a town hanging.

Elias Finch (ha,ha, get it? Another bird) stands convicted of killing his wife. His last words are “You’re going to burn for this. Everyone of you.” And the doors open.

They need to locate Samuel Colt, but not before a local makes fun of Dean’s cool outfit. Dean bby. His petulant removal of the blanket is cinematic gold.

The brothers head to the sheriff’s office. Dean gets to roleplay as Marshall Eastwood (Sam’s Walker, Texas Ranger. Lol.) No one is impressed. They also further make fun of Dean’s clothes. BBY! Sam stays on task and asks about Samuel Colt. They suggest asking Elkins at the saloon about Colt. (Elkins!)

Bright and shiny eyed Dean is instantly rattled when they enter the saloon. Yep, it’s more Deadwood and less Gunsmoke. Dean and Sam saddle on up to the bar and Dean asks for a top shelf whisky. “I only have the one shelf.” Lolololol. Sam gets a sarsaparilla. They ask about Colt, and Elkins tells them that last he heard, Colt was about 20 miles out of town, building a railroad stop.

Dean gets a chance to fraternize with the local gals. Remember, Dean Winchester said on screen that he’s “no germ freak” so canon is canon.

Darla’s best customer, the judge, arrives, and they head off upstairs. The look of relief on Dean’s face is perfection.

The judge and Darla get to their business, when Sam and Dean hear a scream. Finch, the hanged man, is there and burns the judge to ash. The boys arrive to find just the ashen corpse.

Later, as the sheriff is investigating the crime, Darla insists that it was a ghost. The sheriff insists that Finch didn’t die. Time to form a posse and kill him the right way --with a bullet in his head.

For cinematic science:

The boys put together that the phoenix and Finch are one and the same. Dean makes Sam go out to find Colt and The Colt, and he’ll stay behind to meet up with the posse. DEAN LOVES POSSE. Ahem. (And he is such a fucking cutie about it all. STOP.)

Meanwhile, the Finch finds and cremates the sheriff.

In present time, Cas and Rachel meet.

Rachel asks Cas about things she’s been hearing --things she doesn’t want to be true. (Brb, crying in retrospect.) They fight and Rachel injures Cas, and he kills her. Whelp.

Castiel flaps into Bobby's kitchen in a heap and grabs some of his own gut-blood to paint sigils on the wall. “We running or fighting?” Bobby asks him just before Cas collapses into Bobby's arms. Sleeping, it is.

Back in the way-back, Dean saunters into the bar in a new coat.

For science: 

He's looking to meet up with the posse but hey, he must be early. Nobody else is there yet. Dean's fine though. He'll just meet up with the Sheriff and be on his way. Just then, someone shouts that the Sheriff's dead. Wherps. Dean wants to know who the Sheriff is now and the bartender picks up the badge from the burned out body of the old Sheriff and pins it onto Dean. There's a new Sheriff in town. It’s Dean Bean.

Elsewhere, two rough-around-the-edges fellers burst in on Samuel Colt. They want him to open up the devil's gate for them niiiice and easy. Colt shoots them with the, uh, colt. The two demons spark out.

Meanwhile, the Deputy – the last member of the phoenix-killin' posse - packs frantically. There's a knock on the door. “Candygram for Mongo,” Dean says in a ridiculous, high voice and greets the Deputy with a gun in the face. Dean introduces himself as the new Sheriff and notes that the Deputy appears to be getting ready to flee.

No, no, it's a wild coincidence, the Deputy protests. He's off to visit his sister. Dean tells him that there's no outrunning the Finch. (“Outrunning the Finch” is my band name.) The deputy can survive if they manage to “gank” the Finch first. But Dean needs the deputy to be bait for it to work.

Across the frontier, Sam pushes his way into Samuel Colt's cabin looking fine.

So much science: 

Sam introduces himself to Colt as a hunter from 2011. Colt asks him to prove it, so Sam pulls out his phone. “Alright,” Colt says, pouring himself a drink. He's a hunter so jaded that Sasquatch Spaceman Sam doesn't faze him at all. Sam pulls out Colt's diary and tells him that he's going to kill a phoenix with his gun soon. “I'm either too drunk or not drunk enough,” Colt mutters, peering at the diary. Sam tells him that they're due to ride out to Sunrise to kill the Finch.

Sam: But you're a hunter.

Colt: Retired.

Sam: There's no such thing.

Colt: I'm out.

Sam: There is no getting out.

Aaawww Sammy.

Sam orders Colt to go with him, or give him The Gun. Colt tells him he lost it in a gambling game. Sam calls him on his bullshit and tells him he just killed a couple demons a few hours ago. Colt begrudgingly shows him the gun, secure on his hip, and tells Sam to come back when he's more experienced. “Trust me,” Sam Fucking Winchester says, “I've got plenty of miles.”

Back in the merry land of Bobby's house, Cas wakes up from his power nap and tells Bobby that Rachel betrayed him. She was corrupted by Raphael. (Me: weeps 8,000 tears at Castiel's lonely journey of power and betrayal.)

Castiel reveals that he's hurt, but will heal. He took refuge in Bobby's house and the sigil he painted was meant to ward angels. Bobby tells him it's time to “pick up the kids at Frontierland” when Castiel tells him that's a no-go plan. He doesn't have the strength. There is one thing that might help him, though. Bobby's soul.

Bobby's startled at this. Does Cas want to use his soul to make a deal? (Ow, this hurts in light of what we know about Castiel's cooperation with Crowley. Nice friggin' parallel, writers.) It's not quite like that, though. If Cas can just...touch Bobby's soul it'll power him up and pull back Dean and Sam. If he screws it up, however, then Bobby explodes. Bobby agrees reluctantly, because he's a trooper, and preparations begin.

Dean guards the Deputy who's locked up in jail. He's still waiting for Sam to bring back Colt or Colt's gun when the Finch walks in. Dean informs him that he'll never get to the Deputy. The iron bars will keep him at bay. Dean identifies himself as a hunter-slash-sheriff. (Me: It's an old joke but I'm gonna snicker until the day I die at “Slash Sheriff”)

The Finch tells the true story of his wife's death. He'd gone into town with his wife and walked into the bank for a few minutes. When he came out he found the Deputy had attacked her in the alley. When the Finch tried to stop him, the Deputy shot the phoenix and his wife. His wife died in his arms but the Finch survived. He got locked up for his wife's murder, instead of the Deputy, and it’s revenge-o’clock. Dean ascertains the truth from the deputy and decides that he's not worth saving. But he's still got to kill the Finch, on account of his monster nature (and the fact that he really, really needs those ashes).

The Finch reaches for a gun hanging by the jail cell and shoots the Deputy in the heart. Dean mutters that he should have seen that coming (Oh Dean <3) and then flees before Finch can shoot him as well. Dean races for cover and pulls his own gun, then he and the Finch stalk each other through the main street. Sam runs up just in time and hands Dean Colt's gun. It's time for a show-down.

Back at Bobby's, Castiel rolls up his sleeve to plunge his hand into Bobby's soul. Like ya do.

In Frontierland, the whistling soundtrack begins as Dean and the Phoenix face off.

They reach for their guns and fire. In the future, Castiel's eyes glow with the power of Bobby's soul. Dean shoots the phoenix in the heart with the Colt and the man sparks out and collapses into ash in the street. Dean blows smoke from the Colt and starts to say, “Yippee kayay, motherfu--” when the clock begins to strike. Dean races to scoop up the ashes, dropping the Colt as he sprints towards the ashes.

Light shoots from Castiel's eyes as he sucks Sam and Dean back to the present just a minute too soon. Dean fails to get the ashes and begs Castiel to send them back. Castiel just gives Dean A Look.

They're screwed.

Suddenly there' a knock on the door. It's a courier! There's an ancient box in his hands with a note on it that says they must deliver it on that date. It's from Samuel Colt. Sam grabs the box. “It's mine. Great. Thanks.” He slams the door in the eager courier's face (SAM!) and pulls out a wooden box from the package. When they open it, they find Sam's old phone and a note. Colt got Sam's name and address from his phone and forwarded them the phoenix's ashes. They pull out a bottle full of ashes. 

Boom.

Dean Winchester and the Order of the Quote-ix: 

We'll "Star Trek IV" this bitch.

I only watched Deep Space Nine.

And look like a spaceman?

Cas, "I Dream of Jeannie" your ass down here pronto.

The answer to your question can best be expressed as a series of partial differential equations.

It's dirtier than it looks.

So much more germier than I pictured.

The sarsaparilla ain’t half bad.

His name is Clyde.

You know me. I'm a posse magnet.

Ride 'em cowboy.

When you've done this job as long as I have a giant from the future with some magic brick doesn't exactly give you the vapors.

I need you to let me touch it.

I didn't get a soulonoscopy for nothing

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Brushwork || Art Major!Calum AU (Chapter 14)

Summary: An Art Major AU where Dallas - third year gawky art student at VCA -  makes a deal with Calum - her cute new neighbour and project partner - and they spend the entire year learning that the perfect masterpiece takes a whole lot of brushwork.

Date: 24 August 2017 Requested: as always  Pairing: Calum + Dallas Words: 3.4K Warnings: nothing other than the occasional f-bomb. A bit of Mali in this chapter too, and we all love her so.  A/N: IT’S A MIRCALE! TWO CHAPTER UPDATES IN ONE MONTH! AM I GOOD OR WHAT?! I’m so immensely proud of myself for sticking to my guns and pumping out another chapter less than a month from the last. Thank you to everyone who still reads this and to those who have kept up their faith in me and sent me positive vibes to keep going. This is one of my favourite pieces and I’m so excited to finish it with you all :-) big love xo 

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Chapter 14:I Was Too Terrified To Speak Much Louder In Fear Polly Would Legitimately Tear My Head Off And Put It On A Spike At The Door To Warn Her Future Best Friend.

Now is probably a good time to mention that Mali had gotten my number the day after I left her in Calum's apartment. She’d messaged me and said that she felt bad for not saying goodbye before she went back to Sydney – and to be honest, I felt bad for forgetting that she was even leaving. But she forgave me soon enough – word travels fast in the Hood Family, apparently.

She messaged me not long after Calum had officially called our Friday night plans a date, demanding that I called her immediately. Part of me thought maybe she was just being nosey, but by the sounds of things she just really wanted to know how I was feeling. I told her I couldn’t talk yet, that I still had class and – oh, yeah – Calum was still with me and would be for the majority of the day. She wasn’t overly impressed with that, but it kept her off my back until 4pm on the dot when I told her I’d be back at home.

I dialled Mali’s number and as I waited for her to pick up, it occurred to me that maybe I should have been calling my own sister instead of the sister of my upcoming date. Isabelle would be squealing in her seat if she knew that I, Dallas ‘Social Anxiety Makes Me Inept and Useless’ James, was going on a date for the first time in Jesus knew how long. She’d be proud of me, even, and she almost never said that out loud. There was something about telling her, though, that freaked me out even more than the date itself. Once it was news in the family then I was never going to hear the end of it. And if things ended badly (which, you know, it usually did considering it’s me we’re talking about), well, that was something I didn’t think I could handle even slightly.

“I want to hear the exact words, okay, Calum is being surprisingly tight-lipped about this.” Mali didn’t even say ‘hello’ which lead me to believe that she was more excited about this than I was.

“Well,” I had to think about it. The last 24 hours were a bit of a blur, they happened so fast. “First we were talking about our mural.”

“Yawn.” I could almost hear her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“It was the lead up!” I defended her brother. “It was pretty smooth actually.”

“My brother? Smooth?” Mali snorted. “Who knew.”

“Yeah, it was… nice. He was confident.”

“Another miracle.” Mali laughed. “What did he say after that?”

“Uh, well he said he had a question for me and asked if I wanted to go see Luke perform at this open mic night thing on Friday.” Mali squealed, but quietly as if she was trying to wait until the very end of the story to let loose her fangirl heart. “I didn’t really catch that he was asking me out, though, so I said that I would go if Luke wanted me to and then –”

I paused to smile because Calum’s voice started ringing in my ears a little bit. I never thought I’d be That Girl that reminisced about every moment between her and The Boy, but it was hard not to be. Now that we officially had a date, every moment counted. And I hadn’t made it all up in my head, either. He’d said the words himself.

“Then what?!” Mali asked, impatient. I chuckled quietly.

“Then, uh. He laughed at me. He said it wasn’t Luke that wanted me there but him.”

“Wow.”

“Then I asked if he meant a date and he said it was. So, yeah, we uh. We called it a date.”

“Of course it’s a fucking date!” Mali exclaimed, and I could hear the grin in her voice. “You’re going on a date with Calum Fucking Hood!”

“Oh my god, can you…” I face-palmed, feeling the blush creep up my cheeks. It was all well and good when I whispered it out loud to myself that I was going on a date with Calum Fucking Hood, but when Mali said it out loud like that it made it seem like he was some sort of international heart throb guitar player and that dating him was a total miracle beyond belief. It was still a miracle, but not for reasons to that extreme.

“Look, it’s not a big deal.” I tried to continue, but I laughed anyway because that was the biggest lie I’d told myself in ages. Mali laughed too, and I did not blame her.

“I know, I know!” She said anyway. “Still. I’m glad for you two. This will be good for him, I can tell.”

“How can you tell?” I had my eyebrow cocked as if she was really here. I imagined her shrugging, but tapping her nose while she shot me a wink.

“It’s a sister’s intuition.” She said very matter-of-factly. “We all have it, even you.”

“Even me?” I feigned offense. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” Mali cackled much like my own sister would have. And that alone made me wonder if maybe, by chance, Isabelle wasn’t just bullying me our entire lives and I really was just as gawky as she was saying I was.

“You know what that’s supposed to mean.” Mali said very slyly, not giving me the benefit of the doubt in the slightest. “But anyway, how are you feeling? You are okay with this right?” I took a breath, though I wasn’t sure if it was because I was nervous or if it was because I was giving myself more time to answer. Likely, it was a combination of both. I lived nervous, and the longer I took to think about my words was always the better.

“Yeah.” I said, probably less enthusiastic than I meant. “Yeah, definitely. I, uh. I’m… I mean, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want this. I just convinced myself it never would I’m, like, in shock or something.”

“Why the hell not?” Mali seemed to demand of me and I shrugged because the list of ‘Why Not’ reasons was too long to even know where to start.

“Because it’s me!” I laughed. “And I don't look like Polly and I’m not like my sister or his friends. I didn’t think I was his type.”

“Calum doesn’t have a type.” Mali said after a small pause on her end of the phone.

“Really?” I asked. “I figured he was a tall, leggy, blonde kind of guy.” Mali scoffed and I kind of just accepted it as I wondered out of my room and out into the kitchenette (I’d made the realisation that I was starving when my stomach growled half-way through that sentence). She didn’t comment on how I’d just described her as Calum’s type – which I was glad for because I didn’t really want to re-visit that awkward conversation.

“Nah, nah.” Mali sounded like she was trying to reassure me of this (which I wouldn’t put passed her, if I was being honest). “Calum… He likes who he likes.”

That statement made me feel better than I thought it would. Because even though on one hand that meant I basically every human alive was my competition, it also meant that there was a chance I was good enough for something.

“Well, thanks.” I said dumbly while I stared at mine and Polly’s mostly empty fridge, frowning at the lack of appeal it had. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I say something unnecessarily sexual that he could charge me with sexual harassment for.”

“Wait, what? I need the story behind that one.”  

“Maybe another time.” I said with no intention of ever reliving the moments I’d accidentally come on to her brother. “When are you coming back to Melbourne?” I thought changing the subject might make this conversation less humiliating.

“As soon as you and Calum send out your save the dates.” Mali fired back, making me kind of regret ringing her to begin with. I laughed, though. Her dig at me didn’t seem to sting the same way as when Polly did it. “I do have to go, though, my Mum is calling me to help with dinner.”

“Alright,” I said, giving up on the fridge and trying my luck in the pantry instead. “Well don’t give anyone food poisoning.”

“I’ll send you a package for taste-testing.”

“I’ll pass. Talk to you soon.”

“Send me a picture of The Outfit!”

“If I remember.”

And then that was it. I found a box of chocolate Pop Tarts on the top shelf, and I had no idea how old they were, but you can bet like hell I was going to eat the shit out of them.

“What’ve you got there?” That was Polly. She’d wondered out of her bedroom, and that confused me because I was under the impression she had classes until later tonight.

“Pop Tarts.” I said with a grin. “Want some?”

“Always.” Polly nodded and I threw her a pack, knowing she didn’t much care to heat them up. I thought she was a monster for it, but I didn’t often say that out loud. Also, she was in a funny mood so I didn’t want to push my luck.

“I thought you had classes tonight?” I asked her as I unwrapped my snack and jammed them into the shitty toaster on the bench. Polly shrugged, sitting on the Ghost Stool on the other side of the counter, and rolling her eyes nearly into the back of her head.

“Got an email from the lecturer and the tutor. They’re both sick and out until next week so they’ve given everyone an extension on our folios.”

“Huh.” I raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough – I think?” Polly was chuckling darkly and making me second guess if this was a good thing for her or not.

“I mean, sure,” Polly scoffed. “But I don’t think they’re really sick. I’m pretty sure they’re fucking and have gone on holiday together.”

“You think so?” I asked. And Polly nodded wildly.

“Oh yeah. They’re both young for their jobs, in the same field, and they see each other every day.” Polly laughed again, this time less darkly. “Everyone can spot the sexual tension between them – they try to pretend they hate each other but it doesn’t work very well.”

I chuckled, not because what Polly was saying funny but rather, because Polly always had a knack for creating conspiracy theories about everything.

“Well, either way,” I took to saying as I switched the toaster off at the wall and just about threw the steaming hot chocolate tarts onto a small plate to let them cool down. “You got the extension to make up for it. And even if you don’t need it –” I could see Polly about to interrupt with that exact excuse. “– At least you’ve got time to do other stuff. Whatever you want, really.” Polly paused and then shrugged as if I’d made a good point.

“True.” She said simply before taking another bite of her Pop Tart. I took a chunk out of mine too, swearing loudly when the melted chocolate within blistered the roof of my mouth. Polly snickered at me, and I glared back.

“Rude.” I mumbled, sticking my aching tongue out at her.

“No.” She said, straightening her posture and staring me down very intensely. “No, what’s rude is my best friend scoring a date with a total hottie and not telling me about it.”

I flushed a brilliant red from neck to cheeks.

“You, uh… You heard about that?” I mumbled out. I was too terrified to speak much louder in fear Polly would legitimately tear my head off and put it on a spike at the door to warn her future best friend.

“Yeah, I heard about that.” She said. She was not impressed in the slightest. “Why did I have to hear it from Michael that you and Calum were finally dating?!” I opened my mouth to object, but then what she’d said hit me and I frowned.

“Wait,” My mouth was full of Pop Tart. “How did Michael find out?!”

“Luke!” Polly practically wailed, her mouth also full. This was the most uncivilised conversation I’d ever had, probably. We were such barbarians. Michael heard from Luke who heard from Calum.”

“Jesus…” I muttered, turning back to my Tarts. “Luke and Michael have such big mouths.”

“So do you, usually.” Polly pointed out and I sulked because she was right. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She sounded less annoyed with me now and more… upset. I looked back up to my friend and while she didn’t look like she was about to with the Oscar for Best On-Cue Crying, she did look like she wanted an explanation. And to be honest, she probably deserved one. I usually told her everything.

“Sorry, Pol.” I said with tight lips and a small, one-shouldered shrug. “I just… I didn’t want to bother you.” That wasn’t really the whole truth, but it was definitely part of it. Problem was, Polly frowned at me for it which probably meant she wasn’t buying it at all.

“Since when have we worried about bothering each other?” She deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning on the counter on her elbows. “You know I don’t care about that, good news or bad.”

“I know.” I said guiltily. I felt like I was getting lectured by my parents – but worse, since I actually cared what Polly thought and what she had to say was almost always important to me. “I just… I-I was confused about how to feel. I’ve kinda only just come to terms with the fact that I liked Calum like that, and the idea of him liking me back was some kind of fucking miracle so… I dunno, I guess, I just wanted to work it out for myself, and I knew you were caught up doing whatever with Ashton so I just… I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

There was a pause, and I was scared because as soon as all of those words come out of my mouth they sounded like the wrong thing to say. And I hated that – when the truth is the truth but it feels like it’s not. And Polly was looking at me with these eyes that I just couldn’t read properly, so I didn’t know if I’d just offended the shit out of her or hurt her feelings or what.

“First of all,” She finally spoke after a minute or so of pure silence (aside from my heaving breathing as I tried to cool down the Pop Tart that was already in my mouth like a dickhead). “You shouldn’t feel like you need to do anything on your own. That’s why we’re friends, dude, and you need me just as much as I need you.” I nodded, still refusing to look the girl in the eye, just in case I turned to stone. “Second of all, it is a big deal. I knew you were going to like him like that the moment we met him – hell, I nearly liked Calum like that when we met him, have you seen the kid?!” I laughed at that one, rolling my eyes slightly at Polly’s theatrics.

“Yeah, yeah.” I waved her off as she reached over the counter to push me in the arm (gently – it was too awkward of a position to punch me for real). “Will you be less mad if I promise you can help me with my hair and make-up before I go?” I finally looked back up at her face and she was beaming cheekily the way she did, and it was a nice change to see her smiling at me. I could almost see the Old, warm twinkle in her eye.

“Always.” She said for a second time and she pushed me again. “Anyway,” She continued. “Third of all, there’s nothing going on with me and Ashton so that shouldn’t even be an excuse at all.” This time, Polly looked away from me and I shot her a challenging cocked eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah, because you and Ashton rocking up the next morning after a Tequila party in your underwear is ‘nothing’.” I shot. “Care to explain that one, since we’re on the topic.” Polly gave another wild shrug, her face pulled together in a grimace as she tried to find the words. She swallowed the last of her Pop Tart and shrugged again. I thought I could see the hint of a smile twitching in the corners of her mouth.

“We’re… Ugh, I don’t know, it’s complicated.” I furrowed my eyebrows together.

“What’s complicated?” I asked. “You like him, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah.” She huffed.

“And he likes you?” She shrugged.

“I think so.” She sighed. “But there’s… there’s more to it than, that, we’re… well, we’re working it out.”

Polly gave a crooked, unconvinced smile before standing up to put her wrapper in the rubbish bin. She didn’t sound (or look) like she was going to say any more on the topic so I didn’t press for any more answers. I wanted to, because she was being very vague about this whole situation and I wanted nothing more than to ask her straight out if her and Ashton were sleeping together. I had the feeling they were, because based on this conversation alone, ‘more to it than that’ could really only mean one thing. I could have been reading into it too much, but I didn’t think so. It was Polly and it was Ashton. They had a habit of making things complicated with sex.

I was a little bit annoyed, especially when Polly wondered off back to her bedroom. She’d just grilled me (lightly) until I spilled what was on my mind and apologised for offending her and our friendship, and yet when I tried to do the same and get her to open up, she shut me out and got vague. I was finding it hard to understand how that was fair. Part of me felt like it was just me being dramatic and entitled, but like it had been all the time lately, there was something about this friendship between Polly and I that seemed very one-sided. I frowned, staring at Polly’s closed door for a moment before huffing and waving it off. It was a future problem for future Dallas. I had more important things to worry about.

I realised, as I sulked around the kitchen and put the rest of my things away and changed clothes, that I was quickly running out of daylight and I needed to haul ass down to the mural. Calum and I were slowly running out of time and considering we almost never had time to work on this shit together, we were relying on each other to pick up the pieces every time we worked on it separately. The last I’d checked, Calum had finished the last coats of base paint and, since he’d drawn and given me a copy of the final design, I gave him the creative freedom to choose his colour scheme too. That meant it was up to me, today, to start the outlining on the wall.

It was going to be tough, limited daylight aside. Calum’s design on paper was almost flawless, and I was crazy scared whatever I started on that damn wall wasn’t going to do it justice at all. I worried the whole way down to the atrium, and even more when I laid out the tarp and paint. I figured out that spotlights were going to help my sunlight issue – but they weren’t going to help if I fucked up big time.

For yet another night, I spent hours down working on that wall. Security asked me 3 times for my ID, my pass and the letter from our teacher explaining what the fuck I was doing painting on school property in the middle of the night. It was a new record. It was nearing one in the morning when I’d finished the outlines for each stage of our ballerina transformation, each one was only missing one thing.

Her face.

[thejojosanctuary]

Hey, good work with the blog so far! Can I request Josuke (part 4), Okuyasu, and Koichi reacting to finding out that their adorable S/O's stand is seriously terrifying, like, main monster in a really good horror movie terrifying? I'll leave what said stand looks like up to you. Thanks!

Okay, so Imay have gone a little overboard with the writing -__-‘ I hope you don’t mind!I tried my best to keep it at least a little ambiguous as to what the standslooked like to leave the rest up to your imagination! Hope you guys enjoy! :3

-Ghost

Josuke:

·        Josuke probably assumed that either his S/Odidn’t have a stand or wasn’t comfortable showing it off so he wasn’t going topush them or anything either way and would just enjoy the fact that his S/Ocould actually see Crazy Diamond

·        However he’d still be incredibly curious aboutwhat their stand would look like – Would it be as cute as his S/O? Did it havean ability that would help others like Crazy Diamond?

·        At this point he’d probably be imaginingsomething similar to like a giant walking plushie or at least something alongthose lines

·        But unfortunately, as he comes to find out, thisisn’t the case during a none-too easy enemy stand battle

·        No-one can really expect to be jumped by morethan one stand user at once except Jotaro but they were fairly easy tobeat so long as they didn’t get close enough to do any actual damage to him orhis S/O

·        That was until one of them got too close withouthim noticing and sure enough, one of them had flung themselves towards thepompadour teen with their stand poised to do some serious damage

·        And yet it would never come

·        Instead, a hulking shadow swung through the airand blew back not only the attacking enemy but the other thugs as well by thesheer force of its blow.

·        Needless to say Josuke was only left to watch asthe enemies were pummelled to the ground and left scrambling (and draggingthemselves) away with cries of sheer terror

·        There would be a three second pause where Josukewould feel a little bad for thembefore he comes to realise that whatever had attacked them was right behind him.

·        The hulking monstrosity towered over both himand Crazy Diamond, it’s body built like a wall as it’s blank, almost lifelessgaze found its way down to him

·        It wouldn’t be until the mystery stand lumbersover to his S/O, its heavy footfalls creating slight tremors that he snaps outof it.

·        “H-hey babe! Get back-!”

·        Cue utter confusion as S/O ignores his words andreaches out towards the monstrous stand, then shock as it leans down andnuzzles it’s head (what it can fit of course) into their hand with a deeprumble – that could only be described as a tiger roaring from a Cliffsidefacing and ocean, before shock set in as he quickly put two and two together

·        “HOLYSHIT BABE THIS IS YOUR STAND?!”

·        It would take a while for Josuke to actuallycalm down, partially because he now knew for sure that his S/O did in fact havea stand, but mostly because their stand is so goddamn terrifying!

·        When things do settle down though he’d probablyend up taking in the full appearance of their stand, telling himself that evenif it isn’t nowhere near as cute as his S/O he at least knows it is more thancapable of keeping them safe when he isn’t around and that may be some sort ofconsolation

·        Don’t get it wrong though he’s still freakingout on the inside

·        “Heh…now that I look at your stand I guess itdoes look sort of cool…(I didn’t knowstands could have four arms though…)”  “I’m so glad! I thought you’d freak out,especially when you see its real face!” “…great…”

·        Meanwhile Crazy Diamond’s watching on theside-lines with a smile at his users plight, aware that S/O’s stand (whilstlarge in size and utterly terrifying to behold) isn’t as bad as his user thinks– afterall, the stand is just like them except in another body (shout out tothe first request :3)

·        It’s going to be a long day for everyone

Okuyasu:

·        Although Okuyasu didn’t get to see many of thestand users his brother created he’s still seen his fair share of stands thatwould seem as ‘horrific’ or ‘monstrous’ to others, but these things reallydon’t faze him

·        That being said, when he hadn’t seen his S/Oshow any signs of a stand yet they could still see The Hand he assumed that itwas just something that could happen and brushed it off

·        It wasn’t until one random day that changed

·        His S/O had invited him over to keep themcompany while they cleaned up around the house and this pure boy was justenjoying the fact that he got to spend time alone with them

·        He’d find it cute how his adorable S/O would bescurrying around and sorting things up, and he’d be grinning whenever he wouldoffer to help and in response they would puff up their chest and proudly statethat they could handle everything (they’re a strong, independent S/O)

·        As the time ticked by and it grew later andlater in the day everything was finally starting to come together and hispartner began to relax a little more, pausing for brief breaks to talk and cuddle(much to Okuyasu’s delight) before getting back to doing little tasks

·        However, when they left the room to put awaysome books, the last thing he expected to hear was his S/O cry out as a crashsounded from another room, much less watch as two or three books came sailingback into the room and slam against the wall next to him

·        Oku would be up in a second and charging intothe next room, The Hand emerging in preparation for finding anything in thenext room and ready to protect his S/O

·        What he did find was S/O, shock clear on theirface with a myriad of translucent tendrils surrounding them, the bones beneaththe sleek skin visible as they formed a protective shield against the bookswhich continued to topple from the shelf above

·        At first Okuyasu would be incredibly confusedand may even think that whatever was surrounding his S/O was some type of enemystand so he might try to attack it

·        S/O would end up having to stop the confusedbabe before they ended up losing a chunk of their stand and explain to him thatthis was in fact their stand and that they only refrained from showing him infear of creeping him out

·        Once everything is sorted out S/O would probablyrealise that all of their worrying was for nothing as Oku begins excitedlyexamining the mass of tendrils like a child on Christmas, all the whileshowering the stand (and S/O) with compliments

·        “Whoa babe this is so cool! You should haveshowed this to me before! There’s so many of ‘em!”

·        S/O’s gonna be a blushing mess by the time he’sfinished, but the he’s right to calling up Josuke and telling him that hisS/O’s got a stand

·        “Bro! S/O’s got a stand!” “Awesome! What’s itlook like?” “It’s a slimy and looks like a bunch of tentacles!” “…what?” “Itcan snap its bones and shape ‘em into anything it wants – it can even make askull!” “…bro”

·        It’s not even his S/O but Josuke’s stillsuffering XD

Koichi:

·        Ah, Koichi. Poor, poor Koichi

·        This boy would have probably talked to his S/Oabout stands once he realised they could see Echoes (although if this was act 3he’d be yelling in the background and probably trying to set the conversationas far off track as possible – much to S/O’s amusement and Koichi’sembarrassment)

·        Once they had told him that they also had a standbut didn’t want to show it he was confused – surely their stand wasn’t thatbad…right?

·        Koichi wouldn’t push them any further than theywanted to and would have most likely ended the conversation on the note ofreassurance that they didn’t have to show it if they weren’t comfortable

·        I don’t think he would mind if they didn’t wantto

·        Josuke and Okuyasu on the other hand, would makeit their duty to coax S/O to reveal their stand with every trick they have uptheir sleeve (regardless of whether they have their friends blessing or not)

·        Be it that they’re just walking down the streetor in the comfort of their own home nothing’s stopping these two when they put theirminds together, yet even then Koichi’s S/O remains vigilant to their tactics

·        Eventually though everything would pay off after abouta month of non-stop tricks

·        S/O would be talking to Koichi whilst Josuke and Okuwatch on from a distance, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and when theythink it’s good to go they’d probably end up throwing something (maybe a ballor another object along those lines) in their direction.

·        Of course this would be all going to plan until theyboth realise that it’s not heading towards S/O

·        It’s going towards Koichi

·        Okuyasu would have The Hand out ready to stop itbefore if reached the small boy when it finally happens.

·        From behind S/O their stand would dart out, piercingthrough the thrown object easily with the use of a single, needle like digit inthe blink of an eye before retreating to a standing position behind its user.

·        Grinning smugly, their stand would twirl the itemaround the finger it was pierced on to make a show of its work before tossingit carelessly into the dark abyss of a mouth that seemed to be tore into thestomach as it’s gaze landed on the two culprits

·        By this point Koichi’s watching on in pure shock ashis two friends begin backing away from him and his S/O in the genuine fearthat they would follow in the objects footsteps before he realises that this was what his S/O’s stand lookedlike

·        He’d wonder how there could be such a differencebetween someone like S/O and their stand (before remembering his own stand) andhe’d be taken aback at how terrifying it looked.

·        In the end Koichi would have to remind himself thatthis was a part of his S/O and that he shouldn’t care what it looked like andhe’d probably tell them that to calm their nerves

·        It’d still take him a while to start gettingcomfortable around their stand in the future though

·        The poor boy needs some time to adjust

[sawson]

Spiritale Chapter 50

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                       Chapter 50: Deep within the Lab (part 2)

“I’m so glad I have more company, makes this place way less scary”, Chara said petting Endogeny while walking.

Yooou agree. Chara learns more about the Amalgamates in the past by the reports, no surprise this is making them sad about what happened to them. They walked to room where a bathtub should be, but there’s a closet here. They walked to it- *Knock knock*

“…What was that?”, I said nervously.

“Uuuh…”, Chara takes another step.

“*Knock knock*….It’s coming from the closet alright”

“M-m-m-m-ma-maybe iiit’s a fr-friendly and nnervous monster?”, Chara said shaking trying to stay positive, “Yy-y-ea I’d…be nervous too if I haven’t seen anybody for a long time hahaha”, Chara said before walking to the closet.

*Knock Knock*………*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*…..aaaaaaah it’s getting louder and louder the more Chara walks to it, you and the amalgamate are seriously scared while walking behind Chara who is just as freaked out as you. Here’s the scary part, you don't know what’s gonna be behind those door, what if there is a unknown being *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* aaaaaahhh. Chara have both hands on the door, they shaking and sweating, close their eyes, and quickly open the doors! …..There’s…just an indigo orb…who was knocking then….? *Knock knock* AAAH THERE’S SOMEONE KNOCKING BEHIND THE CLOSET!!!!

“CHARA LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!!!”

“ALREADY ON IT!!!!”  

We all run full speed out of there with Chara quickly grabbing the orb! *Pants* *pants*…Holy cows on the moon that was scary! Chara was soon cheered up by the Amalgamates, this soon makes them feel better and continued walking away quickly until they ended up in a the Extraction room *shivers*. Different style and looks, but still same creepiness regardless.

“Oh boy, a save point”, Chara said happily.

What? Oh, oh no!

“Ch-chara, I wouldn’t go near that if I were you”

“Huh?”, Chara said looking at you while touching the “save point”.

“Welcome to my special….”

“Wha?”

“Hhhheavennn”

“AAAAAHHH AAH AHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”, Chara shouted being hugged by Lemon Bread.

You are so glad this Lemon Bread doesn’t have your Lemon Bread’s personality, you just smile with relief. The Amalgamates walk up to them both and greet Lemon Bread, were they missing?

“What’s wrong? Do I look ugly?”, Lemon Bread asked with a sad worried tone while holding Chara up to them .

“N-n-no you just scared that’s all”, Chara said with a nervous smile while wiping slime off their face.

“That’s what they all say”, Lemon Bread said looking to the other way.

“But, you smell like sweet lemons though”, Chara complemented, “*sniffs* Honey lemon actually”

“Aaww, I haven’t felt like this in a long time”, Lemon Bread said happily hugging Chara gently swinging them.

Chara gently pats Lemon Bread’s head filling their hand with more jelly, they were put down and asked if they wanted more company. Chara agreed without a doubt, yay more friends~! Chara’s going straight ahead into the other room feel pretty confident about what might come, that is great. The room where refrigerators sits isn’t filled with fog, Chara opens the door and sees they’re all filled with test tubes and flask on trays filled with color liquid, some kind of blood packs, and other science stuff. Well except for-

“YAAAH!!!”, Chara shouted opening a door and sees white liquid splash on the ground.

You both wait for the liquid to form….JERRY?! Uuuh you mean Jerry’s mom, whoa she looks two times sadder than Snowy’s mom. She’s not even looking up. Now she’s trying to climb into the fridge but is too weak to do so.

“Are you okay”, Chara asked sound little worried, “Do you need help…miss?”

…Oh no she’s crying.

“Oh no please don't cry, I want to help…just please tell what’s wrong?”

“You…sound like…my Jerry…and husband…”, Jerry’s mom said with a weak and sad tone, “They…al…ways…wanted to….help me…”, she said wiping her eyes.

Aaaw, the Amalgamates gather around and comfort her. You do the same not caring about you being ghost, even giving her a pat on the back.

“Uum, do you wanna hear a joke?”, Chara asked nervously.

Jerry’s mom turned to Chara and give them their full attention with a drippy smile.

“Knock knock”

“Whose…there….?”

“Double”

“Double…who?”

“W~!”, Chara said making a w with their finger.

“….Hah…hahaha….hahah”

*Chara sits down and continues telling puns to the Amalgamates, they giggle*

“Haha…I have….forgotten…hearing jokes….and laughing…with my family”, Jerry’s mom said with a sad smile and tearing up, “I want…to see them…”

“Well then let’s go see them”, Chara said standing up.

“Yeees….”, Jerry’s mom said trying to get up and move, but struggles.

Chara suggested Reaper Bird to let her ride on Endogeny’s back, they gladly flew out and carried Jerry’s mom on Endogeny. What a gentle…monster? You don't know. Now you’re wishing your Amalgamates nicer when they first met you, but you won’t nitpick. Chara puts the purple orb in the slot and questions where the next slot is, you know where. You guide them back to the Extraction room and showed them the room they missed, Chara instantly saw the slot for the orange orb and put it in.

“What are these? Tapes?”,Chara said curiously picking up one tape, “Wanna see what’s in it guys?”

You and the Amalgamates agreed, Chara puts the tape in the VCR. The video first shows…New Home in the living room.

“….Hmmm am I doing this right?”, You all hear Toriel say tilting the camera side to side.

“Honey honey where are you?”, you hear Asgore say sounding excited.

“In the living room sweetie”

“Oh there you are”, You all heard Asgore say walking in, “Look what I did”, he said showing Toriel a knitted sweater while looking so proud and happy.

“Oh it’s so cute, but it’s missing in some parts”

“I know, I thought I give knitting a try”, Asgore said, “I’ll get better, and soon our son can wear one.

“Aaaaaawwww”, You and Chara said.

“Heheheh, then let me give you some help with that”, Toriel said getting up, “Oh I better turn this camera off”

Man those two were super cute together, it’s so sad they broke up. You all saw more videos of the Drerumer family and even saw your….other self. They don't look too interested in any moment they were on screen. Neither did you, but they were different. And you know how.

“There’s one more, but the other two are broken in pieces for some reason”, Chara said, “Oh well”, Chara said putting the tape in the VCR.

Now it’s shows Asriel and Frisk’s room, it’s faced on the floor near table stand and an action figure. You all hear a door open.

“Oh Frisk hey. Huh you’re wondering why I didn’t stay?”, Asriel said turning around, “I know we were suppose to be villains and sabotage mom’s pie, but….I just felt like a complete turd seeing her be seriously sick. I couldn’t watch like you did, you even opened your eyes. I didn’t know being  a villain was so awful, let’s…nnever do that again please. I liked it better when we were pretending to be heroes instead”

Then the video cuts off from there, it was from a low battery. You don't want to comment any of what you saw, you’re also very glad the Amalgamates can’t see you right now. Chara takes out the tape, places it back on the shelf, and walks off with a sad face. Then made an angry face and crossed their arms. You understand. The indigo orb doesn’t fit in the red slot, so they have to go to where the memoryheads are. Pretty far, but not trouble you bet. Hmm? You hear crunching sounds coming far the hallway where the power door is, what is that? The memoryheads and Gaster? The memoryheads are feasting on those potato chips on the ground. The Amalgamates ran to those chips and started eat them up, there are no more chips in the vending machine. Gaster smiles and waves at you and Chara.

“Mr. Gaster did you find a red orb?”, Chara ask walking up to him.

He nods his head, hands Chara the orb to them, and they both go back the way they came. You just sit here with the Amalgamates and watch them.

7 minutes later…  

“So this is what turns the power on?”, Chara asked, “Time to turn it on then”

Now that power’s on you all can get out of here, you still don't like it.

“Hello…anyone here?”, Wait that voice….Undyne!, “There you are- ow”, *gasp* she fell down.

We all ran towards her hoping she was okay. Undyne’s still in pain from the crash in the elevator, but she’s not serious hurt. Thank goodness.

“You already saw them huh?”, Undyne asked Chara, “I hope you all were nice to them”

“Don’t worry about them they were super nice and helpful”, Chara said smiling.

“You don’t mind them?”

“Not at all, but….how did they get this way?”, Chara asked rubbing their head.

“It’s b-because monsters don't have…the physical matter to take determination, so they started to melt until they…got stuck together”, Undyne explained sadly.

“Whoooa, heavy!”

“And all this time I…I was afraid about what their families would say if they saw them this way, but what I did was worse”, Undyne said tearing up, “I left these guys in this dark place and avoided them of their homes, their families kept asking of them and I just…ignored them”, she said crying.

Jerry’s mom gently rubs Undyne’s head and she looks up.

“Please…I want…to see my…husband…and baby boy again”, Jerry’s mom begged gently.

“Can I see my brother please, I want to see how he’s doing”, Lemon Bread begged gently placing their hand on Undyne’s shoulder.

“Rrroobbit

Cha-caw

Pretty please, I miss my partner”, Reaper Bird begged.

Endogeny whined and nudged Undyne’s arms.

“*Sniff* I can’t say no to that, but what about your families”, Undyne said wiping her eyes, “Won’t they be upset?”

“I don’t think they care how they look Undyne”, Chara said, “And if they don't care, their families shouldn't either”

“You’re…You’re right!”, Undyne said getting up and holding their side, “I think we’ve done enough hiding now, I’ll…take you guys home”

The Amalgamates cheered with complete joy and supported Undyne as they all walked out.

“That was wonderful! I’m so proud of you”

“Aaaw stop it, you’re gonna make me cry”, Chara said blushing and patting their cheeks

Gaster gave a hand clap, and wink, and a thumbs up.

“Now can we PLLEASE get out of here?”, You begged.

“Oh totally, I still owe Sans a gameplay”, Chara said walking out.

Gaster followed you both, I guess he needed a break from this place too.    

[shirtlesssammy]

Ghostfacers: 3x13 Recap

Then:

Harry and Ed are just professional paranormal investigators trying to get a book and movie deal.

Now:

The 2007 writers’ strike is over but that’s not stopping Supernatural from laying down a little meta commentary about the unscripted hellscape we all were heading towards. Yay for writers!

Harry and Ed are back to show us that alternate world --the one where they are the expert monster hunters; a world where we’d all be watching Ghostfacers. Catchy theme song aside, I think we can all agree with Dean with this alt-world:

With gunslinger music apropo of their hero status, Ed and Harry exit their car in suitable slow-mo dramatics. Several cars zoom by in the background. Mockumentary style, they catch the audience up on what they’ve been doing since we last saw them in season one. They set their own hours at the Kinko’s they work at, and they’ve assembled a team.

Phase I: The Homework

We meet the Ghostfacers! Alan Corbett is the Intern/Cook, and got involved because he saw Ed put up flyers and wondered where do ghosts come from? Maggie is Ed’s adopted sister, and part of the research team. Spruce is their cameraman, licensed shamanologist, and 1/16 Cherokee.

The Case? Morton House. Every four years this place becomes the most haunted place in America. The Leap Year Ghost, some call it. Corbett brings Ed some french vanilla coffee. Yeah, Corbett’s got the hots for Ed. I mean, how can he not with that really golden, beautiful sort of beard? The meeting ends when one of their parents opens the garage door, breaking up their meeting space. Gold.

Phase II: Infiltration

The Ghostfacers arrive at the Morton House. With no permit, but bolt cutters in hand, they start to bust open the fence surrounding the property when they all hear the rumble of a car and classic rock blasting from its interior. They hide, while Sam and Dean scope the place briefly, before driving away. Ed returns to breaking open the locked gate. They quickly establish Command Center I: The Eagle’s Nest. They place cameras throughout the house. Ed inadvertently compliments Corbett. Reconvening at base camp, the team equips themselves with flashlights and ghosthunting gear.

Phase III: Face Time!

Ed and Corbett scan the first floor with their EMF. Ed calls out for the ghosts to show themselves, while Corbett works the camera and hyperventilates. Ed tries to help by advising Corbett to “Calm the whirlwinds of your mind.”

Harry, Maggie, and Spruce sweep the second floor. Spruce’s camera briefly malfunctions, but it’s no big deal --it’s not like you’re in a haunted house and any little thing could be a sign or anything!

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god

There’s a rat. Harry believes that rats are like the rats of the world. Harry manages to walk back to the room with the rat when Spruce flings the dead rodent at him.

Meanwhile, Corbett continues to hyperventilate and freak out over nothing when the police arrive! Well, actually, it’s Sam and Dean.

Ed recognizes them immediately. The boys recognize Ed.

SAM: Holy [Bleep]!

DEAN: What?

SAM: Uh, West Texas... the... the tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs that almost got us killed... The hellhounds or something?

DEAN: [Bleep] me.

Dean tells Ed to get the hell out, but Ed called ‘dibs’, so they’re not going anywhere.

Meanwhile, the second floor group wander into a room that’s getting readings off the wall, temps dropping 11 degrees, and Spruce getting a specter on his camera. The ghost talks and then is shot, and disappears!

Dean, Sam, Ed, and Corbett head back to base camp. Dean and Sam make it very clear that people that spend the night on February 29th don’t live to talk about their visit. Their talk is interrupted by Harry, Maggie, and Spruce sprinting and screaming down the stairs. Harry then sees the brothers. And the Ghostfacers are not leaving the joint, no matter how hard Dean tries enticing them with ice cream. The team realizes that Corbett is missing. He’s wandering upstairs hoping to communicate with the restless spirits in the house. And he’s kidnapped by one of them just as it turns midnight! Now they’re all stuck in the house --and Sam happily reminds Dean that he’s got two months to live, but they’ll probably not live through the night.

Just then another spirit appears --they’re death echos, spirits that keep reliving their death. Dean tries shocking the spirit out of its loop --sometimes it works, but usually there has to be some connection with the deceased.

The group wanders the house looking for clues about the death echos, and Corbett’s whereabouts. They find information about Freeman Daggett, the house’s last owner, who died in 1964.

Daggett’s house was full of a lifetime supply of army rations and survivalist paraphernalia. He was a hospital janitor and Dean uncovers toe tags in Daggett’s box of Moste Precious Objects. Ew. Daggett was stealing himself “friends” from the morgue. The odd death echoes can be explained because the ghosts are lingering close to their remains.

Maggie goes missing, off on her own little heroic quest to save Corbett, though she’s quickly found by Dean (to Harry’s relief). The electrical equipment stutters and when the lights recover Sam is now missing, leaving only his flashlight.

While searching for Corbett and Sam, Maggie panics and Harry calms her with a kiss. OooOOOOoo. Ed, meanwhile, bursts in on them. “My best friend and my best sister,” he says angrily and the two fight. (I’m most touched by how he just calls her his sister, turning him into slightly less of an asshole.)

Cut to Corbett with a massive head wound slowly waking to the sound of Sam’s voice and the worst song in the world (“It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to”). Sam sits across from him tied to a chair at a dusty old table. There are cups, plates, and party accoutrements laid out. Dead bodies are arranged in party poses. Daggett kills Corbett with a spike to the throat while Sam looks on and shouts at the ghost to stop.

The remaining team tries to figure out what’s making Daggett tick when Dean realizes that he was a cold war nut who was terrified of the world ending.

Dean heads to the basement where there’s likely a bomb shelter. Daggett forces the door shut, cutting Dean and Spruce off from Ed, Harry, and Maggie. Dean tells them to grab salt from his duffel bag, make a circle, and get inside. “Inside your duffel bag?” they ask. Lol.

Dean heads downstairs with Spruce while the B team follows Dean’s instructions. The lights flicker and they gather close together in the salt circle. The ghost is Corbett, shuddering in terror, blood pouring from his wounds. Oh, honey :(

Spruce asks Dean about his mysterious comment from earlier. Why did Sam say they had two months left? Dean tells him off and hones in on the dreadful repeated music. He pushes a shelf out of the way to expose a door.

Dean breaks in just as Daggett gets behind Sam with his death spike. We finally get a good view of the party, complete with party trumpets and little elastic hats (the elastic has really stood the test of time). Sam fills us in on the back story: Daggett stole the bodies from the morgue and at midnight on a leap year, went upstairs and dosed himself to death. Now every leap year he tries to get more people to come to his creepy-ass party.

Upstairs the B team mourns Corbett, watching him replay his death over and over again. Ed tells them that they’ve got to try to help Corbett. He’s trapped, he’s in pain, but he can be helped. Ed crosses the salt line and approaches the terrified ghost.

Downstairs, Dean tries to bust through the basement door when the ghost appears. Sam shoots it away.

Harry tells Ed that Corbett had feelings for him. Maybe he can use that connection to reach Corbett. “You’ve gotta go be gay for that poor dead intern. You gotta send him into the light.” And so, in a moment that shouldn’t be touching (but goddamnit, it totally is) Ed crosses the salt line once again.

Ed tells him that he meant a lot to him while tears fall. He tells Corbett that he loves him and Corbett is shocked out of his death loop. “Ed?” he asks. And then Corbett, finally aware of his own death and of the peril the others face, becomes the hero of the piece. Corbett blips downstairs, and drags Daggett into the light.

Morning dawns with a gentle blush and the team stumbles out of the house. We cut back to the studio where they eulogize Corbett. “Here we were thinking that, you know, we were teaching you and all this time you were teaching us, about heart, about dedication, and about how gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day. Thank you, Alan J. Corbett.” It’s...touching and hilarious in one neat package. (Also I am shamelessly waiting for season 13 where gay love is totally gonna pierce through the veil of death and save the day. Right? Right??? Come on, Supernatural, it can be like a present to Edlund on the occasion of his TV show taking off.)

Cut to Dean and Sam sitting in front of Harry and Ed’s computer watching the final cut of their Ghostfacers demo. Dean admits it was “half awesome” while Sam congratulates them on exploiting Corbett’s death. Whatever, they’re ready to make bank with DVD sales and wave the Winchesters a fond farewell. They discover a bag that Sam and Dean left behind and pull it open gleefully. In it is an electro-magnet (built, I like to think, by our little genius Dean Bean). The equipment in the room zaps and all the computers wipe. (Now the Ghostfacers back everything up to the cloud, amirite?) Dean and Sam tear out of the suburban driveway and back into the wild supernatural world beyond.

Quoter-Haters:

And two lone wolves need...other wolves

[Bleep] me

Listen here, chisel chest

It’s our “Grand Canyon”

I’m not gonna whine about my [bleep]ing problems to some [bleep]ing reality show

He’s never heard of a Real Doll?

Don’t be Facer-haters