#(hed throw me off a cliff)

[hisuianwilds]

breaking news. user hisuianwilds sketches hisuian wilderness (kimono reused from this previous drawing)

[trollocs-ooc]

Thinking abt the god au and how one of the main things that happen in it is the theme of loss of identity by losing some part of yourself (forced)

[ilovechubbieguys]

Chaper 2🍓

If you haven't read chapter one of this series, i recommend you go read it here! Anywho enjoy!

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Y/ns POV

I stared at the text with the address on it deciding if its worth it to go or not. Maybe i should text him, it couldnt hurt could it? I start typing out a message to send him "hey what time shoukd i be over?" I hesitate before sending it and staring at my phons as bubbles show up letting me know hes typing a reply.

"Uhhhhhhhhh, like now," "NOW??" i say out loud. I let out a sigh and get up to find somthing to wear. I dont really know these guys so there no need to dress up.

I throw on a off the should shirt and some jeans (like this ⬇️)

I get my purse and head out the door. I didnt have to drive since they live litterally right next to me. I walk over and put my arm out to knock on the door, i paused and let out a loud and heavy sigh before nervously knocking

*knock knock knock*

I stand there waiting for i reply when suddenly issac opened the door "Hey!! Im glad you decided to come, you wont regret it" i smile at him and and follow him in shutting the door behind me "ya thanks for inviting me" i say sheepishly. I follow him into the living room while looking around the house. They had a basketball hood in there living room along with a giant been bad that was covered with stuffed animals.

He stopped and intoduced me to the people on the couch "the one there is nick and that ones larry and ofc you know everyone else" i look over and nick and larry where on the couch as tanner and yumi sat on the bean bad playing mario cart

"Guys this is y/n" he said pointing at me. they lifted there heads and looked at me "hey im nick" i waved at him then larry spoke "im larry" i look over at larry and give him a smile before looking back over at issac "feel free to sit where ever ill be right back" i give a small nod and head over and sit between nick and larry on the couch.

A few minutes later and me and larry are talking about cats for some reason and tanner and yumi are screaming at echother

"YOUR A FUCKING CHEATER"

"I DIDNT CHEAT YOU JUST FUCKING SUCK THATS NOT MY FAULT"

"YOUR STARTING TO PISS ME OFF"

Me and larry laugh at the 2 of them and i get up to get some water followed by yumi. I stand in the kitchen drinking my water and decide to introduce myself sincw i hadnt really talked to him yet.

"Hi your yumi? Right?" You say trying to be polite, but he just walks away "uhm excuse me??" You say raising an eye brow "what?" He say turning to you "i was talking to you?" You say with an attitude "and?" He says as he keeps walking

I stand there shocked at him responce. "What a dick" you say under your breath "im sorry what?" I didnt think hed hear me but guess where already here " i saw your a dick" "oh ya? Im a dick?" You cross your arms "ya thats what i said are you dumb or somthing?" He looks like hes thinking about saying somthing but chooses to say it "do you even remember me?" I sit and think for a little having no clue what hes talking about but then it hits me..Shit.

"Blake?.."

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AAAH I LOVE CLIFF HANGERS 😜

[citrusbuds]

RAMBLING ABT STRBRY SHRTCKE !! (and self insert)

OK HI i am very excited to talk abt this (sorry the picture is like,, weird, i took it in a rush and i havent finished it)

ANYWAYS yes i made a self insert strawberry shortcake character.

His name is Lemon Chiffon. i was unaware of Lime Chiffon's existence when i named him. He is Lemon Meringue's twin brother.

i thought having relatives have the same last name "Snap, Shortcake, Blossom, Meringe, etc." was weird since the fruit names would be more common. like theyre of the same fruit, just different dishes, they should have the same fruit in their name... if that makes sense.

similar to how japanese names work, i think. the last name is more common to use regularly, while the first name is more,, personal ? correct me if im wrong i havent fact checked.

back to lemon chiffon. Since i made Lemon Meringue more similar to her original 1980s design and personality, she is an actress and/or model; though shes just starting.

i wanted lemon chiffon to mirror that, but in his own way. as an artist, i immediately wanted to make him an artist. i also wanted him to maybe be an actor as well, possibly acting along side his sister.

[lemon] chiffon is more laidback than his sister. he comes from big apple city, but decides to stay in strawberry land for a while to visit his sister. he's kind and charming, the same way his sister is, but less vain and more joking.

some people might be familiar with my persona, Crem ! if youre wondering, yes theyre very much the same LMAO

i want him to have some dumb silly romance-ish plot but im still unsure who hed have it with. since we all know strawberry and orange are girlfriends, as well as angel and ginger.

huckleberry and blueberry have been paired in the past, but if im being honest i never really felt like they clicked. huck is sporty and outgoing, and i imagine blueberry to be more closed off and silent. it could work but i think blueberry would just get annoyed LOL

am i planning to make huck have a little gay panic over a pretty boy in the town ? maybe idk you tell me (yes yes i am)

ive rambled so much but yes say hello to Lemon Chiffon he is silly and i wanna throw him off a cliff thank you for listening i love u if u read all the way mwah <3

[fanfoolishness]

So this is funny. I’m literally 43 hours into Jedi: Survivor, which I saw an article state was like 16 hours of main storyline, so this is already hilarious. I swear I am not even close to 70% of completing Koboh. But I figured okay, 43 hours in, I must be getting close to the end now! Dagan Garra is such a boring villain but I’ll defeat him, so Tanalorr must be coming along soon. Besides, I finally kissed Merrin back!! Fuck yes! Everything’s coming up Cal!

Now I was looking on YouTube for a clip from Fallen Order a few days ago and saw a thumbnail that squawked “Bode’s betrayal!” and showed him with a red lightsaber. Noooo thought I, a spoiler!! But as I kept playing Bode clearly wasn’t Force-sensitive, so I wondered if it was just a “theory” vid or something, or if maybe he did betray me to help his daughter, he’d be like the regular dudes Dagan had armed with lightsabers. Or maybe he’d be brainwashed by Dagan! My brain spun out possibilities. It became clear when I did duel Dagan that Bode was obviously affected and yeah, he was gonna turn.

BUT! Master Cordova noooooo 😱 That was bad enough. BUT BUT!!!

THE FUCKER USED THE FORCE ON ME

HOLY FUCK

my jaw LITERALLY dropped and hung open in a comical fashion and then that’s when I realized I’d left BD behind and then I got fucked and fell off a cliff and died. I can’t believe that even with getting spoiled my ass was still SHOCKED. So well done game!!!

BUT NOW I GET TO PLAY AS CERE FUCKING JUNDA????!?!?!?

😱😱😱😱😱

MY HED A SPLODE

Okay I keep dying SO I haven’t gotten past this part yet, so please, please, no further spoilers 😅 but it’s amazing how Cal, who has grown so powerful throughout the game, is again just OUTCLASSED by this incredible woman, hot damn, she is just slicing every damn trooper like it’s nothing at all! Fuck! Okay game, you got me!! You got me!!

Okay. I need to go settle down. And try to survive just a little longer. I swear if we lose Greez or Cere or Merrin or BD I will fucking throw my computer in the GARBAGE

*ranting continues faintly off in the distance*

[curedeity]

Shogun Steel Episode 2:

-Zyro reacts to overdramatic beytraining the same way I do

-bet maru wasnt even ordered to be in the tube, its just in her nature. Shes a cruel gremlin.

-i gotta say i dont think having someone hold shit up for as long as they can is good training. Moving around just a bit every so often will probably keep the muscles from overstraining or something. I dunno exercise but like letting them occasionally move prob would produce a longer and more rewarding exercise.

-maru is learning to be a cruel younger sibling from benkei, the oldest sibling of the gang

-shinobus spikes do not feel like they have enough depth for the rest of his hair

-shinobu watching zyro sprint up a mountain "what, is he playing???" Sir what is your idea of fun???

-Benkei you trained kenta for a single episode. A single day. Why didnt any of you train him more actually????

-maru and i understand one another. Shes the meanest person in the cast. She wants them dead.

-THEY GAVE MADOKA LONG HAIR AT BACK???? NO!!!! TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK

-"spirit??? Whats that mean??? I failed my language class"

-eight really was meant to take after yu and i think we all need to compliment yus voice actor for pulling off yu

-zyro isnt allowed to have fun. Why? Bc having a fun beybattle is illegal. No fun bey hijinks allowed. Only muscles.

-eight draws on peoples faces where yu would punt them into the water and watch them float out to sea cheerfully

-madoka "i love it when bladers make stupid decisions. I lost the ability to care. Im post-jaded now" amano

-im unfortunately coming to the realization that i actually like eights hair. Someone shoot me

-the gang is too traumatized they legit treat every battle like a loss will break zyro like yall need to let him have fun

-seriously zyro copying moves seems to be a repeat thing. He and ren are veeery similar

-why do all the kids in beyblade have stamina types??? I mean eight does throw less temper tantrums than kite from what i remember-

-eight would get destroyed if he went to koma. Hed call hyoma a farmboy and hyoma would casually push him off a cliff (before catching him obvi)

-i do like the visual symbolism of efrits spirit appearing for this special move, i dont think it did for the rest and it shows zyro coming into his own. If im wrong about this then im smarter than the animators.

-maru and eight little sibling against little sibling violence

-maru already getting zyro into trouble for the next episode

-i get that tsubasas actor is good at saying cryptic stuff but they could give him something else to do. Let him be stressed out bc yu destroyed another stadium pls

-summary: i forgot eight was introduced this early on, and while he isnt my least favorite of the shogun steel cast, i can definitely see where he fails where the other child characters succeeded. Maru and zyro being siblings continues to be the highlight for me and i am getting emotionally attached. I need hijinks, i need zyro helping maru, i need maru to draw on his face when he sleeps and to explode his microwave for science.

[missjackil]

My 15x08 Opinion

Our Father Who Aren’t In Heaven

This was a pretty good episode I’ve gotta say. Some good plot twists, and surprises. They even managed to throw some interesting twists into the Sam/Eileen thing!

First, I want to say I’ve become a Donatello stan LOL I just really like that dude! He was a lot of fun this episode, being so over the Winchesters and their monster drama, and the actor was great when he was being Chuck! I could actually HEAR Chuck when he was speaking for him. Kudos old man! 

So lets move along to Sam and Eileen. Its pretty obvious the show is showing us how incompatible they are. She likes hunting alone, he likes “the buddy system” and is overprotective of her. She is being a little too bossy, IMO, Sam doesnt want no “agreement” no “if I need anything from you I’ll let you know”. This isnt how things are with him and Dean. They always have each others back even when they dont need to. They dont share a bedroom, which is good. She knocked on his door, if they had been sleeping together, she’d just walk in.

Some think she is being somewhat of a Dean parallel, but I dont think so. It seems to be its own thing. Sam and Dean don't like not knowing where the other is, they always prefer hunting together, but when theyve been separated, they keep tabs on each other. Eileen didnt look very happy staying in the background while they guys did the fun stuff. A very obvious tell was when the woman on facetime said: “Do you need permission??” and Eileen just defiantly told her to send her the address. She did go tell Sam but made it clear that shes too independent for the Winchester co-dependency. If she survives next episode, I think theyre going to agree to go their separate ways. People can make good friends, but a lousy couple. Im glad theyre not making either of them bad or creepy, like control freak stalker or anything, but they dont make a good team at all.

Now for Dean.  Dean bruh, you have me concerned. I know you want Sammy to be happy and you want to be supportive. I appreciate that, but you seem a little forced in your enthusiasm like you’re being supportive because its the right thing to do, not because your heart is in it, but Sam has now told you twice that its not like that, its not for him, so why are you pushing? I fear that you feel like you will die soon and just want Sam to be happy and taken care of. I hope you know by now, Sam is never going to be happy in a world that you're not in. 

Rowena is back !!! I am so happy shes the Queen!! That’s some great closure for both Sam and the audience to know that even though she went to Hell, she couldnt be happier. Somewhere Crowley is smiling :)

My friend and I thought it odd though that she had Sam leave the room to lecture Dean and Cas to stop squabbling, but the more I think about it, the more I think Sam doesnt really know theyre squabbling, because if he did, hed be telling them to knock it off like always. I think Sam is being given a pass to not have to deal with it this time. 

Now the best for last! Adam/Michael. How great was that?? Wow I am SO impressed with Jake’s acting and how well written that story was. Im glad that this Michael isnt as douchey as AU Michael. This one seems more like the Michael that possessed young john in s5. Adam didnt do anything wrong to Michael so Im not surprised that they became friends. There was a short uncomfortable exchange between Mike and Sam about the cage, but it wasnt very telling. I have always wondered why Sam never acknowledged that Mike tortured him, or even that he was in the cage with him and Lucifer, once he had his soul back. It made me wonder if Mike went insane quickly and didnt bother with Sam? Maybe there were separate cages? I dont know, but Sam has never spoken about him so I dont believe Mike ever tortured Sam. Sam did look a bit angry or resentful, so I think maybe Michael didnt help him, thus making Sam resentful... but “it doesnt matter” as Sam would say.

I liked Dean’s apology and It looks like both Mike and Adam accepted it. That was a very good tying up of a loose end. 

Now we can suffer through a month of hiatus till we see what all Chuck is showing Sam in the visions. As we see him kissing Eileen, even though its a future event Sam doesnt seem like Sam.... he seems more like a dark Sam. But I guess we’ll see.

So overall this was a good episode. Maybe not as big of a cliff hanger Id hope for the final season but it was still good. So on a scale of Bloodlines to Lebanon Ill give this a strong 7.5. No real complaints other than Sam and Eileen have gone on too long. 

[winchester-reload]

I accidentally drunk-posted this to ao3 last night, so I might as well post it here too since it’s episode-related. There’s a second half I’m not done with yet, but this bit stands on its own as a coda, or whatever.

Pairing: Dean/Cas

WC: 1400

tags: first, kiss, angst, episode 14x12 pre-coda

also on ao3

Cas came into the bunker like a thunderstorm, expression cloudy and eyes hot enough to start brush fires. He dropped the big book that’d been tucked close to his chest onto the library table in front of Dean, and it coughed dust as the water-warped pages accordioned together, fluffed up again. Kicked the old, thread-bound cover back, revealing the yellow vellum page; Possessionem, atque tutelam &, Vatican Ed. 1723, it said.

Dean uncurled from his book, hands slipping to the edge of the mahogany as he pulled in tight. Cas wasn’t supposed to be back yet. Last text Dean got said maybe Tuesday would see him in Kansas, and that meant Dean wasn’t supposed to have to deal with this. He should have already been gone.

Wonderful.

He cleared his throat. “Who’s your friend?” he asked, trying to keep it light.

“Oh, that?” Cas puffed, carelessly spilling into the chair opposite Dean. The airiness of his response was drowned out by the vinegar he had pickling his words. “It’s a book, Dean.”

“Well, shit, Cas. You don’t say—?”

“Yes. It’s a book that Jack and I managed to track to— and retrieve from—a catacomb in New York. Now, ask me why we went to all that trouble.”

Dean hesitated. Then, “Why?” because he was nothing if not a glutton for punishment.

“Well, because we heard it had some particularly potent protection sigils, which, might— ” He pecked an elbow onto the tabletop, twisted his hand in an overly-animated open shrug “—hypothetically—be beneficial to someone harboring an unwanted invader. Why? What did you do this last week?”

It was baited. Dean didn’t need the all caps, period-after-each-word, version of it to see that. He chewed his cheeks, slid his copy of Vonnegut away. Dog-eared pages flat against the table now until someone else bothered to pick it up. “Okay,” he said scratching his neck. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess you talked to Sam.”

“What would give you that impression?”

“Cas, it’s a ma’lik box—”

“Yes—” Cas said, mocking, “I’m familiar with them.”

It triggered that little muscle twitch at the back of Dean’s jaw. “Okay, here we go—” and Cas shot back out of his chair.

“Jack and I were out trying to find literally anything that might help you, and all the while you were out building some stupid, secret box to go bury yourself in— And you weren’t even going to tell me—? So, yes, Dean. Let’s “go”,” he spat, throwing the quotes. “Why are you so impossible?”

“Alright, back off—” Dean bristled. He wanted to keep it civil—fuck, he needed to. The last thing he wanted was to have to ruminate on a fight with Cas for the next forever-billion-years, but the asshole was a button-pusher. Always had been. “I get it, okay? You’re pissed. You wanna be pissed, be pissed, but it ain’t gonna change anything. Billie said what she said.”

Cas rounded on him surprisingly quick, leveled a look so dark, it practically bred its own shadows. “No,” he said, flat, “you’re right, of course, it doesn’t change anything. But do you know what does, Dean? The fact that you’re lying!”

A fingernail of shame suddenly surprised Dean, twisted into his chest. “No—” he stumbled. This was getting away from him quick. Too quick. He scoffed, smiled, tried to brush it away. “Uh, no. You’re wrong—”

“Uh, yes. I’m right—” Cas contested. “See, because if Billie’s answer was to bury you with Michael at the bottom of the Pacific, there would have been no death note to hand you— because, in that scenario, Dean, you’d never die! And maybe Sam doesn’t know that, but I do!” He plucked his chest, tie swinging as he leaned in. It dredged up all those old, angelic chills Dean had filed in the archives of his memory; the weight Cas carried with him like churning ozone when he was all keyed up. “So, why don’t you tell me what the book really said?” he suggested with a low growl. “What you’re actually running from.”

Dean swallowed, tried to hold Cas’ eye, failed. They were close enough now that Dean was all but boxed in his chair, and butterflies played his pulse in response, kicked his heart up into his throat. “Okay, you’re—” he started. Then, “But, that’s totally—” and he stopped, watched Cas’ balled fists turn white at the knuckles. Fuck. “Did you tell Sam?”

“No, but I will tell him. I’ll tell him right now.”

“Don’t—”

“Then what did it say?”

“It said I die old,” Dean muttered, and it was like prying nails from his ribs just to get it out. “ It said I die happy. Natural causes. No Michael. No monsters.”

Cas blinked, caught off guard. The anger in his face diffused then fused again into something so much more knotted up. “I don’t understand—”

“There’s nothing to understand because it doesn’t matter! All the rest of ‘em said I die bad, Cas. All of ‘em! Michael burnin’ me out while he destroys the world—!”

“How does ignoring this one spot of hope fix that?”

“That ain’t hope! I don’t know what to do with that— I don’t even know where to begin to try to make something like that happen! The box is what fixes it! The box, I know how to do!”

Cas’ fingers spread, hands coming up like he wanted to strangle Dean, but couldn’t bring himself to get close enough. “Did it ever occur to you—?” he said slowly. Eyes rolling closed before peeling open again. “—that, maybe, your first step in accomplishing a happy ending, is to stop running? To stop this— suicidal ideation? To just... love, and let people love you?”

Dean shook his head, Cas’ words pooling at the hinge of his jaw and making it hurt. “It wouldn’t matter,” he said, looking at the bookshelves, the corners. Anywhere but Cas.

“Why—?”

“Because no one's gonna love me—” Dean spilled. “Who’s gonna love me like this? An archangel stuffed up in my attic and the rest of me so fucking screwed to hell, I can’t even sleep on a good night!”

Cas balled hands into his own chest, shoulders high and body tight like they were both about to go over some invisible cliff if he didn’t stop the vehicle soon. “I love you!” he pleaded. “Sam loves you! Your family— You are not unloved, Dean!” He had tears in his eyes, but it was easier to ignore them.

Dean shut his eyes, heat washing him. The image of Cas dying on an old couch at the back of the barn flared fresh in his brain— I love you, I love all of you— He tried to swallow it, but it was too sour. Tried to rub it away with the heel of his hand, but it only spread, made speckles. He shook his head, instead, pulled his already loose collar looser. “No, I… Not that kinda love,” he said quietly.

Cas suddenly deflated, arms falling to his sides, weight shifting between his feet. He sunk to the floor at Dean’s knees, looked up, face raw and open and done. “Sam loves you,” he said again quietly. “Jack loves you. Your mother—”

“Cas—”

“—loves you…” He suddenly touched Dean’s knee, stretched up onto his own, wedged between Dean’s legs, quiet and hot, cheeks wet with tears as he pulled all that electric energy in. “But, I—” He grabbed Dean’s face, cradled it between his hands as Dean’s fingers clawed into the fabric at Cas’ sleeve— holding him there, holding him back, he wasn’t sure which. “I love you,” Cas whispered. Something in Dean cracked, split open. He let their foreheads brush. Their noses.

Let Cas kiss him, soft and slow.

Cas kissed like he’d imagined it a thousand times, mapped it. Studied it over and over and over again, until every jump of his lips timed with the thrum of Dean’s heartbeat. The curl of his fingers at Dean’s jaw.

Then it broke, quick as it started, but Cas and all his hasty energy didn’t move back. Neither did Dean. “I don’t know another way to say it,” Cas admitted to the small space between them. His voice finally wavered, broke. His hands uncurled, flat palms drying the tears Dean didn’t know he’d lost. “You have to tell me because I don’t know.”

Dean suddenly remembered to breathe and it came in sharp and unsure. It came in with the smell of Cas and a hit of his blue eyes close enough to taste. Dean swallowed the salt building in the back of his throat and dug his voice out of Cas’ rubble. “That was it,” he whispered back. “You just said it.”

And it seemed utterly ridiculous how everything suddenly felt so simple.

[rust-4-life]

me at a party where i dont know anyone: hey did you know the milo and otis movie actually resulted in like 30 kitten deaths including throwing one off a cliff and theres an on screen scene of one of the milos with a broken paw so hed look like he was losing his balance on a tree branch. just a fun fact.