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[ever-siince-new-york]

julien baker calling reader a good girl and being in charge🙏🏻

Julien Baker x f!reader

warnings/tags: fingering, oral (reader!recieving), pet names such as... princess, baby, honey, and good girl ofc 🙄 a lil bit of toxicity and lets say stylistic errors in grammar and perspective 🙏(aka grammarly stop being mad at me i'm not gonna buy premium)

author's note: girl you know i had to. 1.2k words, should take around 15 mins to read. thank y'all so much for the requests! i promise i've seen them all, however i have also gotten back into minecraft after they added the cherry wood so... I'm working on it okay? okay. hope u like it okay bye :0

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this, not again. But, here you were, scrolling to unblock her contact. You thought there was something about this city: the air or something cliche like that. Something that had you calling Julien again and again. Surely, if it were up to you and your own free will, you wouldn’t be doing this.

The ringing from the other line drowns out any rational thought from this point on.

Ring. You shouldn’t be doing this. Ring. You’ll just get hurt again. Ring. “Hello?”

There was a point where you really believed you would never hear her voice again, never even want to. “Hey,” you said.

“So uh… wh-?” you cut her off.

“Come over,” the last of a six-word phone call.

-

You wanted to slam the door shut as quickly as you’d ripped it open. She was still wearing that stupid necklace. The one you had bought for her at a gas station in… Arizona maybe? Somewhere dry, hot. As you weren’t expecting this cruel reminder of the past, you were thrown off-guard. Clenching your jaw, you didn’t know what to say. Luckily, you didn’t have to.

The way she kissed you that night had you drunk on her from the moment she stepped into your apartment. All your attempts at memorizing her touch, her taste, her smell were in vain. Julien always had a way of making life feel straight out of a movie. It was all teeth and tongue, your mouth surrendering to hers as soon as she tongued at your bottom lip. No memory could ever do her justice.

Her hands danced over the expanse of your body, hands moving from your ribs to your hips, your neck to your breast. Fingertips shaping your body into submission like wet clay.

You broke the kiss, leading her to your bedroom. 

“That’s not very polite, Princess. Not even going to offer me a drink?” Her feigned offense only turned you on more, ever the tease. As if she could read your mind, a smirk tugged at her beautiful lips, “I know, baby. Always so needy for me,” she spoke in a low drawl. 

Any sense of control you had was now gone. You were her’s. Again. So you’d nodded with a soft pout.

“We can fix that, honey. But you need to use your words,” Julien said. This woman would be the death of you. “Please, Jay. I need it,” you whispered.

“Need what, baby?”

“Need you,” you pouted. That seemed to satisfy her as she held out her hand for you to grab with a smile. The two of you stumbled down the hallway, towards the open door to your bedroom. 

She pushed you up against the foot of your bed, reaching down to slip her hands under the hem of your t-shirt, abandoning the article to the floorboards. Her gentle kisses up and down your neck did nothing but add fuel to the burning desire between your hips. Hands danced around your waist while yours were planted into her hair. 

You tugged at her roots in the hope of her diverting her attention to where you had craved her since she flew into town. She pulled her head away to look up at you with expectant eyes.

“What do you say, Princess?”

“Please.” That made her smirk. “Good girl,” she had said. Pressing a kiss to your soft lips, she trailed her way down to the fly of your jeans. Kneeling, she popped open the button and unzipped the fly in mere seconds, clearly as eager as you. 

She slid her hand into your cotton panties, collecting your slick before beginning to circle your clit. Very quickly you migrated from standing to sitting as she continued her ministrations. As you arched your back into her touch, she slipped two of her fingers into your entrance. 

She pressed a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh before putting her mouth on your heat. She curled her fingers and started gently suckling on your clit. Her consistent motions had your mouth open and your tongue gently curled up as you laced your fingers back into her hair. The tug you had delivered to her hair every time she changed what she was doing had her moaning into your pussy, sending reverberations through your wet cunt.

Anyone outside your open window would be able to hear what was going on inside those four walls. The sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of you coupled with the wet kisses she was littering among your core were downright sinful. 

Feeling your walls fluttering around her fingers, she knew you were close. You grunted in offense and frustration when she pulled her mouth away from you, but she quickly mended any hurt feelings with her words.

“I missed having you like this, baby. All needy just for me.” It seemed like her pace began quickening after every phrase, her hunger increasing parallel to yours. The ferocity of her thrusting fingers and her thumb now rubbing at your clit had you stumbling closer to your climax.

“You can do it, Princess. Go ‘head and cum for me, baby.”

You tugged harder and harder on her strands with every pulse of your orgasm, the increasing sting on her scalp had her moaning right along with you. The way you were squeezing and oozing on her fingers as you came down had Julien weak. She pulled her fingers out of you and into your mouth.

“Suck.”

Immediately you obliged, your head too foggy to imagine disobeying. Maybe tasting yourself on her fingers was dirty, but it had happened so many times that it almost felt romantic. To the two of you, experiencing the sensual evidence of your euphoria was just as pure and intimate as a kiss. 

You laid alone atop your sheets for a moment until she returned to you. She had removed most of her own clothes, leaving herself in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. She brought the wipes she had grabbed from your bathroom up to your pussy, navigating your folds simply with her memory. A soft furrow settled itself between her brows, displaying her focused state as she cleaned you up.

Once she was satisfied, she crawled up next to you on the bed. Pulling your head to lay on her chest. You looked up at her with wide eyes as she stroked your hair.

“Honestly, I never thought this would happen again,” her hushed voice tugged at your heart. “I know,” you said. “I’m glad that it did,” her inflection made the words sound like a question, but you didn’t answer, preferring the quiet to any unsure, over-thought reply you could give. She sighed gently and gave a soft peck to your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear. Smiles rested on both of your faces, yours spreading to hers.

It was funny how little you cared in the moment you knew you would come to regret. If you could bottle the pure ecstasy Julien had coaxed out of you, surely you would have good reason not to.

For better or for worse, no one else could ever possibly make you feel the way she did, and for right then, that was enough.

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Carlena Britch talks fighting "Supernatural" Jensen Ackles and Miriam

Supernatural’s Season 13 premiere, “Lost and Found,” was quite the emotional one; however, Carlena Britch’s role as Miriam added levity (c’mon, a drunk angel?) and a good old-fashioned Dean fight scene. If you haven’t read my review of the premiere, catch it here. You can also find some great holiday gift ideas for that #SPNFamily member who has everything here. To refresh your memory: Carlena plays Miriam, the “drunk” lady in the fast food restaurant that ends up being an angel, one that stabs Jack and in turn gets dusted by Dean. Carlena is not only an actress but a dancer as well – she has appeared in Lip Sync Battle dancing in that famous episode with Channing Tatum vs. his wife Jenna Dewan Tatum where Beyonce popped in, as well as Justin Bieber’s Believe. One of Carlena’s answers makes me wonder if we’ll be seeing Miriam again … Your character, Miriam, had quite the entrance – and the exit. What was your favourite part about playing her? I loved my initial unassuming entrance as a mere nuisance to the Winchester brothers plans. The initial shock in both the writing (and Dean’s face!) when Miriam comes back to kick some butt was super badass. What kind of background did Miriam have as an angel, that made her play the “drunk girl” so well? (Angels are notoriously, well, stuffed shirts.) Miriam’s got a sass to her that no wings or halo could tame, with a background full of pranks and clowning around. Needless to say, she’s got many tricks up her sleeve. Keep your eyes peeled! Tell us about the fight scene with Jensen Ackles. I understand that you broke something? Thankfully nothing was broken, (minus a few set pieces - sorry props!) but I did finish the episode with a minor fractured left thumb due to my own adrenaline taking over while filming. Jensen was a pleasure to work with, and we built a really awesome level of trust within all of the physical elements. How did you get into acting? I always felt as if I was acting, even onstage during my dance years. I naturally translated character and emotion into the movement and choreography I was doing. And, while filming my first movie, Disney’s ‘Camp Rock 2’, I knew that soon enough the same characters and emotions would exist on screen without the dance moves. How has being a dancer affected you as an actor? I am so comfortable in my own body thanks to 18 years of professional dance training, and I’ve been fortunate enough to translate my abilities into stunt work and martial arts over the last 2 years. [caption id="attachment_50025" align="aligncenter" width="450"] Images: @CarlenaBritch Twitter[/caption] What was the funniest thing to happen during filming? On our first shoot day (and also the first shooting day of the season!) Jared and Jensen rented an ice cream truck for the cast and crew. While filming the scene of the 3 of us hanging by the Impala, Jared did the entire thing with vanilla ice cream dripping out of his mouth. None of us could keep a straight face! [caption id="attachment_50026" align="aligncenter" width="696"] Carlena Britch in "Brother's Keeper"[/caption] Do you have any upcoming projects you’d like to share? Yes! On December 8th, a Lifetime movie I’m starring in is premiering! And I am currently shooting a psychological thriller titled ‘Stillwater’ set to release early next year! You can tweet Carlena up on Twitter.

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Day 16, Pai: belonging

Click here to see pics from Pai! This morning, we woke up before the sun to ride 3 hours to Pai, a village/town that is popular with a lot of backpackers in northern Thailand. I rode with Silver, Carlena rode with Evan, Georgia rode with Florian, and Meks and Jimmy rode alone. As per usual, we made a bunch of stops along the way. A couple stops stand out to me. The first was a random stall on the side of the highway about an hour in where we are sticky rice that was cooked in bamboo with coconut and beans/sesame. We made stops at random viewpoints to see how far we'd driven up and the scenes were breathtaking. We stopped at a "rest stop" that had the greenest grass and bluest skies and we did yoga and tumbled and laughed for a while. On the roads in Pai headed to our bungalow, we were right next to people riding elephants which was really cool but sad (I don't support that industry). At the bungalow, we met Joy and Sam, the owners. They were so friendly and smiley and chill. Sam is from England and he came to Pai on a trip 10 years ago, met Joy, and decided to stay. tobuilt the bungalow, a humble 2-floor, 8-bedroom building made of wood and bamboo with a rooftop terrace. They told us we were their first-ever guests. Sam showed us around town and we got food, our bags, some booze/a cooler, and whatever supplies we needed that we didn't have. Joy and Sam told us about an art party happening later in the night and we were very curious. Sam took us to the party site. It was easily the most amazing place I've ever been. Set back in the woods, it's a clearing with a place for a band, swings, plants, etc. next to an art school. We went in the school and met Marcel, who talked about some art on the wall and explained to us that they have this project they do where you can "finish" a piece of art. There are paintings hanging on a wall and you can take one to finish. The person who started and the one who finished write a small blurb about it. I was in awe with that concept and the ideas all around me. We posted up at the hostel for a bit. Zach joined us, as did Younes from Germany and Mi from Thailand (2 people we met st the canyon and invited to join us). After resting, most of us went to a nearby waterfall for a swim. It was about a 25-minute bike ride and  5-minute hike up to  the part where you could swim. The water was 8•C (freeeeezing) and it took me a while to get in. I watched from the side while everyone climbed up a rock and jumped into the pool that the waterfall formed. Finally, I submerged myself into what felt like ice water and swam over to the rock. I climbed to the top with a bit of encouragement and once I got up, I froze. I could not move; I was petrified of the jump. It took what felt like 10 minutes for me to jump and I had no idea why I was so scared. I was shaking for a while after I jumped and just tried to ignore it. Jimmy and I walked back to the bikes and waited for everyone but no one came for a while. Some Swedes we met referred us to a cool village up the road, so we biked another 5 minutes. The village was a vast expanse of rice fields with bamboo walkways over them. We saw a group of kids playing soccer in the middle of the field as we walked the paths. After a few minutes, Younes came to retrieve us in hopes that we would all get back in time to catch the sunset from our roof. Instead, we caught sunset on the ride home and then we sat on the roof for a bit.We decided to go into the town to get some food. The place we went to made food incredibly slowly because the guy made dishes one at a time, but the food was AMAZING. We biked back to the bungalow, got ready to party, and drank a bit. We were able to walk to the art party. Every single star in the sky was out and it was a bit funny seeing the Big Dipper upside down. The art party was a gathering of every wild child in the area. We got there around 22:00, right in time for a drum circle and fire twirling thing that lasted an hour. We did some drum circle dancing with our legs and arms flying to the beat. Sam and joy were dancing, too. At one point, a tiny Thai lady with bells and a white man with  a fire stick went head to head and things got spiritual. A band came on and I walked around the clearing, talking to people and looking at the homemade art and jewelry. I bought a beautiful quartz necklace. My favorite part of the night was going into the art school and sitting with a litle girl from Spain. Her name was Manima and she was 9 years old. we talked about our lives and shared some stories about our families. I kept telling her how wonderful her painting was and she kept telling me how much fun she was having. I've never had an experince so pure and so humbling. In talking to people, it seemed that no one really cared about time or place. They were so comfortable existing in the moment and it was very powerful and liberating. We sat on the ground for a while with Olivia from Connecticut. She had a steel drum and she played some stunning melodies with it, letting us take turns, too. We all fell in love with her. Afterward, Sam took us to a place called Don't Cry in his pickup truck. We laughed and sang like idiots on the ride there. Things got good when Georgia and I started a sing-along to Bohemian Rhapsody. Don't Cry was big, open-air Rasta bar that was packed. I sat around a fire with people and shared French fries with some Canadian people. We talked to a couple who met 2 days ago and they're getting married tomorrow. The story made no sense- she couldn't talk when they met because her throats was so sore and he fell in love with her on site. He was so happy telling me that story and even  happier watching his bride-to-be and her maid of honor making out. Confused. Jimmy and I walked 1.5km back to the bungalow. I wanted to take a shower when I got back but the water was freezing so I just didn't. Today was such a good day.

[ever-siince-new-york]

i’m actually begging for josette maskin x reader please please i’m crying

Jo Maskin x f!reader

warnings/tags: wlw smut, fingering, floor sex (ow), swearing like once, reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns in this one, established relationship, and one lil smooch.

author’s note: Thanks for the request! Just a short lil thing for my first post. My fav cocky!Jo is here. Almost had her call the reader princess, but we’re not there yet ;) No use of Y/N for my lovelies. Thanks so much to everyone who’s sent in a request! They’re still open so feel free to send as many as you’d like.

Mwah, carli <3

Her sweaty back was pressed against the cold, hard floor. Her body rocked steadily with the fluid movements of Jo’s fingers. Small whimpers and breathy moans left her mouth. The air was thick with lust as the two moved on the hardwood. Her nails clawed at her girlfriend’s back, leaving ruthless red marks in their wake. 

“Fuck,” she cried out. She was getting closer.

Josette looked down at her girlfriend with a smirk. “Oh, baby, you’re doing so good,” she moaned. “So good for me, yeah?”

She knew she wouldn’t last much longer, so she reached down to stimulate her further. With the newly added sensation, her legs began to shake. Jo was kissing her neck and coaxing her closer to the edge. 

She wrapped her legs around Jo’s waist and took a hand from between her legs and into her mouth. The new angle sent her over the edge, moaning around Jo’s fingers. 

After a moment, Josette stood, scooped her girlfriend off the floor, and placed her on the table near their front door. She parted her lips, sticking her fingers into her mouth. Josette’s tongue worked around her fingers, cleaning them of her girlfriend’s essence. Pulling them out with a wet pop, she grabbed the tissue box, drying her fingers.

She crouched down to her where her girlfriend’s legs dangled off the table she was sitting on top of. With a soft smile stretched across her face, she watched as Jo cleaned her off before sliding up her sleep shorts. She slid her fingers into Jo’s curls, giving them a gentle tug to pull her up for a kiss. 

“I love you, baby,” Jo whispered. Still smiling, she purred back “I love you more.”

“Yeah? Well tough loss, baby. I've got you beat.”

“Oh really?” Jo furrowed her brows and pursed her lips before speaking this time.

“Yeah, 'cause I love you the most.”

[ever-siince-new-york]

babes i’m down bad please anything julien please

well since u asked so nicely….

had a thot the other day… i feel like jb would suck the shit out of some tittles. leaving hickies carelessly, knowing no one else would see them, only her. she’d bite them a lil too.

her tongue would circle and flick over you nipple, twisting the other one between two pinched fingers.

she’d be straddling your waist and grinding against you, so fucking turned on from your boobs in her hands and she’d have to pull away from your chest to let out a moan.

ur boobs get julien in a subby mood, like, they have her whimpering.

she’d have a boob in her mouth and a hand down her pants, getting off on the weight of your hard nipple against her tongue.

once she was done writhing on ur torso, she’d pull her head up to look at her masterpiece. hickies, bite marks, puffy nipples, and saliva galore.

the face she’d make at that view would have you pulling her back down for round two…

a/n: LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO!! very quick, whipped up on my phone. hope u like it anon 🙏 thx for all the love on my recent!!!

[ever-siince-new-york]

my rich moms and their emo kid

chewing the palm below the cut

lucy is giving mommy energy

she’s a lawyer maybe

def the breadwinner

comes home from a long day at work in her red bottoms then gets carried to the couch bridal style by the wifey and that’s that on that

julien is the ‘himbo husband’ and she’s happy to be here

collects something obscure like rare pennies or some shit

big teacher vibes with the cardigan

high school english? high school english.

one of those teachers that wears a suit everyday and don’t tell me she wouldn’t because she would

wears fun socks after her students shamed her white froot of the looms (ankle socks)

she tried to tiktok but her classic lit quote breakdowns kept going over three minutes so she deleted her account

phoebe is the teenage daughter who skips school because when would she ever use geometry in real life?

pretends to hate being julien’s TA but loves it secretly

has a fake id, thinks lucy doesn’t know. lucy knows.

because you’re not in the home of mother dacus without her finding out about it, SHES AN EARTH SIGN! SHE KNOWS!

works at 7/11 & doesn’t check id’s because she don’t gaf, they’re not paying her enough to intervene with crime. (this may or may not… have been… um, me!)

smokes by the dumpsters and is mean to freshman

family bonding is doing puzzles and not talking

julien tried teaching phoebe to drive but her driving stressed her tf out so lucy did it instead

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this blog contains fan fiction about real people. if you are uncomfortable with this please do not interact🫶

julien baker

one shots

ain’t gonna call you again

save a horse …coming soon!

sleeping beauty …coming soon!

so it goes …coming soon!

religions in your lips …coming soon!

blurbs

titty sucking with jb

topping jb

josette maskin

send me an ask!

one shots

…nothing here yet

blurbs

love you more

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Lucky Season 13 Kicks Off for Supernatural Lost and Found

Supernatural season premiere days are special. There’s so much anticipation and excitement; I swear it must be visible from space! In the early years of the Show, there was a much smaller group of fans who squee together on the internet, but even then we were all so passionate that the feeling was incredible. Now the rest of the world has caught up – now there’s a special issue of Entertainment Weekly, there’s Jensen on Live, there’s Jared on Kimmel, there are interviews and videos and even the network tweets about the show coming back! That excitement that has always been there is magnified, but the sense of shared passion that has always been there too is just the same. Not every season premiere has been one of my favorite episodes, but this one I loved. The opening montage was excellent, set to the melancholy ‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Metallica as we remember how desolate and alone the Winchesters are as the season begins. The new title card is equally awesome – I actually gasped out loud when I saw it. (I watched with two kids and a dog, all with strict instructions to be totally silent, so they all grumbled every time I made involuntary noises.) Variety reported that the rating for the premiere held steady averaging a 0.7 rating in adults 18-49 and 2.1 million viewers. That is down only slightly in the key demo but even in total viewers with the Season 12 premiere (0.8, 2.1 million). It is also up compared to the Season 12 average Live+Same Day ratings (0.6, 1.7 million per episode). We open on Dean standing over Cas’ body, and Sam trying to communicate with Jack. In other words, right where we left off. Which made me very happy indeed. The times when the season premiere has started with a time jump have never sat well with me. I want to see EVERYTHING, Show; I don’t want you to cut things out! This should be a surprise to no one at this point, but the cinematography was gorgeous. An early shot of the boys racing down the road in the Impala is especially beautiful and probably as complex to film – the camera behind then beside then finally in front of the car. I’m sure that wasn’t easy to pull off, but it really really worked. Sometimes Supernatural looks more like a feature film than a television show on the CW, which is a credit to all the talented crew members who make that magic happen. The episode was emotional from the get-go, not just with Dean and Sam’s grief over the loss of Cas and their mother, but also with the new character I didn’t know how I was going to feel about. Alex Calvert did an amazing job portraying Jack, as did Andrew Dabb with writing him. The second he looked at Sam hopefully and asked ‘Father?’ my heart did a painful little squeeze. Calvert plays Jack with such innocence, and such hopefulness, that I couldn’t help but be drawn in and start rooting for him. Even when Dean, shoot-first-ask-questions-later-guns-blazing, shoots at him and the boys end up tossed across the room and unconscious. While Sam and Dean are out, Jack takes off in search of his father – and food – sans clothes, which makes for some amusing moments at the local pirate themed fast food joint. It’s not every day a naked young man steps up to the pirate statue outside and tries to order a father.   Even in such an emotional episode, Supernatural showed its trademark ability to combine humor with seriousness and sadness. The fast food joint has a menu which not-exactly-motivated employee Clark (Rob Raco, who provided some much needed comic relief in this episode) has altered so that ‘butt’ appears in each item. I feel like I should be ashamed to say this amused me greatly. And naked Jack conversing with the pirate statue was pretty priceless too. Clark calls his mom, who is also the sheriff, and I’m once again reminded that I love Supernatural for so many reasons – including that it populates its world with a whole bunch of kickass female sheriffs. This one can stay too! She shows Jack kindness, and he calms down and opens up a little – in fact, he and Clark end up sharing way too many candy bars that Jack is able to magically zap out of the vending machine. Jack: I love nougat. Oh Jack, I’m not going to be able to hate you at all, am I? Meanwhile, Dean and Sam wake up (in unison, as the Winchesters do everything), Dean from a nightmare about his mother burning. The brothers disagree about how to deal with Jack. Dean, predictably, wants to kill the monster. Sam, predictably, isn’t sure Jack is a monster. This is the dynamic Jensen and Jared told us about at Comic-Con, that Sam and Dean would disagree about how to deal with Jack. Of course, Jared and Jensen made it much more interesting than it sounded. Dean is so full of rage and has no outlet for it other than trying to take down Jack since he can’t take down Lucifer. Jared shows us Sam’s struggle to figure out whether to be angry or afraid or empathic with Jack – Sam, more than anyone, knows what it’s like to be judged by your blood instead of who you are or what you do. He’s been pre-judged a freak or a monster because of his own blood, even by his brother – and he knows just how painful that is. Sam isn’t willing to jump to that sort of conclusion, and Jared lets us see the emotionality in Sam’s struggle. Sam also believes strongly in redemption – his own and anyone else’s, including Jack. He wants Jack to have that chance, at the very least. The episode shows us how far the Winchesters have come too, because (as Jensen kept assuring me every time I worried about it these past few months), the brothers disagreeing does NOT mean the brothers being angry at each other or any less bonded. They’re talking to each other (mostly), and they’re laying out their opinions on Jack calmly while listening to what the other one is saying too. That’s real progress for Sam and Dean! All this as they’re both nearly overcome with grief over their recent losses. Not too shabby, boys. The brothers also don’t entirely agree on what happened to their mother. Sam wants to hold onto hope that she’s surviving in the AU; Dean insists there’s no way she’s not dead. He’s learned – and this broke my heart to hear – that good things don’t happen to the Winchesters. They don’t get a break. So he doesn’t expect one. Cas and Crowley and Mary, Dean believes, are dead and gone. The depth of that loss is monumental. Disagreements aside, Sam and Dean soon have more immediate problems to deal with as they pursue Jack because a trio of really nasty angels is on Jack’s trail too – and they are not at all fans of the Winchesters either. (I was actually glad the drunk girl turned out to be a dick of an angel because the whole character was so grating. I realized part way through that scene that she probably was an angel or a demon, but that was the only thing I really anticipated all night, so I count that as a win). Anyway, the angels are also not fans of Cas and don’t seem to care that he’s dead, so suffice it to say I was really rooting for Jack and the Winchesters when the big fight scene with fake-drunk angel and her colleagues in the jail went down. But first, Sam manages to tase a freaked out (and thus dangerous) Jack who is overwhelmed by angry angel radio in his head (that the tasing worked was quite a surprise to me and I’m not sure it makes a ton of sense, but whatever). The Winchesters and Jack all get locked up by the competent lady sheriff (well played by Andrea Menard). The sheriff had already endeared herself to me by admonishing one of her deputies that “there’s no such thing as weird. Everyone is normal in their own way.” She already realizes Jack’s not entirely your run of the mill guy after his fingerprints turn up wonky (and he can make candy fall out of vending machines), so when Dean tells her the truth about monsters, she doesn’t freak out – she believes him. Sheriff to Dean: So what, are you some kind of superhero? Me: YES!!! Dean: I’m just a guy doin’ a job. Meanwhile, Sam and Jack are locked up together. Jared played this scene brilliantly. Sam is locked up with Lucifer’s son, and considering all those years of trauma in the cage locked up with Lucifer, this has got to be an incredibly terrifying situation for Sam. You could sense his fear, see it in every subtle movement, every nervous gesture. And yet Sam pushes through his fear, trying to communicate with Jack and not assume the worst of him. Padalecki makes all this thoroughly believable, which is no mean feat for such complicated emotions. Oh Sam, so scared and yet so brave. Sigh. There’s a provocative close up of Sam framed behind the bars of the jail that took my breath away. You can see so much in his expression, thanks to Padalecki’s acting chops. Enter the trio of angel dicks, who hold the sheriff’s son hostage and order her to kill Dean if she wants her son to live. Miriam and Dean engage in some verbal sparring first, which turns poignant when she says that Jack can do almost anything. You can see the moment when Dean thinks that might mean bringing people (or angels) back from the dead, because Ackles can show us that in a split second, and then she brutally quashes it, assuring Dean that Castiel is 100% dead – and that it’s his fault. OUCH. Cue a big fight scene, this time with fists and angel blades instead of words. Carlena Britch (fake-drunk-fries-loving angel girl) tweeted that she and Jensen did their own fight scenes, and that it was awesome – even though she fractured her thumb! You can tell that they did indeed do the fight scenes themselves in some of the screen caps, which capture Dean thrown to the floor, his bowlegs coming in handy (no, he’s not in the middle of busting a dance move though he’s athletic enough to look like it) and even his momentary WTF expression as Miriam breaks a table in the middle of their fight. Sam and Dean take quite a beating, then Sam shows off his smarts and manages to draw an angel-banishing sigil on the floor with his own blood (OUCH). That takes out two dick angels but not fake-drunk-girl angel. The sheriff’s son gets stabbed with an angel blade, which made me scream because even in the small amount of time we got with him, Rob Raco made me care about Clark. And the fake-drunk-girl angel finally stabs Jack with an angel blade. Which does absolutely nothing. Woah. Sam gets to subsequently take her out, which made me jump up and yell YES! GO SAMMY! (Which is a credit to Carlena Britch making me loathe her!) Goodbye dick angels, and hello to Dean realizing that even if he’s not a Jack fan, the fact that he has so much power might be useful. Or at the very least, they shouldn’t let him just wander around and be a threat to people if he gets scared.  So for the time being at least, Sam and Dean agree that they should take Jack with them – “home”. (I get all wibbly every time they talk about their home.) I found myself emotionally invested in the Jack story line, which was a surprise. But I was even more invested in the other emotional theme of this episode and this season, which is loss. A familiar theme for the Winchesters, who have endured more loss than most people do in ten lifetimes. Both Jared and Jensen were outstanding in their depiction of the emotional trauma the boys have once again endured. Jensen shows us the depth of Dean’s loss as Sam suggests that before they burn Castiel’s body, they try to get God to bring him back. “Don’t you think I already tried?” Dean demands, and then we see how he bloodied his knuckles back at the pirate fast food place. He leaves Sam and the Impala and hides out behind the building to make a plaintive, desperate plea to Chuck – or God. I think just about anyone who has been watching this Show all along recognized the similarity of this scene to that iconic scene in ‘Home’ when Dean leaves Sam and goes around the corner of a building to hide so he can call his Dad and beg for some help. He’s lost, he’s scared, and he needs his father – and he gets no answer. This scene, 12 seasons later, brilliantly echoes that heartbreaking moment. I will never get over the way Ackles shows us the cracks in Dean’s emotional armor and lets us see his pain even as Dean himself fights to keep it hidden.  The scene itself is gorgeous; Dean silhouetted in front of a beautiful lake and mountains and sky. At times, when he’s vulnerable like this, Dean Winchester still looks like a little boy, and my heart just breaks for him. You can see the sliver of hope he’s desperately clinging to at first, as he raises his eyes to the heavens. He demands that God bring them back, bring them all back. Dean: We’ve lost everything. And now you’re gonna bring ‘em back. Okay? You’re gonna bring back Cas, you’re gonna bring back Mom. You’re gonna bring them all back. All of them. Even Crowley. That was when I lost it. Dean asking for Crowley to come back, just wanting so much to go back to the way things had been, for some reason that pushed me over the edge. Maybe it’s because I know Sam Smith and Misha are indeed back, and Mark Sheppard is not. That somehow makes the loss of Crowley so much more REAL. We really have, in every sense of the word, lost him. And that’s when I lost it. Dean, lip wobbling and eyes brimming, punches his fist into the side of the building, wood splintering around his bleeding knuckles. I sat, lip wobbling and eyes brimming, trying not to sob out loud in front of kids and dog. And when Dean knows that nobody is coming to help – that Mary is really gone and Cas is really dead – his stoic resignation is almost more painful to see than his desperation or his rage. That familiar bowlegged profile, but his head hung low in defeat. I couldn’t even breathe right then, the pain was so acute, seeing Dean Winchester like that. I wanted to shake my fist at Chuck too, demand that he come back right the hell now and fix things for the Winchesters. That resignation is evident in the closing scenes. The boys and Jack return to the little cabin where it all went down. You can see the trepidation on Dean’s face as they drive up, as he thinks about what he has to face inside that house. Dean stands over Castiel’s body, pulls down the sheet to look at him once more, then tugs it back up almost angrily, struggling to contain his emotions. He rips down a curtain, tears it in half, and begins the work that he’s done so many times before. Binding the body of someone he loved, carrying them to the pyre he’s split the wood for and built with his own hands.  There’s a moment when Dean almost loses it, and the camera is tight on Ackles’ face as he leans over Castiel’s body, just a split second pause and a half-choked back sob, and then he grits his teeth and gets on with his work. My god, that moment nearly broke me. It was so quick and so subtle, but so powerful. Meanwhile, in the bedroom upstairs, Jack faces his mother’s body. He gingerly touches her foot, sadness, and confusion on his face. She taught him a lot even before he was born, so his loss feels real – as does the loss of Cas for him as well. Because it turns out the father Jack is looking for? Is not Lucifer at all. It’s Castiel. That’s who Kelly wanted to raise her child, and Cas had agreed. It’s Cas who Jack believed would protect him. That reveal was unexpected, and that made it all the more emotional. In fact, Jack reminds me of early seasons Cas with his naivete and combination of intelligence, power and literal interpretations of pretty much everything. He certainly seems more like Cas than his actual father, Lucifer. As the boys and Jack watch the pyre burn, I found my heart was still in my throat. The music in this scene was sweeping, epic – like something that you’d hear in a Lord of the Rings film, and yet absolutely perfect. Sam, tears in his eyes, tries to help Jack grieve. Jared shows us so much pain in Sam, just with those few words, just with that look on his face. He’s lost his mother all over again, and his friend. Sam: You say you’re sorry. You say goodbye. And Dean stands silent, bruised and battered, his face bloody. But it was his eyes that destroyed me – so chillingly blank. The eyes of someone who has endured too much trauma, too much grief, too many losses. He looked despairing and hopeless, and my breath caught at seeing all that pain on his face. And you can see the moment his training and determination kick in, when he pushes it all down and squares his jaw and forces himself to go on, to do what he has to do. And maybe that is the most painful moment of all. Damn boys. You are all killing me, and it’s only the first episode of the season. I’m used to Jared and Jensen knocking it out of the park week after week, year after year, but big kudos to the casting wizards for Supernatural – once again, they’ve pulled off a miracle with Alex Calvert. Playing opposite Jared and Jensen really shows how good you are, and Calvert kept pace throughout. He showed Jack’s human side endearingly, especially in his scenes with Rob Raco, let us see his vulnerability and longing for the parents he didn’t get to even meet, and yet keeps us just a little bit nervous with that smirk that sometimes looks way too much like Lucifer’s. As the episode ends, Dean is grieving both Cas and his mother, but Sam is reluctant to assume that Mary is dead. And in fact, he’s right. We end with Mary and Lucifer in the AU, with her realizing he’s not going to kill her after all. Which could be so much worse. I feel so lucky, so incredibly grateful, that after watching the premiere of season THIRTEEN of this show I’ve loved for so long that I am still this blown away by it – the quality of everything, from writing to directing to music to cinematography, and the immensely powerful acting of this cast who never ever, no matter how long they’ve been doing this, ever phones it in. Check out next week's episode trailer for 'The Rising Sun' which we can only hope will bring some light into their world. Here’s to Lucky Season 13! Don't forget that Lynn's bestselling book Family Don't End with Blood: Cast and Fans on How Supernatural Has Changed Lives makes the perfect stocking stuffer with the upcoming holiday season!

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Day 15, Chiang Mai: Grand Canyon

Click here for pictures from Chiang Mai! I woke up early today with a smile on my face because yesterday was so amazing. We lounged around for a few hours and grabbed breakfast at a little cafe. As much as I try to avoid dairy, it's really difficult but my body is sure to let me know when I've had it. I wanted to play again today so we made the move to rent bikes again around noon. I had heard of a place near the city called the Grand Canyon and I rallied everyone I knew in the area to come with us there. By the time all was said and done, we had a group of 11 bikes (19 people) coming on the trip. The party was made up of everyone from yesterday plus 5 of jimmys friends from Canada and 3 guys we met at the hostel that morning. It's really hard to keep a group that size together but alas, I was appointed navigator of the group and Jimmy and I did our best to make sure everyone was always there. We were only 5 minutes away from the hostel, stopped at a gas station, when we noticed half the group missing. Silver called us and said that his bike has literally no gas, so we filled up cans we found in the recycling with petrol and biked it back. Ratchet. It worked, and we departed for the canyon around 14:00. It was only 30 minutes away but we were a big and hungry group so we stopped at a random restaurant on the highway. The workers didn't speak much English and didn't have a formal menu, so Jimmy and I talked with them for a while trying to write our own menu of 4 options for the group to choose from. We all ended up with some form of noodles in water. After a long meal, we went to the canyon. It was beautiful. It resembled more of a waterpark where you can go to certain parts to do certain things. We headed right for the cliff jump- 7m into 25m water. Most of us jumped twice. The worst part was the climb back up the cliff- a sketchy rope ladder thing that took all of my energy to climb. We chilled in the fresh water as the sun started to set over the canyon. We made a plan to leave to drive to Pai (a very popular village for backpackers) at 5:30 the next morning to catch the sunrise on the 3 hour drive. We went back to our respective hostels to pack our bags and shower and relax. Around 21:00, Jimmy and I took our bags and Carlena's bag in a tuktuk to a place where you can rent bikes to drive to Pai and they'll take your bags for you there the day you drive there. Everyone else was there renting bikes and dropping off their bags, too. We parked the bikes at Brick and went to a a place that said VEGAN in bright lights. The carnivorous bunch struggled a bit but  I had a huge salad. We went to the night market to grab some stuff and went back for a good night's sleep. Thoughts:

Time is moving way too quickly now. I can feel the hands of the clock crunching down on me

I've been trying out this thing where I make everything positive. For example, Zach ordered something st dinner and got a dish he hates instead and was not able to send it back. I said, how lucky are you to be able to get a hot meal without  breaking the bank?!

We were all discussing how good the past few days have been and how they just keep getting better... I like this pattern