#I am a motherfucking Ghost || Church

[fireteam-silent]

New Tags!

(( To make things easier to track I’m changing up my tags!

Characters:

Khalom posts: What does the Fox say?

Artemis: Let my hands do the talking

Forget-Me-Not: There are branches in my bones

Nylkras: You turn on any of my crew you turn on me!

Lucid: Through Light or Dark... we’re partners. Always.

Church: I am a motherfucking Ghost

Apollo: You are my sunshine

Misc:

Out of Character: Behind the Curtain

Ask memes and prompts: Send it via carrier pigeon

Ask Answered: We just got a letter

Crack RPs: Kicks and Giggles

I’ll change my blog to reflect this soon c: ))

[church-gets-pegged]

⚠️🚧 UNDER CONSTRUCTION 🚧⚠️

this will be my proper pinned intro post eventually but right now I'm organizing my tags. lol

[notmorbid]

demon copperhead, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from demon copperhead by barbara kingsolver.

i was born to wish for more than i can have.

there's a shoe out there for every foot.

it's important to leave home and take a look around.

i could be very rich if i decide to extort.

i wonder how it would feel to like who you are.

old homecoming queens never die.

who died and left you boss?

sorry to say your secret is out.

i'm gonna see bad spray tans in my nightmares.

nobody rides you like you ride yourself.

i used to think i knew what hurt was.

i don't like owing anybody.

i didn't fully believe you'd come.

i've got a surprise for you later.

does some law say we all turn into our parents?

half of me is sorry. the other half isn't.

don't look for money to buy your life back.

before we were us, we weren't anything.

you look like a plaid pillow.

i thought i knew it all, in those days.

people find more ways to shut up their monsters than a bible has verses.

let's go steal a tree.

the tall weed gets cut.

a kid in my shoes takes what power they can find.

the moon went to bed already, so what's wrong with us?

i'm a horrible person. the sooner you realize that, the better off you'll be.

you're too good for me. i don't deserve you.

it wasn't a secret, i just knew you wouldn't like it.

you use what you've got.

my stomach feels like i've been eating rusty nails.

some good's been known to come out of bad luck, if you face it head on.

where is the motherfucking compassion?

this is still your home, if you want to stay.

the adult in my life is me.

you look like you've seen the dead.

we were kids playing house.

come hang out any time. i could stand the company.

you have to quit being so nice to people.

i'm not one to shut any doors.

i cannot get the hang of living alone.

you should be as mad as i am.

do you want to sleep tonight, or do you want the truth?

they did this to us. you understand that, right?

of all the good people i know, you're probably the best one.

everybody needs to dump on somebody.

i've lived long enough to know that shit doesn't really bounce off.

kids aren't the problem. it's parents.

the only person you need to worry about is yourself.

i have my own honor.

part of being a mature person is knowing your skillset.

another week, another shitshow.

feel free to have a look around.

the support has to run both ways.

good people don't give up on the ones they love.

i've stayed alive so far by staying on my own feet.

i need you to wake up. sit up. we have to talk.

i love you. i would never, ever want to hurt you.

i want to draw your hands.

it's sunday. everyone's either in church or sleeping off their sins.

i want to kill you, but i'm not going to let you die.

are you testing me? or do you really not know?

if wishes were horses, we'd all have different shit to shovel.

a fallen hero shatters into more sharp pieces than you'd believe.

i thought i'd be better off without the fear.

there'll be no getting over this.

a selfish heart will keep you alive, at least.

a snake with venom is gonna bite.

going nowhere fast is a kind of juice.

trust the road, because nobody stays.

in the long run you're on the road with your ghosts. you're the ship, they're the bottle.

rehab is like being married to sickness in a lot of ways, really.

a good story doesn't just copy life, it pushes back on it.

you never were one to fall only halfway down the well, were you?

i let you go. it's what i had to do.

[the-ghost-bracket]

Alpha/Leonard Church propaganda:

"church is kind of a weird case because canon treats him entirely as a ghost and he refers to himself as one multiple times, but he is, functionally, a super advanced AI. that being said one time someone tries to kill him using an EMP because again hes an ai and he responds to it by saying "that can't kill me. because i, am a motherfucking ghost" and then promptly dies"

"ok here me out: is Church *technically* really a ghost? no. but for FIVE and half seasons we thought he was. he convinced himself he was a ghost. even his last words are “I am a motherfucking ghost”. then he ACTUALLY died. anyways you should let him in and also vote for him because his entire thing was Being A Ghost and dying and coming back and dying and coming back. you can also see right through him"

"You said we can submit ""characters that pretend to be ghosts"" so im sharing Church (Alpha) from red vs blue because for like. 6 seasons he thinks he's a ghost. He's actually an Ai but, he firmly believes he's a ghost, straight up denying washington when he says it. He does alot of ghosty stuff like possessing people (Robots, mostly). He even die-dies and comes back as a ghost (ai, again, but more closer to one of the ideas of a ghost? he's basically a memory at that point)"

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

It's time to do something very important that we've been putting of for a while.

We're going to buy the FALN pants from Cuno.

CUNO - "Cuno's like Cuno's dad -- Cuno doesn't give a fuck about anything."

3. "I want to buy the FALN pants."

CUNO - "Here, pig. We FALN now. Performance buddies." Cuno unzips his jacket again and pulls the pants out of the plastic wrapping.

Item gained: FALN "Modular" Track Pants

CUNO - "Cuno can already see you soaring through the air like a fucking eagle." He looks at you with pride. "Pig's in Cuno's debt now. Money-debt."

Task complete: Buy FALN pants from Cuno

+10 XP

FALN "MODULAR" TRACK PANTS

+1 Savoir Faire: Spacious crotch/liquid fit -1 Physical Instrument: Performance-unlimited

Entry level FALN Modular track pants, meant to get the urban athele started down the FALN-path. Labels say Hydrophobic 100%, SymanTec, and FALN Mirova Lab, creating an air of pseudoscientific mystery around these pants. They feel rubbery and futuristic to touch.

🎵 The Field Autopsy

THE HANGED MAN - The man is decomposing visibly now. Every hour he looks less like a creature and more like a pile of intestines...

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant adjusts his glasses and takes a deep breath.

2. "Let's bag him. Take him away." (The lieutenant takes the body away -- you work alone for the rest of the day.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "All right." He takes out a shiny black body bag and starts pulling the plastic over the dead man's face.

Task complete: Send victim's body to processing

+30 XP

Level up!

KIM KITSURAGI - "I will need a little help carrying him -- you take the hands, I'll take the legs."

Bag the corpse and drag it to the motor carriage. [Leave.]

Kim is gone.

We *did* want to talk to Klaasje without Kim here, but she's turned in for the night, so that will have to wait.

🎵 Instrument of Surrender

SHIVERS - All around you, rain falls on the great city of Revachol. Rain drips from the eaves and floods the gutters, washing the filth away.

The spring thaw must be here. The snow is melting...

What am I doing?

SHIVERS - Looking up at the sky, cold water dripping from your hair.

What do I see?

Shake the shivers off. [Discard thought.]

SHIVERS - Grey sky like great battleships, clouds colliding with one another. Rain falls down on the world.

How does it feel?

SHIVERS - Humid. Your coat shields you from the rain while the city shivers around you.

What is in the west?

What's in the east?

What's in the north?

What's in the south?

"Motherfucker." [Finish thought.]

SHIVERS - Sheets of rain over the water. A flight of stairs leading into the ocean. Wave after wave washing the coast of Martinaise, with its motorboats and gently swaying reeds.

The ruins of a half-sunken seafort crumble on an inlet. Beyond the Bay of Revachol, ghosts rise into the sky.

Who are you, ghosts?

What is down the shore?

Run your fingers through your dampened hair.

SHIVERS - The skyscrapers of La Delta, the financial district. Faint golden light seeps from the office windows.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Will you ever go there?

Will I?

Let go of the feeling.

SHIVERS - No. You are just one of the hundreds of thousands who watch them rise across the bay from Martinaise every day.

2. What is down the shore?

SHIVERS - Urban coastline, rain dripping off eternite-covered roofs. Cinder blocks left over from half-finished construction. A defunct research and development building once seized by revolutionaries. An old wooden church stands on stilts above the water.

And beyond that?

SHIVERS - Coal City, end of all lines.

3. Run your fingers through your dampened hair.

SHIVERS - Your hair is an oily mess flecked with ash from neighbouring coal plants. Smoke stacks rise somewhere in the distance.

🎵 Red Rock Riviera

2. What's in the east?

SHIVERS - The great gates of the industrial harbour are locked. A chill runs down your back. You shudder like an animal trying to shake water from its hide.

Clench your teeth to stop shuddering.

Shake your shoulders again.

SHIVERS - Behind the gates -- heaps of supply crates. Red and blue metal shipping containers slick with rain. The Greater Revachol Industrial Harbour is an artificial mountain range. Immense wealth resides within, and immeasurable poverty in its shadow.

And beyond that?

And before that?

SHIVERS - You -- on the Martinaise plaza. A small dot looking up at the sky. Droplets form on your eyelashes.

And beyond that?

SHIVERS - La Drisienne, King Dris's Passenger Harbour. Cruise ships flanked by dock arms. Cranes watching over the mouth of the river distributary.

What is across from the distributary?

SHIVERS - Couron, the lower middle class. Distributary after distributary cuts the city blocks in half. Seven-story buildings trail off into the rain.

What is beyond the Couron?

SHIVERS - A silvery curtain of rain over the houses. The class divide.

2. Shake your shoulders again.

SHIVERS - You shudder, looking down at your feet. Dirty rainwater runs veins into the plaza snow.

You realize you have no shoes on. Your feet are red with cold.

This is incorrect. This dialogue wasn't programmed to account for wearing anything other than the green snakeskin shoes Harry had on him at the start of the game.

3. What's in the north?

SHIVERS - Capeside apartments -- tower blocks crowd one another, 4.46 mm bullets still lodged in their war-torn stone walls.

Hallways collapsed from the mortar hits of a war that was lost long ago. Clotheslines go to waste in the rain. Radios play.

And closer to here?

SHIVERS - A yard. Rain falls onto the roof of a woodshed. The lingering odour of decomposition mixes with that of damp soil.

4. What's in the south?

SHIVERS - A traffic jam. Rain thrumming on the roofs of motor vehicles. Inside, drivers watch water streaming down their windshields. The statue of a king shudders, he too is cold. The canal bridge has been raised.

What's on the other side?

SHIVERS - The road ascends; a raised motorway loops above the ghetto. Beneath its concrete columns -- a sea of rooftops, woodwork, and tar stretches northward. Four-story buildings as far as the rain can fall. The snows melt in Jamrock.

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?

Why am I not there?

Shudder, look further...

SHIVERS -

HAVE A BROTHER IN THE CUT. WHERE THE WOOD AT?

2. Why am I not there?

SHIVERS - To be in Martinaise, where no one goes. At the run-off point of a long-forgotten canal, in the whitest part of town. In the shadow of the day the Revolution failed.

White is the color of communism in Elysium, remember.

What am I doing here?

SHIVERS - Standing in the rain, looking north, where Jamrock Rock City stretches inland.

3. Shudder, look further...

SHIVERS - In the rain-swept distance above the rooftops of Jamrock, a re-purposed silk mill stands perched above the motorway exit. Precinct 41 hunches in the rain.

+5 XP

MACK TORSON - "Wonder if Vic's found his long lost boyfriend yet." He looks over at Chester McLaine and breaks into a laugh at his own joke. The rain falls outside.

CHESTER MCLAINE - "Mack, they're *hetero-sexual life partners*. It's not like that," his partner smirks. "But yeah. There's trouble in paradise for that duo, Tequila Sunset has..." The sound of the rain grows so loud it drowns out his voice.

SHIVERS - Your vision blurs. You wipe your face with your hand. The rain stings your eyes, making you look up and blink.

5. What's above?

SHIVERS - Coalition aerostatics hang like apparitions under the cloud cover. Way up there -- where rain forms -- rotors flutter silently. Your sight clears.

6. What's below?

SHIVERS - Collapsed storm drains. Old sewage systems flooded with rainwater. Hidden weapon caches from the Revolution. Doors leading down to Le Royaume -- the catacombs to which, for three centuries, they delivered the blue-blooded dead.

7. "Motherfucker." [Finish thought.]

SHIVERS - These spring thaw will not last. The winter will return to Revachol.

+5 XP

No point staying out any later without Kim here. Let's turn in for the night.

Seems the walker was either very confused or drunk out of his mind.

SHACK DOOR - It's getting cold this late in the night. Time to call it a day.

Enter the shack.

Not yet. [Leave.]

🎵 Coastal Shack

SHIVERS - A brisk coastal wind still howls against the window of the shack. Occasionally the waves crawl in under the foundation, producing a low hum...

Listen.

Shake it off. [Discard thought.]

SHIVERS - The room feels muffled, like you pulled your hat over your ears. Outside, it is cold and windy, but you're inside, and it feels safe and warm.

SHIVERS -

WHAT IS THIS PLACE TO YOU?

[boojersey]

☕ fave mcr eras and albums?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OKAY OKAY I LIKE THIS ONE AND HOPE NO ONE HATES ME FOR MY ORDER BUT

1. revenge (obviously i mean look at me i am drenched in black and red at all times and gerards hair was just so nice) specific parts include flour face gerard and that photoshoot with the blood covering his hand in a building with brick walls and arches it looked like a church basement and the vampire one for kerrang where its a girls back and theyre covered in blood and hes biting her neck hehe, reasoning for it being my favorite is it has only one song i skip (ghost of you) and every other has a lot more that i usually do and just how theatric and dramatic but also edgy everything was, tbp is more theatric BUT theres more Hope vibes and this is that but with despair and blood and guns and coffins and that just appeals to me fundamentally way more especially when im in my bag. it probably has my most favorite songs too, like to the end cemetery drive jetset life and HANG EM HIGH OR MOTHERFUCKING DIE. maybe my favorite mcr song but im not thinking too hard when i say that

pic of my closet below lmao two of my favorite drawings ive done (theyre for sale wink wink! dm me if interested anyone, gerard is blacklight reactive)

2. bullets, its just so suburban i feel like I'm back in Jersey its October and im walking past cul de sacs and the sunset is bright fucking orange its fantastic its art in every sense and its full of sorrow bc its the closest album chronologically to 9/11 and gerard had the least sureness in the future but he was so confident and it just bleeds into everything so hard, my favorite moments in life are majorly moments similar to what i described. wearing a hoodie and jeans and converse and observing the way the streetlights color the concrete and asphalt, especially if theres been rain. chinese food from family restaurants and rolling rock beer and sitting at neighborhood playgrounds on the swingset rocking back and forth with the carbonation buzzing in your brain. favorite moments include the pic of frank and gerard smoking on pool chairs and that pic of them in some grandmas house with wooden walls and a china and tchotchke cabinet and lace curtains and im pretty sure mikeys sitting on the leg of a couch.it was my desktop bg for a year or two.

3. black parade; i really appreciate the death topic and i will admit i struggle to get on the Hope wavelength throughout esp in famous last words ykno the keep on living part but there are some of my favorite fucking demos like emily and all the angels and im Pretty surE desert song but smack my ass and call me a moron if its wrong. i will say visually other than the marching band outfits its the least interesting era, the white hair was just kinda there to me and no one else had anything outstandingly russling my jimmies. frank did have some cute hair curls on his bangs tho sometimes. i do rlly like the whole haunted vibe tho bc of the paramounts effect on them tho, when i notice it in songs and lyrics it is pretty effective in makin my spine straighten with the hollow eyed, sleepless and frankly a little scared nervous energy. house of wolves has been in my rotation the past month or so bc it reminds me of trevor gta a lot. wttbp i skip every time just about. i save that song for when people are trying to be emo allies and queue it on the aux or when it comes on the radio or in public. blood is AMAZING and reminds me a lot of the song air from the hair soundtrack, and i wonder if gerard was trying to specifically mimic that songs vibe because if u ask me thats very gerard. i think overall the concept and the lore of the album's fruition appeal to me more than anything else, i also love mother war and some of the other various character designs.

4. current era; im saying this because foundations of decay is literally that promising of a single and the shows' outfits are so wonderful and the energy and love and happiness is just so fucking palpable that i already know this is where the new album is gonna sit for me. its gonna be so fucking good. we all know this so well. favorites include nurse gerard the mikey fuckin way shirts and that slicked back hair gerard mmf yum

5. danger days; im SORRRY i just. the songs only appeal to me on a surface level aside from destroya and i always just get rlly bad feelings when i see pics of gerard bc i know he said he was starving himself and it makes me :/ more than anything else seeing him. i feel Bad saying he looked hot. this is also the only album with songs i actively dislike within. i will say that when i say i like destroya. i fucking Love destroya. its so good its so fucking good its everything to me. OH and im gonna include the killjoys comic in this and say that even though i love it so fucking much its not enough to put it above current era. its not that i dislike danger days. its that every other era is so strong compared in my mind that since something has to be last it will be this. favorite moments include the videos of them behind the scenes for na na na laughing and having fun the photoshoot with the backdrop where they're all underneath it and gerard looks like a fucking otherworldly being level insane like hes made of porcelain and the mv shots of them in the trans am at night especially going in the tunnel speeding ass out of town. i will add that i discovered mcr thru sing bc it was on a rhythm game i owned at 11 and i still remember the two days before mcr broke up when i finally remembered to give them a listen and openly cried watching them all die in the killjoy vids so theres a nostalgic rawness that part of me wants to leave preserved like an artifact at a museum.

anyway novel over those are my full thoughts on the mcr eras

things i didnt mention that i shouldve include the bat buckle the infamous stage kiss the spitting and gerard palming his cock through his jeans on stage lmao

oh also dewees is great and needs more recognition

[bigbrotherben]

This is gonna be my vent/rant mega post, I'll just add whatever when it comes to me, don't read

I need to look into medication, I cannot keep living like this.

It's like I'm on a tightrope, and there's no hope for either fall.

And I've never been good with balance

Sometimes I think that if I wasn't raised Christian I would have turned out right? Like, I wouldn't be literally delusional if my parents taught me anything other than "you will always know what is right or wrong" when I was growing up I wouldn't...

I want to explain what I have, how I see the world, what makes things take so long to think about.

But I won't, because I am scared

Another trauma I can tie straight to the church, thanks for fuck all pastor Seth.

To be fair, it sounds insane, it sounds like it is a thing made up by a kid for attention.

Waking up every day knowing existence is wrong to do sucks.

I am overworked. Completely.

I wish people liked the things I made

I wish I liked the things I make

Whenever i feel like I'm a good part of something, I fuck it up. I cannot keep living like this.

Part of why my mental health is so bad is because I made a breakthrough, only to be proven wrong.

I have spent so long writing my essays and my stories and just keeping them hidden, just privately hidden someplace. Always thinking "oh I shouldn't share this people won't like it, people won't care about it."

And I have finally started a writing project that I post publicly, really putting it all on the line.

And yeah

People don't like it

People don't care about it

I should stop trying, I'm never going to be anything but some poor motherfucker, full of ideas, screaming them into the void, hoping someone will care. I cannot keep living like this.

It's dead. Of course, so I got back into roleplaying.

It's like I'm a fucking masochist, begging the world to step on my ballsack.

But instead of my testicles, it's my creative drive that pops.

I think I'm just bad, I think the problem isn't people around me not caring, I think it just sucks. I just suck.

I should quit Resonant Beats before the project is hopelessly infected with my shittiness infusion.

Honestly I think roleplaying is gonna make it worse, because it loops right back around to people not liking what I write.

I should stop being alive, it's really more hassle than it's worth.

Feel like shit, but did it, it's done, and now I know.

Don't try writing again, everyone hates it, you useless fuck.

Why don't you do it, it's practically all you think about these days, you're a non functional pile of pulsating meat that feels pain at every second. You're pathetic.

Even getting back into roleplaying proves it, people don't like what you write, they ghost you. Over and over. You are bad at writing, you are bad at talking, you have no positive qualities, you should be dead.

All you can do well these days is plan your own death, but you're too much of a non committal coward to actually do that either.

What the fuck do you do when the story leaves your intentions, when you wanted to try saying "Hey actually you can make friends and improve from where you are" accidentally turns into "no actually trying just makes it worse you should self isolate now" because like, the first one was my plan with Lagnox, learning to Love people around him healthily and forming long term relationships, learning that there's more to life then the rush of risking death. But like, that's not happening, shit's kinda just getting reinforced for him, his friends don't reach out first unless he screams and basically begs, one of them is fucking encouraging self isolation and his obsessions, to the point where I can't think of a tournament ending where he lives, and worst off he's gonna die unhappy, he now knows that there could have been more to life then what he's had, and that he'll never get it. And it's genuinely fucking with my real world emotions so much that I'm considering dropping him entirely.

Hey Ronnie if you see this, the timeline is clear, and the end is right before I left that server I've started thinking about killing myself every day again, I'll never be good enough for him, and the longer I go, the more he'll see my flaws

[wilwheaton]

The story the right tells about Kennedy is one of a humble, pious coach who wanted only to engage in private prayer after games — “a brief prayer of thanks,” as his lawyer put it — and was persecuted by his employer as a result. That story is a complete distortion of the facts in this case. But it’s a common one, in which conservatives claim that if they are not allowed to impose their religion on others, then they have been victimized and the Constitution must bend to accommodate them. In 1962, the Supreme Court ruled that school-sponsored prayers, even vague, nondenominational ones, violated the establishment clause’s prohibition on the establishment of state religion, even if they were supposedly “voluntary” for students. This decision was one of the most controversial in the court’s history, and to this day some conservatives blame it for for a range of societal ills from births out of wedlock to school shootings. Then in 2000, the court addressed whether it was permissible for a school to allow student-led sectarian prayer during events such as graduation and football games; the court said no. Students and faculty are free to pray on their own and gather to do so; the question is whether those prayers are official in any way. In this case, the coach’s prayers were not private or individual at all, no matter how many photo shoots he does portraying himself as a solitary figure communing with his god. They were not only public but also clearly a performance meant to attract the maximum attention possible; if you’re praying for yourself, you don’t go to the 50-yard-line at the conclusion of the game to do it.

The Supreme Court's threat to the separation of church and state

I am an atheist. For my entire life, I've been told that I MUST respect people who believe in a narrowly-defined version of the Christian god, even though America is explicitly non-religious in our Constitution. And I have done my best to just live and let live, even when they are being reprehensible, cruel, aggressively in my face about everything, based entirely on a belief I do not share.

And I’ve just had enough. I’m done playing nice with people who are doing everything they can to force me and others to live our lives according to their religious beliefs. I’m done being tolerant of intolerance.

I'm done being polite. I'm done respecting someone’s bullshit and quietly minding my business. If these Evangelical Authoritarians are going to push America even deeper into Theocracy, I'm done being polite. I’m going to punch back and I’m going to punch back HARD.

If someone wants to believe in a story and use that story to guide their lives, that’s awesome. Go nuts. Worship all you want, privately, where nobody can tell you what to do. Do it in public, even, AND ACCEPT THAT NOBODY HAS TO LISTEN TO YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS. Freedom OF religion means nothing without freedom FROM religion. 

Fuck these people. Fuck their bullshit invisible sky ghost who tells them what to do, and fuck them for doing everything they can to force me and anyone else to live in the same fear and authoritarianism they embrace.

I was real happy to just live and let live, and that wasn’t enough for the authoritarian evangelicals. Because, for these people, this is entirely about control and white supremacy. No matter how they try to dress it up, that’s who they are. All of them.

And I’m done tolerating them and their bullshit.

[elffees]

okay so i was queueing this post and was losing my mind in the tags struggling with the constant warning of hitting the word limit bc i had so much to say, until my brain was finally like “dude just make your own damn post” so here i am!

basically my thoughts were about Sean and his experience in episode 4. episode 4 was nuts. the shit Sean endures, regardless of your choices, is horrible. and i just wanted to connect why all the BS Sean experiences makes the choice of shooting or sparing Lisbeth so much more weighty.

(sidenote: i’m not going to be referring to if Sean asks/lets Daniel kill her and will mainly just be focusing on if Sean does it himself or lets Lisbeth leave the church unharmed.)

to start off, i don’t think it’s a reach to say that by the end of the episode Sean has to be fucking exhausted. it’s undoubtedly one of the lowest points of their journey. like from beginning to end: Sean was just held hostage by the feds! he very recently lost an eye and is still struggling to adjust to his now dramatically reduced vision! and still during this recovery phase he crosses hundreds of miles in the desert to find Daniel while trying to avoid discovery. then very quickly he runs into verbally and physically abusive racists who mock his cultural upbringing, raid through his belongings, and then beat the shit out of him, possibly breaking his fucking ribs, while laughing in his bloodied and bruised face. but at least he still has a car oh wait NOT ANYMORE bc he has to abandon it soon after the harassment/assault and is forced to walk several miles in the desert on foot with little food, little water, and little shade.

and then after that absolutely tiring, painful, and no doubt life threatening trek, he finally finds Daniel. finally he gets his brother back but OH WAIT the minute Sean gets there Daniel rejects him, even going so far as to use his power to push him away, bc of the awful brain washing and mental abuse Lisbeth has subjected him to. but ohohoho the horror still isn’t over yet bc in the same exact day literally a millisecond after being kicked out, guess what fucking ghost pops back up in Sean’s life seemingly just to be the sweet cherry on top of these Fuck Sean set of events?? MOTHERFUCKING KAREN REYNOLDS!!! the person that was the very first to fuel his horrific snowball of trauma! that left when he needed and wanted her most and now that shes literally the farthest thing from his mind, ironically spits back in his face that “of course she’s there now, they need her”.

after all this you just know, without a shadow of a doubt, that Sean has to be tired. he has to be fed up with just about everything after being dealt the most atrocious cards ever seen and (intentionally or unintentionally) shat on again and again and again.

then, at the end when he finally convinces Daniel (if you succeed) and tries to leave, Lisbeth will stand in his way after just having her beloved henchmen beat the shit out of him. mind you, Sean still has broken ribs if you rebelled against the desert racists. Sean still can barely see shit. there is blood drenched down his face bc of how much Lisbeth’s goon tried to bash his skull in and Sean is so weak and wounded that, whether they’ve reconciled or not, he has to lean on Karen for support bc he is so fucked up he can barely stand on his own two feet. not even including the absolute mess of mental and physiological trauma the desert pursuit had to have taken on him in the first place.

and Lisbeth, this mass manipulator with absolutely no redeemable qualities, has the GALL to stand in his way afterwards???

the choice to shoot Lisbeth or spare is so so huge i cannot stress it enough, not just as a teaching moment for Daniel but also smthg monumental for Sean. bc what does he do? he just wants to leave, he just wants this part of their journey to be done with already, he just wants it to be over. and again mind you, Sean CANONLY picks up the gun. it is not a choice nor a determinant. Sean grabs it knowing he may need to use it. taking out Lisbeth or sparing her is the culmination of everything that’s happened to him this episode and begs you to wonder:

where is Sean’s head at? has he had enough? has he become so mauled and beat down by practically everything that he finally says “fuck you” and hits back, pulling the trigger? OR does Sean try to maintain the shred of innocence he may or may not have left? does he look at this personification of absolute shit that’s literally daring him to kill her and say “no”?

shooting or sparing Lisbeth at the end of episode 4 is basically asking: will Sean come out of all of that trauma and pain and hurt and fight to remain merciful? or will he mold into hardened steel?

[fireteam-silent]

[ talk ] - scout asks church why he chose notts. maybe in a moment of them seriously talkin without bickering,,,

Church bobbed silently in the air for a moment as he thought back to the moment he found Forget-Me-Not. The Exo body had been reclaimed by nature, with plants pushing up through the decaying material, laying by a creek far, far to the north of the Last City. Probably somewhere around old Montreal.

"Dude, I'll be honest," Church said, "I had been scanning corpses for so long it was pretty much a reflex by that point. I saw a dead Exo and didn't even think much of it." He fell silent again. The blue of the flowers still stuck out in his mind. Maybe that's what had initially gotten his attention.

He shook and continued. "Once it hit though, that-- that spark, that connection?" He stammered slightly as he spoke, remembering the sudden jolt he felt at the time. "It was like... Like everything finally made sense. Here it was! The thing I'd been searching for forever!" He glanced upward, toward where the Traveler once floated. "Suddenly, I had a purpose."

[louiseazy]

thoughts while rewatching season 6

God this is still my favorite season "and i am a motherfucking Ghost" loved it

Sarge raises a lot of question and none are answers like how can he pull off pretending to be a cardboard cut out? How did he get his new set of armor?

note: the bom chicka deleted scene has become an inside joke for my brothers and I

since I rewatched this season DVD so much this is the first time noticing the lower quality of the youtube videos

I just notice the sound of flies in the background

Maybe Meta's power problem is why Wyoming is so downgraded? Or it just another plot hole that newer seasons opens up

like why does the who's trying to commit genocide care about outpost 17-b?

God does the cut to rvb Zero fuck with the flow of the ending line "the former director of project freelancer Doctor Leonard Church" than some random pink lady who doesn't even sound like she cares start talking

yep definitely what this season needed/sarcasm

[gellavonhamster]

ghost stories

Suicide Squad (2016) || characters: El Diablo feat. everyone else || post-canon, sort of a fix-it

ao3 link eng || this was first written and published on ao3 in Russian in 2016 but I didn't attempt to translate it into English back then.  

Harley is the first to see him.

She catches the smell first. Something appears to be burning, and she checks cautiously if there is something wrong with the coffee machine. She doesn’t find anything suspicious – not that the appliances about to flame up smell like that anyway. Could it be that there’s a fire starting? That would be funny, but seems like there’s hardly a chance. It is the smell of a bonfire at the beach, of the fallen leaves being burned in the yards in fall, of a melting candle in the church; weirdly, all this at the same time. A smell that seems too pure for Belle Reve, for Gotham, for everything that makes up her life these days.      

Harley looks around once again – and springs to her feet like she’s been stung.

Chato Santana is standing next to her cage.

“Diablo?” she whispers, unable to believe her eyes. She would’ve thought she’s lost her marbles if there were any left to lose.    

“Harley,” says Diablo, and it’s his voice, his shy, sad smile, his eyes and his tattoos, and Harley squeals in delight as she rushes to him. The bars of the cage are live, so she only dares to stick out the tips of her fingers. He touches them with his hand – certainly alive, certainly not a product of her mind being tortured by boredom and monotony – and she laughs.

“You’re alive, alive, alive! How did you survive? And how did they let you in?”

“It’s a long story. And I don’t think I have much time,” Diablo looks guilty. He’s still holding her hand and looking at her so earnestly it’s almost worrying.  “Harley… don’t go with him.”  

“Huh? What do you mean, honey?”

“He’s coming here. Don’t leave with him, Harley, stay. It sounds strange, but this would really be for the best.”  

“Don’t leave with whom?” she can’t follow him. He gives her a melancholic look – and suddenly disappears. Without any smoke or flames or any other special effects. She can’t wrap her head around how it happened – it’s just that he was here a moment ago, and now there’s no one beside her, and she’s reaching out towards nothing.      

“Diablo?” she calls, and when she gets no answer, she decides to get things straight by asking the guards. What kind of cruel joke is this? Only one person is allowed to joke here, and that person is her. “Hello there! Mister jailer, yoo-hoo! Where’s my friend?”  

No one is in a hurry to respond. Finally, one of the armed-to-the-teeth guards approaches the cage.

“Why are you yelling, lady?”

“Where’s my friend?” Harley asks petulantly. “He was here just now, and we didn’t finish talking. Where did you take him?”  

“There was no one here.”

“What do you mean ‘no one’? I just talked to him!”

The guard examines her from head to foot. Looks like he’s chewing gum, which, combined with his empty apathetic stare, makes him look like a cow.

“Definitely crazy,” he sums up, and leaves. Irritated, Harley forgets to take caution, hits the bars and falls down on the floor right away, writhing in pain.    

“Well, well, well,” she whispers, playing the recent events over in her head. Chato was very much corporeal – not a ghost, then. Yet the guards didn’t notice him, and then he vanished into thin air. Harley thinks about the being Chato transformed into by the end of the battle – an ancient one, as if straight from the walls of some Aztec temple. Could some petty bomb kill such a being? Could the Enchantress’s brother have survived too?  

“I am friends with a god,” she informs the ceiling. “Incredible.”

About an hour later, her Puddin’ comes for her, and she forgets the advice Diablo gave her.  

  Croc sees him on the night of the same day. He knows for sure that it is night thanks to the TV listings – the only reference point for time and days of the week that he has. Not that it was bothering him too much, truth be told. Monday or Sunday, every day in Belle Reve is a carbon copy of the day before. However, Croc doesn’t complain. He has a roof over his head, water, food – even better food than he used to have in the sewers in days gone by – and a TV, and it is honestly not too hard to do without such extras as companionship and fresh experiences. Still, he is glad to see Diablo. Even though first he lunges at him with his fangs bared, because he doesn’t immediately recognize him and supposes that Waller and company are sick of feeding him and decided to kill him. Or to put someone else in his quarters, which would have been no less audacious.        

“Croc, it’s me,” Diablo hastens to say, and lights up a flame over his left palm – so unusual and out of place in the dampness of Croc’s cell. Croc freezes and watches the flame for some seconds. That must really be Diablo; there are hardly many people in the world capable of such tricks.

“Hey, man,” Croc says. “Whatcha doing here?”

“Just checking up on you.”

Well, that must definitely be Diablo. Croc knows that there are hardly many people in the world who’d care to check up on him, but that sounds like something El Diablo would do. Back then, during the mission, he was friendly, asked “You okay?” after each skirmish, and could clap him on the shoulder without shuddering. And there are definitely even less people in the world that would touch him willingly.      

“Did they just let you in like that?” wonders Croc. Diablo gives him a slight smile.

“They don’t know I’m here.”

“So you’re, like, a ghost?” Croc asks. It occurred to him from the very beginning, but it sounds particularly joyless when said out loud.

Diablo gestures vaguely. “I’m still figuring it out myself, to be honest.”

“Hmm,” Croc glances over his cell. A bag of food on the cot catches his eye. “You want a burger?”

“Nah, I’m good. Save it for yourself.”

“They’ll bring more today, I’m telling ya.”  

“Then I want one.”

“Then you’re not a ghost,” grins Croc, and the fact that Diablo doesn’t flinch or try to look away also proves that this is the real Chato Santana, because most people don’t like seeing Croc smile.

And so he and Diablo, who kind of is a ghost but kind of isn’t, sit there eating burgers and watching some crap on MTV. Life has taught Croc not to be surprised by anything, so everything’s fine.  

“So what happened after the bomb went off?” Croc asks. Diablo opens his mouth, and then closes it again, apparently at a loss how to explain.

“I was smoke,” he speaks finally. “Then I was flames. Then I became myself again.”

“I see,” Croc replies, although, of course, he can’t see shit.

“Who are you talking to?” comes the guard’s voice from behind the door. “Hey, scum!”

Croc puts the burger aside.

“Wait a bit,” he tells Chato, gets up, and heads for the door.

When he comes to the bean hole, the guard already looks like he regrets calling him.  

“No one,” Crock smiles as widely as only he can, and the guard, who isn’t among the people able to watch him smile without blinking an eye, steps back reflexively. “But come inside, and I’ll talk to you if you wanna. How about that?”   

When he turns around, Chato has already disappeared, and Croc could have assumed he has dreamed it all, but there are two half-eaten burgers on the cot, not one.

  Digger sees him next, and he isn’t even amazed. The bastards keep drugging him with all sorts of shit to calm him down. Usually after the shot he just lies there, feverish, and can’t even move, let alone stand up, but who knows, perhaps they’re testing some new poison on him. Or they’ve started using something stronger because they noticed that a couple of hours after the usual stuff he’s already able to yell, bang at the door, and do everything he can to get the best of them while cooped up inside. Or it’s simply that there’s already so much of this shit in his blood that it’s impossible not to have any screws loose, try as he might to keep them in place. In any case, he’s not exactly shocked when, as he tosses and turns on the floor after another injection, he turns his head and sees El Diablo, large as life and twice as ugly.

“Fuck me sideways,” Digger says. He doesn’t have any energy to be mad yet. “I must be tripping.”

“You’re not tripping,” Diablo objects.

“You died. So I must be.”  

“I didn’t die either.”

Diablo sits down cross-legged on the floor next to him.

“Has it crossed your mind that if you stop getting on their nerves, they might start treating you better?” he asks.

“Go to hell.”

“Message received.”

There’s a footfall outside; a whole bunch of people must be running somewhere.

“They’ve turned the entire joint upside down,” says Digger, because it’s been ages since he has spoken to anyone who’d at least pretend to listen, so a hallucination will do. “Blondie escaped.”  

“I know,” Diablo replies gloomily. “I tried to warn her not to go with the Joker, but she didn’t listen to me.”  

“Why warn her?” Digger asks. Harley Quinn is no bosom friend of his, but she kind of tore out the heart of the witch who kind of tried to end the world, and anyway, teammates probably should take interest in each other’s lives. Probably. He’s never really made sense of that teamwork stuff. “What’s he gonna do to her?”    

“At best, what he always does.”

Two tiny figures of fire appear on Diablo’s open palm – a man and a woman. The man backhands the woman across her face, and she falls down. Digger watches the dancing flames with fascination, and meanwhile in his head, bit by bit, stroke by stroke, a plan starts to take shape. He wouldn’t be Captain motherfucking Boomerang if he fails to use any opportunity that turns up – even a ghost of one. 

“Listen, mate,” he begins cajolingly. “If you’re really here and it’s not just me tripping… help an old friend out, won’t you? I’m fed up with being stuck here, you know.”

“I’m not gonna help you escape,” Diablo says calmly. “How do you imagine that would even happen?”

“Can’t you just burn the entire Belle Reve to the bloody ground?”

Diablo smiles.

“I can,” he admits. “But I won’t.”

The next thing he knows, the son of a bitch is gone without a trace. Anger and offence must be giving Digger strength, because he manages to leap to his feet. Like a lunatic, he thrashes around the cell, looking for at least some kind of proof that someone else was here a moment ago.  

“Oi!” he shouts, knowing damn well that the guards have long stopped listening to what he has to say. “Grab the devil! A convict escaped! Hey, wankers!”  

But he’s feeling lightheaded, and this shit must be really strong, and he collapses, badly hitting his head.  

  Tatsu sees him next – late at night, in her apartment. She’s a light sleeper, and wakes up as soon as she hears footsteps. The sword is close at hand, and she grabs it instantly, blade swishing through the air.  

“Who’s there?” Tatsu asks, and then repeats in English. “Who’s there?”

There is nowhere to hide in her bedroom. The only furniture is the mattress and the pair of chairs she uses to hang her clothes on. Everything is on the floor or on the windowsill – weapons, her laptop, the book she tried to read before going to sleep but could not concentrate on. It is an ascetic, comfortless dwelling that does not look permanent and is not supposed to become so. Fate and Amanda Waller, though, seem to have other plans in this respect.  

There is nowhere to hide in her bedroom – but someone’s definitely walking in the antechamber; she flings the door open – and sees El Diablo, standing by the entrance and looking around. In a blink of an eye Tatsu is next to him, and the blade of the Soultaker is pressed to his neck.  

“Katana, it’s me,” Diablo says, unfazed. “Chato Santana.”

“Chato Santana is dead,” she says through her teeth. Chato Santana was a gangster who killed, albeit by a tragic accident, his own family – but she fought side by side with him, he sacrificed himself to save the world, he called their squad his family and died for them. That is enough for her not to let anyone use his name as a cover. “Who are you?”    

“I’m alive,” Diablo replies. He puts his hands up to show he’s unarmed, and forks of flame appear on his palms. “Or sort of.”  

Sort of.

Tatsu lowers the sword and looks warily at the man standing in front of her.

“How did you…”

“You’re gonna have a new mission soon. Demand that Waller tells you everything.”

“About what?”

“I couldn’t overhear that,” he says with regret. “But…”

Something knocks on the window. Tatsu turns around quickly, but that must’ve been just a tree branch hitting the windowpane. When she turns back to Chato, he’s already gone, and her apartment is silent.

It’s just four in the morning, but she can’t make herself fall asleep again. Having poured a cup of tea, Tatsu sits down on the mattress and thinks, think, thinks about what just happened. Tatsu believes in ghosts – her sword is teeming with them, so she wouldn’t say that her worldview is shaken. Still, this is strange, very strange. What did he want to tell her? Why did he disappear so abruptly? Like… a broadcast was interrupted.    

Colonel Flag calls her at daybreak and tells her that there’s a shoot-out between two gangs on the outskirts of Gotham, with metahumans on both sides. When Tatsu arrives at Belle Reve, it turns out they must have considered it to be not enough to ruin her Saturday morning, because she is asked – more like ordered, actually – to escort an inmate from his cell, an inmate who attacks anyone who tries to enter and has already injured three guards with his bare hands, and it’s not reasonable to sedate him before the mission, and “he’s likely to obey if it’s you, Katana” – the last is Rick’s argument, and if he told that to her face and not on the phone, she would have had to strain every nerve not to hit him with something.    

No one tries to attack her when she enters the cell of Captain Boomerang – Harkness is sitting on the floor quite still, his arms around his knees, and when he notices her, he even smiles with bruised lips.  

“Hello, gorgeous,” he says. “Am I hallucinating you too?”

“No,” the question is unexpected and confuses her. “Why?”

“Well, they keep injecting me some crap, and lately I’ve been seeing things,” Harkness explains peacefully, even eagerly. His voice is quiet and hoarse, which, combined with his Australian accent, leads to Tatsu being barely able to make out half of what he’s saying. To hear him better, she crouches down next to him, still gripping the sword hilt – there is no telling if he isn’t just making her come closer to take her down and bolt. “Saw the devil yesterday.”      

“The devil?”

“Our devil. Día… de fucking Muertos. Chato Santana.”

Tatsu gives a shiver and, having lost her balance, half sits down, half falls on the dirty floor.

She isn’t the only one to have seen him. She isn’t the only one he wanted to send a message to.

“Hey, luv,” Harkness frowns and reaches out to touch her knee lightly. “You all right?”  

“Same as you, more or less,” she wants to reply, which of course would mean she isn’t, not at all.

“What did he tell you?” she asks him instead.

  When Floyd sees him, he is hardly surprised, since the others have already warned him. Boomerang, Croc, and Katana tell him everything while they’re waiting for the helo, and had it been just Boomerang, who believes inexplicably that he has a sense of humour although he certainly doesn’t, Floyd most likely wouldn’t have believed his ghost stories, but it is even harder to believe that Croc, let alone Katana would agree to take part in such pranks. Which is why he listens to them closely and takes note: okay, then he doesn’t have to worry about his mental heath if the late Santana suddenly appears out of nowhere to give some advice or share some news or simply ask how he’s doing. So the four of them keep whispering to one another like kids at the back of the class until their transport arrives – just the four of them, which is a pity. If there is anyone on the team that he had missed a little, it’s Harley. Floyd knows some things about the Joker, for it isn’t possible, as they write in the papers, to belong to the criminal world of Gotham and not know anything about the Joker. Floyd knows what Flag had spilled to him when visiting him in his cell or escorting him there after a visit to Zoe. Floyd thinks that in his entire lifetime he hasn’t understood a thing about love – is it even possible to understand it, on the other hand? – but he feels like the mad and brilliant Harley, Harley the whimsical, Harley the loving deserves better.                

“What’s with the gossiping?” Flag inquires suspiciously.  

“Nothing!” Croc and Digger answer in unison, in unison, and Floyd facepalms because seriously, are they in some cheesy movie or what? They don’t tell Flag anything yet, but Floyd is almost sure that sooner or later Santana will visit him as well, because Flag is one of them too, after all. Not that he’s even trying to deny it; no one’s making him drop by Floyd’s cell every other day to chat about some nonsense through the steel door.          

So Floyd is hardly surprised when, as he makes his way behind the dumpsters loading one gun after another, he notices a familiar, head-to-toe-tattooed figure standing nearby.  

“There are snipers on the roof over there and around the corner of the shop,” Chato says instead of greeting. Floyd nods.

“I noticed.”

“Eight men in the drugstore on the other side of the street. Each with a machine gun.”  

“How do you know?”

“I’ve just been there.”

“Got it,” there’s no time for lengthy conversations. No time to say: glad you’re alive, man. No time to ascertain: are you alive, though? So he thinks over the plan of action, making a mental note to ask all these questions later, when there are no bullets whistling past their ears.  

People like them deserve no guardian angels, frankly speaking, but they may have managed to earn one for all of them.

[poundstonaira]

Short Story: Yuno - Surprise Celebration

Word Count: 1358

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It was around 9 o’clock when Yuno had just finished taking a nap from the mission he was on earlier. He’s been stressing himself out by taking 5 missions in a row today. When he woke up this morning, he was reminded that today was October 4th, which was the day he was founded at the church. Ever since he joined the magic knights, he had no intention of celebrating today since it wasn’t his actual birthday and was only the day that Father discovered Asta and him. He only intended to have his day go on as usual like nothing happened.

It’s not his actual birthday, October 4th wasn’t the exact date he was born so why bother celebrating or do something special when he can go on a lot of missions and take a nap?

It’s not like he cared or anything.

The 17 year old boy gets out from the covers, then stands up to give himself a little stretch with a groan added. A tall boy like him needs to stretch after taking a nap, he also hates the sounds of his bones cracking.

He puts on his boots and takes off his cape and robe and opens his door and starts heading to the mess hall where he thought he was going to have dinner and call it a night. 

He starts to think otherwise when he hears the hallways of the chambers are dead silent and no one is there. He doesn’t even see Klaus nor Mimosa waiting for him so the 3 can eat together. Yuno then raises an eyebrow at this, seeing how strange it is to see the hallways of the Golden Dawn headquarters be so damn empty. Yuno could even hear his own thoughts right in front of him.

Where did everyone go? The amber-eyed boy thought to himself, before taking one good look again to see if his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him to still see that no one is there, once again.

That’s strange, maybe they went to go eat out with each other. Klaus and Mimosa are probably at the mess hall. Yuno thought, starting to walk down the hall. There was still no one in his vision and the dead silence just lingered there in the atmosphere, it was so silent that he felt like his ears wanted to close up on him. Yes, there were days when his squadmates were lazy and just slept but this silent vibe was quite weird to say the least.

He continued walking down the hallways, still seeing that none of his squadmates were there until he was at the door of the mess hall.

Yeah… I don’t where they are so I’m going to too much about-

“Happy birthday, vice-captain Yuno!”

Was what Yuno heard when he entered the mess hall of the Golden Dawn headquarters. His eyes widened as he saw his fellow squadmates smile, cheesing, and waving at him with pure energy as he just stood there like he had just seen a ghost jumpscare him.

He looked shocked as a motherfucker.

It’s quite a strange and surprising site for Yuno to see his squadmates doing something so special for him this time. It was just last year when they were at his neck for being a commoner, having such strong magic and raising high in the ranks. But now, since he’s vice-captain and all, they want to treat him like he’s a prince, like he’s a part of the group that they considered family.

It’s really quite funny how nobles treat commoners. Noble must feel some type of envy to accept them, it’s even hard for them to admit that.

As Yuno stood there with the same blank, shocked, confused expression on his face, a chuckle escaped from the crowd of Golden Dawn’s magic knights. The chuckle came from a girl called Y/N who set this whole little party up.

“Aww! Look at him, he’s blushing! He’s embarrassed!” Y/N laughed loudly, pointing a finger at Yuno who was blinking rapidly with a small blush on his face, probably meaning that he was flustered.

“I’m not embarrassed.” Yuno said in a dead tone, looking away from squadmates who were laughing and chuckling at his flustered face. Y/N gave Yuno a cheesing smirk, trying to joke with him a bit more.

“Yes you are.”

“I’m not.”

“UhM… YeS yOu ArE.”

“No. I. am. Not.”

“Y/N, relax. Now let’s just let him enjoy his birthday celebration. He deserves it, he’s worked hard over the past year.” William added.

“Alright… I’ll stop messing with him…” Y/N sighed, slouching a bit.

“Umm… Thank you, everyone… I really appreciate it.” Yuno muttered, still looking away from his squadmates. His dear friend, Y/N did nothing but give him a small smile, knowing that giving him a birthday celebration for Yuno would make him quite flustered.

“Now let’s celebrate before midnight.”

…

“Man, that food was absolutely tantalizing! Whoever was cooking didn’t need to go off and snap like that.” Y/N groaned, rubbing her full stomach as her childhood friend watched her with a small smile and curiosity.

The hours have passed since Yuno’s squadmates surprised him with multiple gifts, words of encouragement and pure entertainment. There will not be a snowball’s chance in hell that Yuno will forget this night. He will never forget the fact that his squadmates went out of their way to give him gifts, actually speak to him about something good and encouraging for him, actually making him feel welcomed.

He couldn’t even admit that he loves and appreciates his squadmates so much since he doesn’t want to break his character. But, they know deep down that he appreciates them, they know him deep down sometimes.

The black-haired boy then gets up from his seat, leaving a sleeping Mimosa and Klaus, and a sleepy Y/N alone at the table. The rest of the Golden Dawn headed back to their rooms or also fell asleep from the filling food. Yuno headed out from the mess hall doors, went towards the nearest window so he could fly out and head to the door of the headquarters. 

Once he landed on the headquarters roof, he quietly sat down with his legs crossed, his face leaning on his right hand.

A small gust of wind howled quietly, moving past Yuno as the trees swayed gently, making the wind gust sound like a small whistle. It was like music to Yuno’s ears, hearing some precious and lovely sounds of nature by himself once in a while.

Everytime Yuno gets to be alone, he always sits down by himself and himself alone, not having anything or anyone bother him. Not even Bell since she could be a little bitch sometimes and ruin his time alone.

The small, gusts and gales of wind left the area as it was Yuno by himself. All alone. It was so quiet that Yuno’s mind began to go down the memory lane on how far he’s come, it made his heart drop to his stomach.

The raven-haired boy thought about how far he had come. He went from becoming the most envied and hated person in his squad, to becoming the vice-captain in under a year. Him improving as inspired most of his squadmates to become stronger- especially his senior, Klaus.

“I’ve actually made it this far, and I’m only 17…” Yuno muttered to himself, his face turned into a look of realization on how far he’s become. It made him want to tear up a little on how hard he’s worked and what he went through.

The amber-eyed boy smiled to himself, a small, almost unnoticeable little tear left his eye.

He then thinks of how much further he’s going to go in the future. Not realizing how much bloodshed, loss, pain, agony, and more plot twists will come his way.

His wish to beat Asta to becoming the Wizard King might just change.

But Yuno doesn’t think of that, he’s more focused on the moment.

“Don’t worry Asta. I will beat you on becoming the Wizard King.”

-

happy birthday, yuno :)

[cupiiid]

Castiel took a deep breath, getting ready to do what he'd wanted to do for as long as he's known Dean Winchester. He walked past the mailbox which read 'Winchester' on it and moved to the front door of the perfect house in heaven, before he could chicken out, he knocked on the perfect white door. A few seconds later the door opened to reveal a man who possessed a familiar strong jaw and stature, one he would never forget.

"Do I know you?" He asked looking as the angel quizzically. Castiel scoffed.

"You will." And with that he decked the man in the face, a result of years worth of pent up anger.

"What the fuck?!" He exclaimed clutching his cheek. Cas smirked.

"I've been waiting to do that for a very long time, John Winchester." Cas saw the colour drain from John's face.

"How do you know who I am?" He questioned taking a step back. Castiel thought about how to answer that question for a minute.

"Well, I am and angel who helped restore heaven, but I've known you for a while because of your son."

"Dean." John breathed.

"Yes. He's my... He's my lover? Boyfriend? Everything?" Cas hummed. "Yes, I like that one. Dean's my everything." He smiled fondly, remembering his green eyed lover back home.

"I thought I fixed him." John breathed, eyes downcast he was ashamed. Cas' eyebrows shot up, incredulous.

"Fixed him?" He asked. He knew John was an asshole but Jesus. John nodded gravely. Shock turned into pure rage. He felt power run through his veins like fire. "Fixed him?! Are you serious?! You broke him!" Cas exclaimed, so close to sending John straight back to hell. John looked at him angrily.

"I did what I had to! Do you know what it was like?! He would have been killed! I saved that kid." Cas stared at him, speechless.

"You saved him?! Making him hide and hate himself as well as forcing him to hunt monsters and feel responsible for his brother did more harm than him liking men will ever do!" Cas felt his eyes start to glow white with grace, John looked terrified.

"Dean was four years old when you placed all responsibility on him to fuel your rage induced revenge fantasy, justifying it as 'saving people'." Castiel's grace was now flowing through him and radiating off his body, stronger than it had ever done, making the air feel hot. "You made Dean become a father at four years old, something even you couldn't do as an adult and blamed him for being reckless because he was a child! You made him feel like everything was his fault all the time! You made him hide his feelings under lock and key, making sure he struggled to become close to anyone and never have a support system!" His hands started glowing white, he felt like he was going to explode. John started to cower.

"And Sam, you always liked him better even though you never said it, don't think you treated him much better, you pushed him away for thinking for himself and not wanting to be like you! You loved them conditionally" Cas started to levitate, towering over John. "You knew about Sam and never told him! Never told anybody because you were scared so you passed the burden onto Dean who had to tell the only family he had left that he was a monster! You are a coward. You even used their own mother as justification for your abuse!" Cas looked over to the table where John was eating to only see one plate. Confusion swept him up in an instant.

"Where's Mary?" He asked, gently lowering himself from the air. John looked at his feet.

"She left me." Castiel laughed. Mary wasn't perfect by any means but he understood her decision whole heartedly.

"I don't blame her." Cas said thinking about Mary, it makes sense that she would hate John for what he did, how he used her as a weapon. John's face hardened.

"I did my best! You try raising a kid without their mom there!" John said trying to defend himself.

"I did. He's now God. He's the reason you're not in hell right now." John looked surprised. Cas walked towards the door. "Don't expect any visits from Sam or Dean any time soon." Cas turned back towards John. "They still haven't forgiven you. If you ever want even a neutral relationship with them, you better be ready to put in a lot of work and I wouldn't blame them for not wanting to give you a chance. You are a monster, John Winchester." And with that, he left.

Once Castiel was home, he immediately walked up to Dean held him tight, kissing his forehead from where Dean was sitting on the couch, he immediately leaned into it.

"Hey," Dean laughed gripping Cas back. "You're clingy, what's up?"

"I talked your dad." Cas mumbled into Dean's shoulder. Dean pulled away, looking at him with his eyebrows raised.

"Why would you do that?"

"I wanted to tell him what a terrible father he was to you and Sam." Castiel said defeated. "He's so much worse than I thought." Cas looked at Dean whose eyes were downcast. "I'm sorry, Dean I should have consulted you before seeing him." He said cupping Dean's face with his hands.

A few small tears dripped down Dean's face and Cas immediately felt awful. "I'm so sorry, Dean." He apologized. Dean shook his head, moving his hands into Cas' that were still touching his face and kissed his palm.

"Did he tell you about the nun story?" Dean asked. Cas shook his head silently. Dean smiled a bitter smile. "Well, it was my seventeenth birthday and dad tasked me with my first solo mission. It was a simple salt and burn." Cas had no idea where this story was going. "Once I read the case files, I realised he knew, he knew I liked men." Cas looked at Dean with confusion, Dean sensed this so he continued. "The ghosts were two lesbian nuns, they fell in love and the church found out so they killed themselves."

Dean's bitter smile continued. "After I got back, my dad told me about how I needed to quit my 'missbehaviour' and find someone to settle down with, someone... someone respectable, a woman." Castiel's mouth dropped open. Dean carried on, eyebrow furrowed. "I don't know how he found out, I-I was so-so careful!" The tears started again and Castiel kissed Dean's cheek and pressed their foreheads together.

"Dean, what happened wasn't your fault, you shouldn't be penalized for loving who you love." Cas said carefully.

"B-but if I had been more careful-"

"No. Dean listen to me. You did nothing wrong." Castiel kissed Dean's tears that were still running down Dean's cheeks. "Dean, Dean look at me." Dean reluctantly pulled his eyes up to Cas. "You did nothing wrong." Dean nodded. "You know that, right?" Dean was hesitant but eventually nodded. "Good. I love you, so much." The angel pressed and kiss to Dean's nose and Dean broke out into a smile.

"I love you too."

...

Bonus:

"Dad did what?!" Sam exclaimed after Dean had finally told him what John did to him after his first hunt. "Oh, I'm going to kill that son of a bitch." He made to stand up but was stopped by Eileen grabbing his arm and pulling him back down. Sam looked defeated. "How-how could he do that? Why did you never tell me?" Dean shrugged.

"I dunno, I guess I felt weak." Sam immediately got up and pulled Dean into a hug that was soon joined by Cas and Eileen.

"You're so strong, Dean." Eileen said.

Dean only told one more person about the nun incident, Bobby Singer who quite literally beat the shit out of John Winchester. Cas was quietly overjoyed when he heard it.

Motherfucker had it coming.

~The End~

My present to Dean Winchester was a very detailed version of Cas (and Bobby) giving John what he fucking deserved. Amen.

Happy Birthday, Dean.

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Seattle playlist

Seattle and Twin Peaks, all in one playlist. This is the one! Think of it as an vacation in Seattle, you spend time in the city, you dine at the Salmon House, you get around town with this playlist. Then, you head out to Snoqualmie and see the Twin Peaks filming locations, grab a bite at Twede;s Cafe and go up Crystal Mountain, coffee at a Drive thru Big Foot Java and head down to Mt St Helens, boat ride out on Puget Sound and see members of Wolves in the Throne Room doing a forest dance in the Olympic Nat Forest! This is that Seattle playlist! Enjoy! For the songs to listen to, click here at the link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC193HJs9M2yvjz03VeeChqxt

SEATTLE PLAYLIST

001 Foo Fighters - Come Alive 002 Alice in Chains - Them Bones 003 Soundgarden - Loud Love 004 Heart - Crazy On You 005 Pearl Jam -  Spin The Black Circle 006 Seattle - Perry Como 007 Nevermore -  My Acid Words 008 Nirvana -  In Bloom 009 Melvins -  Honey Bucket 010 Trap Them - Hellionaires 011 Mother Love Bone -  Stardog Champion 012 Mudhoney - Touch Me I'm Sick 013 Paul Westerberg - Waiting For Somebody 014 Jimi Hendrix - May This Be Love 015 The Green Hornet   Main Theme   016 Screaming Trees -  More Or Less 017 Metal Church - Ton Of Bricks 018 Tad - Grease Box 019 Butt Trumpett - I Left My Flannel In Seattle 020 KMFDM - Moron 021 Soundgarden -  Sub Pop Rock City 022 Dinosaur Jr. - Pierce the Morning Rain 023 The Simpsons TV Show - Monorail song 024 Year of the Cobra - Persephone 025 Blondie - Under The Gun 026 Foo Fighters - Breakout 027 Autograph - Turn up the Radio 028 Neko Case - South Tacoma Way 029 Queensryche- jet city woman 030 Pearl Jam - Breath 031 Audrey Horne - Cards With The Devil 032  Blake Shelton - Sunny in Seattle 033 Swallow The Sun -  Ghost Of Laura Palmer 034 Fantomas -  Twin Peaks-Fire Walk With Me 035 VUM - Laura Palmer 036 Jimi Hendrix -  Little Miss Strange 037 Anthrax - Black Lodge 038 Willow - Seattle 039  Kenny Rogers - My Washington Woman 040 TWEAN PEAKS TV show - Falling 041 Church of Misery - I Motherfucker (Ted Bundy) 042 Alice in Chains - We Die Young 043 Temple Of The Dog - Pushin' Forward Back 044 Nine Inch Nails -  She's Gone Away 045 David Lynch -  The Line It Curves 046 Patty Loveless - Chains 047 Sir Mix A Lot - Baby Got Back 048 Screaming Trees -  Shadow Of The Season 049 ANGELO BADALAMENTI - Twin Peaks Theme 050 Nevermore - Bittersweet Feast 051 Duff McKagan - Seattle head 052 Helms Alee  - Spider Jar 053 Talking Seattle grunge band Todd Snider 054 Robyn Hitchcock - Viva! Sea Tac 055 Indian Handcrafts - Bruce Lee 056 Anti-Flag Seattle Was A Riot 057 Marcy Playground - The Shadow of Seattle 058 Presidents of the United States of America - Lump 059 Mudhoney - This Gift 060 Bell Witch - Judgement, In Fire: I - Garden (Of Blooming Ash) 061 Black Breath -  Forced Into Possession 062 The Material - Moving To Seattle 063 Lou Reed - Last Great American Whale 064 King Dude -  Satan's Ghost 065 Jane's Addiction - Ted, Just Admit It 066 Mommy Long Legs - Bitch Island 067 21 Jump Street - Theme song 068 Mentors - Rock 'Em Sock 'Em 069 Queensryche - Empire 070 Mad Season -  X-Ray Mind 071 Bloodbath - Anne 072 Heart - Heartless 073 Pearl Jam -  Go 074 Mother Love Bone -  Holy Roller 075 Old Man Gloom - Eden's gate 076 Tom Petty and the Fart Breakers - American Girl 077 Melvins - The Bit 078 Sunn O))) - The Gates of Ballard 079 My Sisters Machine - Enemy 080 Earth - Harvey 081 Alice in Chains -  Dam That River 082 Bikini Kill - Rebel Girl 083 Delvon Lamarr Organ Trio ? - Close But No Cigar 084 Bing Crosby - Black Ball Ferry Line 085 Hammerbox - Hed 086 the Accused - martha splatterhead 087 Temple Of The Dog - Hunger Strike 088 Native American Indian Artist Harold Alfred Kwakwaka'wakw Pacific Northwest Coast Art 089 Naomi Punk - Thru The Trees 090 Soundgarden -  Rusty Cage 091 Jerry Cantrell - Between 092 Brothers Of The Sonic Cloth - I Am 093 Casual Hex - Zorcho 094 Millennium - Millennium TV theme song 095 The Jimi Hendrix Experience -  Red House 096 Heart - Rock Deep 097 The Fabulous Wailers - Wailers House Party 098 La Luz - Brainwash 099 Sanctuary -  Arise And Purify 100 Soundgarden - Spoonman 101 Tad - Wood Goblins 102 Alice In Chains -  Rainier Fog 103 Attilio Mineo - Boeing Spacearium 104 Vouna  - Drowning City 105 The Monkeywrench - Flashy New Dance Steps 106 U-Men  - Gila 107 Gillan: - Puget Sound 108 Nirvana - Drain You 109 Wolves in the Throne Room - Angrboda 110 Drug Store - The Dwarves 111 CHRISTIAN MISTRESS - Open Road 112 Weird Al Yankovic - My Babys In Love With Eddie Vedder 113 Heir Apparent - Another Candle 114 Candlebox You 115 FAUNA   - The Golden Circle 116 JOHN BARRY - Game of Death _ 'Main Theme' 117 ZEKE - On The Road 118 Jimi Hendrix - Spanish Castle Magic 119 Quayde LaHüe Man In The Purple Robe 120 Hole - Rock Star 121 Beta Boys - The Zoo 122 Tomahawk - Totem 123 Earth -  Rise To Glory 124 Book of Black Earth - Cross Contamination 125 Wolves In The Throne Room - Woodland Cathedral 126 Audrey Horne -  Volcano Girl 127 Old St. Helen Song by Billy Jonas 128 Brothers Of The Sonic Cloth - Lava 129 The Bangles - I Got Nothing 130 Neil Diamond ~ Glory Road 131 POTUSA - Volcano 132 Weird Al Yankovic - Smells Like Nirvana 133 Eye of Nix - Keres 134 Mad Season - Locomotive 135 Vio-lence -  Serial Killer 136 CEREBRAL ROT - Repulsive Infestation Of Cadaver 137 Jackyl - The Lumberjack 138 Old Man Gloom -  The Volcano 139 Rbbie hill's family Affair - I just want to be 140 Nirvana - Stay Away 141 Foo Fighters - Subterranean 142 Public Image Ltd - Seattle 143 The Accüsed - Barracuda 144 Drawn and Quartered - Nefarious Rites 145 Sleater Kinney - Light Rail Coyote 146 DEATH - Crystal Mountain 147 FETID - Consumed Periphery From Steeping Corporeal Mess 148 Primus - Last Salmon Man 149 Pixies - Trompe Le Monde 150 Alice In Chains - So Far Under 151 Mos Generator - Shadowlands 152 The Lovemongers - Battle of Evermore 153 Big Business - Grounds for Divorce 154 Summoned by Giants - Ouch 155 MORTIFERUM - Funereal Hallucinations 156 Master Musicians Of Bukkake - A Mist Of Illnesses 157 Botch - To Our Friends in the Great White North 158 Tenacious D - The Metal 159 NUDITY -  Lectric Motions 160 Anhedonist - Estrangement 161 Blackouts - Probabilities 162 Wolvhammer - Clawing into Black Sun 163 Mamiffer - All That Is Beautiful 164 King Buzzo (with Trevor Dunn) - Science In Modern America 165 The Makers - I Just Might Crack 166 Forced Entry - Bludgeon 167 Sandrider - Rain 168 Soundgarden -  Let Me Drown 169 Isenordal - The Sorrow of a Shadowed World 170 Giants in the Trees + Kim Thayil - Drone 171 Theme From Get Carter OST 172 Heart - Dear Old America 173 Hole - teenage whore 174 Sunn O))) - it took the night to believe 175 Alice in Chains - secrets unknown 333 Queensryche - Anarchy-X 666 Screaming Trees - Nearly Lost You

Have I left out a band or song? Let me know! Cya at Dick’s Drive-in!!

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BuzzFeed Unsolved Prompts

Hey guys i binge watched a bunch of bfu this one time and compiled 40 iconic prompts/one-liners from the ones I watched enjoy,,

1) "I am not in the illuminati."

2) "Maybe it's the crazy person in me."

3) "Own it (name), say lizard people out loud."

4) "Later, I promise you, you will regret that statement."

5) "I just feel so comforted right now."

6) *sees a haunted house* "This looks like Disneyland!"

7) "People have probably died in the Chipotle we just ate at."

8) "I won't argue that your logic is flawed, I just hate it because it's detrimental to my argument."

9) "Hey, we all need hobbies."

10) "Aw fuck, I'm so scared."

11) "Hope you're fuckin proud of yourself."

12) "Hey ghosts! Tussle my hair!"

13) "So, uh, I'm not actually sure where we are right now."

14) "Nah, I thought I got bit in the ass cheeks by a spider."

15) "He probably fucks the dolls - can I say that?"

16) "Should we poke it with a stick?"

17) "Oh shit, whaddup, I'm taking a selfie with some demons, yo~!"

18) "I lived my life with one adage and that is - don't fuck with demons."

19) "We better get out of this house, somebody knocked our little bear out of his little wicker chair!"

20) *something scary happens* "Where's my holy water?"

21) "We should have never talked to the demon, dude!"

22) "Whatever, demons racist, I don't respect 'em."

23) "I think this demon's a wimp!"

24) "There's gonna be poo in my sleeping bag!"

25) "You should feel foolish."

26) "Did you just call the demon a motherfucker?"

27) "That's really interesting, now lets get out of here."

28) "You laid on the floor, with your belly bared for a demon to smack!" "Yeah and he didn't!"

29) "Let's not get caught up in the bear hands."

30) "You hear that in the distance? It's the excuse train coming."

31) "Look, I'm not here as a doctor, I just wanna see some crazy shit."

32) "This is not the case slipping through my fingers!"

33) "Oh, I can still move all my limbs, I just feel very uncomfortable."

34) "How would you arrest a ghost? I guess you'd have to be a ghost - GHOST COP!"

35) "You know what, I hope you're riding a speedboat in heaven."

36) "Let's do it before I change my mind."

37) "I'm gonna be quiet now, and embrace the darkness."

38) "Just that if anyone appears in front of me, I'm gonna pee my pants."

39) "And the worst part is I haven't got my holy water - I went to eight different churches today!"

40) "Why don't you punch me in the face, smack me around a little, you wussy?"