#(sad boys. doo doo doo doo doo doo. if you even care.)

[vlasdygoth]

stick together, never

ref

[bitronic]

idk if u know this but i have and use a twitter now (its 18+ only mostly for my comfort but also bc i rt p0rn) but its like completely ghost themed rn so if i posted this on there and those mfs saw priest (the band that formed after some former members sued tobias (head of ghost) for not getting proper song writing credits or whatever) they would take me out back and shoot me. also dont ask about eminem i just listened to a lot and think of jesse pinkman and cry. AND MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE IT JUST. I KEEP FORGETTING ITS IN MY PLAYLISTS IM SORRY

[cringemesstickles]

Play With Me, De!

Summary: Sam wants to play but Dean is doing something so he breaks out the puppy dog eyes and Dean caves. [Weechesters]

Pairings: None (obviously)

Word Count: 1,253

A/N: this is one of my favorites because idk it’s just soft and they’re smol and don’t have any big problems yet. 🥲

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Dean sat at the kitchen table in their current motel room, cleaning the guns.

John was off on a hunting trip, leaving Dean to take care of Sam as usual.

Sam was pretty mellow for most of the day; watching Scooby Doo or Looney Tunes or whatever was on, Dean wasn’t really paying attention, only looking up every now and then to make sure Sam wasn’t dying.

However, he knew that the silence wouldn’t last forever; cartoons could only entertain his little brother for so long.

He knew the time was up when he heard the pitter patter of little feet approaching the kitchen table before Sam was in front of him with an energetic smile.

He looked down at his little brother and set down the gun that he was cleaning.

“What’s up, Sammy?”

“Play with me, De!” Sam bounced on the balls of his feet.

“Sorry Sammy, but I’m kind of busy right now.”

The youngest pouted, the sparkle in his eye disappearing instantly.

“Please De?..”

He tried clinging to the fabric of his older brother’s jeans, giving him the best puppy eyes he could muster.

Dean took one look and could already feel his heart melting.

Surely he could make some time for his brother; especially if he was gonna keep giving him that sad puppy look.

Sam could get Dean to do whatever he wanted as long as he had those damn puppy dog eyes;

they were Dean’s biggest weakness and Sam knew it.

“Come on Sam…Don’t make that face..” He tried his best to look away but found it nearly impossible.

“Please play with me, De..”

And just like that, Dean caved.

“Okay okay… I’ll play with you Sammy.”

The sparkle in Sam’s eyes returned as he grabbed Dean’s hand and dragged him to the living room.

“Alright Sammy, what do you wanna play?” He watched his little brother think, concentration clear in his face.

Eventually, all Sam said was - “I don’t know.” - with a slight shrug.

Dean raised a brow.

“You’re telling me you broke out the puppy dog eyes and you don’t even know what you want to play?”

The exasperation in his voice made Sam giggle.

Upon hearing the adorable sound, Dean knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“Oh you think this is funny, Sam? Pulling your big brother away from his work? Is that funny to you, Sammy?”

Sam giggled even more, shaking his head and trying to cover his mouth.

Dean growled playfully, scooping his little brother up in his arms and dumping him on one of the nearby beds; heart melting at the childish giggles that fell from the younger’s mouth, despite not being tickled yet.

“Well Sammy, since you like to laugh so much, how about we pay a visit to an old friend~”

The elder growled in the crook of his brother’s neck, making him squeal and giggle helplessly.

“De!”

“Sorry Sammy, De’s not here, but d’you know who is?”

Sam’s giggles raised in volume and he shook his head.

“Well get ready Sammy, it’s..”

He paused for dramatic effect.

“The tickle monster!” He roared, raising his hands and making claws before digging into his brother’s sides.

Sam squealed, giggles turning to loud bubbly laughter.

“De, noho tihihihickles!” He pushed at the offending hands, a bright smile and rosy cheeks decorating his face.

Dean felt his big brother heart swell with love and affection for his precious little brother;

the brother he would give his life to protect.

“Yes tickles!” He tweaked his brother’s ribs, eliciting yelps and squeaks.

Sam kicked his little legs and squirmed about, unable to escape his brother’s clutches.

“What’s so funny Sammy? Does this tickle? I bet it does!” Dean teased and switched to spidering, smile widening at the little snort that escaped the younger’s mouth.

“DEHEHE!! N-NOT THEHERE!!” The little boy shrieked at the ticklish feelings crawling on his skin, his face reddening from all the laughing.

“The tickle monster tickles wherever he wants!”

Dean growled playfully.

“Lucky for you though, he’s bored of this spot and will in fact be tickling elsewhere…”

He looked at the sliver of exposed skin where the kids shirt had ridden up from the squirming and he grinned.

“How about…here?” He poked Sam’s tummy repeatedly and watched the kid squeak with each poke.

“EEK- It t-tihihickles!” Sam squirmed and batted at the hands.

Dean snorted. “No way, really? That’s crazy, Sammy.”

He stopped poking and formed claws with his hands, wiggling his fingers just over the sensitive spot.

Sam’s eyes widened comically and his laughter became more frantic.

The older Winchester laughed with his brother, finding the reactions adorable.

“Sammy, I’m not touching you.” Dean laughed fondly.

He dove his fingers down and retracted them at the last minute making Sam fall into helpless laughter.

“I’m gonna get your tummy, Sammy~” He sang teasingly, knowing just how to get his little brother worked up.

Sam covered his face with his hands, a snort escaping him as he squirmed helplessly.

“De, plehehease!”

Having decided that he shouldn’t keep the kid waiting any longer, he dug both claw shaped hands into the soft tummy, eliciting a loud squeal followed by bright bubbly laughter.

“DEHEHEHE! NOT MY TUMMEEHEHEE!!”

Sam bucked and squirmed instinctively.

His tummy had always been extremely sensitive; Dean loves to tickle him there because it always gets the cutest reactions.

Dean knew Sam loved getting his tummy tickled as much as Dean loved tickling it, so it was a win win.

“Aww, Sammy~” He rucked Sam’s shirt up to his ribs so his belly was completely exposed.

The older Winchester leaned down and nuzzled the boy’s stomach, growling against the sensitive skin while Sam screeched at the ticklish vibrations.

“Uh oh Sammy…I think the tickle monster is hungry.” Dean could hardly hold back his own soft chuckling, finding his brother’s bright laughter to be quite infectious.

“The tickle monsters gonna eat your tummy, Sammy!”

The younger brother’s squirming increased at the playful threat, anticipation growing in the pit of his stomach.

The eldest started nibbling along his brother’s sensitive tummy, heart swelling at the loud happy laughter.

“Mm.. ticklish bellies are my favorite snack! NomNomNom~”

“EEK! DEHEHEE NOOO!! DON’T EAT MEHEHEHE!!”

Sam squealed happily, arching his back, kicking his little legs, and wiggling about in his big brothers grasp.

Dean smiled against the little boy’s skin. He loved being able to play around with the younger.

Being 5, Sam didn’t fully understand why their lives were this way;

why they moved around so much, why they salted the doors and windows every night, why their dad was almost always gone, why they didn’t have a mom…

Dean at least understood most of it, but poor Sammy probably just thinks that it’s all for no reason.

Still, it’s better than if he were to know the truth.

Dean was just happy that he could be the one to put that sweet smile on the boy’s face.

When Sam’s laughter went silent, Dean pulled away, admiring the rosy cheeks and dimpled smile.

He leaned down and bumped their noses, nuzzling affectionately.

“Hehe!” Sam giggled.

Dean laughed and gave Sam a kiss on the nose, watching him scrunch it up momentarily.

Sam curled up in his big brothers lap, snuggling against his chest with a content sigh.

“I love you, De…” He yawned, tuckered out from the tickling.

Dean carded his hands through the soft brown locks, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Love you too, Sammy.”

[badgersprite]

My 2023 Eurovision Top 37!

It's that time again! That time where I give my thoughts on the Eurovision songs of the year ahead of the contest.

Lowkey I think this has turned into a way stronger year than people expected. I don't think there are any ~objectively~ bad songs honestly, even the songs I don't care for this year it's mostly not because they're bad so much as it's because they're just OK, and this has been the hardest top 10 I can remember having to pick since I started ranking Eurovision. This is my favourite top 10 I've had in a while. I literally cannot split my Top 4 songs in terms of how much I love them, it's basically a four-way tie that fluctuates with my mood.

OK, with that said, I'm going to do something different than I usually do and countdown my Top 37 in REVERSE order!

37. POLAND - BLANKA - Solo

Yeah, OK, this just isn't for me. This is an entirely personal thing but it's got that, like, white-people reggae beat that irks me? You know like how in the same way that Meghan Trainor does a really milquetoast soulless version of doo-wop? This sounds like reggae as interpreted by Meghan Trainor

And yes I mean that as an insult.

36. ROMANIA - THEODOR ANDREI - D.G.T (Off and On)

It starts as it means to go on and never really goes anywhere. If you don't like it in the first three seconds you're not going to like the next three minutes.

35. CYPRUS - ANDREW LAMBROU - Break a Broken Heart

Generic Eurovision sad boy song. Does nothing for me.

34. LITHUANA - MONIKA LINKYTĖ - Stay

I cannot stand this chorus. Gets some points for doing a bit more than the generic Eurovision ballad with the gospel choir.

33. SWITZERLAND - REMO FORRER - Watergun

Oof. Yeah, no. Points for good production and the great voice but to me the attempt at a serious anti-war message using lyrics like "I don't want to play with real blood" is jarring in a bad way.

32. ALBANIA - ALBINA & FAMILJA KELMENDI - Duje

I normally like Albania's Eurovision entries but this year is a break from tradition. To me the song comes across as kind of messy and structurally weird, I can never really get into it. There is also A LOT of Eurovision that basically sounds exactly like this to me. I feel like I heard this exact song multiple times in the 2000s.

31. SAN MARINO - PIQUED JACKS - Like An Animal

Don't like the song or the guy's voice but the guitar sounds alright, I guess? It's honestly kind of hard to rank the entries that you don't particularly care for lol. I have no strong feelings about this song at all, I don't even remember it as I'm writing this.

30. ARMENIA - BRUNETTE - Future Lover

OK, ballads aren't really my thing. It takes a lot for me to connect with a ballad. There's things about this song that I like, but I can't change that I don't connect with it. And if it doesn't evoke any particular feeling from me and I'm not super here for it musically because it's not my kind of song/genre to start, then I can't exactly pretend that I like it more than other songs I've put higher than this.

29. ESTONIA - ALIKA - Bridges

I like this a lot more now than I did the first time I heard it where I was literally rolling my eyes at it, but even with me recognising the quality in this song and connecting with it more than Future Lover, it doesn't finish any higher than this unfortunately.

28. AZERBAIJAN - TURALTURANX - Tell Me More

Kiss me, out of the bearded barley, nightly, beside the green green grass--oh wait that's not the song? Yeah, this is a very forgettable, kind of meh song, nothing that stands out about it, but sonically it sounds very pleasant, I like the chords that remind me of Sixpence None The Richer and in that regard I like it more than the songs below it on this list.

27. ITALY - MARCO MENGONI - Due Vite

Yeah, again, this is another Eurovision ballad I don't particularly care for, but that piano riff is very nice. I like that about it. I like it more now than I did the first time I heard it. It's perfectly fine.

26. GERMANY - LORD OF THE LOST - Blood and Glitter

Oh, OK, now we're out of the ballad zone and into the fun and interesting stuff. I'm glad that stuff like this is here in the contest this year (even though I wanted Melodies of Hope to represent Germany lol), the problem is that even as someone who isn't really into this kind of music, it's just kind of an OK example of its genre.

25. CROATIA - LET 3 - Mama ŠČ

Hahaha, OK, I might enjoy this more than most people, but I'm glad these guys are here, they're a laugh. And I don't think the song is that bad at all, I actually quite enjoy the chorus.

24. NETHERLANDS - MIA NICOLAI & DION COOPER - Burning Daylight

I connected with this ballad a little. The ending is particularly good. But it doesn't really hold up for me on repeat listens. It's not a song I expect to ever listen to again after the contest. Until maybe one day I do listen to it when I'm sad and suddenly I'm crying my eyes out, and on that day I'll love it. But until then it's perfectly fine.

23. IRELAND - WILD YOUTH - We Are One

This sounds like the final song from a Disney Channel movie about a plucky high school rock band and their wacky adventures. Like you know the main guy almost left the band but then he comes back at the end and he sings this song when they reunite. That being said even though this is very annoyingly facile and I am totally aware of that, I like the way it sounds. And I should like the way it sounds because it's so inoffensive that it was probably designed in a lab to use the chord progressions that appeal to the most people.

22. ICELAND - DILJÁ - Power

Again, kind of a generic pop song that sounds like it could be from any point in the past 30 years, but I enjoy her vocal and the breakbeat. I do keep forgetting what this song sounds like though. That's not a great sign for it.

21. GREECE - VICTOR VERNICOS - What They Say

I'm kind of surprised that this is this high, but I just find myself liking the way it sounds more than the songs below it, even though it doesn't evoke any real feelings from me at all. This is almost certainly going to be a song I don't remember a year from now.

20. LATVIA - SUDDEN LIGHTS - Aijã

OK we're now at the point where I straight up like every song from here down. Love the complex rhythms and time signature changes. Is this the first Eurovision song to be in 5/8? I don't know, but I think it's definitely the first Eurovision song to switch from 5/8 to 6/8.

19. UKRAINE - TVORCHI - Heart of Steel

This song came out so early in Eurovision season that I almost kind of took for granted how good this is. This song really has a presence. It feels big and makes you pay attention, and it's not a genre we really get at Eurovision much so it stands out a lot, for the right reasons.

18. MOLDOVA - PASHA PARFENY - Soarele Şi Luna

I'm really enjoying the trend in Eurovision to have traditional folk music elements mixed with electronic music. It's always a vibe.

17. UNITED KINGDOM - MAE MULLER - I Wrote A Song

Yeah, this is a super fun song. I like it. I like it a lot. I might just be a tiny bit too old to vibe with this song as much as some people, it has a little bit of TikTok about it, but this is the kind of music the UK should have been sending for years.

16. AUSTRALIA - VOYAGER - Promise

I don't like this as much as Dreamer but I think people are underselling how good this song actually is. I enjoy Voyager. They sound a bit like The Presets and The Potbelleez. They take me back to when I was still in high school lol.

15. ISRAEL - NOA KIREL - Unicorn

OK sure the unicorn lyric is fucking stupid, but it knows it's stupid. This song is not above being stupid. And I'm not above loving it.

14. SERBIA - LUKE BLACK - Samo Mi Se Spava

This speaks to teenage me on a deep level. Like it's got a lot of Nine Inch Nails and A Perfect Circle vibes about it. And I've never really stopped liking this kind of music. The synth riff in this song makes it.

13. NORWAY - ALESSANDRA - Queen of Kings

Yeah that's right I said it, Queen of Kings isn't in my top 10. I told you this is a good year. This song is an event. It's like an EDM sea shanty. It's extremely catchy. It does lose its lustre a bit after repeat listens. But, like, live? It's going to be amazing.

12. AUSTRIA - TEYA & SALENA - Who the Hell is Edgar?

Oh we're going FULL Eurovision this year, huh? Wow we've got like multiple meme songs and most of them are great. This song has no business being as good as it is.

11. PORTUGAL - MIMICAT - Ai Coração

I did not expect to love this song as much as I do. But it's great. It makes me feel extremely happy every time I listen to it. I think I feel about this song the way a lot of people felt about Moldova last year.

10. SLOVENIA - JOKER OUT - Carpe Diem

We got ourselves an indie rock banger at Eurovision. This song is just pure quality. It's catchy as hell and you can dance to it. You know you'd think it's not easy to get songs stuck in your head when you don't speak the language, but this is the type of song that shows how universal and transcendent music really is.

9. BELGIUM - GUSTAPH - Because of You

Girlies. Listen. I am a homosexual. 90s Eurodance defines who I am. As a person. I will never abandon 90s Eurodance. I have a spiritual connection with this kind of music. There is absolutely nothing objective about me putting this here, but it makes me happy and speaks to my little gay soul in a way nothing else can do. Highkey, I love that this song is so self-aware about how 90s it is that it's in early 90s MTV black and white with the old 90s TV aspect ratio.

8. FINLAND - KÄÄRIJÄ - Cha Cha Cha

And the award for most Eurovision song of Eurovision 2023 goes to...

Seriously though where else but in Eurovision could this song exist? Describing it doesn't really do it justice, it's just something you need to experience. And this belongs in the annals of songs you show people to capture the essence of what Eurovision is along with stuff like Verka Serduchka.

7. GEORGIA - IRU - Echo

Georgia was the last country to release their song, this only just came out, and HOLY CRAP. I have barely had time to process my thoughts but this is so up my alley. I think this is also the first time I've liked a song from Georgia since like 2015/2016? So, honestly, slay. Georgia have had the worst qualification record in recent years. This song should break that. It deserves to. It's amazing. And the STYLING in this video makes me incredibly excited to see it staged live.

6. MALTA - THE BUSKER - Dance (Our Own Party)

Listen, Eurovision + Saxophone = $$$. I don't make the rules I just live by them. This song is a straight up good vibe and I dig an epic sax. I don't have very complex thoughts about this song as its appeal to me is entirely unintellectual and coming directly from some base id lizard brain inside me, but like it's a fun party song you can dance to. What's not to like? And what else do you really need at Eurovision?

5. DENMARK - REILEY - Breaking My Heart

This is pure pop perfection. I'm surprised that this isn't as popular with Eurofans as I think it should be. But this is the most like the music I listen to outside the contest. Electronic pop with a summery, almost 80s esque synth bass rhythm. I'm so here for it. This is the kind of contemporary music I love to hear on the radio. People are sleeping on this song, but I'm not.

OK for real before I get into my Top 4, all these remaining songs are my actual babies. I have never had four songs in the same Eurovision that I've loved this much. On any given day any one of these four songs could be my top. I want all of them to win, if any one of them does I'm thrilled. But this is how I feel about them today, in this order.

4. SPAIN - BLANCA PALOMA - EAEA

This right here. This is why I love Eurovision. I have literally never heard anything like this in my life before, and I adore it. This isn't just music, babes, this is art. The modern production mixed with traditional flamenco rhythm speaks to the culturally Spanish heart of this song, evoking the traditional Spanish lullaby sounds sung to babies when they are crying.

The lyrics are beautiful too. A sample translated to English:

Oh, come to me, child of mine

Sleep by my side

Because in my chest there’s a shelter

A little shelter for your grief

My child, when I die

May they bury me in the Moon

So that I’ll see you every night

Every night but one

3. FRANCE - LA ZARRA - Évidemment

I love how unapologetically French France always is at Eurovision. I hope they never change. Honestly, this is just a total serve and a total slay. The biggest "Yaas Queen" moment of Eurovision 2023, and she owns it. La Zarra exudes boundless charisma as she mixes classic chanson with a Dua Lipa-esque disco revival beat and bassline. Seriously, she's got stage presence other artists can only dream of. They don't need to change the staging at all for Eurovision from what they did in the music video. I wouldn't be shocked if this is even better live than it already is and unexpectedly snatches the crown.

2. CZECHIA - VESNA - My Sister's Crown

How to say 'fuck you' to Putin in four languages. This was SO, SOOO close to being my top song. It's been in my head ever since it came out. I love everything about it. Once again, music like this is why I love Eurovision. The voices of Vesna combine together to sound like an epic traditional Slavic folk women's choir, but then they mix that with in-your-face modern production and rap. When's the last time you heard Bulgarian rap? This whole song is just straight fire.

1. SWEDEN - LOREEN - Tattoo

Listen. This is a Loreen stan account. I have always been a Loreen stan account. I refuse to apologise for it. I embrace what I am. Loreen is my favourite Eurovision artist of all time. Not just in Eurovision, but for her work outside of Eurovision. Yes, more than ABBA. Hell, she's possibly my favourite pop artist full stop. Heal is one of the greatest underrated pop albums of all time. I love everything about her as an artist. She has one of my favourite voices I've ever heard. And I adore how she uses every inch of her body as a canvas for performance art to tell a story. I just adore Loreen, and I love this song. Even with me trying to keep my Loreen bias out of it, I can't not put this song first. That second verse, bridge and chorus are just a cosmic event that eclipses everything else for me, even before it gets to the end.

So will this be the year that Sweden ties Ireland not only in having 7 wins at the contest, but having the first two-time winner since Johnny Logan? Bitch it might be. Catch me in Gothenburg next year

That's it, go home now :P

[chryzure-archive]

you’re killing me with the trysi feels so please… indulge me. hit me with your fave trysi moments (from when they were HAPPY 😭). i need to know more about their relationship and dynamic okay the fate of the world is at stake ‼️

you and juno are out here funding the trysi ship all on your lonesome!!!! thank god!!!!!!!!! i love thinking abt them and their silly little love story <- is actually a rather tragic and heartbreaking story

cleaning closet make out sessions!!! i love how tris and chrysi are both trying so hard not to laugh (nervously on tris’s part, and from pure thrill on chrysi’s part) that their kisses are more of laughing against each other’s mouths while they embrace each other… much nicer than going to honors pre-calc, am i right?

THEIR PROM NIGHT. THEY DROVE THREE HOURS TO GO TO AN ARCADE IN ANOTHER CITY PURELY BECAUSE TRIS MENTIONED IT ON A WHIM AND CHRYSI WAS LIKE “honestly, it sounds more fun than this” AND THEY WERE OUT ALL NIGHT DRIVING TO THE ARCADE AND THEN BACK!!!! they’re in their fancy prom outfits and chrysi’s winning tris all the little stuffed animals from those claw machines and they stop at a 24-hr diner on their way back…. it makes me so happy-sad. they had so much fun on their prom night. (tris still has the photos they took in the photo booth that night and he cries whenever he sees them) ((chrysi does too.))

such a silly little moment, but i think it’s one tris values deeply, but tris once got into an argument regarding scooby doo lore with a friend and he called chrysi to get her input and SHE BACKED HIM UP!!! AND SHE HAD PROOF DOWN TO THE TIMESTAMP!!!! that was a true love moment for tris, for SURE.

post-reunion, where tris gets possessed and chrysi saves him + once he wakes up, she’s hovering over him with her hand on his forehead and she’s looking soso worried… but when she notices he’s awake, she forces a smile and goes, “welcome back to the land of the living, pretty boy” GOD. SHE CARES ABOUT HIM SO MUCH.

SPEAKING OF POST-REUNION DATING, OMG??? THEIR HALLOWEEN PARTY??? tris knows all about chrysi’s Thing where she has to go as something that she Is for halloween (and he knows it’s bc of that one episode of buffy the vampire slayer, bc of course he does!!! tris knows so much abt chrysi), so he dresses up as someone from the marching band BECAUSE HE KNOWS SHE’LL DRESS UP AS A CHEERLEADER…! and she does!!!! and when she sees him dressed up as a marching band player, she’s jst like <3333… he remembered her Thing !!!!! he loves her so much.

also later in said halloween party, he finds her locked up in a trunk, unconscious and bleeding, and he’s so distressed that he accidentally shatters a mirror with his magic (that he doesn’t know he has). that’s a fun little scene :)also proof of how chrysi is literally incapable of taking halloween off bc she always ends up getting roped into something supernatural anyway. work will follow her around every single time.

this is the beginning of tris realizing that dating chrysi means that he has to learn how to cope with the dangers of supernatural business + how it’ll affect chrysi. so that is less smiley face, i guess.

this is specific to my fear street au, but trysi laying together in bed and holding each other while listening to a mix tape tris made…. oughhh…..

TRIS MAKES CHRYSI SO MANY PLAYLISTS AND MIXTAPES AND CDS BECAUSE HE LISTENS TO SO MUCH MUSIC AND HE KNOWS CHRYSI APPRECIATES IT. AUGGHHH!!!!

ummm, reunion specific trysi scene that’s not officially them dating, but tris comes back to salem and is lamenting how it’s become even more tourist-town-ish since he’s been absent, and chrysi’s behind him like, “god, yeah, doesn’t it suck? it’s worse bc of those stupid ghost rumors” AND TRIS STILL HASN’T LOOKED OVER TO SEE IT’S CHRYSI, SO HE’S AGREEING W/ HER AND HAVING A CONVO WITH HER, THEN TURNS AND SCREAMS WHEN HE REALIZES IT’S CHRYSI. btw, his bandmates are there and they’re so interested in this random girl that’s very very pretty and seems to be cool with tris. imagine being them and realizing that this is the girl that inspired 98.79% of tris’s songs (suddenly, they all understand why that’s the case… they also would never get over chrysi if they had gotten the chance to date her in high school).

idk if that last bullet point made sense… do you get my vision

tris would go to school early every morning so he could join chrysi in one of the practice rooms and listen to her play the piano while he did homework… i… i’m just…. like??? you know????

i was going to say that tris goes to all the games that chrysi cheers for, but like. he’s in marching band, so. yeah. my condolences, tris.

[project1939]

Day 33: “Why is it that there are lots of men’s men, but hardly any women’s women?” 

50s slang of the day: “Boy, did we have a real gab-fest!” (Boy did we talk for hours! We talked each other's ears off!) 

Best/worst quote of the day: “Last night you were pretty honest with yourself, and you said the one thing in your life was Dick.” 

Song of the day: “Fool, Fool, Fool,” by Kay Star. I love all of Kay Starr's songs from 1952, but this is my second favorite after “Comes-a-Long-a-Love.” The doo-wop background singers, the way Starr holds on to the notes in a bluesy mournful way... the way there’s a little break where the sadness turns to a bit of anger... it’s just a cool song. And Kay Starr can bloody sing. 

Highlights: 

Yay! A fun and colorful MGM musical with an amazing title! I don’t even care if it isn’t the best film, it was like a shot of vitamins from Dr. Feelgood tonight! 

I was not prepared. At all. I am now helplessly and totally in love with Esther Williams! 

I'm excited to start making stuff with my groceries! I was too tired to start today, but I’m looking forward to tomorrow. 

Lowlights: 

Tonight’s episode of Westinghouse Studio One had all of Betty’s commercials edited out! I ended up not watching, taking a bit of a breather. I also just wanted to watch it the way it aired. But come on, no Betty, no fun! 

I’m starting to get pretty sick of seeing all the same tv and radio programs. I have felt really burned out today. Thankfully the summer months of 1952 are coming up next week, (June begins Friday), and new shows will be starting. New shows needed to fill the spots of the old ones while they took their summer breaks! 

Seeing some adorable child swimmers in a movie, I looked them up to see what happened to them. The 5-year-old girl was murdered by her father in 1953. I’m beyond horrified. 

[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, The Right Stuff, Chapter 3

Word Count: 832

“If I wanted some whiny omega on my ass all the time, I would have just gone with Peter,” she huffed, glaring at the omega wolf, “he may be a fox, but at least he’s my mate.  God, I can’t even stand your scent right now.  You’re starting to spill over with your scent patches.  I think you need to start getting the shots.”

Lance felt his heart ache as his girlfriend became even more vicious, going for the jugular, “Regina, I just asked if you could co-“

“I don’t care!” she finally spat out, cutting him off, “I don’t care about you playing on the rings and spinning on things, Lance.  I have way more important things to do with my time than watch you acting like a toddler on a jungle gym.”

“I just asked if you could come support me at one-“

“Aren’t your brothers coming?” she asked, hands on her hips, “why aren’t they enough for you?  Why do I have to be there too?”

“Babe…it’s an Olympic scaled competition to determine who’s on the team!” he said proudly, trying to push through his own sadness “I want my girlfriend, my alpha there cheering me on…ar-aren’t you proud of me?”

“Whoop-de-doo Lance, you can swing on bars and look great doing it,” she said sarcastically.  She huffed and threw her hands up when he didn’t let go of it, “I’m done talking about it, Lance…take your pants off.  I had a stressful day, and I need you…be a good omega and take care of your alpha!  Come on!”

“What about me?”

“We’re going to have sex,” she pointed out, rolling her eyes, “obviously you’re benefitting from it too!  Now come on.  Chop chop.  Pants off.  Lance…get undressed.”

“No.”

She raised her brow, “What?”

“N-no.  I don’t want to just take my pants off and have sex,” he growled, finally breaking, “that’s not how we solve problems!  Th-that’s not how I want to solve our problems.  I don’t want to just have sex and act like it never happened.  This isn’t okay!”

“YES IT IS!” she all but yelled at him.  Lance shrank back ever so slightly, and she took a few steps forward, “Look, I know that you’re a little emotional because it’s right before your heat and you need that little extra encouragement, but I don’t have the energy for it.  So, sucking up to your frat brothers will have to do.  I have real stress that I need to get rid of.  And as my omega, I would think you could understand that.  Now…PANTS OFF, LANCE!”

Lance felt his chest tighten as he stood stock still.  His jaw went rigid as he tried to hold himself in the same spot instead of obeying the rigid alpha command.  He started to feel pressure in the pit of his stomach.  She raised her brow, “you really think you can hold out for long, Lance?  I know how quick you cave with me…it’ll only hurt the longer you try to fight it off.  I gave you an alpha command.  NOW TAKE THEM OFF!”

Lance tried to fight the command, but his hindbrain was quickly taking over. 

“I-I don’t want to!” he whimpered as his arms reached for his track pants, sliding them down his muscular, toned thighs.  He felt the tears building in his eyes, “Regina-“

“Good boy,” she smiled, cutting him off and ignoring is own pain.  She took her top off and started slipping out of her skirt, “now get on the bed, take off your shirt, and start stroking yourself.  You need to be hard, Lance!”

“Regina-“

“SHUT UP!”

His lips quickly snapped together, and his body surged towards the bed.  A whimper escaped his throat as he all but ripped his shirt off in a mechanical fashion.  But just before he could start stroking himself the door to his bedroom slammed open, and in came Steve, Bucky, and Mini.

Regina immediately covered herself up with her hands, “What the hell are you doing, get out!”

“Lance, stop!” Bucky growled, the alpha command rolling off his lips.  Mini stalked right up to Regina and decked her.  The wolf whimpered, falling to the floor.

“We heard you alpha commanding him!” she commented angrily, not moving her eyes from the wolf on the floor, “Lance, are you okay?”

He nodded, a small tear slipping down his cheeks.  Steve ran up to the junior, “Come on, man…let’s get you out of he-“

“Where do you think you’re going with my omega?”

Mini growled at her, the panther becoming even more protective of Lance after her omega touched him and herded him out of his bedroom towards Steve’s.

“You should leave…before I call the authorities for alpha commanding and attempting to rape an omega!” she spat. 

“He’s my boyfriend!” she said quickly, as though that would make it any better.

“Not anymore!” Bucky growled, his own protectiveness over Steve’s friend coming in to play, “get out, Regina…and don’t come back.”

Tag List:  @buckybarnes72, @lohnes16

[imeverywoman420]

The downfall of pop music. Some of it isnt pop but it was played on pop music radio stations. Lets get into it:

Fun. Hate that band. “We are young” is one of my least favorite songs ever recorded.

Uptown funk, happy, all about that bass. Songs from THAT era.

Boring couple songs. Ed sheeran. Sam smith. John legend.

Shake it off taylor swift. She should have stuck to cute little country music.

Lady gaga fucking off and doing songs with tony bennet and the joanne album and the song with ariana grande. Ugh give us something like Venus, G.U.Y., aura, bloody mary, etc. I dont give a damn about a million reasons

Ho Hey lumineers. HATE IT. Also that somg like best day of my life hoo hoo hoooooo

When fall out boy started making weird music that sounds like movie soundtracks. Like centuries my songs know what you did in the dark etc.

Rihanna anti. Hate that album its sooo lazy.

Avici and everything similar to it. You know how shitty those edm type pop songs sound on the average car speaker???? UNBEARABLE. And thats ALL the radio plays. That stupid doo dodododododoooo beep boop dun dun dun RANDOM HIIIIIIIGH NOTEEEEEE

Ariana grande wasting her vocal talent on terrible edm esque songs. She has a voice for opera but the vast majority of her music is garbo tbh.

Adele. So boring. Dont care.

Chainsmokers. I do like the song Closer tho for some reason even tho its a bad song

Katy perrys blonde short hair era. Making songs with migos for some reason.

Katy perry Roar

Dula peep. So. Fucking. Boring.

Tove Lo, icona pop, all that type music. Cannot stand it. So formulaic!!! Literally no originality its just ooooo im sad *do do dooo dododododooo hdjsdjeje* IM SAAAADDD

In a similar vein, Sia. Hate her music for the most part. Shes talented but i dont like her music at all. The song titanium with david guetta…. Again with the boring formulaic doo dodoododododo HIIIIGH NOOOOOTEEEEEEEE

[i-can-bench-220]

what if the cyber chase was a fred-centric film?

i recently read the essay from this fantastic post about how the cyber chase could have, and should have been a fred-centric film, and i can’t believe i didn’t put two and two together about it sooner!! the cyber chase is one of my absolute favourite scooby films because it just feels like a big love letter to the franchise as a whole, and so i’m ok with it not focusing on one single character in that respect. but i’m still so sad that fred was the only character to not receive any development in this fantastic and incredibly influential era of scooby films! but that sadness is currently the fuel to my thoughts, and boy have i been thinking. so… what if the cyber chase was a fred-centric film? i’m going to explore that! i hope you enjoy this post with a bit of analysis and a whole lot of what-ifs, and how much i believe in fred jones’ potential to continue growing and developing as a character.

eric staufer’s friendship with the gang is left pretty vague within the film, so let’s say that he is fred’s friend specifically. eric is his old friend, one he’s known since middle school. he’s also his only true friend at that (besides the gang, of course). both were social outcasts and had niche passions that they absolutely devoted themselves to (coding/video games and traps/mystery solving respectively). eric was quiet and reclusive while fred was much more cheerful and outgoing, but didn’t fully realise that he didn’t fit in with others. and even if he did, it wouldn’t dampen his spirit.

i’d like to think that eric was very much drawn to that about fred, and probably also had a crush on him for a while (that he doesn’t really have as much anymore, but the embarrassing memories are still very much There. maybe he can have an OH NO HE’S HOT moment when he sees him again for the first time in ages. as a treat.). but the point is that they’re besties now and you can’t take this away from me. look at them.

the pacing of the film is one of its biggest strengths, but i think i would give the gang just a little more time at the university before they’re transported into eric’s game. this would allow the boys to catch up, their friendship can be established (with some flashbacks maybe?), and we can have fred properly introduce eric to the gang.

now here’s the thing — fred’s development. for daphne, velma and shaggy, their stories within the other three films have of course been focused on them as individuals, the things they’re passionate about and the people that change them.

for fred, i would love an arc about his role as the leader of the gang. he received this position not just because he’s logical and decisive, but because he knows how to divide up bigger tasks according to the skillsets of his friends, and is of course the most enthusiastic about, well, everything! but this role naturally brings with it a lot of pressure, mostly self-imposed. fred cares for his friends so deeply, and would do anything to keep them out of harm’s way. he is constantly throwing himself straight into danger for their sake, because… ♪ he’s pretty sure he’s worthless if he can’t be of service ♪. (i used a scene from the cyber chase in my surface pressure post for a reason!)

what’s new, scooby-doo? came out a year after the cyber chase, and good lord is fred ever this series’ punching bag (physically, that is. he gets to be the emotional punching bag in mystery incorporated!). he gets thrown, breaks bones, is knocked out and kidnapped… you name it. and it’s all pretty inconsequential as the show has a more light-hearted tone. but i still think about it a lot.

because a few of these instances are just him being impulsive and trying to take on monsters that he can’t realistically fight alone. but a lot of them are also fuelled by his wanting to protect his friends, such as when he jump-tackles the zombie gladiator because it was about to hurt “[his] pal” (shaggy). he frequently bites off so much more than he can chew in this regard, to the point where others have to reel him in… like scooby.

have i mentioned that scooby saves fred’s life twice in this series? because it never fails to make me cry. i think that fred would feel so, so guilty at the fact that scooby would risk his life just to save him. so there’s a super fun internal struggle for him to have. because of course his friends are aware of the crazy things he does. of course they’re frustrated with and worried for him. of course they want to stop him. but of course that will lead to them getting into even more danger, and it’ll be fred’s fault — much, much more so. the cycle continues…

going back to the cyber chase, the game eric creates is, of course, based on the adventures of mystery incorporated. the next time somebody asks who the biggest scooby-doo fan is, i’m going to say eric staufer. anyway, as i’m developing eric as more of a timid character, i’d like to think that the gang are a big inspiration to him, and were the ones who made him want to use his talent at coding in order to bring joy to others’ lives just like they do, but in his own small way.

i think that fred should be going through a period of doubt and insecurity when this film begins. maybe a member of the gang got hurt in their previous mystery, and he thinks it’s his fault, that his leadership was flawed and he was so focused on his plan that he failed to think about his friends (spoiler alert: he is always thinking about his friends!! he is just way too hard on himself!!).

but being transported into the game, although perilous, affirms his role as leader. the gang and eric help him to realise that none of these adventures would be possible without him — he was the one to bring the gang together, he was the one who always came up with the plan and ensured a successful case, and he was the one who just genuinely wanted to help the victims of each villain’s plan. he isn’t perfect, and he can’t always think about everything. sometimes his friends will get hurt, but that’s not his fault. they have minds of their own, and will sometimes act foolishly or have a spell of bad luck. it’s all part of the job. and it’s a job that they all love, due in no small part to fred’s infectious enthusiasm constantly rubbing off on them.

i’d also really love to see a heart-to-heart between fred and cyber fred. this would be a way of showing how his character has grown and changed over time, much like daphne and cyber daphne’s scene (one of my favourites ever!). maybe cyber fred looks cheerful and collected, but is noticeably highly-strung, and much more serious. this is the final stage of fred’s development here, as he expresses everything he’s realised over the course of the film and reassures his cyber counterpart that yes, sometimes his plans will fail, sometimes his friends will be in danger, and things will never be perfect. but fred knows that all cyber fred can do is his best, and that’s enough. he doesn’t have to shoulder every responsibility alone, and he can afford to relax and simply enjoy the thrill of a mystery. he deserves it.

i think that the only other thing i would add/change that is isn’t directly related to fred is bill’s character and motivation for creating the phantom virus. maybe he’s actually an expert hacker disguising his underhanded work beneath the façade of a brilliant student. maybe he sees eric’s talent and is trying to subtly manipulate him into following the same path behind professor kaufman’s back.

but maybe he’s also just… lonely. overlooked. he was never deemed good enough, so he took to hacking and eventually creating the phantom virus as this big catastrophic thing by which he could finally gain some recognition, positive or otherwise. he’s so proud of the phantom virus because it’s finally something he can control. worst of all, he’s so wrapped up in this terrible pursuit and so conditioned to others dismissing him that he doesn’t realise that professor kaufman and eric do respect and believe in him.

i absolutely love how the other three films in this series have a running theme of “classic guy in a mask plot but then then they realise that there is also an actual supernatural entity”, so it’s a shame that the cyber chase didn’t do this too. to capture that theme, i think i would have bill accidentally reveal himself as the culprit while the gang are still in the game. the professor and eric get him to reveal his motivation, allowing them to give him the reassurance he always needed. he is genuinely repentant for what he’s done… but it’s too late. at this point, the phantom virus has gone completely rogue and turned against even its own creator. this would raise the stakes of the finale even more, while still keeping the themes of the joy of technology versus the danger of technology balanced.

it would also still give the gang a chance to have that big epic final battle where they’re all connected, ready to face the threat, trusting one another fully and following fred’s lead of renewed confidence. because if there’s one thing a fred-centric film should do, it’s emphasise the bond between the gang as a whole as well as just exploring his own character and struggles. because at the end of the day the gang are a part of him, and the most important thing in his life.

(and yes, from here eric would become an honorary member helping them out from the sidelines much like marcie in mystery incorporated!)

if you’ve read this far, thank you so, so much!! it means the world that there are people who are interested in my ideas. as i said at the start, i truly believe in fred’s potential as a character, and that hope is always fuelling my ideas. this film is still one of my absolute favourites, but making it about my favourite character would have been a dream come true!

if you have any more ideas you’d like to add (about the cyber chase or anything else) please feel free to send them my way! i would love to hear what you think.

thank you again! 💙

[lonely-lost-soul]

Slumber Party

Request 4: C!Ranboo and his best friend just having a calm like self-care sort of night? Like just some fluffy friendly content- maybe the reader playing with his hair? 🥺 I thrive on platonic content so so much

Requested By: Anonymous 

(PLATONIC!Ranboo x Reader) 

I felt like this one was better written in HeadCannon style hope that’s okay!

Marching through the Tundra the snow crunched under your feet, this was the first time you had made the journey out to visit Ranboo. 

You two had been inseparable since he came to the country of New L’manburg, Tubbo had introduced the both of you and you were attached at the hip ever since. You were one of the first names under the best friends category in his memory book and you had a locket with his face inside it labeled best friend. 

So it was only natural that he had made sure you were the first person who had direct permission from Technoblade to be on his property. 

The pigman had warmed up to you surprisingly quickly, mainly because you had brought him a housewarming gift.

(The gift in question was some of your world-famous homemade mashed potatoes)

He took it stiffly and gruffly, turning away from the both of you to walk back towards his house. 

Ranboo rushed to assure you that, that’s what he does when he appreciates something.

You chose to ignore the weird reaction in favor of following Ranboo to his home.

Ranboo’s pets remembered you and it was a joyful reunion between all of them. It ended in many snuggles and pets from both parties. 

Eventually, Ranboo suggested you both move away from the pets and do something more fun. Mainly he wanted to officially show off his new powers to you, keeping them a secret had been immensely challenging.

The both of you sat across from one another on the floor, in front of you he placed a grass block. 

“Ready?”

“Considering I don’t know what you’re doing sure.”

You almost screamed when he broke the grass and it was still...well grass. 

“Do it again! Can you do it to other blocks or just dirt? What else can you pick up?

He couldn’t help but preen at all the praise and you were happy to dish out the compliments. 

Ranboo explained how he went around with Techno to do some little experiments with what he could pick up. 

You could care less about the spawners but the cake was another story. You made him pick it up about five times, eyes sparkling about unlimited cake. 

Finally, to distract you away from the cake he asked how you were doing living with Tubbo in Snowchester.

“The nukes freak me out a little but other than that it’s peaceful. Tubbo and Jack’s shenanigans are super entertaining, I love living by Charlie! His puns make me laugh and he feels like he’s having a permanent mental breakdown. Which is again, very entertaining.” 

Ranboo gave a soft chuckle, “Yeah I mean understandable whenever I visit there’s certainly never a dull moment.”

The only thing that did worry you was how weird Jack Manifold was being around Tommy. There was just a weird vibe you couldn’t quite put your finger on and Ranboo frowned in distaste. He felt it too.

However, today was a good day. No sad or worrying thoughts and certainly no dwelling on business that wasn’t either of your own. 

Ranboo watched your brow crease in worry and immediately wanted to steer your thoughts away from any negativity. 

RANBOO SAYS THERE’S NO SADNESS ALLOWED IN HIS HOUSE UNLESS IT’S HIS OWN

“You wanna braid my hair?” He ended up blurting and watched you blink in surprise your sadness fading away and it was replaced with a look of confusion.

“Is...Is it long enough?” You tilted your head to the side, now officially eyeing his multicolored hair. 

“I don’t know...You wanna try?” 

“Yeah! Totally!” You chirped as he nodded, you both moved to shift into a more comfortable position. He sat in front of you, you could barely see over his shoulder to even reach his hair you had to sit up on your knees. 

“Hold it!” Ranboo paused turning to look over his shoulder, “put a pillow down.” He mama henned you, “you’re gonna bruise your knees.” 

You grabbed a pillow with an eye roll and put it beneath your knees as he instructed.

You gently put your crown off his head and placed it on your own, you began to run your fingers through his hair.

How was it so soft? It’s way softer than yours! That’s not fair! 

Ranboo felt you huff against him, and he smirked to himself but his face immediately melted into a relaxed expression as you ran your fingers through it. 

You began to softly braid the strands of hair, waiting curiously as the stray stands of white and black got intermixed with one another.

You ended up making two small pigtail braids and tying the ends with rubber bands to make them stay in place. You had placed his crown back on his head and smirked proudly. 

He turned to face you and your smirk turned into a proud grin, 

“How’s it looking?”

“You look amazing. I’m amazing, the talent I have is immense.” 

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He declared moving over to look in the mirror, he had to admit you didn’t do a terrible job at all.

He turned back to face you and declared it was your turn for him to play with your hair.

So the both of you switched positions, you sitting comfortably in between his legs as he brushed his fingers through your hair. 

In the end, Ranboo couldn’t figure out how to do anything other than put it in a small ponytail. 

You snickered at his misfortune but assured you loved the new hairstyle and decided you’d wear it for the remainder of the night. 

“You don’t have to.” Ranboo sighed shoulders slumping forward, “your hair will only get tangled-”

“Too late I’m wearing it all night and you can’t stop me.” 

“(Y/n) please.” 

“Never. It’s my new style now, permanent hair doo.” 

“Please no.”

An idea struck you suddenly declaring the both of you make the night a self-care experience

Ranboo had no idea what that meant but decided he’d follow your lead. 

You snickered, he had no idea what he was in for, you told him to give you five minutes and everything would make sense.

Unfortunately due to his Enderman traits, Ranboo would experience the warm water of a pedicure so you’d make due.

You came back arms full of the so-called self-care supplies you’d mentioned earlier.

The first thing you declared that you were going to paint his nails, you demanded he picks the colors he wanted and he hesitantly picked out a soft red color.

You painted his claws swiftly, he adored it immediately seeing the first nail completed. 

Once all of his nails were finished he held his hands out and wiggled his fingers, his eyes lighting up in childlike wonder.

“Let’s do more self-care. Right now!” 

You laughed happily and promised him there was more to come, and not to worry.

Eventually, the sun began to set over the hills and both of you were clad in a face mask, cucumbers sitting atop both your eyes.

You were sipping a strawberry smoothie, and Ranboo was sipping on peanut butter and banana. 

“Can we get Tubbo in on this next time? He seems like he needs it.” Ranboo asked suddenly a cucumber sliding off his eye to stare at you. You looked back at him with a hum,

“Absolutely. Maybe Tommy can come too.” 

“This is why you’re the smart friend.” He complimented, “Although we couldn’t have it here for reasons that look like a half pigman.” 

“That’s alright my house is big enough to fit everyone. Plus I have more self-care stuff there anyway.” You turned to face him this time popping off the cucumbers on your own eyes yourself, 

“I’ll tell Tubbo and you find Tommy?” Ranboo hummed, “Does next weekend work for you?”

“I do nothing like all the time so yes. It works.” 

“How do you stay away from everything, all the drama, and the fighting?”

“I only talk to like three people,” You let out a small laugh rubbing the back of your neck, “Can’t get into drama and wars when you’re barely noticed.” Ranboo frowned a little nudging you with his arm, 

“First of all, you are noticed. Whenever I gush about you everyone knows who I’m talking about,” He watched you flush a little at the inclination that he talks about you, “Second I will not have my friends talking bad about themselves or they’ll have to fight me.” You gave a little laugh and Ranboo held up his fists, “I’m gonna fight those negative thoughts.”

“My hero,” You cooed holding your hands to your chest and he smiled fondly at you. 

“Plus staying drama and war-free means you’re safe and that’s what’s important.”

“But I want you safe too.” 

“I… trust me.” He lied and you could tell there was something he wasn’t telling you but you knew Ranboo and it wasn’t good to press the boy, so for now...you let it go.

“You know I do, always will Boo.” You rest your head on his shoulder and he let you snuggle up close to him, he rested his chin on top of your hair. “Just don’t get hurt okay, I need you in my life.”

“I don’t plan on leaving you behind. Don’t worry.” Ranboo promised and watched as you held out your pinky towards him. 

“Pinky promise,” you whispered and he melted, 

“Promise.” He interlocked his long pinky finger with your own, from that moment on he knew he had made the right choice to join the Syndicate. He wanted to protect you, and being apart of the Syndicate would certainly allow him to do so, he had to fight to protect the ones he loved. Tubbo, Micheal, and you...he’d go against the world for them, even with his memory problems and his Enderwalking his only goal was to protect his friends, and that’s what he was going to do even if it killed him.

[5ammi90]

Starting with English right out the gate.

Emotional damage already this is gonna be interesting.

I don’t trust this. Kinn you absolute sap.

Lunch with dad, this is the most awkward thing I’ve ever seen. Kinn looks so happy but the only reason they are back in the house is so Porsche can get his sneak on.

He’s so happy. I feel so bad for him. Porsche please tell Kinn about the photo, I know you won’t but please lie to me.

Porsche thinks Korn is connected to him through his dad. For some reason I don’t agree with that.

Vegas….what are you doing??? Are you being domestic?!?! Oh fuck Kan. You dick, he made that, how dare you. Someone fuck him up. Someone hug Vegas please, he might be messed up but he doesn’t deserve to be treated like that. Fuck you Kan.

Back to Porsche yay. Kinn, rude. Waste of coffee. TELL HIM WHAT’S WRONG. Dang Chan. You will definitely not talk later cause you are hopeless. Korn, don’t do this. Korn, I don’t trust you in the slightest. Yeah it’s just lung cancer. Damn it Porsche. Will you two just communicate, please. Please.

Hi Pete. Vegas you good??? Pete the hell, oh this is terrible. Y’all are devolving. Vegas… you made a mess. Don’t hurt Pete please. No no no no no stop. Please stop, now. Stop. Right now. Stop this.

No offence T I don’t care that you had a bad dream, my boy Pete is in trouble. I now care about your dream. Thank you T. Yes T lay it all out. Tell Porsche everything. T is the best character in this show and you can’t tell me differently.

Anyway. Vegas put down the knife. Pete….I wanna hug him. Vegas apologise, thank you. Pete, your hand my dude. Man you two are messed up. Therapy ok, lots of it. Let’s all calm down for a second. I genuinely think Vegas was scared for a hot minute. He’s definitely gonna leave but maybe not right away?? Never mind. Right away, damn. Bye Vegas.

T. He isn’t dead, chill. Kinn, you are not helping. T, are you burning money???? Seriously. T, babes you are insane and I love you. T no, baby don’t sing. Pete shows up like a ghost and Pol and Arm two bodyguards are gone and Porsche turned into scooby doo the way he jumped on Kinn. 🤣🤣🤣 I love that T hugged him even though he thought Pete was a zombie. Now that’s true friendship. Watch out Pete has some wounds. Guys he is injured, stop it. Pete, Porsche can see right through that smile. He’s not gonna tell you. Porsche please just hug him, gently though.

Oh my god Kim. You’re here, hi. Porchay, oh shit he blocked him. I’m now very sad. The song, oh my god. He has a collection of pictures, my heart. I’m broken. Kim, don’t cry you really will break me. I can’t handle this.

Oh great show us poor Vegas. Now he’s crying. Stop it. Pete if you start crying I quit. I quit. I can’t do this. I want my happy place.

Yay Porsche, make it better. Damn it Porsche. Yeah take Pete clubbing that will fix him. Porsche please please talk to Kinn.

T what you doing. Pete that is a Vegas shirt. T is singing again. Stop that. Wrong song for this moment. Read the vibe my dude.

Porsche where you going?? Oh shit Vegas. Don’t beat up Vegas, no yeah he deserved that first hit. Wait Porsche did you call Vegas. No one tell Pete how close he was to Vegas. Porsche this is not a good idea. Porsche you used Pete. Porsche how could you??

I’m worried. I don’t like this. I think he wishes he could shot you. Great now they’re crying together. That isn’t helping. Stop with the English, I can’t handle it. Dang it Pol, you have shit timing. We were making some kind of progress.

Kinn. Kinn sweetheart, you are in a bubble and it’s gonna burst in your face. He legit asked Porchay so he could meet Porsche’s parents. That’s kinda sweet. Awwww Porsche looks happy. Don’t take this from me. He is raking Porsche over the coals. Please Porsche please, you won’t have a better moment than how. Damn it. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🚨🚨🚨

Wait a minute. Is that what I think it is. It that a pool!!!!!! Someone called this and now I’m terrified what they said is gonna come true. Camera man has been to put work with this scene. Oh my god they said it. They actually said it. Also that far away shoot said everything. Okay I know he’s flexible but you’re gonna break him. Shit, no. Kinn wake up. Uncle??? Is he dead. Kinn wake up, dang it Kinn.

The smiley face on the note, so cute. Oh shit he grabbed Porchay. T they are okay, don’t worry. Oh shit Kim was gonna cut a bitch.

Vegas and Porsche, this is gonna be a weird team up. Uncle isn’t dead, fuck. Seriously, uncle is useless. Vegas can and will kill you. Actually please Vegas kill him. 😱😱😱 Korn actually set Porsche up to kill an “innocent” man. What is happening?!?!?!? Uncle is dead. Right before he could tell Porsche, thankfully a memory has been unlocked. Kinn and Pete team up to get their dumbass boyfriends. Who shot uncle. Dang it Korn. Found Porsche. Korn he has a gun to your head now isn’t the time.

Are you kidding me!!!!!!! I can’t wait a whole week!!!!!!! I was not ready or prepared.

“The longest episode” man they know how to pull us. That teaser was not enough. I can’t. Someone help me steal a tardis.

[winterwolf0916]

Batboys with a Medium! S/O

Request: If you're still accepting Batfam requests; may I request Batboys having a medium S/O? It takes a toll on them if they witness things from horror movies A/N: Happy late spooky day. Also I apologize this is short. I felt really down today and I just felt so...sad for so many reasons. Anywho who cares... At the end of the day, there's a light at the end of the tunnel, right? Word Count: 1K

Dick

This man thought you were joking

A medium?

Fr?

Yeah he fought aliens, atlanteans-

He was raised well enough to know to never fuck with Amazons. He knows they’ll kick his ass but they adore him like a little baby

-people, crooks, animal like people, and a couple of other beings that are just questionable.

Yeah he remembers a lot of horror movies with those sorts 

Yeah he went against some “monsters” who actually turned out to be people like an episode of Scooby Doo.

But come on, ghosts?

Oh how he ate those words

He was only brushing his teeth in his apartment until he felt the room go cold and saw a woman with a half ripped face appearing in the mirror.

-Was that Dick screaming?-

You sighed and grabbed your items for communication since you’ve figured the apartment was haunted for like a good 2 weeks

Dick tried to stop you from ever entering the room

He should’ve listened to you but nooooo

His jaw dropped when he barged in the bathroom to find you and the lady giggling.

Turns out she thought her relatives still lived here and she wanted to give them a scare

Woops

After that night he believed you and promised to never make fun of the paranormal ever again

You help him so much on patrols

You get visions of the future and warn him about secret plans from every single villain

“Aha! It seems like you have fallen for-why is my henchman in my trap?” 

-Cue Penguin hanging off of a building and police cars surrounding him-

On a special day, it was Dick’s birthday

You woke him up before the sun was out and pulled him to the couch

He was confused before you held his hands and told him to close his eyes before-

Oh…

He sees his parents

He also communicated with them by your help

After a few hours, he was awakened from the couch and you gave a sheepish smile.

“Happy birthday.” 

Jason

“Am...Am I a ghost or a zombie to you?”

He was teasing of course. 

He died ok?

So of course he believes in the paranormal but he wouldn’t think they would do so much harm.

Until one night...

You pleaded him not to go out for patrol

Since earlier in the day you got a vision predicting how the night will go for Jason

He’s can’t miss patrol for the night he said

No reason to be scared of that warehouse he said

He’ll be alright, he said…

Please say sike right now 

As soon as he returned home, he was so shaken up.

Jason has always been so tough on the outside but this…

His walls were cracked open to the point where you could sense his dangerous aurora broken apart.

You were pretty angry at the spirits of what they did to your boyfriend 

He was trying his best not to act afraid in front of you and flinch by your touch

As he was fast asleep and you cleared away the bad dreams, you left to the warehouse and spoke with the spirits

Turns out those bastards were having a blast reminding him of the terrible trauma.

Oh was that how they felt?

You cracked your knuckles and gave those suckers a hell of vanishing.

How bad?

You caused a slight earthquake at Gotham Harbor giving those assholes thousands of punishments in various painful ways

Not a single soul decides to mess with Jason because of what happened that night

Like Dick, you and Jason would meditate so he could talk to his parents or his old friends.

He now believes you.

Tim

Ghosts?

Spirits???

Supernatural??????

This man sometimes uses tactics to keep himself awake at night

Watching horror movies was one of them

It was a semi for believing

He would sometimes be paranoid for certain things

Like someone watching him

Then after he confessed of his paranoia, it was strange that he never encountered that feeling again.

-You scared off a spirit that has been haunting him for the past month-

You would remind him where his items are before he could even ask or notice they were missing

“You left your jacket at the library.” “Your keys are on the counter hon.” 

Or “Babe have you seen my-” You pointed at the closet while going on your phone.

There are times when Tim have to leave for patrol after countless of all nighters

Which is something ludicrous and dangerous because one slip up could cost his life.

And you being you, would sometimes expose who was the one holding masacres or the location of the criminal to Bruce.

Or ask a friendly spirit of yours to haunt a crook for a short while so Tim would get some sleep instead of leaving for the night and haven't slept for a solid five days

Making sure he doesn’t get nightmares

You would give him calming dreams and making sure he has enough energy when he wakes up.

-You debating with Tim that tea was better than coffee-

Him asking odd questions.

“Is mothman real?” “Huh?” “Yeah, you’re right that’s too extreme… How about werewolves?”

He’s too cute

Damian

PFFT

In the beginning he thought you were pranking him but he slowly starts to believe you

Like-

“Beloved I told you I can’t-”

“Careful, you’re going to hit your face.”

“Wha-” the door slammed right on his face with full speed.

-Jason died that day-

Another time was when you were meditating while he was having trouble training

You helped him by asking a few favors from the spirits and the next day, his arm was better.

You were like Oracle to Damian during his missions. 

And his missions were pretty fast because of your visions

When one of his pets died, he felt so down for months.

So you did everything in your power to help him communicate with this deceased pet.

He felt better

Whenever your visions get intense and you start to get dizzy, he’ll always catch you when you go unconscious or fall back

You and Damian meditating together

Comforting him when he has nightmares and clearing them away

Damian pranking on Jon by using your tools for communication

When the Superson entered his room, there was a faint scream and sounds of furniture crashing. 

Damian was cackling as Jon came back to the living room and his face was pale

Boy, you were angry

You gave Damian a taste of his own medicine for a good 2 days before he asked -begged- for you to stop.

“Now you see how Jon feels.” “There’s a difference. I remained strong for 2 days while he couldn’t last five minutes.” “Ok then, I guess I could ask Benny to for a visit-” “L/n, put the Ouija Board down.”

[killianmesmalls]

On your comments about Jack: ye-es, in the sense that Jack is a character who definitely deserved better than he was treated by the characters. The way Dean especially treats him reflects very badly on Dean, no question. But, speaking as a viewer, I think the perspective needs to shift a little bit.

To me, Jack is Dawn from Buffy, or Scrappy Doo. He’s an (in my opinion) irritating kid who is introduced out of nowhere to be both super vulnerable and super OP, and the jeopardy is centered around him in a way that has nothing to do with his actual character or relationships. He’s mostly around to be cute and to solve or create problems — he never has any firm character arcs or goals of his own, nor any deeper purpose in the meta narrative. In this way, he’s a miss for SPN, which focuses heavily on conflicts as metaphors for real life.

Mary fits so much better in that framework, and introducing her as a developed, flawed person works really well with the narrative. It is easy for us to care about Mary, both as the dead perfect mother on the pedestal and as the flawed, human woman who could not live up to her sons’ expectations. That connection is built into the core of SPN, and was developed over years, even before she was a character. When she was added, she was given depth and nuance organically, and treated as a flawed, complex character rather than as a plot device or a contrivance. She was given a voice and independence, and became a powerful metaphor for developing new understandings of our parents in adulthood, as well as an interesting and well-rounded character. You care that she’s dead, not just because Sam and Dean are sad, but for the loss of her development and the potential she offered. So, in that sense, I think a lot of people were frustrated that she died essentially fridged for a second time, and especially in service of the arc of a weaker character.

And like, you’re right, no one can figure out if Jack is a toddler or a teenager. He’s both and he’s neither, because he’s never anything consistently and his character arc is always “whatever the plot needs it to be.” Every episode is different. Is he Dean’s sunny opportunity to be a parent and make up for his dad’s shitty parenting? Yes! Is he also Dean’s worst failure and a reminder that he has done many horrible things, including to “innocent” children? Yes! Is he Cas’s child? Yes! Is he Dean’s child? Yes! But also, no! Is he Sam’s child? Yes! Is he a lonely teenager who does terrible things? Yes! Is he a totally innocent little lamb who doesn’t get why what he is doing is wrong? Yes! Is he the most powerful being in the universe? Yes! Does he need everyone to take care of him? Yes! Is he just along for the ride? Yes! Is he responsible for his actions? Kinda??? Sometimes??? What is he???

Mary as a character is narratively cohesive and fleshed-out. Jack is a mishmash of confusing whatever’s that all add up to a frustrating plot device with no consistent traits to latch on to. Everything that fans like about him (cute outfits, gender play, well-developed parental bonds with the characters) is fanon. So, yes, the narrative prioritizes Mary. Many fans prioritize Mary, at least enough that Dean’s most heinous acts barely register. To the narrative (not to Cas, which is a totally different situation), Jack is only barely more of a character than Emma Winchester, who Sam killed without uproar seasons earlier. He’s been around longer, but he’s equally not really real.

I debated on responding to this because, to tell the truth, I think we fundamentally disagree on a number of subjects and, as they say, true insanity is arguing with anyone on the internet. However, you spent a lot of time on the above and I feel it's only fair to say my thoughts, even if I don't believe it will sway you any more than what you said changed my opinions.

I'm assuming this was in response to this post regarding how Jack's accidental killing of Mary was treated so severely by the brothers, particularly Dean, because it was Mary and, had it been a random character like the security guard in 13x06, it would have been treated far differently. However, then the argument becomes less about the reaction of the Winchester brothers to this incident and more the value of Jack or Mary to the audience.

I believe we need to first admit that both characters are inherently archetypes—Mary as the Madonna character initially then, later, as a metaphor for how imperfect and truly human our parents are compared to the idol we have as children, and Jack as the overpowered child who is a Jesus allegory by the end. Both have a function within the story to serve the Winchester brothers, through whose lens and with whose biases we are meant to view the show's events. We also need to admit that the writers didn't think more than a season ahead for either character, especially since it wasn't initially supposed to be Mary that came back at the end of season 11 but John, and they only wrote enough for Jack in season 13 to gauge whether or not the audience would want him to continue on or if he needed to be killed off by the end of the season. Now, I know we curate our own experiences online which leads to us being in our own fandom echo chambers, however it is important to note that the character was immediately successful enough with the general audience that, after his first episode or two, he was basically guaranteed a longer future on the show.

I have to admit, I’m not entirely sure why the perspective of how his character is processed by some audience members versus others has any bearing on the argument that he deserved to be treated better overall by the other characters especially when taking their own previous actions in mind. I’m not going to tell you that your opinion is wrong regarding your feelings for Jack. It’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it, it harms no one to have it and express it. My feelings on Jack are clearly very different from your own, but this is really just two different people who processed a fictional person in different ways. I personally believe he has a purpose in the Winchesters’ story, including Castiel’s, as he reflects certain aspects of all of them, gives them a way to explore their own histories through a different perspective, and changes the overall dynamic of Team Free Will from “soldiers in arms” to a family (Misha’s words). In the beginning he allows Sam to work through his past as the “freak” and powerful, dangerous boy wonder destined to bring hell on earth. With Dean, his presence lets Dean work through his issues with John and asks whether he will let history repeat itself or if he’ll work to break the cycle. Regarding Cas, in my opinion he helps the angel reach his “final form” of a father, member of a family, lover and protector of humanity, rebellious son, and the true show of free will. 

From strictly the story, he has several arcs that work within themes explored in Supernatural, such as the argument of nature versus nurture, the question of what we’re willing to give up in order to protect something or someone else and how ends justify the means, and the struggle between feeling helpless and powerless versus the corruptive nature of having too much power and the dangerous lack of a moral compass. His goals are mentioned and on display throughout his stint on the show, ones that are truly relatable to some viewers: the strong desire to belong—the need for family and what you’ll do to find and keep it. 

With Mary, we first need to establish whether the two versions of her were a writing flaw due to the constant change in who was dictating her story and her relationship to the boys, which goes against the idea that her characterization was cohesive and fleshed-out but, rather, put together when needed for convenience, or if they both exist because, as stated above, we are seeing the show primarily through the biased lens of the Winchester brothers and come to face facts about the true Mary as they do. Like I said in my previous post, I don’t dislike Mary and I don’t blame her for her death (either one). However, I do have a hard time seeing her as a more nuanced, fleshed-out character than Jack. True, a lot of her problems are more adult in nature considering she has to struggle with losing her sons’ formative years and meeting them as whole adults she knows almost nothing about, all because of a choice she made before they were born. 

However, her personal struggles being more “mature” in nature (as they center primarily on parental battles) doesn’t necessarily mean her story has layers and Jack’s does not. They are entirely different but sometimes interconnected in a way that adds to both of their arcs, like Mary taking Jack on as an adoptive son which gives her the moments of parenting she lost with Sam and Dean, and Jack having Mary as a parental figure who understands and supports him gives him that sense of belonging he had just been struggling with to the point of running away while he is also given the chance to show “even monsters can do good”. 

I’d also argue that Jack being many ages at once isn’t poor writing so much as a metaphor for how, even if you’re forced to grow up fast, that doesn’t mean you’re a fully equipped adult. I don’t want to speak for anyone else, but I believe Jack simultaneously taking a lot of responsibility and constantly trying to prove to others he’s useful while having childish moments is relatable to some who were forced to play an adult role at a young age. He proves a number of times that he doesn’t need everyone to take care of him, but he also has limited life experience and, as such, will make some mistakes while he’s also being a valuable member of the group. Jack constantly exists on a fine line in multiple respects. Some may see that as a writing flaw but it is who the character was conceived to be: the balance between nature or nurture, between good and evil, between savior and devil. 

Now, I was also frustrated Mary was “fridged” for a second time. It really provided no other purpose than to give the brothers more man pain to further the plot along. However, this can exist while also acknowledging that the way it happened and the subsequent fallout for Jack was also unnecessary and a sign of blatant hypocrisy from Dean, primarily, and Sam. 

And, yes, Jack can be different things at once because, I mean, can’t we all? If Mary can be both the perfect mother and the flawed, independent, distant parent, can’t Jack be the sweet kid who helps his father-figures process their own feelings on fatherhood while also being a lost young-adult forcing them to face their failures? Both characters contain multitudes because, I mean, we all do. 

I can provide articles or posts on Jack’s characterization and popularity along with Mary’s if needed, but for now I think this is a long enough ramble on my thoughts and feelings. I’m happy to discuss more, my messenger is always open for (polite) discussion. Until then, I’m going to leave it at we maybe agree to disagree. 

[ah-yes-paris]

beatles harmonies that cured my depression.

It is important that i discuss this. Well, not really important I just really wanted to share. This is in no particular order either it's just the ones that come to the top of my head lol. Feel free to reblog and share your own 😎

1. The "Woahoooah AHHHHH" from When I Get Home.

Not even words can describe the battery power that starts coursing through my veins when I hear this harmony. I cant even,....LIKE HELLO??? i have never heard such a blessing... Such a well-fitting triplet of voices singing a vowel thats made me feel like i can run 10 miles straight. They aren't real. The Beatles, of course. To this day I don't understand how this harmony exists in this universe. My ears melt everytime. One of my favorites, in case you couldn't tell.

2. The obvious.. "yeah yeah yeah YEAHH" from She Loves You :)

LET ME TELL YOU. oh my god let me tell yo u .. Way back when, when I was a new fan... Good lord. I was literally ascending. ASCENDING. i felt every inch of my body start to lift off the ground. Im sure im not the only one who's experienced this. I remember thinking 'how the wiggle wubble do 3 men sound so GOOD TOGETHER' IT DOES NOT ADD UP PEOPLE THE BEATLES HAVE TO BE SOME SORT OF ROBOTIC BOY BAND GROWN IN A LAB THIS ISNT POSSIBLE how do we live on the same dimensional plane that this harmony lives on..

3. "The magical mystery tour, is coming to take you away, Coming to take you away!" from Magical Mystery Tour.

...

guys. Guys you dont understand. This one line, adds, YEARS. LITERAL YEARS TO MY LIFE SPAN. At this point I am fully immortal. The "coming to take you awayyy" makes my heart POUND. i love this song so much... And this line especially... It makes me go insane. Basically the beatles are manic melody genuises that have successfully spread one of the biggest diseases in musical history. Personally, I think this line was a clear example of why.

4. "Last night I said these words to my girl", "Please pleaase me, oh yeah, like i please you...", "...With you! Oh yeah, why do you make me blue" from Please Please Me.

do i even have to say anything. Well, i dont but i will for the sake of the post. There is so much. So much. About this song that I. I cant even,,. I would choose this song over SO MANY BEATLES SONGS DUDE. not that its cause i think its better than all the others but it just holds such a special place in my heart. Its the only song thats Ever made me feel some intense wave of nostalgia for a decade i wasnt even born in. Its one of the songs that continue to make me question the beatles existance. How could something like this ever come to reality. My brain has never been so pleased in its life.

5. "Carve your number on my wall and maybe you will get a call from me" from If I Needed Someone.

The way that this song was added into my Liked playlist SO QUICKLY...... God. I love george. Hes my favorite after all. Rubber Soul as a whole makes me feel warm inside but this song and this one line just hits so much more intensely for some reason... Their voices just flow insanely well and I just DONT UNDERSTAND HOW. its like an angel choir making its way through the clouds as you see the gate to heaven start to appear. Wonderful song and mind-blowing harmony... The beat is so good too and i just explode.

6. The "ahhhhh Ahhhhh AHhhhh *inhale* AHHHhhhh AHHHHH *inhale* AHHHHHH" from Day Tripper.

HOLY JESUS CHIRST THIS SONG HAS SO MUCH TO UNPACK... There are undeniably A BUNCH of other flawless harmonies in this song but my god the beatles knew what they were doing. Thats all I'm going to say really.... But once again. Power. In my veins. A few listens to this song and you'll find yourself having the strength of 1,000 men.

7. "Oh, now", "All I want is you" from Dig a Pony.

FIRST LYRIC... ITS LITERALLY 2 WORDS AND YET IT CONTINUES TO BLOW MY MIND. Something about the "Oh" ...... Its like an arrow passing through my heart I dont even know guys. Im not lying when I say it makes me feel like im floating. It makes me feel like i can quite literally grow wings and fling myself towards the sun. Dont even get me started on "All I want is you".......it literally triples the effect. It makes me go ballistic. The song is just mindless lyrics but the harmonieeesss.....

8. "Ah girlll.... *inhaeahelrlsseeesh* Girrll...." from Girl.

no words. Like. No words. I cant even. I seriously dont need to explain this one. Im just going to drop the isolated vocals version because if you havent listened to it you are MISSING OUT... you thought the originally recorded song was the greatest cause of your heart palpitations? Well you thought WRONG.

THIS IS.

9. "I love youwoowooowoowoooo...", "ask me WHYY..", "I can't believe.. Its happened to MEeee", "i cant concieve *doo doo doo do doo* of anymore *dun dun dun* MISERY" from Ask Me Why.

GOD OK LISTEN im just gonna say this now i absolutely adore and favor the please please me album so much i dont care what anyone says ok im such a sucker for their early sappy love songs ITS SO MANY GOOD HARMONIES ESPECIALLY FROM THIS ONE. MY GOD i listen to this and i feel like im with a lover late at night and we're like at one or the others house keeping each other warm and being all romantic and happy. Specifically the part that goes "ask me whyy I say i love you.. (OOOOHHHOOOO) and im always thinking of youuhoohohoo..." LIKE COME ON PLEAEE IT MAKES ME FEEL SO WARM INSIDE AND I SMILE IN AN INSTANT GOD I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. Whenever i think im sad i go "no im not because Please Please Me." And its like all the sudden everything im sad about just poof disappears!

10. "If theres anything that you want.. IF THERES ANYTHING I CAN DOOOO" from From Me To You.

I am so in love with this song you guys i have no idea I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IT HAS THIS LITTLE SWING TO IT SPECIFICALLY BETWEEN THESE 2 LINES THAT MY BRAIN SEEKS FOR NEARLY EVERY DAY. the amount of blessing i get from this song is more than i can comprehend its literally insane i cant even. How does someone do this how did the beatles make music guys I am seriously so dumbfounded like they just sat there and wrote banger after banger like WHAT. this song makes me believe that life isnt as horrible as it seems and if im lucky enough i can just sing and dance to this song for all of eternity. There are also so many other good harmonies in this one as well...

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In conclusion the beatles have had a chokehold on me for 3 years but I mean their stupid groundbreaking songs keep drawing me back in so.... This has also made me come to the conclusion that the Beatles simply arent real because I still dont believe a band can not only write consistent hits, but also harmonize in a way that causes me to spin around while doing backflips.

Thank you for your time.

[dearmantis]

Blood on your hands

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Summary: Westview was your home, but the nightmares you have every night tell a different story. When hallucinations start to take over your day to day life a around the same time Wanda introduced you to her brother Pietro, one of your best friends tries to help. 

Help herself, not you. 

! Part two of Old wounds ripped open, can be read on it’s own though ! 

Warnings: spoilers for episode 7 of WandaVision(?), mentions of death and blood, angst, nightmares, a bit of survivors guilt, horror (if you squint a bit), hallucinations, some weird/ creepy stuff involving a corpse (not Vision and not sexual, it’s just weird and a bit sad)

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: Blood on your hands is less focused on Pietro and instead centered more around the Reader and their experiences after the events of Old wounds ripped open. It does involve Pietro again though, don't worry.

Also, some parts of this seemingly got mixed up for some reason so if some passages make no sense and feel out of place that's why. I've been trying to fit it but I mightve overlooked some parts so please tell me!

You had weird dreams since your first day in Westview, your head filled with blurry scenes, blues and whites bleeding into each other as calm voices spoke to you, warm hands caressing your skin, creating scenarios that made no sense but felt familiar enough, like they had had happened once, in a world, a life, vastly different from the one you lived in now.

It would’ve been quite beautiful if they weren’t accompanied by a deep feeling of melancholy, sadness seeping into your body and clinging onto your bones every night, the pictures becoming clearer and the feelings stronger with every passing day. 

The night a day before you met Pietro, Wanda's twin brother you don’t remember ever hearing about even though you had been best friends with Wanda since you were 4, the dreams changed.

Suddenly, the sorrow and heartache transformed into fear, cold sweat clinging on your skin every time the panic got strong enough to rip you out of your sleep and you woke up, drenched and shaking.

There was no comfort in the emotions that overtook you during those dreams, no warmth in the sorrow that seemed to fill you up like water, drowning out everything else.

Just this overwhelming sense of terror and grief, slowly choking the air out of your lungs and turning your muscles weak.

You thought about talking with Wanda about what you saw and heard in your dreams, about the gunshots, the screams, the blood, but something held you back. As soon as the idea came up in your mind you knew that this was not an option, no questions, no but’s.

You just knew.

However, as the days went on, the dreams became worse.

People turning to dust, Wanda crying and screaming, a man dying, burns all over his body, a stone being ripped out of the forehead of a strange man, his body falling dead on the ground… and a man with white hair being shot and killed.

All you were able to do was watch, unable to prevent what was happening.

In those dreams you could heal, your hands glowing in a warm golden light, heat burning in your fingertips, but no matter what you did, people continued to turn into dust, the burns stayed, the stone was still gone and you were always too far away to save the man, distancing yourself further every second no matter how hard you fought to get closer to him.

You felt useless, helpless, undeserving. 

The fear of Wanda finding out about your nightmares grew steadily with every dream, the outside signs of your sleepless nights becoming more and more obvious, but no matter what tricks and tips you tried, not a single night was slept through calmly.

It didn’t help that the scenarios all held the same familiar feeling the ones before the meeting with Pietro did. Melancholy and pain now ruling hand in hand over what was once supposed to help you relax and restore your energy for the next day.

You started hallucinating after 2 days. Vision was always gone or with Wanda and something about Pietro's company made you feel uncomfortable, so you started to spend your time more by yourself, now really regretting that you didn’t get a dog when the idea first came up.

It began with randomly seeing people on the street turning to dust.

The first time it happened you felt like you were going to turn to dust as well, your heartbeat loudly hammering in your ears as you ran out of the house screaming, trying to help and save your poor neighbors from certain doom. It happened two more times before you realized that your mind was playing tricks on you,, too exhausted to work like it was supposed to.

Halloween night was the worst.

Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to actually rest, you decided to spend the night on the couch, watching any kids show or movie you could find, until you slipped back into unconsciousness at around 11 pm during a scooby doo marathon.

Wanda had invited you to come along with her, the twins and the boys since both Vision and Agnes would be busy that day but you refused, claiming that you felt sick and wanted to spend the night in your bed sleeping and watching TV. The young mother had looked you up and down, pity in her watchful eyes, before she took your hand, squeezed it, and told you to call in case anything happened and you needed help. You had nodded, thanking Wanda and promising her to come over as soon as you felt better.

The reason why Halloween was the worst was because the dream you had was different once again, this time for seemingly no reason at all.

Wanda was currently being dragged away from a body, the body of the man you had seen before in previous dreams. The one who got shot while you were in the air, unable to get closer to him no matter how hard you tried. Her hysterical screaming was the only thing you could hear, sokovian insults directed towards those dragging her away, someone named Ultron, and you.

You were on what you recognized to be a helicarrier, even though you don’t remember ever having seen one or heard of one, the word unfamiliar and familiar at the same time.

Wanda stared at you as you slowly approached the body, still being held back but now silent like everyone else around you, all of their eyes focused on you and you alone.

An empty feeling had started to fill your mind since the helicopter had landed, not a single emotion or thought racing through your head when you lifted your hands, a warm golden glow engulfing them, and placed them on the man's chest.

The wounds healed, golden threads filling the wounds before turning into normal human tissue, but his heart stayed still, no matter what you did.

“This is your fault too. You promised you would be there! You promised you would keep him safe, you disgusting liar. I tried to defend you so many times but HYDRA and Ultron were right. You’re useless.”, Wanda uttered, her eyes wild and glowing in a deep shade of red, her hands called to fists.

Your powers got stronger and stronger, now able to rebuild entire missing limbs like you had done just a few minutes ago to save an old man instead of only healing small cuts like during your first weeks with HYDRA, but death was still irreversible to you.

A part of you simply accepting what she had said as the truth.

You should’ve been there. You directly disobeyed orders. This is your fault too. There was no denying of these simple facts.

Another part of you however, the part of you that was trained by Hydra and followed Ultron, filled with toxic thoughts and jealousy because Wanda was stronger than you, got more attention than you, was more important than you overall, saw a chance to strike.

“You knew that he was still getting used to his powers, Wanda. And you knew that he was already getting exhausted, making him slower. It was your job to protect him too. After all, you’re the one who can rip through those robots like nothing. I’m just a useless healer.”

Both of you would regret these words years later, Wanda sitting in her room only two months later, hysterically sobbing and shaking like a leaf, none of the other Avengers being able to do anything other than calling you, begging you to take a break from helping with the rebuilding of Sokovia because something was wrong with Wanda and no one knew what to do. When you arrived you laid in each other's arms, trying to calm each other down, talking about how much you missed each other and what happened during and after Pietro's death.

Oh, something was definitely wrong.

A loud knocking on your door was what ripped you out of your sleep, quickly jogging to it, thinking it must be Wanda trying to check on you. Instead, Agnes was standing in front of you, a sweet smile on her lips.

How Wanda saw his dead body everywhere, and how you couldn’t touch wet things anymore or wash your hands with cold water because it kept reminding you of his blood soaked shirt and the way your hands were covered in his cold blood, the red liquid dripping from them until it dried to a dark brown layer.

“Hey Y/N,”, she greeted, moving past you to get into your house. “Wanda told me about you feeling a bit sick so I came over to check on you. You’re my friend too, afterall. I wanna make sure you’re doing alright.”

Slowly your eyes moved down, landing on your hands. 

Agnes was already waiting for you in the kitchen, preparing two cups of tea like this was her house, shooing you back into the living room while loudly talking about how important it was for her to take care of her close friends. You were about to sit back down on the couch when you finally heard it.

Dripping. Something was dripping.

Red.

Turning, your eyes followed the path you had walked as well as you could, moving from the couch, small red drops leading to the door with its now blood covered doorknob, to the kitchen, and then back to the couch.

You silently watched her from the door, your mind still half stuck in the dream you had, trying to understand what was happening when the door slipped out of your grasp, closing on its own. 

“Oh Y/N, I didn’t send you into the living room for you to just stand here and stare into nothingness. Sit down, sweetheart. The tea is nearly done, just give it another minute.”, Agnes suddenly said, setting two cups and a small bowl down on the living room table before pushing you down onto the couch and turning the sound of the TV lower.  She quickly sat down next to you, covering you and herself with the blanket that had fallen to the floor while you had slept. 

“So, darling, tell me about how you’re feeling. Wanda seemed awfully worried about you. She kept babbling about not knowing what was wrong with you, a true sweetheart, isn’t she?”, Agnes laughed, patting your knee before carefully pulling the tea bags out of the cups.

You knew it had to be a hallucination, the man's blood on your hands coming out of the dream you had, just like the people turning to dust, but it looked so real, the feeling eerily familiar to you.

With a big grin on her lips, she gave you one of them, taking a big sip of it while watching you do the same thing from your own cup. 

You were nearly finished with your tea when you noticed that you hadn’t told Agnes or Wanda about what was wrong with you. the cup covered in blood when you sat it down, the liquid on your hands seemingly unending and refusing to dry like it had in your dream.

For a while you sat there, together, watching scoobie doo while drinking tea, talking about the boring ads or about your time in Westview. 

“Agnes, why aren’t you with Wanda and the twins right now?”, you asked, your voice not louder than a whisper, somehow aware that asking about her knowledge about the nightmares wouldn’t end well for you. 

“Like I told you, I wanted to make sure you’re alright and don’t feel too lonely. Now finish your cup of tea so I can leave knowing that you’ll sleep well tonight. I even put out a big bowl of candy on your porch to make sure no one will ring the door to wake you up tonight.”

If that was all it took for her to go, you would obey, you thought to yourself, downing the rest of the bitter tasting tea in one go before standing up.

With every passing second, Agnes company seemed to make you more and more unconfortable, her aura more dominant than usual. You needed her out of your house. Now. 

Agnes smiled at you, took the cups and stood up to go to the kitchen. “Not before I washed these, sweetheart. Then I’ll leave you alone to sleep. Wanda will be fine for another few minutes.”

“Come on, Agnes. I bet Wanda already misses you greatly. You should meet them before the twins go to bed.”, you exclaimed, lifting the blanket from her body and folding it.

A sigh escaped your lips as you walked to the door, suddenly stopping when your eyes jumped to the middle of the hallway.

You were frozen in place, unable to move even when Agnes came out of the kitchen.

She dried her hands with one of your towels before carelessly dropping it on the floor, grinning at you before leaving with the words “Have fun tonight, Y/N. I know you missed him so much.”

When the door fell into its lock, you dropped to your knees, hands shaking and legs weak like pudding.

Pietro.

Pietro, Pietro, Pietro, Pietro, Pietro Pietro.

Here.

On your floor.

You didn’t know how long you sat on the floor, staring at that body, just that you still hadn’t moved when the sun started to rise again, your eyes glued to the corpse while you tried to sort through your newly gained memories.

Dead.

Of course your immediate thought had been to blame Wanda. She was the only person you knew who had the power to take away memories and manipulate your thoughts and feelings and she had a motive.

She was your best friend. Your best friend since kindergarten and the only one who knew about your crush on her twin. Memories from inside Westview also came to mind, from when you woke up in Wanda's kitchen after she introduced you to Pietro for the first time, a day before the introduction you actually remember, your memory coming back after “Pietro” had introduced himself to you.

Wanda had tried to explain her decision to bring you to Westview. Reasoned that you were still so depressed and she just wanted you to feel happy, to get the fairy tale ending she thought you deserved, even if it had to be without Pietro.

Wanda, who probably controlled everyone in Westview, including Agnes who had just talked about missing a man while you stared at the hallucination of his corpse in your hallway. 

And she would never be cruel enough to you to give you the nightmares and hallucinations you had now. 

There was no way Wanda had possessed Agnes to do this to you. 

But she had also claimed not to know where the other “Pietro” came from.

As soon as the realization hit, you stumbled to your feet, the world turning as you ran out of your house, pushing past people as you tried to get to Wanda’s house as quickly as possible. She, Vision, the twins… everyone could be in danger.

This wasn’t Wanda. 

If a dead robot and two probably imagined or possessed kids can even be in danger...

You didn’t bother to knock, simply storming into the house, screaming for your best friend.

She immediately reached out to touch you, giving you another once over with her eyes.

“What is going on?”, she responded, a confused look on her face as she came out of the kitchen, panic visible in her eyes as soon as she saw you. “Why are you covered in blood? What happened last night?”

“It’s Pietro’s blood, not mine.”, you said quickly, like that explained anything.

“What blood? Hell, Y/N, you look like you died twice. And what’s this about Pietro’s blood? Do you mean that impos-”

Her eyes began to glow red and you knew she was searching through your mind, trying to make sense of your words.

“You knew it wouldn’t hold for long. Me and Pietro were never as affected by your powers as others were.”, you whispered, trying to answer the unasked question that was hovering in the room.

“Not that Pietro. I mean our Pietro. The one who died in Sokovia in 2015. The one I loved… love. The one I love. It’s his blood.”

“I didn’t give you the nightmares or the hallucinations. I didn’t do that. That wasn’t me. I made sure to keep them as far away from you as I could.”, Wanda insisted, probably more to calm herself down than to prove something to you since you also didn’t think of her as capable of that cruelty.

Her eyes lost their glow but she continued to watch you before quietly saying “Go upstairs. Vision is away and the Twins are with Agnes today. Sleep, I’ll make sure you won’t have nightmares. The hallucinations wont stop if you don’t sleep. You’ll keep seeing the blood on your hands and the corpse on the floor.”

You nodded, walking up the stairs like she had told you before entering the bedroom, only pausing for a second when you saw Pietro’s corpse laying on the right side of the bed before laying down next to it.

“I know Wanda, I know. But someone else did, and I want to find out who without being under the control of someone else. I can’t help when you do that. I can’t use my powers if I don’t remember that I have them.”

Slowly, you reached out to lay your hand on his chest, the glow of your powers only slightly dimmed by the blood. If you closed the wounds maybe you would be able to pretend this was simply a happy dream. A happy dream of a life you could’ve had if you had listened to Steve's orders to stay on the ground with Hawkeye to heal civilians, or if you had simply been less of a coward and told Pietro about your feelings before that last fatal battle.

Like seeing his dead body in your hallway and being covered in his blood wasn’t already traumatizing enough, your mind had to one-up itself once again.

If, if, if.

Always those stupid useless if’s.

You carefully covered the body of the now healed hallucinated corpse with the blanket before getting more comfortable yourself and closing your eyes.

You had completely forgotten to tell Wanda about your suspicions concerning Agnes.

[titansandothers]

Mission and Memories (2/?)

(Beast Boy is on a personal mission to help a young girl as buried memories push him forward. Possible trigger warning for this story: child abuse.) The changeling may have been green, but that didn’t mean he was incapable of sneaking. Not only were some animals naturally green, but he could still benefit from the forms of those who weren’t by blending into the grass and assorted foliage of the picturesque neighborhood. What’s more, color hardly mattered when you were the size of a fly. After several minutes of careful slinking, he’d found what he was looking for. The curtains obscured things a bit, but there was a sliver of visibility that allowed him to see the crying girl through her window. Now to get her attention without scaring her or alerting her father...

Taking the form of a small parakeet, Beast Boy lightly tapped on the window with his beak in a steady rhythm. The strange pattern caught the girl’s attention and she approached the window, lightly nudging the curtains to the side to see him. Her heart sped up, a glimmer of hope shining through. If this was who she thought he was… The blonde looked over her shoulder, then back to the green bird. She had to be sure. Shaky hands reaching behind her ears, she pointed her fingertips together and outward, mimicking the teen’s large pointed ears, then looked to him with an inquisitive expression. The bird nodded his head. With a nervous smile, the girl cracked open the window just long enough for the green parakeet to sneak in. “You came for me,” the girl whispered, her eyes welling with tears once more. “Please please please tell me you can help us!” she begged, falling to her knees and holding her clasped hands up to the bird. Beast Boy returned to human form with a soft frown. This poor girl… He could see it in her eyes; fear, sadness, pain… and now, a tiny glimmer of hope. He had to help her. “Hey, hey, hey,” he whispered, gently taking her hands in his in an attempt to calm her down. “I can help you, but I need to stay hidden, okay? I don’t want your dad getting angry.” The blonde stood and nodded, trembling all the while. Beast Boy could feel the rage gripping his heart, but did his best to swallow it down to bubble in the pit of his stomach. Anger would not help her here. “Melissa,” he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes, “you’ve been very smart and very brave,” he assured. “I’m gonna need you to keep that train a-rollin’ for me, alright?” he added with a small smile, one finger making a circular motion. Melissa nodded, calming just a tad. “Good. Now,” he frowned once more, “I’m sure you know we can’t just take you away right off the bat. That would be kidnapping and we’d be in legal dog doo… But, we can still protect you until we can legally get you away from him. We’ll have eyes all over the place. No one will hurt you with us on guard.” “And Mom?” the blonde asked. “No one will hurt her either...” There was a pause before the changeling’s ears drooped. “She… isn’t hurting you too, right?” Melissa shook her head. “No. He hurts her too. She sometimes takes my place. Dad can hurt her more than me because she wears makeup to cover it up. She protects me the best she can... She’s a good mom!” the girl exclaimed, wanting to make her point clear. “She just can’t get us away from him.” The child slumped, feeling more depressed than frantic now. “Dad says he’ll ruin our lives if we try to get away. He won’t let Mom work, so we don’t have any money without him. We’d be homeless if we left. And he’s a high ranking police officer. We can’t file a lawsuit or something against him because he knows how to make it fail. He might even make us look like criminals.” Beast Boy could almost feel Melissa’s spirit fade in that moment. She’d been through so much, had so much taken from her, had it ingrained in her mind that there was no changing things… But she still fought against it. Her call for help was proof of that. He wouldn’t let her lose that spirit.