#giffing soaps is hell but here we are lol

[fatimagic]

20 YEARS OF JACK, CARLY, & SAGE SNYDER July 4, 2003: "She's a beauty." "I think she looks a lot like her dad."

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[deancodedcastielenby]

Top 5 comfort characters:

I was tagged by @bleuzombie

Rules: list your top 5 comfort characters and include a gif of each.

Where the hell to start.. lol

1: Nick Stokes /Greg Sanders from CSI.

2: Dean Winchester

3: Johnny "Soap" McTavish

4. Bill Harding (Twister)

5. Milo Thatch

I will not be taking questions at this time lol

I'm supposed to tag friends lol so here we go. @verobatto , @hawkland , @chitaquadean @casblackfeathers , @grimmzee , @hotgirlcastiel

[echthr0s]

me yesterday: “it’s so weird that I never have dreams about FFXIV even though I play it constantly, don’t dreams take cues from your everyday life a lot?”

me right now: “....................... what”

so I was playing FFXIV in this dream... in the beginning. it started with me playing and then finding that certain things weren’t working. and it just got worse, like it felt like my character was being hijacked. buttons on my hotbars would disappear and be replaced by these weird miniature gifs, certain elements of the game were blocked out, and then other players started getting really mad at me and it turns out my chara was spewing like, profanity and stuff in chat where people could see. and I was trying to type “I’m not doing it!! how do I make it stop!!!” but it was like trying to type through quicksand or something. even my keyboard felt possessed. (it kind of reminded me of a thing that happened IRL when I left my Second Life account logged in at the Apple Store and I came back the next day and everyone at Shelter was like “are you ok?? yesterday you were just behaving really erratically” and my avie was all messed up and stuff. someone had come in after me and just used my account. it felt very violating but I also never left my account logged in again soooo lol)

ok so eventually an admin of some sort mssgd me and was like “send me a full account of what you were doing before this happened” etc etc. dream gets a little muddy here because at some point I end up at this admin’s house? and this sparks a relationship?? dream logic(tm)

after that the dream veers sharply left and me and this person are walking around somewhere being fancy dandies and we pass this store. the store is just called THE BARON and I look inside and everything just strikes me as incomparably lovely and seductive. me and this partner of mine are both ooh’ing over this store and then I turn around... and like, for some reason I’m sitting on something and my legs are outstretched, and this man (understood to be the proprietor of this shop) walks up and just strokes my legs as he’s passing, with these cold hands. and he’s beautiful to me. I mean like... to the point of immediate and overwhelming attraction (of all kinds, you dig). he is dark and his clothes are dark and his eyes are rimmed with gold. and he says, in this voice that is just a little uncanny and “wrong” in its cadence and accent and volume, “you have been given a gift.”

I discover soon enough that my legs no longer work.

so then the dream moves into me being wheelchair-bound and how me and Partner have had to adapt their home and my life around that. and I am mostly doing well, but I am also obviously suffering. my whole life is different! and at some point Partner goes out, and they bring back You Know Who. and I immediately go teary-eyed when I see him, and reach for his hands, and he says, in his uncanny not-quite-human voice, “childe. why this dishwater [or dish soap? idk. some weird ass dream analogy for tears] in your eyes? you have been given a gift” and he keeps talking but as I am staring at him my stupid consciousness asserts itself and is like “WAIT. this is real.” and as soon as I think that it startles me so badly that I FUCKING WAKE UP

and of course immediately am distraught as hell because I WANTED TO HEAR THE REST OF THE FUCKING MESSAGE god why are brains so easily spooked. but also. I am spooked. wh... what just happened. what just happened

[shittyfandomimagines]

Whatever It Takes

Mostly fluff little sad but fluff ... little short lol

Sorry it’s been a hot minute, I’ve been so busy.

Word count: 1,343

GIF creds to owner

The sweat rolling off my forehead was insane at this point, like I know that my hormones are fucked right now, but it feels like I’ve stepped out of the shower.

“Baby, you’ve got to stop kicking me, my gallbladder isn’t a punching bag,” I whisper to bulging stomach, I still felt the vigorous kicking. “You’re sweating awfully.” My sister points out and I look up, she was sipping her lemonade.

“I’m a hormonal pregnant lady in the heart of L.A, we don’t mix.” I sass and she laughs. “We can go inside.” She offers and I nod quickly, standing up out of the hot chair. We made it inside and it felt amazing, I went to the freezer to pull out a popsicle, I needed something cool.

“Damn girl, your boobs have gotten huge!” She looked at my chest and I laughed, I looked down and noticed the sweat stain of the bottom part of my boob. “Well, they’re full of milk.” I joke and sprawl out on the couch, she sat in front of me on the loveseat.

“What about those thighs girl, they’re not full of milk.” I could tell she was joking but I found myself frowning, I looked down at them and they looked bigger just because they were pressed against the couch. “Thick thighs save lives.” I play it off and eat a piece off the popsicle.

—-

“Okay baby, we need to take a shower. Momma is still sweating.” I say aloud to my stomach again, this little girl is going to be worth the blood, sweat, and tears. Literally.

I turn on the cold water and put myself under it, it has been the most comfortable feeling of today. I washed my hair and sat in the water some more until I was ready to wash my body.

I put soap in my hand, as I looked down I noticed how I couldn’t even see my feet, I could see a peak of my thighs and obviously my boobs, but I felt huge. Not there’s anything wrong with that, I just felt self-conscious.

After everything that had been said and how much my hormones were changing, I felt as though I looked awful. Completely awful.

“Babies, I’m home!” I hear Shawn’s voice yell, he must’ve been entering the bedroom. “Showering,” I yell back and I hear the bathroom door crack. “It’s not steamy in here, are you okay?” He asks and I heard him peeing, what a guy. “I’ve been sweating all damn day,” I say back, washing the body wash off. As soon as I was finished, I turned the water off.

The curtain shifted quickly, Shawn standing in front of me, I closed it as fast as he opened it. “Babe, I’ve seen you naked before, that is why we’re having a baby girl.” He jokes and I rolled my eyes, I reached my hand out for a towel. He knew what I wanted and put one in my hand, I wrapped most of it around me. Some of it didn’t cover, obviously.

I open the curtain this time and he was sitting on the toilet seat, phone in hand. “Oh, look at you girl.” He was whistling and I shook my head. “You’re such a guy.”

We were staring at each other for a second before I used my hand to usher towards the door. “Baby, I can stay and watch you get changed, I can even help.” He smirked and I made a bigger gesture towards the door. He sighed before walking out and closing the door behind him.

I changed into my shorts and a baggy shirt, I still felt like I could break out in a sweat. However, the more I stood in the bathroom the more I realized I needed to get my daily Shawn hug, it always helped. I look in the mirror once more with a sigh, and I head out of the bathroom. I made my way to Shawn’s silhouette on the bed.

“There’s my big girl!” He exclaimed and I felt my heart twinge a little. “Thanks,” I mumble and turn the opposite way of him, heading down to the kitchen.

I heard the bounding down the stairs behind me as I stood at the end, I continued my way toward the kitchen. I pull the peanut butter down and I put a bag of popcorn into the microwave. “I smell popcorn, where’s the peanut butter?” Shawn asks as he came into the kitchen, I emotionlessly held it up for him to see.

I had my own spoon ready to eat the peanut butter out of the jar. “You look adorable eating peanut butter.” He smiles and I roll my eyes mid-bite. “I’m sure.”

I eat a few more bites before I pull the beeping popcorn out of the microwave. I set it on the counter and dip my full spoon into the bag. I eat the attached popcorn, loving the taste.

“Baby, you’re not talking to me. This isn’t right.” He pouts and takes a step forward, I saw the puppy dog face and almost lost it.

“It’s not you okay, I’m just a mess,” I admit and continued to eat. “Well you’re my mess, the mess that I love to take care of, so talk.” He says as he reached down to steal a piece of popcorn.

“No, because when I say it aloud I sound stupid. I’m just hormonal and pregnant.” I whine and he laughs. “You’re 7 months along, I’ve been here for this long. So, spill it.” He put my hair into a low pony, he had taken the scrunchy off my wrist. He pushed the baby hairs out of my face.

“Maybe, kinda, I've been self-conscious today.”

I admit with my head hanging low, I felt Shawn shuffle closer. “What does my beautiful wife have to be self-conscious about?” He sounded upset as he gripped my waist.

“I’ve gotten so big! I know I’m having a kid but I can’t even see my feet! My boobs have gotten so big and it’s ridiculous. Not to mention you called me your big girl earlier and it just made me more upset.” I explain and he pouts.

“Baby, I called you big girl so when you came near I could say hello to my little girl,” he rubbed my stomach gently, “plus you have every reason to be upset okay. Just think of it this way and when I say it, it might sound weird; your stomach is big because it’s giving our girl so much protection from the world and keeping her safe in a place she can grow. Your boobs are huge and that’s fine with me, but you’re making milk that’ll feed our girl, somewhere for her to lay, and the first place she’ll be able to see you because her eye strength can only see from the chest up. She’ll see that pretty face of yours.” He sounded like an OBGYN.

There were tears flowing and I just knew he was too amazing for me. He’s been the most supportive husband during our first pregnancy, I literally love the hell out of him.

“Baby, are you okay?” He asks and I nod quickly, I engulfed him in a hug but my stomach mostly stopped us.

“It’s just that you’re so good to me all the time. I literally do not deserve you at all, you’re so good to me, us. I just, I love you.” I was sobbing and I felt his chest rustle with a laugh. He pulled me back some so he could see my eyes.

“Honey, you don’t have to cry, I do love you so much and I know you love me too. I’m going to help you for the rest of your life, I’ll be here to cheer you up and make sure you know that I don’t care about your looks. You’re my girl and I will forever love you for letting me make a family with you. So don’t cry, I’m right here.” He brushes the tears off.

It stays silent as I put myself back into his arms, my head cushioned in his neck. “Baby,” I ask as I pull away, “why do you know the most random facts?” I ask and his face turned slightly red.

“I might’ve read a pregnancy book when you first told me we were having a baby.” He mumbles and I smiled widely. “You’re the cutest husband and father.” I kissed his lips quickly.

“I’ll do whatever it takes.”

[rafestyles]

i’ll keep you safe - d.d

Requested? Yes: will u please write a soft story where maybe the reader had a long day so he makes a bath and sits next to her on the floor and they drink like a corona and wine together?

Word Count: 1k

Warnings? none

A/N: wtf requested this last night when we were texting and i loved the idea so i had to do it. uwu i wanna date david so bad. also not my gif. idk how to make them. lol

Having to work a nine to five job while the rest of your friend group got to create their own schedules, was sometimes, a little frustrating, especially on days like today. You had woken up in the early hours of the morning to get ready for your day, just as your boyfriend was falling asleep for the night. (And you already knew it was going to be a rough day because he had forgotten to give you your good morning kiss, opting to blow one at you from the comfort of the bed. You relied on those good morning kisses to brighten up your day.) You were a journalist for a well-known fashion website and absolutely loved your job and everything that came with it. But there were days like today, when you considered quitting it all and permanently becoming a member of your boyfriend’s vlog squad. You had walked into the office building and immediately were bombarded with questions you didn’t even know the answers to. You answered as many questions as you could then sat down at your desk, you took a deep breath and prepared yourself for the rest of the day.

As your work day continued, it steadily became more and more overwhelming. You had not only been asked every question known to man, but had also been pulled into your boss’s offices because you had completely forgotten about an article that was due to be up on the website the day before. Luckily, it had already been written, you just needed to send it to the editor so that he could fine tune any mistakes. You texted your boyfriend complaining about your day, to which his response was postmating your favorite coffee to your office. (God, you loved him.) By the time five o’clock rolled around, you were almost close to tears, thanking the stars above that it was Thursday, and a three day weekend, which meant you didn’t have to be back at the hell hole until Monday.

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You tried not to be annoyed as you opened the door to David’s house, finding all of the lights turned off and music coming from the bedroom.

“David fucking Dobrik, I swear. I’ve had a rough day, I don’t want to be pranked.” You whined, locking the door behind you, sliding off your shoes and putting your purse on the kitchen counter. You looked up seeing David come around the corner with a soft smile on his face, “No, bubby, this isn’t for my vlog. I’ve just heard you had a long day?” he questioned quietly. Your expression turned soft as you glanced up at your handsome boyfriend, “Very long.” You groaned leaning your body weight against him. You let out a very embarrassing squeal as David picked you up bridal style, walking you both towards his bedroom. “Well lucky for you, I know just the trick for long exhausting days.” He grinned, planting a soft kiss to your forehead. Once you had arrived to the bedroom, he took you into the bathroom and you gasped at the sight in front of you. The bathroom lights were shut off, the space being illuminated by ten or so candles instead. He had filled up the bathtub with warm water and as you sniffed softly at the smell, you realized he had used your favorite soap to create bubbles in the tub. He sat you back down on the ground and you looked up at him with an awed expression on your face.

“Dave, you did this for me?” You whispered, feeling like that was the most appropriate volume for the current setting. “Of course, y/n. You had a long day and you deserve to be pampered.” He took his bottom lip between his teeth shyly as you brought one hand up to cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb gently across his cheek bone. “Dave, you ordering me coffee was enough. You didn’t have to do all of this for me.” He scoffed, “You deserve the absolute world, y/n. I wanted to. Now,” he said, clapping his hands together, “Let’s get you naked and into this bath, hm?” He winked at you and you laughed, “Is that what this is all about, Dave? You just wanna get me naked?” “Oh baby, you and I both know I don’t have to try hard to get you undressed.” You cackled loudly at your boyfriend’s cheekiness, pulling your shirt over your head.

Once you were undressed, you put your hair up in a high bun then finally sank your body into the warm tub water. You let out a sigh of pleasure, feeling your muscles starting to relax at the warmth. “Feel good, angel?” David questioned, sitting down right by the tub as he opened a bottle of beer. You watched him take a drink, leaning your head back on the tub, “Incredible. This is exactly what I needed bubs. You’re a godsend.” You grabbed the bottle from him once he offered, taking a drink of it. “You work too hard anyways, y/n.” You rolled your eyes, not wanting to start this argument tonight. “Dave,” you whined, “Baby, not tonight. I just wanna relax. Don’t wanna get in argument with you.” You pouted at him. He leaned forward pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “I don’t wanna get in argument with you either, bubby.” He crossed his arms, laying them on the edge of the bathtub then resting his head against them. “But, you need to think about it. You could run your own fashion, blog – website – thing – whatever,” You chuckled softly at your boyfriend’s frustration, nodding at him to continue on. “You’re too stressed. You come home exhausted every night because of it. I just wanna see you happy, y/n, okay? Just think about it for me, will you?” He gently pressed another kiss to your lips, then to your nose, and then to your forehead. You pushed your hand against his shoulder playfully, a soft blush rising to your cheeks. “Fine, Dave. I’ll think about it.” He grinned smugly, taking another sip of the alcohol, “Great. Now, tell me about your day, vent it out to me, baby.” You shook your head, raising an eyebrow at him, “Only if you get in here with me. I miss you.” He puckered out his bottom lip, giving you a fond look, “Fuck, you’re so cute. How in the world did I get so lucky?” He pulled off his shirt, and now it was your turn to grin smugly. “I ask myself that question every day, Dave.”

[ivarsshieldmadien]

Is Three A Crowd Part 10

This is for readers 18+ and contains NSFW GIFs! Sorry for the delay! I hope y’all enjoy this!!

Ivar opens the door to the bathroom and walks up behind you wrapping his arms around your chest. He kisses you on the back of your head. Hvitty walks in and kisses you on the cheek on the way to stepping into the shower.

You take his outstretched hand leading you into the hot, steamy water, falling from above. Your mind flashes back to your vision.

“What the hell could that mean? Who was that man? Are Hvitty and Ivar in some shit I don’t know about? I don’t wanna be taken advantage of like that; I was weak and vulnerable.” You think. “Where are you babe?” You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Hvitty’s question.

“Sorry boys, I’m here just zoning out a bit.” You answer not telling them the whole truth. “Well if you want we can take you back to bed.” Ivar says soaping your body up with a smile. “Actually I was thinking I could be in control this time?”

You turn to see Hvitty smirk and Ivar grabs the removable shower head and starts to wash the soap off your body. “Who do you want to be your slave my queen?” Ivar asks. With a devilish smirk you look towards your sweet Hvitserk. Hvitty smiles down at you, “your wish is my command.” He says rushing to get you out of the shower and back to the bed.

As you step into the bedroom Ivar walks over to the bed and lays down casually. You look at Ivar and then Hvitty. You see lustful eyes staring back at you. Hvitty kneels and says, “ yes my queen, your every desire shall be meet.” Ivar follows up, “we are here only for your pleasure my queen. What would you like him to do.”

Damn these boys are down for anything, you think to yourself holding back a chuckle. You drop your towel and crawl to the middle of the bed. “Hvitserk, come.” You say watching him stand up and walk to the edge of the bed.

You look over at Ivar and he has that sexy smirk on his face because of the way you were ordering Hvitserk around. You look back at Hvitty who is now towering over you, “on your knees now.” You say sharp.

Your tall man instantly drops to his knees. Eager to touch you, he runs a hand down your thigh. You slap him hard, “I didn’t say you could touch.” His eyes intensify and you see his erection growing. You feel Ivar shift on the bed and move closer to you.

“Tell him what you want. Tell him how you want him to make you feel.” Ivar whispers his lips barley touching your ear. You look down at Hvitserk who is looking up at you with fire in his eyes ready to please.

“I want you to make me cum hard but you are only allowed to use your tongue and your fingers .” Hvitserk gives you a side smile, “with pleasure my queen.” Ivar guides you back to lay between his legs. You can feel Ivar’s cock pushing up against you.

You feel Hvitty’s warm tongue lick your core, sending a shiver up your body. He slides and curls a long finger into you hitting your spot. You push back on to Ivar who is teasing your nipples.

You felt strong and powerful with your boys worshiping you like a goddess. It didn’t take long for your bundle of nerves to tense. Ivar and Hvitty both knew you were close.

Hvitserk looked up at his brother with knowing eyes. Ivar nods and holds you down. Hvitserk nibbles on your clit and flicks his tongue over it at a mesmerizing pace. Ivar tongue is dancing over your neck. “Make me cum Hvitserk! Come on baby.” You coax more passion out of the greedy brother between your thighs. You stumble over the edge of your climax.

“How was that my queen?” Hvitserk smiles and joins you and Ivar on the bed. “That was amazing. Thank you for that. I know that was a change of pace but I needed it.” Ivar kisses you on the head. “What’s going on babe? What happened?”

You sit up and pull your knees to your chest. “So since I was a kid I had these very realistic dream.” Hvitserk puts his hand on your knee. “Ok like nightmares?”

“Umm sometimes they feel like that.” You don’t know how to tell them your secret. “It’s us babe! Just tell us what’s going on.” Ivar jumps in. “I have visions. I have dreams sometimes and they actually happen.”

Ivar and Hvitserk look at each other wide eyed. “Our mother had visions like that.” Hvitty says. “I thought I was the only one.” You say feeling relieved and also intrigued.

“You had one this morning?” Ivar asked concerned. “Yes, a bad Russian man kidnapped me and tortured me...sexually.” You explain looking down at your hands. “Are you guys in business with people like that?”

“Yes.” Ivar answers right away. He looks at his older brother, “we gotta tell her everything.” Hvitserk confirms with a hard nod.

Ok y’all thank you so much for being patient with this chapter! I hope y’all enjoy it! More to come!!! 😘😘😘 I love y’all so much thank you for your love and support!

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[isabellaofparma]

matan4il replied to your post “y’all treat me like i’m some desperate mad man believing in big foot...”

@robertssofttouchxaaronssoftlad​ A++ reply. Ivett, as long as there is no DNA test, you're good to believe whatever you want and it ain't crazy. Hell, with soaps, we could have a DNA test and then it would be revealed to have been tempered with. Just insert Gerard Butler screaming here: 'This is Soapland'.

why isn’t there a gif of that?? there should be right lol

[evenstevensranked]

#12: Season 1, Episode 15 - “Heck of a Hanukkah”

After sneaking a peek at -- and accidentally breaking -- all of his family’s Hanukkah presents, Louis gets grounded for the holiday and believes the Stevens tribe would be better if he was never born. He travels through time and space “It's A Wonderful Life” style thanks to the guidance of his great Bubbe Rose, who shows him what a world without Louis Stevens would actually be like. 

First off, I'd like to point out that I own this episode on an official Disney Holiday DVD. So I took that as an opportunity to have HQ screenshots for once!!! :) But, yes. This is the obligatory "Christmas episode" which I’m pretty positive every single TV series has. Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like Christmas episodes can tend to be forgettable and generic. This one, however, is such a classic. 

One thing I wanna mention before we dive into this thing: This episode is filmed weirdly. It has a very “soap opera” feel to it? Is it possible that it was shot at 60fps? That’s the only explanation I can think of. It always bothered me that this is the only episode out of all 65 that looks and feels entirely different than the others. I wonder why that is...? That being said, I always had such fond memories of this one.

It opens with Louis snooping around in Ren’s closet for their Hanukkah presents. (“Give it up, Louis. You are never going to find them!”) But, you see... he’s determined to find them because he’s Louis Stevens and this is what he does. 

This leads into a bit where Ren chases Louis into Donnie’s room and Louis “accidentally” (but Shia is obviously doing it purposely) knocks over all of Donnie’s trophies on the way out. THIS BOTHERS ME SO MUCH! What the heck?

He’s literally fine, and then... he just sticks his arm out, lol. Also, are all of the shelves magically connected? Why do those upper shelves collapse when Louis only wrecked the lower one? Questions. 

Louis keeps running and eventually ends up in the basement. He concludes that the presents must be down there somewhere. They chose to add this weird effect here where Louis’ mind works like a high tech computer, allowing him to scan and successfully know where the presents aren’t just by looking at the potential hiding places:

He doesn’t even TRY to check these places. He just knows. I swear, when I was a kid I genuinely thought this was some plot twist and Louis was actually a cyborg like Cookie from “Ned’s Declassified” this whole time or something. 

Of course, Louis finds the presents in a trunk with the clever message “Louis, please clean out this trunk!” taped to it. Yeah, the reverse psychology alllllmost worked there, but Louis is smarter than that.

Meanwhile, Eileen is cooking dinner upstairs. She’s casually telling Steve, Ren and Donnie the story of Hanukkah for the first time in years while they help her prepare. Since they’re distracted by the tale, Louis manages to smuggle all of the presents out of the basement and sneaks right past his family. I love that they actually wrote the Stevens Family as half Jewish on Eileen's side specifically, though. I mentioned this recently! It totally mirrors Shia’s real life and I think that’s pretty cool. 

Notice Louis hiding behind that pile presents he’s carrying on the far right lol

Having them celebrate the Jewish holiday for the “Christmas” episode is pretty nice too. I think this might’ve been my first exposure to the Jewish faith now that I think about it. Eileen’s little story of Hanukkah works subtly here. It's educational in a non-preachy way, which is an absolute feat in comparison to other Disney shows that hit you over the head with the intended lesson of the day (I’m looking at you, Girl Meets World...)

Louis rushes upstairs to his room where he hides under the covers and RIPS OPEN EVERY SINGLE PRESENT. Okay. I understand and remember the anticipation of the holidays and wanting to know what gifts you’re getting... but to actually OPEN every single one?!?! Like, really Louis? Whatever happened to simply shaking a gift and trying to guess what it is? Honestly. Was he planning on rewrapping all of them?! How? 

Just as Louis finishes opening all the gifts, Steve calls for him and comes walking upstairs wondering what he’s doing up there! Louis panics and tries to stash the gifts somewhere all bundled up in a sheet. His room is a pigsty and his closet is beyond full -- so the only place he can think to put them is OUT THE WINDOW!!! Yeah. The bundle of gifts goes tumbling down the roof and splatters all over the driveway. The entire family march up to his room piiiiised off as they stare out the window at the trashed gifts. 

"Hey! It's not my fault we live in a two-story house! I have always said that I like ranch style!" -- Louis Stevens. One of my favorite quotes ever.

They throw in a line from Steve here “Is this gonna happen again next week when my cousins are here to celebrate Christmas with us?!” simply letting us know that Steve’s side of the family is likely Christian/Catholic... which also mirrors Shia’s real life. Seriously, am I the only one who thinks this is kinda awesome? Not only because they seemingly wrote that around him -- but as someone who’s biracial, I just love to see any sort of blended family represented in TV/Film. 

Eileen grounds Louis for Hanukkah and The Remorse™ seeps in. Louis flops on his bed all depressed with the words of his disappointed family reverberating in his head. They make a point to emotionally pan over to this family photo on his bedside:

THIS IS SO CUTE! We see near-identical photos to this throughout the series, but this one is so happy and genuine looking. Does Ren have Louis in a loveable headlock?! Precious. 

This fades into a MIRROR TALK!!! Yesssss. I think this is the last we ever see of these lovely talks before they mysteriously stopped. :( But, hey! It’s a powerful one to end on! Louis thinks out loud as usual and says that he doesn't belong in the Stevens family -- that they'd be better if he was never born. 

Enter: his Bubbe Rose! (”My Boobie WHAT?!”) The ghost of his great great great great grandmother, played by Donna Pescow in some serious age makeup!! She comes flying through his bedroom window right on cue ready to take him on a ~magical journey.~ There’s a wonderful, perfectly timed Louis Scream here. There’s also a bit where Louis doesn’t believe that she’s a ghost, so she makes herself disappear and Shia presumably ad-libs looking for her between his box spring and mattress. This always cracked me up. 

That scream. You can hear this gif. 

Bubbe Rose is apparently Louis’ grandmother from only 4 generations ago but says that she has 7,000 grandchildren. How does that make any sense at all? lol. SOMEONE must’ve got busy in that family. Anyway... They embark on their journey by flying around the moon a few times and over the city, leaving a trail of rainbow light behind them. No biggie. They pretty much look exactly like the “The More You Know” shooting star:

“AHGHHH! WE’RE FLYIN!!”

They land (very roughly) right outside of Louis’ house. Except, it’s not really Louis’ house anymore. Bubbe Rose explains that they’re in a dimension where he was never born. Once again, Louis doesn’t believe her even though she just took him flying around the moon. He slaps himself in the face to prove that he is in fact born, but Bubbe Rose insists that his family will not be able to see or hear him. Louis thinks it’s a load of malarkey. He sarcastically shouts “Whatever you say! Give my regards to Casper, okay?" as he marches into the house like he owns the place. I absolutely love that Casper line. Oh my god. 

As soon as Louis walks into the dining room, Steve seemingly turns around to greet him with his arms outstretched “SON!” but... well...

Honestly, that’s some great CGI for a 2001 Disney Channel show. Wow!

Turns out they’re actually greeting their alternate son named Curtis (Played by Chris Marquette, who you’ve definitely seen in a zillion other things) and he's the polar opposite of Louis. He’s a perfect student and top-tier athlete... But, there’s one little catch -- he’s a complete and total demon child. And no, not the “Louis Stevens” brand of demon child but literally “The Omen” brand of demon child. He is a nightmare. Curtis tells the family that he was voted “Best All Around Student of All Time” by the school board which is definitely not a real award. Louis feels like a loser and a letdown to his family in comparison. 

Remember that happy family photo they made sure to show us earlier? Well, now we get this alternate dimension Stevens family portrait in contrast: 

Yeah. Not as happy. 

Louis is sitting on the stairs gazing at the portrait when Bubbe Rose randomly appears on his lap. (“AGHHHHH! Can you stop with these landings?!” haha!) At first, Louis thinks his family would be 100x better without him. Like, he actually looks at that portrait and believes that they look so much happier, which is obviously supposed to be a joke lol. He hates what the magical journey has taught him and makes sure Bubbe Rose knows: 

We go on to learn that Louis' absence has somehow thrown off every member of the family and their personalities. Ren's an edgy, messy, wild punk chick with a boyfriend named Spider. Donnie's a "wuss" (Louis' words) whose only accomplishment and prized possession is a tiny trophy he won for a 1st-grade spelling bee (His winning word was "Ride: R-I-D-Silent E,” which he frantically repeats to himself for comfort whenever he feels dumb.) Louis is just sitting in Ren’s room observing this warped iteration of the Stevens family when Curtis walks in and berates Ren and Donnie for talking so loudly while he’s studying. Suddenly, Bubbe Rose discreetly appears and softly kisses Louis on the head, magically making him visible to everyone now. Curtis tells Ren and Donnie to get rid of him and Louis is so confused. Oh, man. It gets hilarious now. 

Ren and Donnie are all like ‘who the hell are you?’ Louis insists “No, you can’t see me I’m invisible” lol. When that doesn’t work, he scrambles to come up with an identity. ("I’m Louis Steve-o-saurus... And I’m a foreign exchange student from Pennsylvania.”) I love how that’s a good enough explanation for Alternate Ren and Donnie. They just accept the fact that this random kid they don’t know appeared out of thin air in their house. Louis says “your brother’s a creep” and that’s all it takes to set off a heart-to-heart convo. 

Punk Ren is actually kinda great. 

They sit down and tell him "You have no idea what it's like to be related to someone who's perfect at everything they do" -- Obviously, this is not true and Louis knows all too well. He relates and explains that you have to "focus on your own good qualities" to deal with it. You can tell that he’s teaching himself the lesson as much as he’s teaching it to them.  

It cuts to Alternate Ren and Donnie heading downstairs to ask Eileen and Steve if they can have a friend come over for Hanukkah dinner. Louis quietly follows them down to the kitchen and interjects “Uh.. Hi, there!” from the doorway. Steve turns around and shouts “WHO.. WHO’S THAT?!?!” so loudly. Tom Virtue is always so extra, I love it. This brings us to one of my favorite scenes in the entire series. Good lord, I love this so much: 

"I mean, I have a family. It's just, we don't... celebrate........ dinner.”

Things go from 0 to 100 after Louis offers to put their chicken in the oven and accidentally drops it. The entire family starts dying laughing because they never have any sort of fun thanks to overbearing, controlling psycho Curtis. It’s hysterical to me. When he first drops it, the silence that follows cracks me up. Then I laugh even harder when he purposely drops it a second time. It’s so good. I feel like Shia is just going to town with the whole dancing chicken thing. (“IT’S FREESTYLIN’!!!!!”) He goes on to put the chicken on his head and it’s great because the thing is obviously hollow and rubber lol. Can you imagine if a stranger actually did this, though?! That’s what makes it so freaking funny. If a random kid came into my house, dropped my chicken, put his hands all over it and proceeded to put it on his head and dance around after knowing me for a grand total of 30 seconds... I’d call the police so quick.

Curtis sees them having a good time and can’t stand it. He decides to frame Louis for stealing the family’s Hanukkah money. Ugh. Curtis interrupts the chicken train dance Louis is leading (see cover photo) and announces “someone has pilfered the Hanukkah money!” Donnie rejoices (much like in The Even Stevens Movie after they’re told they’ve been shunned lol) and Curtis clarifies “That means it’s STOLEN, PEBBLE-BRAIN!” Which is so mean, but so funny to me. 

The family goes over to the coat rack/table in the hallway where Steve left the envelope of money. Curtis helps him look and immediately “finds it” in Louis’ coat pocket. Wowww. He says “He’s a bad man, Mom,” like a little innocent baby before turning into a possessed devil child behind everyone’s backs. This kid is seriously so evil. 

This dramatic shot is accompanied by sinister music. Actually, dark/disturbing music plays whenever Curtis is on screen. It’s pretty funny.

The family starts interrogating Louis and he explains “I didn’t wanna steal any presents! I just wanted to be with you guys, my family.” And Steve goes OFFFFFF! “WHAT?! You come here and dance with our chicken and suddenly you're family?!" HAHAHAHAHA. Curtis has the phone ready to call the police -- took ‘em long enough! The family surrounds Louis and holds him down. Louis asks for Bubbe Rose to rescue him, but when that doesn’t work he clicks his heels together and chants “There’s no place like home.” Once again, an incredibly solid pop culture reference! It’s not a very original reference to make, but still! This show made a lot of timeless writing decisions and I can’t get over it. Sort of like Ren at the end of “Influenza,” Louis screams at the top of his lungs and wakes up back in the right universe, lol. 

The back-to-normal Stevens family decide that Hanukkah isn’t nearly as fun without Louis and un-ground him. They all head downstairs to light the menorah and sing a traditional song. Yay! It’s heartwarming.

Also like “Influenza,” it turns out that it was all a dream! OR WAS IT....?! Bubbe Rose makes an ACTUAL public appearance that night bearing magically repaired gifts! Whooaaaaaa! She pretends to be some random lady who was jogging by their house and noticed perfectly fine gifts in the trash. The family is shocked that everything is back in mint condition! And just like that, Bubbe Rose disappears and leaves them wondering how in the heck.....?! Bubbe reappears outside the kitchen window and shares a hush-hush lil moment with Louis. Awww. 

And that’s it!

This is such a cute episode. The “It’s A Wonderful Life” trope has been used to death in TV and film, but I really like how it was done here. You can always count on Even Stevens to bring its own unique flavor to anything. It works perfectly here because it organically continues the Louis narrative of him feeling like an outsider in his family. I love to see consistency like that. It also shows just how unique and important Louis really is to his family and their happiness. Although this is a “holiday special” episode, it still manages to feel like regular one to an extent and I love that. It’s a super engaging story full of heart and laughs. That chicken scene tho... Oh man. 

Also! In the end credits, they wrote “Bubbie Rose” with an ie, but I looked it up and the traditional way to spell it is “Bubbe” apparently. So, that’s what I went with! 

This episode’s Redbubble design is of Louis yelling the infamous boobie quote comic book style lol. This actually inadvertently makes a fantastic thank you note/greeting card and is available here. HAHA! I tried to stay true to the show’s color scheme of green/blue/purple as well. 

Thanks for reading!! 

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A Blank Page (Part 4)

A/N: I don’t know guys. Not sure if I like this one or not. I wish I had someone to go over it for me :/ or hell, all of them lol. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean, Cas

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: ummm...aftermath of being rescued? I guess?

Word Count: 1,431

Warnings: Language. Angst?? --It’s been a long night.

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The drive back to the bunker was a quiet one. You had fallen asleep on Sam’s shoulder, curled into him. His arm had come around you, and held tightly, like he was afraid you might disappear again. He stared out the windshield, exhausted and ready to have you home. Your soft snoring the only thing that had started to relax him.

“Should I wake her once we get back or should I just carry her in?” Sam looked over at Dean, talking quietly because he was afraid of waking you.

“I don’t know man, I would say let her sleep but you know she’s going to want a shower.” Dean shook his head, “Just carry her to her room and see if she’ll wake up, then ask her.”

Dean pulled the car into the garage and Sam carefully slid you into his arms, lifting you slowly so he didn’t wake you fully. You whimpered and held on tightly, burrowing your face in his neck. Sam sighed and held you that much tighter.

“Dean,” Cas said in his gravelly voice. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, why?”

“They were humans. The woman was knocked out. Couldn’t we have let her go?”

“No, Cas. She would have found more guys, would have found a way to get back at Y/N and Sammy. She was a psycho bitch, there was no other way.”

“Ok, Dean.” And with a flutter of wings, Cas was gone.

Dean rolled his shoulders. It wasn’t often that he had to kill humans. He needed whiskey, and a lot of it.

“Y/N. Y/N, baby wake up.” Sam lightly shook your shoulder after lying you on the bed. When you groaned and hid your head under the pillow he chuckled softly. “Y/N, I just need to know if you want a shower before you sleep for a week.”

“A hot ass bubble bath, heavy on the bubbles sounds fucking amazing right now.” You peeked out from under the pillow,” Would you mind starting it for me? I’m going to pry these boots off and make my way towards the bath.”

“Sure. I’ll see you in a few.” Sam gave you once last glance before heading out of your room.

You sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing your eyes with your fingertips. Sighing, you started taking off your boots, socks and then your belt. For one fleeting moment you felt for your necklace, hoping you hadn’t really lost it. But of course you had. That bitch Isabelle probably took it and destroyed it. Throwing your belt across the room you allowed yourself to grieve the loss of the one present you cherished. The only gift Sam had ever given you.

Gathering up fresh clothes you headed towards the bathroom in your bare feet. Wishing you could just sleep but knowing sleep would be so much better with the last few days washed away. Coming through the doorway you saw Sam sitting on the side of the large claw foot tub, a mountain of bubbles already starting. He looked over with a small smile and walked over to you.

“I got it started, just yell for me if you need something.”

“Could you stay with me? I’m exhausted and I’m afraid of falling asleep in there.” You nodded towards the tub.

“Sure. Let me know when you climb in, I’ll come back and sit with you.” He tucked your hair behind your ear and closed the door behind him. Hugging your clothes to yourself you walked over to the tub now almost overflowing with bubbles. You laughed a little as you spread them out and turned the water off. Stripped naked you took stock in the mirror. Nothing looked damaged, everything was back to normal. But, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell to move. Just remembering the last few days had your whole body wanting to cave in on itself.

Sliding down until the bubbles were at your chin you called out for Sam. He opened the door slowly and peaked his head around. Relieved to see you were covered, he walked over to the chair and sat down. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by staring so he fixed his gaze on his boots. “Are you alright, Y/N?” He asked slowly. He didn’t want you to know the type of reaction he was having towards you.

“I think I’m just exhausted. It’s been a rough couple of days.” You smiled a little, hoping to get him to relax. “Don’t worry, I’m going to be fine.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. This is all my fault. I didn’t know.” Sam put his head in his hands and leaned it against the tub. “She was just supposed to go away. Goddammit, she was supposed to go away!!”

“Sam, Sammy.” You shifted, coming up beside him and wrapped your dripping arms around his head. “You couldn’t have known, she may have been crazy to start with but no one could have known she would do this. No one.” You pressed your head against his, willing him to not take responsibility, and to realize that you were all home safe. “I’m home with you, Sam.”

Sam sighed and leaned into your wet embrace. “She told me she would make everyone around me pay. But I didn’t take her seriously. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you,”

“Well, I’m home and safe. I definitely won’t be taking any more breaks for a while.” You laughed, “Come on, that’s kinda funny.”

Sam smiled a little. Leaning back he reached into his jacket pocket, “Here, Dean found this by your car.”

“I thought she took it and it was lost forever. Thank God!!” You said as you clutched it to your chest, “Thank you, thank you so much.” Afraid you would start crying, you handed it back to him. “Hold on to it a little longer, please. I’m going to dunk my head and wash and get out because I’m an emotional wreck right now and I’m ready to crawl into my bed and crash.”

Sam sighed and resigned himself to watching his boots while you bathed. He knew he was going to have to tell you soon, how much he cared for and loved you. How he was tired of dancing around his feelings and trying to keep things just friends. He wondered what you would say, if you felt the same, or if you would politely smile with regret in your eyes and tell him you didn’t. God, he hoped not. The scent of your shampoo and soap were invading his senses, and he could no longer concentrate on his boots. Thoughts of climbing in that giant tub with you, stroking and massaging your back until you relaxed against him. Him rubbing your chest and slowly making his way down to…

“Sam?”

“Yeah.” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to think of something, anything else.

“Could you hand me a towel?” You had started rinsing off and was about to let the water out. Even though Sam had seen you nearly naked before, you didn’t want his first time seeing you completely naked when you were in this state. You smiled a little when he averted his eyes as you spread out the towel, stood up and wrapped it around you. Stepping out you slipped causing Sam to rush to catch you, his strong arms holding you up while you gripped his shirt for balance. You took in the scent of him, a little of sweat and blood, a little of citrus.

Your faces were close, and as you looked up into his eyes you were even closer. You took a small breath and held it, parting your lips in invitation as he ran his hands up your sides and framed your face. His thumbs tracing small circles, not too light, not too rough as he leaned in closer and brushed his lips lightly with yours.

The banging on the door and Dean yelling for Sam made you jump and he rested his forehead against yours. “Go get some sleep. We will finish this when we’re both rested.” He pulled back and after a long look said, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Lying in your bed you stared at the wall. The brush of lips with Sam in the bathroom just wasn’t enough. You yearned for more. Resigning yourself to a sleepless night you rolled to your back. The face staring back at you was one of rage and malice. “Found you.” You couldn’t help but to start screaming.