#RIP Sir Bobby

[martynrandles]

RIP Sir Bobby Charlton

[zippocreed501]

[rashfordxbruno]

RIP Sir Bobby. One of the greatest-ever players to represent our club and to grace football. You will never be forgotten. ❤️🙏🏼

[laudys83]

J’étais trop jeune pour la mort de Best, mais celle-ci me frappe en plein cœur…

Repose en paix légende, si seulement les joueurs de maintenant étaient comme vous.

[abubblingcandle]

RIP Sir Bobby Charlton (1937-2023)

I'll never say a good thing about Man Utd but Sir Bobby was a legend of the game and will be missed.

Surviving the Munich Air Disaster and then going on to win everything including with the 1966 world cup team, truly a champion!

[warnersister]

Make a mockery of Me.

Robert (Bob) Floyd x Reader

In which Bob introduces his girl to the rest of the dagger squad, but needs to remind you just who you’re talking to with that tone.

Warnings: just pure filthy smut

“Baby on board has a girl? How’s he pull you gorgeous?” Hangman asked, surprised: boisterously laughing as Bob introduced you to his work friends seeing as you had both ended up in Miramar due to work. “What do you mean?” You ask, leaning into your boyfriend’s side as you got acquainted with the other aviators and some familiar faces. “Well Bob is.. Bob’s Bob! But you.. you are a total babe!” Jake said matter of factly, taking a swig out of his beer; toasting to Bob “gotta hand it to you, you must have some game Bob” you crease your brows and look between your Robert and the others who seemed just as shocked as Hangman that you were a living and breathing thing.

“What hangman’s tryna say honey,” Rooster begins, dropping his sunglasses to the end of his nose in order to get a better look at you “is ol’ shy Robert Floyd here couldn’t pull a feather with a rope tied to it. Just a bit shocked you’re real, tha’s all darlin” he says with a shrug and you fairly pout, looking up to Robert with an almost shocked expression. “Bobby have you gone all shy?” You ask in a slight baby voice and the man tightens his grip on you, jaw clenching as you absentmindedly join in on the mockery with his coworkers. “Bobby here’s the most outgoing one back home, ain’t ya babe?” You ask, elbowing him. “Bob? Nah!” Coyote says and you nod “got a video of him doing body shots on the bar-” “Mkay that’s enough babe.” Bob says shortly, starting to pull you away from the hustle and bustle of the surrounding aviators and beginning to weave you through the bustling crowd of growing Hard Deck customers and straight into the large bathroom, locking the door as soon as he’d managed to shove you in.

“Bobby what-” “who the fuck do you think you’re talkin’ too little lady?” He asks, trapping you against the door as you quieten. “Bob I was just-” “just making a mockery of me in front of my friends, thought it was funny, oh Bobby’s gone all shy.. hmm?” He asks, using one hand to grab your jaw so you couldn’t look away. “Funny.. you didn’t think it was so hilarious when I was fuckin’ you stupid that night?” He eyes your face as you begin to notice the expression of lust developing in his eyes; there he was - there’s your bobby.

“Just had to go be a damn best didn’t ya?” He asked and shook his head, “guess you need reminding. Just because I call you princess, don’t mean you gotta act like one.” He says, fumbling with the perfected belt adorning his summer whites. “Why don’t you be a good girl and put that bratty mouth to good use huh? Go’on now, get on your knees angel.” He says as he releases your jaw and you slowly drop to the ground, careful to not let your dress get caught under your knees so it didn’t rip, taking his best dressed in your hands to skilfully unclasp the confinements and revealing what was being so painfully constrained.

You draw out a few testing swipes before taking him into your mouth, but this time he didn’t give you time to explore him, he just rutted at an ungodly pace into your mouth, allowing himself to use your throat as some kind of scape goat and fucking your brains out as intended. “See how you make fun of me when you can’t fuckin’ speak, huh angel?” He asked rhetorically, taking a few more fast paced thrusts before cumming into your throat and forcing you to swallow around him.

He took himself out of your mouth, a small string of saliva connecting him to your plump lips, eyes dilated. “‘M sorry Bobby.” You slur. “Ain’t good enough girl, ‘nd it’s sir to you girl” he tells you, picking you up off the ground only to push you against the door again your legs instinctively knowing to wrap around his toned torso. A hand wandered under your dress, only to discover what was.. or rather, what wasn’t there. “No underwear? Fuck you’re just tryna get fucked ain’t ya? Stupid slut.” He mumbled, positioning himself only to force himself straight back into you at an unwavering pace, your hand shooting over your mouth to prevent the agonising yet blissful screams that retaliated his motives. “Don’t wanna let them hear? Don’t wanna let them hear how shy ol’ Bobby fucks ya senseless like some cheep slut?” You shake your head “should think before you speak then, yeah girl?” He asks, but doesn’t offer an opportunity to reply as his pace increases “Bobby-” “Hm?” “-sir please” you whine between your fingers. “What was that? You’re mumblin babe” he taunts and you bring your hand away. “Sir please. Need to cum,” you beg and screw your eyes shut. “Hm, think you deserve it?” He asks and you nod reiteratively “so fuckin’ desperate.” He says “alright darlin’ seeing as you asked so nicely” he allows and you cum around him, him following suit a few moments following, time stopping as all movement was halted, the only sound a few rasped and desperate breaths.

“You alright angel?” He asked, bringing you down onto shaky legs as you nod and he holds you to get your balance momentarily. You move to try get some toilet paper to clean yourself but he grabs you “nuh’uh that’s gonna stay right where I left it.” He says, pulling you against him again “go wait at the truck” he unlatches the door “but Bobby, your friends” “go wait at the truck angel. I’ll be out in a minute” he instructs, pushing you out the door and you notice no one had taken note of your disappearance, only a bustling crowd of packed-in aviators.

You managed to walk out and stand by the red truck parked out front, leaning against the door for some sense of stability. Robert had headed over to Penny to pay his tab and bid farewell. “Did Baby on board just get laid?” Hangman shouts over the music but Bob just swallows and blushes slightly, b-lining for the door to see you struggling against the side of his old pick up. He smirks, unlocking the car and opening the door for you, picking you up to rest you down again in the car, staying silent only to walk around and get into the drivers side. He sits in his seat, reaching over to pull you into his lap so your back was against his door and sat between his legs. “Breaking a traffic law? Who knew Robert Floyd was such a daredevil!” You fawn with a gasp and he smiles down at you, stroking the back of your head as he offers you a deep kiss.

He starts the car and pulls out, ready to head back to the small house you’d both been put on for this station. “You really that shy?”

“Watch your mouth”

[chronicowboy]

Eddie doesn't even bother waiting for the ambulance to come to a complete halt before he's jumping out of the cab, leaving the keys in the ignition and the engine rumbling. He barely hears the click of the handbrake over the blood rushing in his ears, but he couldn't give less of a fuck about a runaway ambulance when the doors open.

As Chim rolls the gurney out, Hen, shaky and ragged, shouts,

"Switch!"

Eddie doesn't think. He doesn't make a conscious decision. His body just knows what to do.

Its instinct to interlock his fingers and push all of his body weight into Buck's chest. Its instinct to climb onto the rail of the gurney, so Chim and Hen can push him along as he keeps up chest compressions. Its instinct to ignore the tears burning at the corners of his eyes and whisper broken pleas to Buck's broken heart.

Its an instinct as natural as Eddie's desire to protect Christopher from every miniscule bit of pain the world throws at him. Its an instinct as natural as Eddie's urge to throw himself up an electrified ladder for Buck. Its an instinct as natural as breathing.

So, Eddie pushes.

He pushes and pushes and pushes.

Thinks about a stupid pink and yellow heart with a smiley face and it imagines it under his hands as the first rib breaks.

"Come on, Buck," he hisses. "Don't you dare do this to me."

He pushes and pushes and pushes.

Buck kept the blood sealed in Eddie's body when a bullet tore through his shoulder, the least he can do to return the favour is keep Buck's heart beating.

He'd do it for the rest of his life if he had to.

If Buck trusted him with it, wanted him to have it, Eddie would hold Buck's heart close for eternity.

Given the choice, Eddie would carry that heart with him forever.

Its another instinct that hits him then. One he can't satisfy, but the urge is there all the same.

The urge to rip Buck's heart from his chest and tear open his own ribcage so he can nestle Buck's heart right next to his.

It'd be safe there.

Eddie would make sure of it.

And if it just so happened that Buck's heart refusing to beat stopped Eddie's too, well then, so be it.

He pushes and pushes and pushes.

Another rib breaks.

"I'm sorry," Eddie whispers. "I'm so sorry."

Bobby rattles his stats off to the doctor's swarming around them, but Eddie doesn't hear it anymore than the faint ringing that's been echoing around his head since the lightning threw him to the asphalt.

Its always asphalt, he thinks bitterly. When one of us is hurt and the other can't reach them, its always asphalt sticking to our goddamn skin.

A hand lands on his shoulder, but he shrugs them off.

He pushes and pushes and pushes.

"Sir," the clinical tone raises his hackles, but he doesn't stop pushing. "Sir, let us take over, please."

He pushes and pushes and pushes.

"Please, Buck."

He pushes and pushes and pushes.

Another rib breaks, and Eddie imagines the bone spearing Buck's still heart.

The bile that rises in his throat tastes a lot like bloody words left unsaid.

"Sir!"

He pushes and pushes and pushes.

"Eddie." Its Chimney's voice.

"Eddie, let them take over." Hen.

"Eddie," Bobby calls out. Its the broken voice of his captain that makes his rhythm falter for the first time.

He pushes and pushes and pushes.

"Eddie, stop. That's an order."

A thousand ugly words spill onto his tongue, a thousand scathing comments about dead sons and giving up, but Eddie bites them back and instead:

He pushes and pushes and pushes.

"Buck, please."

He freezes, hands on Buck's chest. He thought...

A thump.

An unsteady, weak thump.

But a thump all the same.

Eddie lets his crew peel him from Buck's limp body, lets the doctors roll him away. He steps forward, goes to follow them, but...

The world begins to turn black as the doors swing shut.

The last thing Eddie hears is Buck's voice echoing in his head,

We don't go past the glass doors.

[911whatsyourgratitude]

This episode. This episode was so painful in the best way possible.

Angela Bassett in that scene with Bobby. She was breathtaking in that scene. Every line was a hit. Every beat in that argument was a gut punch. Peter was amazing this episode but that scene was Angela’s and she devoured it. Every episode I get blown away that the Angela Bassett is in our weewoo show.

We’ve had Tommy for precisely two seconds but I will rip Gerrard apart with my teeth if he so much as looks at him wrong again. Step back sir! But then to have Chimney come in and be protective and stand up to Gerrard? It was giving king energy.

I’m still upset about Henren. The way this arc is making me rage should be studied by medical doctors. The fires of hell could not compare to the rage I feel about them taking away their daughter!

Bobby and Buck? I love every scene we get between Oliver and Peter and this was no different. Bobby accepting Buck and Tommy means everything and Bobby’s pride in Buck made his goodbye even more painful.

But Eddie. EDDIE! Ryan Guzman I never want to hear you say you don’t feel like an actor ever again. That scene was devastating. Every scene was devastating. The tug and pull of the scene between Buck and Eddie was so well done. Kim coming back for Eddie to get closure? Eddie saying he was broken? That scene and the Bathena scenes have to be my two favorite scenes of the night.

Bravo everyone. I need therapy. But bravo.

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[russolaw]

Photo done by @zappedbyzabka

"He used a lot more glitter this time," Dutch commented, wiping his palm on his shorts.

Bobby trailed a finger down Johnny's bicep. The heavy paper sparkled in the sunlight. "He loves his glitter." Johnny was so talented.

"You guys know it's my turn with him, right?" Tommy said, stuffing the invitation in his back pocket. "Bobby, you got him at the last sleepover at Dutch's and Dutch got a blowjob at the park."

Dutch turned angrily at him. "That doesn't count. We got caught and I didn't get to come."

"But you got to eat him out," Bobby pointed out. He'd much rather be the one to fuck Johnny this time, but in fairness he had to let one of the others use him.

"Well, yeah. But... but I didn't get to come!"

Bobby noticed Jimmy looking off into the distance. "You okay, man? You want a turn with him tonight?"

"No," Tommy whined. "He went on a date last week with Johnny and got to fuck him! That's not fair! Jimmy, that's not fair. Let me have a go with him tonight. I bought a new dildo for him so I could DP him!"

Jimmy shook his head and replied sadly, "I dont think any of us are gonna get him tonight."

They all stared in the direction he was looking at. Johnny was with Daniel fucking LaRusso, and his body language screamed nervousness; ankles crossed, hands clasped in front of him, body stiff. The invitation was hanging out of Daniel's pocket as his stood there, smiling and nodding all casual.

Tommy let a long, low displeased moan. "Great. Fucking great."

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Daniel's dick had sprung to attention when he saw Johnny's outfit. He looked gorgeous. It was difficult for him to converse politely while they ate pizza and fries. And when it was his turn at the NES, Johnny leaned on his shoulder.

It was a relief when it was approaching one AM and Johnny yawned, went off to bed. His friends stayed in the basement, awake for almost another hour. It seemed to Daniel they wanted to stay up all night. They also kept giving him strange looks.

Finally, when Dutch dozed off, Daniel quietly padded up to Johnny's room.

Johnny was on his side on the bed. Like he was waiting for Daniel.

"Took you long enough." He flipped over and lifted up the skirt of the night gown; the base of a black plug greeted Daniel. "My pussy is ready for you."

Daniel threw his clothes off (he heard the elastic of his boxers stretch but didn't give a shit) and leaped on the bed, wincing when it shook and hit the wall. He yanked the plug out, muttering a "Sorry" when Johnny hissed. Too impatient to hunt for lube, Daniel spat on his aching cock and thrust right in. Johnny cried out. Nervous about the other guys hearing and running up to get a taste of Johnny themselves, Daniel gave Johnny a slap to his ass.

"Shut the fuck up," he growled, "or you won't get my cock. I'll take it out and make you watch me jerk myself off and you won't get any of my spunk."

Johnny whimpered at that, but he nodded silently.

"Good girl."

He fucked into Johnny hard and rough and fast, held him down by his neck and squeezed harshly. He forbade Johnny from touching his little dick.

"That clit of yours gets to squirt its' pathetic little juices when I decide, got it?"

"Y-yes, Sir."

It felt like he fucked Johnny for hours. When hr finally came inside him, Daniel ordered Johnny to tune over. He punched his tiny balls until he was satisifed and only then did he permit Johnny to have an orgasm.

💗💗💗

Johnny made them all scrambled eggs and microwaved them bacon. And at Daniel's and Bobby's requests cut up some apples and cantaloupe. He had changed into a long T shirt and panties.

With the food all out, Johnny went to sit down to eat, but Daniel intercepted him and made him sit on his lap.

Bobby's jaw clenched. Dutch's nostrils flared. Tommy ripped the paper towel he was holding in two. Jimmy glared.

Daniel kissed at Johnny's neck. "Glad I got you to myself last night, babe," he said, like he was taunting them. "You got that premium blond pussy."

Johnny blushed, and glanced around. "Daniel has to go after breakfast. I'll be ready for someone else."

Bobby and Dutch sighed with relief. Tommy smiled and continued eating his bacon. Jimmy said, "Thank God."

When Daniel went home, one of them would be next. They just had to wait.

[princesssarisa]

Faerie Tale Theatre Role Association: Seasons 4 through 6

@thealmightyemprex

The Three Little Pigs

Ian Malcolm blows down the houses of “Flounder” Dorfman and Mike LaFontaine, but he can’t blow down the house of Mike Wazowski. Eve Teschmacher helps to defeat him.

The Snow Queen

Laura Ingalls and Danny Peters are best friends. When Danny is spirited away to the north by Kirsten Arnensen-Clay, Laura sets out to search for him. Along the way, she meets a magical summer lady named Michelle and a robber girl named C.B.

The Pied Piper of Hamlin

Brave Sir Robin relieves a town of rats… and then of their children when they refuse to pay him.

Cinderella

Alex Owens is mistreated by her stepmother Miss Brooks, until Edith Bunker helps her attend a royal ball, where she falls in love with Simba. Monsignor O’Hara narrates.

Puss in Boots

The Leading Player is a clever cat who helps his master Ray Hughes win the hand of Dr. Roxanne Turner by acquiring the castle of Tom Robinson.

The Emperor’s New Clothes

Snow Miser is a vain emperor deceived by con artist duo Ed Norton and Schmendrick. Fagin and Nancy play supporting roles, as does Basil of Baker Street. Mr. Rochester narrates.

Aladdin

Lewis Skolnick discovers a magic lamp containing Mufasa, whose wish-granting allows him to marry Gloria. But the villainous Spock is determined to claim both the lamp and Gloria for himself.

The Princess Who Had Never Laughed

Amanda Brooks has been raised by her father Dr. Johnny Fever to always be serious and wants someone to make her laugh. The Brain, the Shredder, and Frosty the Snowman all fail, but Bobby Generic succeeds. Mr. Braddock narrates.

Rip Van Winkle

Bud is a lazy man who wanders into the mountains to escape from his nagging wife Adrian and ends up bowling with the ghosts of Ranken and his ship’s crew. His neighbors include Leopold Mozart and Dr. Victor Erlich.

The Little Mermaid

Mindy McConnell falls in love with George Berger and trades her voice to Faye Greener in exchange for human legs. But sadly, Berger marries a young Queen Elizabeth II instead.

The Dancing Princesses

RoboCop sets out to discover how Cinderella and her sisters are wearing out their shoes every night. Tangina Barrons gives him magical help, while Leopold Mozart is Cinderella’s father.

[diazheartsbuckley]

Hi dear!! 🩷 Glad you're back 🥰

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It was a tough decision 😁

Hi Maggie! I'm happy to be back 💗

🚨(Cop!Eddie x Doctor!Buck au)

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Eddie knows that he shouldn't go through Buck's criminal record. Especially when it's sealed. But all he wants to know is if Buck would get any trouble if he tries to go out and buy a gun. They hadn't talked about it other than in passing and Buck's demeanor had started to worry Eddie. But he also knew why. He sends in the request to access Buck's criminal record, hoping that it doesn't go to Athena because she'd probably kill him even more than Buck would. Ten minutes later, the request is approved by a name he doesn't recognize and he lets out a strained sigh as he opens up the file. Buck's rap sheet dates back to 2003. Which would make him 12 years old at the time. Breaking and entering Breaking and entering Shoplifting Shoplifting Trespassing Vandalism Petty theft Trespassing Eddie scans the file and sees nothing but misdemeanors until he reaches 2006. It stands out like a sore thumb. Or several actually. Assault with a deadly weapon Possession of an illegal weapon - switchblade Fleeing a crime scene "Fuck" Eddie breathes out almost inaudibly and drags his fingers through his hair. He knows why Buck's records got sealed - Athena and Bobby took him. But if the wrong person saw these, it could seriously backfire. And what the hell happened to Buck to make him do these things?

🎓(College professor!Eddie x student!Buck au)

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"Buck, you need to take a step back," Eddie says as he pushes himself further back into his chair, trying to create even more distance between them. This cannot be happening right now. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir. Have I been a bad student? Are you going to punish me?" Buck almost purrs as he makes his way around the desk which makes Eddie jump out of his chair, standing less than a foot away from the young, blonde man. "Are you?" Buck continues, tracing the back of his hand down Eddie's cheek and down to his jaw. "Or are you just gonna let me go away unpunished?" A hand grips onto Eddie's belt, closing the distance between them. Eddie has to muster up every ounce of self-control known to man but when Buck's hand makes it to his belt buckle, a flick switches inside his head and he grips Buck's wrist tightly, ripping it off his belt. He pushes Buck up against the edge of his desk and a low yelp escapes Buck's lips which only furthers his interest. "No, I'm gonna make you beg for it, beg me to fuck you so hard that you can't remember your own name. But right now, you need to get the fuck out of my classroom" Eddie says, his lips against Buck's warm neck.

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[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

A sad day for the world of football 🕊️ Sir Bobby Charlton, the Manchester United legend and World Cup winner has died aged 86, after being diagnosed with dementia back in 2020.

Sir Bobby Charlton scored three of his 49 goals for England during the 1966 World Cup

it's saddened to hear of the passing of Sir Bobby Charlton, born in Ashington, Northumberland on October 11, 1937, where his father was a coal miner. From modest beginnings to a career like no other, He symbolises the best of English football. He was world-renowned yet never forgot his roots.

RIP Sir Bobby Charlton 💔

#SirBobbyCharlton #ManchesterUnited #legend #WorldCup #winner #FIFA #footballer

@thetruthwilloutsworld The pleasure is all mine 💙

[shirtlesssammy]

The Winchesters 1x13: Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye

Detroit, Michigan

1972

John Winchester, freshly home from Vietnam, enters a bus station. He doesn’t know what he’s doing (aside from burying a friend, RIP Murph.) He takes a bus schedule from a kindly attendant and sits down on a bench and stares into the abyss for a while. 

Important Dialog Alert!

Dean: John Winchester?

John: Sir

Crops watered, skin hydrated, etc. 

ALSO DEAN IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

I literally blacked out. I don’t know what’s happening right now, and I don’t care. I’m going to float on this bearded, pea coat wearing cloud forever. (Also, [Boris] can exist in two simultaneous worlds where Cas is in the Empty and Dean has to save him still (99.9% of her fanfic thoughts) and Cas is in Heaven and Dean dresses all fancy for him for reasons.)

But for archival purposes, Dean hands John the fateful letter from Henry. John opens it and wonders where the mystery man got it, but he’s gone. 

Okay, he’s not gone, he’s just in the atrium watching over John WITH BOBBY!!! He tells Dean he isn’t supposed to be meddling. Dean counters that he didn’t really meddle, he just gave things a nudge. Bobby tells Dean to pay attention to things “here” and he’ll gather the cavalry. “One last hunt,” they both agree. 

OVER OUR DEAD BODIES. ALL THE HUNTS. ALL THE STORIES. KEEP THEM COMING FOREVER! 

Cue cool new title card!

At Casa Campbell, Samuel confronts Mary about her application (and decline??) to KSU. She tells him she doesn’t want to keep hunting but she doesn’t know what her future holds. Since Samuel is home, Mary guesses he has news. He tells her that he talked to a hunter named Joan who has information about a guy who the Akrida is afraid of. He asks Mary what John thinks about her college non-dreams. (Um, who cares? Sigh.) He doesn’t know because he’s busy worrying about the Akrida, and more immediately, the crystal that will help (BUT AT WHAT COST, ADA!?!)

John, in his best cursed Dean flannel, tells his mom about the crystal and its one-and-done usage (Is this a god object? I guess maybe not? Why would Chuck create these creatures to destroy humanity and then have an object that can defeat said creatures? Why does Chuck do anything?) Millie wonders about the future for John and Mary. 

At the clubhouse, Carlos states the IMPORTANT OBSERVATIONS. “Well, whoever this guy is, he is ruggedly handsome.” 

Lata is superhuman and not affected by the mystery man (just get to know him a little, girl!) They think the mystery man can defeat the Akrida because he is “not of this world.” The Akrida attack is imminent. They look longingly at the crystal for their salvation. Ada decides to drop the soul-bomb, if you will. She has to utter one word and the crystal is activated. They agree to maybe wait on that little bit. Carlos and Ada head out to find the queen while Lata hangs back to look into the lore. She wants to find a way to help Ada grow back her soul if this is the way. 

At a bar, Samuel, Mary, and John meet up with Joan (Hopkins). Joan tells Samuel their families used to hunt together, but her family died out with her “a long time ago.” She tells them about the man with no name. He was digging into the Akrida. But that’s okay because she used the Akrida portal and threw him “and his car” into the abyss. “No human can survive that.” Oh, sweet summer child. Chuck always thought he was king shit, but he’s got NOTHING on free will. She has a journal that looks a lot like John’s journal but ~isn’t~. Mary draws a knife, but Joan tells them they’re in her world now. The rest of the bar’s clientele rise. SHE’S THE AKRIDA QUEEN!

She’s not Akrida apparently. She was a hunter once. She wants them to join her (and to get them out of the clubhouse so she could move in, oops.) LATA!

Mary and John end up in her attic, while Samuel scouts out the clubhouse (guarded) and hunts for the portal. Carlos and Ada show up and they realize that Lata is still in the clubhouse with the Akrida. 

Joan wanders the clubhouse calling for Lata. Our brave pacifist tries fighting.

And cue Classic Robbie Thompson multi-scene mashup!

While Mary spills the beans on Joan (b. 1673, reluctant hunter), Joan tells Lata her life story (lost her family to hunting, decided humans are WORTHLESS (amen).) Lata wonders if the monster essence drove her mad (Mary: yep. She decided to wipe out everyone who needed saving. Hunters + MoL teamed up and banished her from the world.) Joan wants to show Lata how the magical little bugs are cool and shit, but Lata stabs her because she does not care. Things do not go well. 

At Mary’s home, Carlos has an idea. “Was this idea inspired by a drug induced trip I took a few years ago? Yes. Are we judging me for that right now?” he wonders. NO, YOU BRILLIANT SOUL. The others agree! Carlos wonders if they can use the Ostium to bring the mystery man back to them to help. YES! 

At the clubhouse, Joan and a possessed Lata set the place on fire to open the portal. Seems dangerous, but I’ll allow it for narrative progression. 

The gang rushes to the clubhouse to find a possessed Lata telling them they have one more chance to join Joan’s team. “How many Campbells and Winchesters have to die? And for what? History? Legacy?”  

She then goes on to tell them that the Akrida were created by an angry god as a failsafe. They were designed to wipe out all life on all universes (EVEN SQUIRREL WORLD!) “Lata” finishes her little speech and holds a knife to her neck. Without hesitation, Ada brings out the crystal and utters the fateful word. Lata is saved.

At the garage, Lata tells the team everything she’s learned. The queen is at full strength, and she’ll have the portal open by that night (Samuel found the portal at least!) They just need to feed the Ostium the journal and wham! Mystery Man! They need to kill some time until midnight when they can work their magic. 

John pulls Mary aside as they’re heading out. He tells her to stay behind. At first I roll my eyes like, TYPICAL MAN AMIRITE? But instead, he tells her that she’s their general and needs to stay behind so she can lead the Mystery Man into battle when he zaps back into their world. She says she has to tell him something but he defers that conversation for later, and departs. 

Fun fact. I watch these with closed captions while I do my recap, and I’m pleased to say that not only did this week’s closed caption actually correctly translate Carlos’s “querida” to Ada this time, but the next scene opens with the caption over the portal: OTHERWORLDLY WHOOSHING. I love to see it! The Akrida queen holds her palms to the air, where a swirling blue portal otherworldly whooshes. She rolls her eyes and the portal closes as she turns. It’s the Scooby Gang! “Hello, boys.” 

The team pulls out swords as Akrida materialize for the fight. 

While fisticuffs ensue, the women plonk the diary into the Ostium. It gets sucked in and at first it seems like nothing happens. Then Millie points out that something DID happen and the camera pans out to reveal….BABY! The first licks of The Who’s “Baba O’Riley” start up and the music shivers down my spine. I swear, I didn’t get to watch the episode until Friday so I KNEW what was coming (thanks Tumblr) but I am still. SO. AFFECTED. 

The car is empty (like our hearts without Dean) but Mary points out that the car is still not of this earth. “Detroit steel makes a hell of a weapon,” Millie announces as they all pile inside.

Back with the Akrida, the fight persists. It’s not looking good for our hunters. The queen reveals that the Men of Letters tried to fight her, so she used the last of her power to wipe out the MoL, including Henry Winchester. 

Mary pulls up in the car and lines it up with the queen (and John). She orders everyone out juuuuuuust in case she perishes. She guns it towards the queen, who notices the car and opens a portal. In an instant, the car squishes into the queen and all three, uh, entities, disappear into the portal. The Akrida-possessed humans drop their weapons and run, no longer possessed. I can’t blame them for fleeing the sword fight they found themselves in! The boys are JUST starting to mourn Mary’s sacrifice, when a portal zaps open and the Impala races back out! This time, there are TWO people in the car! (ohmygodohmygodohmygoditishim)

For Dimensional Portal to My Heart Science:

Dean Winchester gets out of the car and surveys the fighters. He pulls Mary out of the passenger’s seat, very much alive! 

Dean looks at his parents-not-parents emotionally. “There’s not a lot that can tear me apart,” he tells them. YEAH! I shout, punching the air. “I’m already dead,” he says, and I make a little disgruntled cat frown, and knock over a glass of water. 

He tells them he was stuck “in the world between worlds” and hopped into Baby and grabbed the wheel as soon as he saw his car passing through. Like. LITERALLY BABY IS A TIME AND SPACE TRAVELING MACHINE PLEASE LET THIS CONCEIT CONTINUE.

Ahem. Anyway. Samuel asks the big question: who’s the mystery man? Dean introduces himself as a hunter from another world. He made it to Heaven, hopped into Baby, and went for a drive….into the multi-verse. As one does. “I was looking for my family,” he tells them. He wanted to find a version of Earth where his family had a shot at a happy ending. When he was driving, he caught wind of the Akrida, one of Chuck’s last creations. He knew the Akrida would try to devour his world too. We also get a nod that Carlos IS still alive in his world! I pinch Robbie’s cheeks and tell him he’s done a very good job. A very good job indeed.

And what about the letter to John? Well, “the rules were simple. Don’t mess with anything. Well, I gave it a little nudge.” THAT’S RIGHT YOU DID BABY! “You all can choose your own destiny,” he tells them ICONICALLY. 

Jack and Bobby appear. Dean assures the Scooby Gang that they’re cool. Bobby greets him with a grimace. They’re in trouble with Jack, who set up the worlds to prevent interference from “on high.” Dean argues that the Akrida fight needed to happen to protect his own family as well as the people we’ve grown to love during this season. “If you want to cast me out of heaven, so be it.” Bobby lobbies for a second chance for Dean Winchester. We lobby for like, at least 60-70 chances. Maybe a million? Girls don’t want flowers. They want dimension-tripping Dean Winchester.

“If you’re going to meddle with things,” Jack announces, “finish what you started.” He hands Dean something (and encourages Dean to rest in Heaven - as IF). Dean heads to his parents-not-parents. His dad left him his journal, he tells them. “I lived my whole life by that damn thing,” he says with the perfect mix of love and regret. “This is my hunter’s journal. So if you’re gonna stay in this game, this’ll help guide you through it.” He hands it to John. 

Dean tells Mary that he understands her desire to quit hunting. He also tells her to keep an eye out for a yellow-eyed demon and if she even catches “a hint of that son of a bitch” she should use…the COLT. He hands her the gun that Jack gave him, and she asks him if he found a version of his family with a shot at a happy ending. Dean surveys everyone and announces, “I think I did.” 

John asks Dean’s name and he smiles a little. “Hetfield. James Hetfield,” he tells them. I think about how Metallica was “Dean’s music” in season one and experience feelings. Dean, Jack, Bobby, and Baby flash out of the world. 

The Scooby Gang looks around at each other. It’s time to go home.

We get a montage. Lata and Ada unfurl plant magic and what looks like Ada’s soul wisps back into her body. I have to pause the show and cry a little bit because it’s JUST BEAUTIFUL.

“It’ll take time..” Lata says as Ada feels her soul kindling again, but they did it!

Samuel drives away on another journey, leaving John and Mary to reconnect at the movie theater. John asks Mary what she saw in the portal. Oh, nothing. She just saw EVERY POSSIBLE VERSION OF HERSELF. Badass! She’s going to make her own way, but for that she needs to leave and find herself. John tells her that he’s going to work on the anger that rides inside him so he can be a better hunter and a better person. “No goodbyes,” he tells her, and they kiss.

In the garage the team, minus Mary, talk over a new case. It’s by a BEACH. “Werewolves don’t surf,” Carlos says. “Only one way to find out,” Lata chirps and I NEED TO SEE THIS EPISODE LIKE I NEED AIR. 

A bell tinkles and John heads out to find Mary waiting outside, leaning against her car. She asks John to come with her on a road to self discovery. In the car, John pulls out a box of tapes. Sorry, babe, but Mary was reading Hetfield’s journal and he was VERY SPECIFIC on the topic. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole,” she tells him, poetically. Mary is literally and figuratively in the driver’s seat, and I couldn’t be happier. 

Led Zeppelin’s Ramble On (Boris: Led Fucking Zeppelin!! A band that does not license their music! And when they do it’s often in the 7 figures!! And it’s Dean’s favorite band! And his favorite song! And when spn couldn’t do/or didn’t want to do it, Mr. Jackles (and co.) DID IT!!) plays us out as they smile and drive through sunlit fields. (Help! My heart!) Hope spreads like sweet air, like sun-warmed ground. They drive off to a montage of their adventures…SO FAR. 

Natasha: From reading Tumblr before actually viewing the episode, I was sliding hard into the Jack-is-Chuck theory. Now that I’ve seen it, I’ve settled into a happy middle place where Jack-is-Jack or Jack-is-corrupted-by-God\-powers or Jack-is-Chuck could all be equally plausible. Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me too much because Dean. Is. Alive. He’s got a dimension-hopping car, and the story possibilities are boundless. I hope we get more of The Winchesters, and more Supernatural, and other worlds as well. I dearly want the SUPERNATURAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE and frankly, I deserve it because we ALL deserve nice things! The Winchesters is like Supernatural, but also it’s own lovely little thing with a lot more hope and beauty than we got in the “mothership.” I want more. Just like that little soul plant, I want to see where the story grows.

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See You Next Quote-son!

One last hunt…

Whatever this guy is, he is ruggedly handsome

“The queen is about ot sing her swan song. We can’t rewind this tape here.” “What if we could rewind the tape?”

For the first time, I’m running towards hope

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RIP Sir Bobby Charlton.

(Probably the greatest pub team ever assembled.)

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RIP Sir Bobby Charlton

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i was in size manchester when i saw the news n i was trying so hard to not to cry but rip sir bobby charlton what u did for manchester united was absolutely game changing