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and-stir-the-stars · 2 years
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Cas tries teaching Jack to drive, but Jack is terrified that they'll eventually hit someone, so Cas offers to repeatedly walk in front of the car as a form of exposure therapy since he can heal himself
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Do you think Rollo, Fellow and Gidel could be in the main story? And if that's possible, could the events where they appear be canon? Or maybe they have an entire chapter giving them more development?
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As much as I would love for the Halloweenies (yes, that's what I'm going to call Rollo, Fellow, Gidel, and any other subsequent new character introduced for TWST's Halloween season event) to show up in the main story and get further development, I don't think it's feasible within the current "canon" timeline. There's a good reason why Yana said that vignettes and story events don't always fit within the main story: it's because most of them would make zero sense if they happened within the single school year where all the OB stuff pans out. This is, of course, also true of Glorious Masquerade and Stage in Playful Land.
The main issue is that important details would automatically become continuity errors. Both GloMasq and Playful Land occur around Halloween, with Playful Land happening during the holiday prep and the conflict of GloMasq taking place on Halloween Night itself. But... this can't be the case for the main story because that creates faults in logic. Yuu does not learn who Malleus is until book 5, which occurs all the way in mid to late winter--yet if GloMasq were canon in the main story, then Yuu would have already have knowledge of his true identity (since Malleus's peers are all addressing him by name). Furthermore, Yuu should only know the first few dorms' members by mid/late autumn in the main story, yet they act like they're already acquainted with all of the students in the Halloween events. Why, then, would Yuu/the boys act confused or as if they don't know these people/Yuu when meeting them later in the main story?
This goes even deeper than just making issues surrounding Yuu. GloMasq and Playful Land becoming "main story canon" disrupts the storylines in place for other characters in the main story. Deuce's UM, for example, is integral to Rollo's defeat. However, Deuce does not actually develop said UM until book 5, which, again, takes place in the mid to late winter time. It's not possible for Deuce to have his UM in autumn, when GloMasq happens. Additionally, Ortho is shown in his College Gear for the Playful Land event, which he does not canonically get until the end of book 6. Book 6 takes place shortly after book 5, meaning probably late winter or early spring, which is way after Halloween.
We cannot say that GloMasq and Playful Land occur in the year after Yuu's first. While this could explain away Yuu's wonky relationships with everyone, Deuce's UM, and Ortho being a full student, this doesn't explain why the third years are still present or why everyone is in the same grade level they'd still be in for the year that Yuu joins NRC. The first years would be second years, second years would be third years, and third years wouldn't even be around anymore; they'd be away on their internships, most of which are not on Sage's Island.
Another potential problem is that the Halloweenies showing up in their own dedicated main story chapters spoils the people who didn't play their respective events. (This is assuming that TWST would give a recap of the events Rollo, Fellow, and Gidel came from; it robs the original event stories of their impact because the truth is that a summary can never do the full event justice. However, there is no avoiding this because otherwise not everyone would have context for the Halloweenies.) It's either that, or the players get no context whatsoever for who these characters are or what their relevance is, which interferes with trying to tell a story about their development and getting the out-of-the-loop players to care about their growth. It's not like you can go back and read the original events whenever you want either, you had to have played through the events in full when they were originally running (or rerunning) in order to see the stories in your albums.
Anyway 💀 as you can see, there would be a multitude of issues in trying to squeeze Rollo, Fellow, and Gidel into the main story. Not saying that it's completely out of the question, but it seems very unlikely to me unless TWST does a rug pull and introduces canonical diverging timelines within the game's main story narrative or something. Right now, I definitely do not see the Halloweenies being incorporated in that way. At best, maybe we'd get more official content of them if they ever got more card releases or something.
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𝙱.𝙰.𝚁.𝙴.𝙵.𝙾.𝙾.𝚃
⋆ ★ 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍
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" 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊 " ⋆ ★
part ten of multiple
𝙱.𝙰.𝚁.𝙴.𝙵.𝙾.𝙾.𝚃 • 𝙲.𝙾.𝙽.𝚃.𝙴.𝙽.𝚃.𝚂
⋆ ★ warnings: smut, suicidal thoughts
⋆ ★ word count: 8k
the contents of this story will not be for everyone. if you aren't comfortable with unethical and/or age-gap relationships, then do not read.
»»———- story by 30-3am ———-««
Chapter Ten - We'll Make It Work
21st July, 15:37
Downey, CA 
Brittany had gone home as soon as she was deemed well enough, the hospitable American way making sure she was kicked out of their way as soon as possible. Heather had been there to take her home, paying for the cab and the groceries to fill up the empty fridge. She paid for it all with money she didn’t have and Britt had been far too unwell to question so Heather didn’t tell her. Either way, it made Heather feel better about not going to see her best friend the night she had promised herself she would; the night she had kissed James, fallen asleep and then, instead of doing the logical thing and running away, had ridden his thigh until she came. 
She thought about it so often: his words that had sent that hot pressure running through her, the hard grip of him as he guided her across his thigh, the undeniable warmth of him that had her hurtling over the edge before she could decide that what she was doing was a bad idea. And worst of all, she didn’t think she regretted it. It was too good. It was perfect. The way she had fully convinced this fortified tower of a man to let her in - let her find what she had been seeking for far too long. Even if the defences had only come down briefly, she had still managed it. Was it embarrassing? Yes. Was the shame skinning her alive? Almost certainly. Would she want to forget it? No. No, she wouldn’t. 
Because his lips had been so gentle against hers, caressing the flesh with every kiss and bite. His hands had been so big and so warm against her waist, guiding the erratic drag of her hips to a careful rock. His words had been so soft, so encouraging that they hadn’t left her head since he had uttered them. 
“That’s it, Angel.”
“It’s okay, I know…you can do it.” 
Even the way he had rejected her had been soft, soft and soft. 
He called to her. He soothed her with his praises and his kindness, the way she knew that in his arms, she was the singular priority. 
But. But. 
All of it was overpowered by his dismissal and the pleasant warmth his touch provided was slowly burning and turning into blisters along the surface of her skin. It made her ugly - every boil that appeared, every open wound, every glare of red flesh was pulling those deep thoughts to the forefront of her mind - ones that only occurred when her dad was particularly harsh, when she clutched her heart at night upon remembering that her mom wasn’t coming back and when she realised that no one was coming to save her. When she thought it was best if she left. Or ran. Far away. Settle herself in a raincloud where no one could find her - destined to be cold and shivering for eternity. 
Why did he push her away? Why did he bully her into believing in something that wasn’t there? She had faith in an awful lot of things and the twisted relationship they had embarked on was nestled just at the top of the list, right below God. Her belief had been so strong during that moment, that it had been the ultimate mediator as her inhibitions and her desire battled ferociously. 
And the funniest thing, or perhaps, the worst thing, was that for a moment, in his arms, she felt whole.  She felt like herself - like the world wasn’t out to get her. She forgot about every insecurity, every problem that buzzed around in her mind like a fly trying to escape a room. Because he was holding her. And that counted for something. 
Then, the fly came back. As soon as his hands were off her, it made its way through an open window again and began buzzing. Although louder this time. Much louder. Every insecurity, every self-conscious thought came crawling to the forefront of her mind, laughing as they realised he had pushed her away. Again. 
The first time, it had left her clawing at her chest, scratching her skin until it bled. The pain had killed her, had literally knocked her unconscious when she had cried so much she passed out. 
The second time had filled her with an amalgamation of rage and melancholy. As soon as she’d left his house, she’d let the anger bubble in her stomach, waiting patiently to boil over and burn her skin. She had been walking in the dark, the fear of what was around the corner an afterthought, for five minutes before she felt the heat. She hadn’t been able to scream, not when everybody else rested comfortably. So instead she simply cried. Not out of sadness. Out of irritation. Out of sheer fury that he could do something like this to her twice in the same goddamn day. 
She didn’t think she could express any clearer that she wanted him. She wanted him more than she wanted to breathe - her breaths shallowing the more he rejected her advances. She needed him to help her take a lungful of fresh air and feel calm, feel his strong arms around her, lifting and lifting until she reached heaven.
As she had walked, mindlessly trying to find her way back home, she had desperately wanted him back. She would’ve been so much warmer, so much more comfortable, so much happier if he had whisked her upstairs and held her while she slept. It was all she wanted. But he hadn’t and she was stubborn and she could do nothing but stumble into a twenty-four-hour diner she passed occasionally and sit and think. She had stayed there, coffee filled by the waitress for whom she held plenty of empathy and ignored the smell of food that made her feel sick. She stayed like that until the sun rose and she felt safe enough to continue on her journey home.
When she finally reached the Palmer household, she could barely stand, legs shaking as she slammed the door behind her, head throbbing as she opened the medicine cabinet and fumbled around for painkillers. She had stumbled into her room, using the old water on her nightstand to wash down the pills and stared at the picture of her mother until she couldn’t ignore the harsh grumbling in her stomach and had to go to the kitchen to make herself some food. 
The days after had been a blur. She had been in a constant state of dissociation, unable to look at the ground without her vision narrowing and her whole being slumping into a world she didn’t belong in. 
Though the worst of it all was that she couldn’t talk about it to anyone. She had tried to talk to Brittany when the withdrawal symptoms had calmed down and she was well enough to listen but found she could not. The confession was caught in the back of her throat and her reply to the question “What’s been goin’ on in your life?” was always, “Nothing much.” 
Keeping information like that inside was torture. Having no one to spill to or speak freely to was more terrible than the act itself and with each day passing by her as insignificantly as the dead fly on her windowsill, she could not keep it locked inside anymore. And with Brittany, asking her once again on a stiflingly hot Californian afternoon, what she had been up to, she let it all out into the open. 
“Not much,” she began, making herself busy by tidying the mess in Brittany's room. “Just the usual.” 
There was a scoff from behind her. If she didn’t feel so awful, Heather would’ve smiled at how much better her friend was feeling. The singularly good thing about waking up every morning was knowing that the only person who had stayed by her side was alive and well - that she was still smiling despite everything. 
“Stop messin’ my room up, come sit your ass down.” 
Heather turned to the woman, allowing herself the privilege of a slight upturn of her lips.“I’m tidying,” she said.
“Yeah, and I like it just the way it is, now, sit your ass down and talk to your old girl.” She stops to cough and Heather furrows her brow. 
“You alright?” she asks, concern prevalent in her tone. 
“Yeah, yeah.” Brittany waved her off, wiping her mouth before patting the chair Heather had placed there days prior. “I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you.” 
“I’m fine,” she lies as she crosses the room to sit down in her chair. 
“No, you ain’t.” 
Britt’s right. She isn’t fine. But she has things to do and people to look after. What’s the harm in pretending for a little while? 
“Just got a lot on my mind.” 
Brittany picked up the pack of cigarettes on her bedside table - Parliment’s as usual - and placed one between her lips. 
“Is it a boy?” Heather could tell by Brittany’s tone that she was meant to be joking, the question was said in jest because Heather had not indicated anything about a love life in the many years they had been friends. But the younger girl's silence permeated the room and Britt brought the light away from the smoke, letting it dangle from her mouth as her eyes bulged. “It’s a goddamn boy.” 
“No-”
“Yeah, it is,” she exclaimed, sitting up in bed - kicking the covers further down the mattress. “Who is it?”
“Britt calm down-”
“Girl, I ain’t heard a peep from you about any man before and you expect me to calm down?” She reached for Heather’s hand, the cigarette discarded as she gripped her flesh. 
“It’s not good news,” Heather muttered, quietly averting her gaze to their entwined hands. 
“Oh.” A short silence followed the monosyllable. “Oh, goddamn what did he do? Who have I gotta punch?” 
“It was my fault really-” 
“Bull. You’re the sweetest goddamn thing I’ve ever met.” 
Heather fought back tears, blinking to try and get rid of the stinging in her eyes. This was what she needed. After the days of silence, she could finally say what she had wanted to shout from the tallest building in Downey. 
“Now,” Brittany said. “What happened?” 
That was such a difficult question. What had happened? Truthfully, Heather had been trying to push the events from her brain - trying to forget the way he had touched her, the way he had looked at her, the way he had made her feel. It was hard to think about and easier to ignore so she had tried not to give it much thought. However, it was hard considering she even thought about it when she slept. 
“I um-” Heather began. “Well…” She was struggling to get the words out. Even if it was only Brittany it was mighty embarrassing having to admit that she came just from someone’s thigh. 
“Spit it out, girl, I’m on the edge of my seat.” 
Heather sighed, swallowing down her pride as she squeezed her friend's hand and focused on their fingers tangled together.
“I’ve liked him for a while.” Her face burns up as she begins talking. When she wasn’t looking through rose-tinted glasses, the insanity of the relationship started to make sense to her and a sudden wave of shame overcame her. “He’s older than me.” 
Brittany’s eyes narrowed in concern. 
“How much older?” 
There was a silence as Heather tried to gather all the courage she had. 
“Thirty-six.” 
Saying it out loud sounded awful. It sounded so goddamn twisted and depraved and she felt sick as she slowly began to see James’ point - the revelation ran through her veins like her mother’s blood, making her cold all over. 
Brittany didn’t help. 
“Oh, you silly girl.” She shook her head, looking almost disappointed as she let go of Heather’s hand and went back for the cigarette that had landed somewhere in the bed. This time, she lit it, taking a long drag and muttering a “goddamn” under her breath. 
“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Heather defended.
“You’re saying that he’s…” she took a moment whilst she did the math in her head. “Fifty-nine years old? Sweetie, that ain’t right.” 
“I know how it sounds on the surface.” Heather was pleading, trying desperately for her to understand. This is why she had refrained from telling her for so long; she didn’t want her to be disappointed. She didn’t want the only woman she had left in her life to say that she was disappointed. 
“Do ya?” She didn’t sound condescending or purposefully mean - she just sounded concerned and that was worse for Heather. She didn’t want Brittany to hate James. It would kill her if they couldn’t get on. 
“Listen, it’s been over a month,” she tried to reason. “He’s rejected me so many times, he’s- he’s respectful.” 
“No respectable man would pursue a girl your age.” She blew out a cloud of smoke, giving Heather the same look she had when she’d told her her mother had passed. 
“He hasn’t pursued me, I pursued him.” Really, she shouldn’t be defending it. Hearing someone else’s opinion on the matter made her feel disgusting and the dreamworld she had been living in was cracking at the seams and falling around at her feet; it revealed an endless void. Nothing but black. 
“Did he stop ya?” Brittany sounded revulsed, only adding to the abashment that spread like a tsunami over her body. 
“Yes!” She sounded like a child trying to defend themselves - everyone else knew that what they did was wrong but they refused to see it. “Both times.” 
“Both times?”
Heather sighed, swallowing down her tears - something she seemed to do an awful lot now that James wasn’t around to suppress the salty liquid from falling, slipping down her cheek and dropping to the floor with the rest of her disappointment and failure. 
“What do you mean both times?” Brittany was on fire, her face displaying nothing but anger and distaste. And for some reason, Heather was insistent on defending James. She wanted Britt to like him, more than anything. Because Heather liked him more than everything. 
“I-” she couldn’t get her words out, too overcome by the overwhelmingness of the confession. It's why she never went in the booth when she was a child. It’s why, when it was time for reconciliation, she would kick and scream and beg her mother not to make her go. She was terrified of people knowing what she was like because if they knew, they’d leave. They all leave. 
“Heather, honey, you gotta tell me.” Britt noted Heather’s silence, the twisting of her hands in her lap and the rapid blinking to stop the tears. “I ain’t mad at you.” 
“I know,” Heather said, even though she didn’t know. When someone raised their voice at her, that could only mean they were angry and her and only her. “I just don’t want to get him into trouble.” 
Her voice cracked as she finished her sentence and Brittany wordlessly passed her the cigarette that she had almost smoked fully. Heather took it, turning her nose up at the taste of Parliaments but appreciating how her shaking eased. 
“He’s already got himself in trouble.” Brittany swung her legs over the bed, sitting on the edge and placing Heather’s hands between both of hers. “You don’t have to protect him.” 
“I’m not-” Heather swallowed away the dryness in her throat before continuing. “Britt he…he makes me happy. He makes me feel…” she paused to try and find the words. Upon finding she didn’t have the words to express how James made her feel, Brittany finished her sentence for her. 
“Whole?” 
Yes. God, yes. 
He made her feel exactly how she had been wanting to feel. He grounded her, kept her in the plane of reality she belonged and most importantly: he made her smile. A genuine smile. One that hurt her face as it pulled her skin tight, all her teeth on display because he made her forget how much she hated her smile and it was okay to let him know what she looked like when she was happy. She didn’t feel like she had to put up her walls around him - the soldiers surrounding her barricaded castle stood down upon her command and let him walk through the rusted gates with open arms. He climbed the steps of the tower, winding and steep until he found her waiting for him. With a smile. 
“Yeah.” It was hard to stop the tears from slipping down her cheeks. Before she could wipe them away, Brittany reached up and brushed them from her face, smiling sympathetically. 
“We’ve all had a man like that before, girl,” Brittany said and squeezed her hand tight, looking away a moment as she tried to collect her thoughts. “They make you feel good in the moment but, trust me, you’re gonna regret him when he leaves.” “He wouldn’t-” Heather begins a little too quickly, letting out a shaky breath to stop herself from saying something that makes her sound like a lovesick puppy. “He wouldn’t just leave.” 
“You think a man thirty-six years older than you ain’t gonna leave?” The realisation was a harsh one, reality taking over her delusion and leaving Heather in a pit that she couldn’t claw out of. “I know you don’t wanna believe it, honey, but it ain’t gonna work.” 
“But he likes me.” Her voice was coming out all wobbly and nervous - a little less sure of herself than she was. “I think.” 
“What’s he done that makes you think like that?” 
He kissed back when I kissed him, he let me ride his thigh until I was writhing from the pleasure and he held me like I meant something to him, she thought, but decided Brittany thought she was stupid enough already and wouldn’t make it seem worse by professing her undying love for him.
“I kissed him and he didn’t…stop until the phone rang and he got distracted.” Brittany opened her mouth to speak but Heather unknowingly cut her off. “And last week he-” she looked at Britt, silently begging for lack of judgement. 
“He what?”
At the encouragement, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her voice came out quieter than she would’ve liked. 
“He made me-” her voice dropped even lower, whispering it like it was blasphemy. “Come on his thigh.”  
There was silence before Brittany barked out a laugh, shaking her head as she gave Heather the fondest look ever thrown her way. 
“Oh, Heather,” she said, a wide smile on her face. “You really are my favourite girl in the entire goddamn world.” 
Heather could feel her cheeks burning - not as amused as her friend was. 
“Why are you laughing?” 
“Nothing, nothing,” she appeased and Heather couldn’t help but crack a little smile at the situation. “Just didn’t know you were like that.” 
“Oh my God,” Heather groaned, giggling a little herself - the mood sufficiently lightened. “Britt, I’m not.” 
“You’re not?” She asked incredulously. “First you like old men and now you’re getting off on someone’s thigh? That good girl act you got goin’ for yourself is bullshit ain’t it.” 
“Now you’re just being crass,” Heather pretended to scold but the giggles she couldn’t suppress made her grievances much less serious and they broke down in fits of laughter. 
Brittany had given her a new perspective, easing her mind a little with the humour she’d provided. Her head was a whole lot clearer, the blurred lines of reality slowly coming together to keep her feet planted firmly on the ground. Brittany had her points but Heather had hers and a plan was formulating in her mind. She knew what she had to do. And Brittany was pulling her from her chair, wrapping her arms around her and squeezing her tight. 
“I don’t ever wanna see you crying over him again, okay?” She muttered softly, hand on the back of Heather’s head and stroking her hair. 
The display of affection had a lump forming in her throat, more tears forced from her eyes as she hugged back and breathed in the scent of cigarettes and the apple shampoo Heather had brought for her the other day. 
“I can’t tell you what to do but I can tell you that I've had my fair share of years on this earth,” Brittany began, her lips right next to her ear and sending the words straight to her heart. “And I know what men are like.” 
Heather closed her eyes, tears slipping from underneath her eyelashes as she let herself be held. 
“You can make your own decisions. I know you can, you’re smarter than I was at your age. Braver as well.” Heather couldn’t quell the sob that rose from the back of her throat, clinging onto Brittany harder to keep her there. She couldn’t lose this goddamn woman. “But if he does anything to you, you come to me. I’m gonna try my hardest to stay here for you. Last time was a mistake.”
“Oh, Britt,” Heather said, the tears running hot and fast. 
“Don’t you ‘Oh, Britt’ me I’m telling ya straight. I fucked up and I love you far too much to fuck up again.” She pulled back, grabbing Heather’s face between two hands and wiping her cheeks with her thumbs. “I ain’t ever had a daughter.” Tears were welling in Brittany’s eyes as well and they were the picture of pain - both of them having seen things that had been left to simmer in their minds as they slowly went insane. Brittany smiled before continuing.“But you are the closest thing I got to that and I ain’t letting you go. Not for anything.” 
Heather sobbed, her chest hurting as her heart cracked wide open with love for the woman in front of her. 
“I’m so happy you’re okay,” she said between heaving breaths. “I love you so much.” 
“Enough of that.” She let her hands slide down to Heather’s shoulders, squeezing the flesh as she brought her back into an embrace. “You don’t need to tell me, I know.” 
Heather let Brittany hold her like a baby, clinging to the woman like she’d disappear if she ever let go. She didn’t know if she could ever be without her. Sometimes, she liked to think that her mother had sent her as a guardian angel when she had passed, telling Brittany to watch over her daughter while she was away. And there, in her arms, she believed it. She believed that Brittany was meant to be in her life to help when she didn’t have a mother’s love - when she felt like she had no one else. 
Even if James left, she knew Brittany would be there to pick up the pieces - to heal her when she had been broken. 
23rd July, 18:46
Heather had mulled over Brittany’s words obsessively since their conversation, trying to think of what she would do about James. She had dodged his texts, and his calls and had escaped through the backyard when he turned up unexpectedly to “talk to Robert.” She had opened up the gate, the hinges creaking and escaped the presence she desperately wanted to get rid of. However, it was hard to deny that she missed him. She had walked past his truck that day and had lingered on the sight of it for far longer than necessary. She missed that truck. The truck that smelt like cigars and cologne, that held all the tapes he had brought her - that held the majority of the memories she had of him. 
She craved him. 
She wanted him back. 
She hadn’t had many years on Earth but she did know that sometimes, she had to confront situations headfirst - dive from the highest diving board and splash the water onto the edges of the pool. The embarrassment was settling, making itself comfortable in her chest and slowly transforming into clarity. The clouds were losing their grey tinge and painted a blue sky with white. 
It was a Sunday, her day off and she had awoken with a nervous sickness in her stomach. It was roiling as she brushed her teeth and got dressed and she hadn’t eaten anything due to the constant feeling that she was going to throw up. She’d only just managed to breathe in her obligatory, Sunday cigarette, before going into full panic and procrastinating until the sun was setting. 
She was going to see him today. She would make sure of that. It had just taken her many hours of contemplation before she finally got herself out of the door and managed to start walking to his house. 
Her legs had shook the entire time, the music loud in her ears as she walked the long journey to him. Every possibility went through her mind, the conclusion of the conversation she had been practising all day, branching out into separate roots; most of them ending badly. 
It was hard to focus on anything but her feet as she took careful steps, closer and closer to the nicer area of the city where his house loomed around the corner. There was a split second as she saw his truck where her cowardice overcame her determination and she thought it would be best if she turned around and ran all the way home. But the closer she got, the louder he called. They were magnetised - entirely connected and she felt the pull in her stomach as she stepped onto his driveway and eyed the front door with trepidation. 
Then, she’d knocked and waited patiently for him to open up and let her in, preoccupying herself by winding her headphones around her phone and stuffing it in her back pocket. She’d made sure it was completely silent before entering, just in case it decided to be a distraction again. 
It’d taken him a minute to get to the door, muffled shuffling coming from the other side that made her heart beat quicker in her chest. Then, the lock was turning, the sounds of it making the anxiousness burn quicker in her head, her body shaking like an earthquake was attacking the ground and the wood she had been staring at was replaced with something much more beautiful. 
Just like that; he was there. And she’d be lying if she said he wasn’t magnificent. 
“Heather?” He seemed genuinely surprised to see her there, brow furrowing as he gazed at her apprehensive form. 
“Hi,” she muttered, unable to take her eyes off him. It was infuriating, how goddamn good he looked. So healthy. There was not a speck of overgrowth on his facial hair, no prominent bags under his eyes and nothing to indicate he had been worrying over her since she left him in the cold. If it wasn’t for the constant messaging, she would’ve thought he didn’t care at all. 
“You-” For once, he stumbled over his words. She revelled in it. “You wanna come in?” 
Heather nodded, tucking her hair behind her ears as she entered the house where everything good and bad had happened. Despite the memories, it still comforted her; she still felt happier in his house than she ever had in her own. 
“How’ve you been?” he asked, straight into the small talk she didn’t care for or appreciate. She shut it down quickly, not willing to subject herself to the uncomfortableness and monotony. 
“Don’t.” The faint sound of the TV floated into the hallway - interrupting their silence. “I don’t wanna do that shit with you. Please.” 
He just nodded, accepting defeat as he looked down at his feet like a shamed child. 
It wasn’t as awkward as she had preconceived, their silence not even making her cringe. There was just longing. A longing for him. She prayed she would get him today, that he would finally stop pushing, hold her close to his chest and only let her go when she was dead. Looking at him, she decided that the pining was mutual and there was a tiny flicker of hope, like a tealight in her stomach. The flame flickered and grew until it was burning the house down; that tiny light expanding into a raging fire. 
“You know I’m sorry,” he said after a while, looking like he wanted to take a step towards her but decided against it. 
“I don’t want you to be sorry either.” She wasn’t sticking to the plan or the speech she had formulated in her head. It was going entirely off track, rolling unknowingly to a separate destination. A new root formed and the conclusion, although unknown, looked rewarding. “I don’t want you to regret it because I don’t.”
“Heather, please,” he protested. 
“No, I need you to know, I would do it again if you wanted me to,” she confessed. 
He was shaking his head, running a hand over his face and the stress started to become more apparent. The picture of good health he had given her earlier was slowly slipping away and left a shell of a man who was overburdened and exhausted. It hurt her heart to know she was the reason he was so tense. That wasn’t what she wanted to do. At all. 
“I can’t,” he said, his voice straining as he looked at her. “You know I can’t.” “No one would have to find out.” She was begging. Truly, begging for him to accept her, to let her in and make her feel everything she had wanted since she was a little girl.
“That’s not how it works,” he raised his voice slightly and she flinched at the tone, averting her gaze and stopping herself from saying all the things she wanted to say. “It’s not about people finding out, it’s about you being a girl. A young, goddamn girl.” His hands were flailing about, portraying his desperation for her to really listen to him and understand what he wanted from her. “And don’t think I don’t want you.” His voice quieted, the words whispered into the air and wrapped around her throat like vines. It choked her until she couldn’t speak. “I do. I fuckin’ do.” 
They stood staring at each other, Heather’s chest rising with every rushed breath, unable to come up with a reply to his statement. All the weeks of doubting and wondering if he felt the same - if he saw her as she saw him or if she really was just an old friend's daughter whom he pitied. It all came to a head in that moment. They’d reached the top of the mountain and sat knee to knee as they gazed at the view and looked down to see how far they had come. 
Licking her lips and taking a few breaths, words finally entered her head and she found what she had been wanting to say. 
“Then why?” she asked. “Why do you keep rejecting me?” 
He didn’t give her an answer, merely let the quiet wash over them and the longing remain. 
“I want you,” Heather continued. “More than anything, please, just…let me have you.” Experimentally, she took a step forward, her mouth drying as she took another, and another until she was so close to him she could smell him. 
“Heather…” He looked down at her with conflict written all over his face. She didn't know what he was thinking but she could guess that there was turmoil within his skull. She was determined to get rid of it. 
“I want it,” She muttered. “You want it.” His jaw clenched at her words, eyes flicking to the space behind her, looking around as if searching for answers before finding her again and realising that she was the resolution. 
There was a moment of stifling tension as they breathed in each other's air, a silence that added to the cloud of revelation and left their admissions swirling between them. He reached into it, hand passing the boundary as he pressed his hand to her cheek. It was a slow action - one that had her waiting patiently for contact. When his skin finally met hers, the roughness and largeness familiar and inviting, it was like being bathed in holy water. She was reborn from his touch. 
“I don’t want you to be disappointed,” he muttered, a final bid at being good as he lightly pulled her closer to him. 
“How could I be?” she whispered.  
All the questions she was providing and he had no answers for any of them. He had finally cracked, his morality shattering as she shuffled forward - feeling the heat of his body against hers. 
Her ears rang as he brought his other hand to the opposite side of her face, enclosing her cheeks with his warmth and nurture. She could feel it coming. Something new. A fresh beginning, and she had to make sure before it happened. She had to make sure that she wouldn’t have to go crying to Brittany and God and begging them to forgive her foolishness. 
“Don’t leave me this time,” she whispered. 
“I don’t think I could even if I tried,” he whispered back. 
Their words were left in the open - there for both of them to hear and relish in. 
It was there. They were there. And she believed him entirely when he said that he would be going nowhere. That he would stay with her. 
James brushed a strand of hair from her face, running his fingers through the locks with nothing but affection in his eyes. 
“I think you might be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” All boundaries were gone, leaving only them - allowed to do whatever they wished with one another. She had waited so long and it was so sweet to see him looking at her like he wanted her. He saw right through her. People like that usually scared her but with him, she was far from afraid; she was herself. With his guidance, she knew she could become the person that had been dancing underneath the surface of her skin - taunting her as it refused to show itself.
Heather didn’t allow him another chance to speak as she leaned into him, hands coming to rest on his chest and heart fluttering rapidly as she went up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his in a hesitant kiss. 
At first, it was sweet, kissing like it was the first time until he grew restless and pulled her in by the waist. His lips melted against hers as he opened her up, hands roaming the length of her torso and resting on her back. They exchanged no words as she explored his mouth, giving themselves a do-over. She would never forget the first time they kissed but it was nothing compared to the kiss they shared now. This kiss was full of promise. It was mixed with the knowledge that she would be able to kiss him many times after this - that more things were to come of this. 
He listened to her when she tugged on his shirt, pulling her lips from his and muttering, “Want you to make me feel how I did last time.” 
“You sure?’ he asked, leaning in to attach his lips to her again - not wanting to be detached from her. 
She nodded. 
“Please.” 
He groaned as he captured her mouth once more, pushing her backwards as he began to walk her to the stairs. 
“You’re in charge, okay?” he murmurs, Heather hitting the bottom step and fumbling blindly to ascend the stairs. Noticing her struggle, he pulls away from her and grabs her hand, bringing it to his mouth to press a kiss to her palm; as soon as she nods and mutters an “Okay,” he begins to guide her up the stairs, her hand in his as he brings her to his bedroom door.
She’s desperate for his mouth back, pouncing on him as soon as he’s near the entrance, pressing her lips to his and letting him find the door handle. It swings open, his arms wrapping around her waist as she guides him back to the bed. She tips him down onto the mattress, clambering over him in an uncharacteristic act of perseverance that even surprises her. Her shirt slid down her body, the fabric inching to her chest. She pulled herself from his lips to rid of the offending item, slipping it over her head and - if she wasn’t so kiss-drunk - she would’ve laughed at the look of hunger on James’ face. 
He let her take control for a while, her hands gripping the side of his face and occasionally tugging at his hair, enjoying nothing more than the groans she pulled from his throat. Eventually, she grew impatient and stopped the desperate clash of their lips.
“Need more,” she said, breathless and cheeks hot. 
“Tell me what you need, baby.” Baby. It ran through her, tickling the length of her body with the domesticity of it all. 
“You,” was all she could come out with and he made a noise in the back of his throat, hands gripping her waist as he flipped them over and hiked her up the bed. 
He started with her shoes, undoing the laces and pulling them carefully from her feet. Then, came her socks which he had no problem with removing and he began to kiss up her legs - starting at her ankle and stopping at her thighs, giving the soft plushness more attention than he had any other part of her body. 
She’s tugging at the button of her shorts before he can reach her and he comes to help her, slipping his fingers into the waistband and (with the help of her raised hips) pulls them down the length of her legs, letting them land wherever they choose to. The haste ceases after that, his chest heaving as he drinks her in. He hovers over her for a minute, kneeling between her open legs and flitting his eyes across the expanse of naked skin. It makes her feel warm and wanted to be under such careful observation. The bulge in his pants doesn’t help the ache between her legs either and as she brings them together to relieve the warm feeling, he shakes his head. 
“Let me,” he leans down as his hand reaches towards her inner thigh, caressing the skin as he teases the slippery, hungry throb inside her. His free hand rests beside her head, careful not to press his full weight on her as he takes her lips between his again, short and sweet, and pulls away to speak. “Let me make you feel good.” 
Eagerly, she agrees, nodding her head as she leans up to kiss him again, always missing the taste of him. The hand on her thigh drags upward, resting just on her stomach and waiting for her permission. 
“You tell me if you wanna stop, okay?” There’s genuine concern in his eyes, searching her for any hesitancy. She shows none and her next words confirm what he knows. 
“I don’t think I could even if I tried,” she echoed his previous words and he cracked a smile - one that was wide and reached his eyes and he kissed her swollen lips. 
It’s a sudden thing when he slips his hand past the waistband of her panties, dragging across the hair underneath and intentionally missing the place she wanted him as he stroked his finger along her slit. She didn’t even have time to be embarrassed about the wetness he would feel there and it didn’t seem he minded at all as he made a noise almost desperate and disbelieving. It elicits her own noise from the back of her throat: a whine. A noise that she didn’t even think she’d ever made before. He circles her entrance with his middle finger, gathering a sufficient amount of slick. The touch is an endless scintillation and she keens into him - back arching and mouth parting. 
“You okay?” he asks breathlessly and she’s too overwhelmed to do anything but nod. 
At her answer, he proceeds and slowly drags his finger upwards to where the ache was worse. As soon as he makes contact with her, her eyes flash open, the sensation intense. Her eyes find his, hips bucking into his hand that feels so much better than hers ever did. Her hands grip the covers as he deliberately makes small circles that have white-hot pleasure shooting through her. This was better. Better than what she can give herself, better than this thigh, better than anything she had experienced in her entire life. Maybe this is what she deserved. After everything, she had finally found the thing that made her feel like nothing else mattered. 
“James,” she choked out, trying to keep her eyes on him but failing as the pleasure took over and she squeezed them closed. 
“I know,” he says, fingers keeping their calculated pace and she finds herself fumbling for him, tugging at his shirt to bring him closer. She needed his mouth on hers with an almost overwhelming desperation. 
He understands her silent plea, pressing his mouth to hers in a hungry kiss. All teeth and tongue as he delves into her mouth. 
Nothing had ever felt like this before. No man had touched her so well, had made her feel so safe and so good - had made her feel nothing else but the drag of his rough fingers and the lick of his warm tongue. 
Pressure coils between her legs, the deprivation of him leaving her in a critical state of desire and his continued circles combined with the taste of him had her legs closing around his hand. She moans into his mouth, not able to keep up with his kisses anymore, and instead, throws her head back into the pillows and writhes underneath him.
“There you go.” His praise is back and fuzzy in her ears as tears run to her temples. “Come on, Angel, you can do it.” 
She gasps, gripping onto anything she can find and something builds in her. His muscles are corded hard against her, his body hot as he pulls down her bra and thumbs at her pebbled nipple. 
She wants to live in the moment forever. 
She whimpers as everything coils tight, her toes curling as he carefully brings her closer and closer to the edge of something beautiful. And she needs it. She craves it with everything inside her.
Wanting to look at him, she opens her eyes, seeking that blessed eye contact that only adds to the intensity curling around her body. 
He searches her face as she chokes out a breath, her chest heaving as a shock of pleasure flashes through her. She pleads with her eyes, begging one last time as she can’t take the heat anymore and her eyes flutter shut.
She knows he feels it, can see it in the way she holds her breath and waits patiently for the damn to break. 
“Come for me,” he whispers, right near her ear as his fingers keep their continuous pace. 
And she listens. 
Heather’s mind whites out, only light behind her eyelids as she squeezes them tightly closed and she comes on a whining exhale, her hands grasping at the pillows behind her head. She’s deaf to his encouragement, only able to hear the ringing in her ears as he rides her through the feeling, slowing down to light circles as she spasms and huffs out a few short breaths. 
It’s a long time before she feels herself relax, her body slumping into the mattress. She expects him to leave, to pull away and tell her that that was it and he has nothing more to give to her. But instead, he removes his hand from her panties, and lies next to her, pulling her into his side and stroking her bare spine. 
They don’t speak for a while, waiting for her breathing to return to normal and her head to stop spinning before they engage in conversation again. 
“What’s the time?” She breaks the ice, her body entirely satiated and warm as he holds her close to him with no inhibitions. 
“Almost eight,” he mutters after glancing at the clock on his bedside table and placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. “You tired?”
“A little,” she admits. 
“You don’t have work tonight, do you?” 
She shakes her head, nuzzling closer to him and seeks his warmth. It’s a strange feeling, being so exposed whilst he remains fully covered. She thinks she likes it as she traces her fingers over the pattern on his shirt. 
“No,” she says and they don’t speak much after that. She plays with his shirt and he plays with her hair, brushing through it with her fingers and making her feel so relaxed. And loved. It’s perfect. 
But, like always, the doubt comes creeping in again and her movements on his clothed chest stop as she thinks about what happens next. What would he do now? He said he would stay but she knew that men said things they didn’t mean when they wanted something from a woman. And sure, he had only touched her, not even attempting to find his pleasure once but she had been in a situation like that before - where they got you so drunk on their talent to keep you close, only to leave you when things got even a little bad. 
Remembering the past had her panicking and James wasn’t like him. He would never be like him but it still felt eerily similar. 
“You won’t-” she began, cutting herself off to gather her thoughts. “You won’t leave will you?”
His movements in her hair ceased and she felt the silence deep in her chest. It was unbearable, growing her panic until he eased her worry and looked down at her. 
“Look at me, Angel,” he said and she turned to face him, shifting in his hold and resting her chin on his chest. He took her face in his hands - the touch soft. “I’m not going anywhere.” It was said with such conviction that she found herself genuinely believing him. 
“But-”
“No, buts.” He stroked her cheekbone with his thumb, swiping over her skin as he comforted her. “I promise. I’m gonna keep you safe.” Safe. Safe from her dad, her God, that house that haunted her even when she wasn’t inside it. It sounded nice. But, she knew all too well that no matter how much protection she had, her demons would not let her go. They had their claws deep in her shoulder, carrying her away from security with big, flapping wings every time it was granted to her. She didn’t know if James was stronger than them but she wanted to see him try. She wanted to see if he could fight them off. 
As she kissed him, she had hope that he could. With his arms around her and his lips on hers, she started to believe that he could help her defeat what she had been locked in a stalemate with for years. Since birth, if she was being honest.
She had hope. For once she had confidence in the future. 
It was strange but beautiful. And she allowed it to settle as she pulled away and curled into him, finally in the company of someone who wanted her around.
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A/N: so...this took me a month to get out...SORRY!! it's okay i hope the wait was worth it. i've spent all. damn. day. writing this. it is currently 20 to 3 in the MORNING and i am so tired i could cry. anyways, i hope you enjoyed and i'll (hopefully) see you in a couple weeks
love ya
alana
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masterofengene · 9 months
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heyy , could you do &team reactions to their s/o having trouble with sleeping ? thanks a lot
&team with an s/o who has trouble sleeping.
Warnings: none
K.
Okay so he gives off the vibe that he has trouble sleeping as well, maybe occasionally.
He is gonna be a sweetheart about it.
He knows you need sleep and he knows it's what is good for your body so he is gonna try every way he knows how to get you to sleep.
Essential oils. Massages. Soft music playing throught the room.
He makes it his mission to get you to fall asleep.
"I know you can't sleep...but you have that big assignment tomorrow and you need the rest...."
Plays with your har until you fall asleep (unless he falls asleep first, his methods are very affective.
He doesn't want you to take melatonin, instead he wants to find a natural way for you to sleep.
Fuma
He may be the most fit one in &team. But TRUST he turns into your own personal pillow.
In his mind, cuddles are the solution to any problem (he's right)
He's gonna put on your favorite show with the volume down low, turn the lights out.
Then cuddle.
He's gonna spoon you so he can feel when your breathing evns out, or have you lay on his chest.
He says it's because he wants to make sure you fall asleep but really it helps him fall asleep more than you.
Hums tunes in your ears until you relax and rubs your back
Nicholas
Honestly, I feel like he has a hard time sleeping as well.
So really the nights you spend together, you guys might not even sleep.
Because you both know that your brains won't slow down enough for you to sleep so you both just...don't sleep
Instead you guys stay up just talking about your day and just playing around until the exhaustion finally wears on you two
If you guys have something important the next day. Pillow fight.
Pillow fights exhaust both of you so quickly. You could just wage war on each other for 15 minutes then boom.
Sleeping babies.
Ej
Okay so deep breath.
I feel like he would take a logical approach and do things that he knows bores you, or that you don't find entertaining.
Puts on a nature documentary.
"What? It's educational!"
He isnt even into it, but he knows you'll be so bored you'll fall asleep
Evil genius.
Certified evil genius
Lights a candle that he knows you like.
Random background noises.
Whale noises (clearly those don't work)
Eventually you fall asleep while he is reading the encyclopedia to you
Yuma
He's gonna have you drinking herbal tea that has no caffeine.
He won't do much else to help you sleep, just pull you in for snuggles and sing for you tbh.
He's gonna make sure that everything around you is calm and serene. If maki tries to come in and disturb your slumber he's throwing the nearest object at him.
Be prepared to be the little spoon. He's gonna cuddle you for days.
If he notices you tired one day, he is gonna try and get you to take a nap. Even if it's just a 15 minute power nap.
He knows how important sleep is.
Frowns when he sees you chugging an energy drink.
Jo
To be honest. I get the vibes that he doesn't sleep that well.
I feel like he's the type that stays up all night to play video games or watch anime.
You both don't realize how bad your sleep schedules are until you two stayed up until 6 in the morning and fuma walked in looking like he was ready to strangle you both for staying up all night.
From then on you two try not to stay the night with each other, because your bad sleep feeds off each other.
You two can only spend the night together once a week for the sake of your eye bags.
Gucci eye bags
Designer eye bags
Harua
He's not going to nag you into getting sleep.
He reminds you about once a week that you need to try and get a better sleep schedule going.
When he notices that you're staying up way too late, he's going to start texting you every night that it's bed time.
He's trying okay. But he doesn't want to see annoying or bother you.
If he notices that you're struggling to stay awake, he will try to get you to a place where you can relax as soon as he can.
"Please start trying to slep better...always being awake isnt a good thing."
Taki
To be honest I feel like he has just as bad a sleep schedule as you do.
Like it's just because he started training to be an idol so young so he just couldn't help it.
He was used to late nights anyway so he always had trouble falling asleep.
So when he met you you're two sleep schedules sort of fed into each other.
It was like an understood "my body won't let me fall asleep"
So you two just filled your nights with telling each other stories either over the phone or in person.
You two would just talk about your day until you finally fell asleep.
Maki
Okay. He straight up doesn't care. At all.
He knows you and he knows how to help.
If you say "I can't sleep." He won't listen because yes you can.
He knows his voice is calming to you. You told him so. So when he notices you're restless he comes to cuddle.
He does it so Inconspicuously that you don't even notice his master plan.
Lulling you to sleep with good cuddles and whatever rambled comes to mind. Sometimes he serenaded you in German (even if you have no idea what he said)
He just talks. He let's everything come out at once.
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blue-chimera · 7 months
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Sam's Gap Year (Season 8)
A lot of fans had a huge problem with Sam's actions between the end of Season 7 and the beginning of Season 8. Was it believable that Sam would simply "abandon" his brother like that? Was it selfish, contemptible?
Sam Believed Dean Was Dead & in Heaven
First, let's set the stage. It's not unreasonable for Sam to believe that Dean & Cas were basically vaporized at the end of season 7. They'd enacted a spell that was supposed to kill the head Leviathan, the head Leviathan exploded, and Dean & Cas vanished. When Sam tries to grill Crowley about it afterwards, Crowley seems completely unsurprised by this turn of events. He says, casually, that God weapons usually have "a bit of a kick." He says he can't help Sam — in a tone that implies that no one can — and that Sam's "well and truly on [his] own" now.
With nothing else to go on, and reeling from Crowley's suggestion that this was all quite foreseeable, Sam concludes (pretty reasonably) that Dean is dead — that the Leviathan-killing weapon operated via a balanced action-reaction that was deadly to the wielder, much like we'll later learn about the Trials.
Sam never doubted that Dean would go to Heaven when he died. So, once he connects the dots above, it follows logically that Dean must be at rest. (Even if Dean hadn't been a hero in the rest of his life, it'd be reasonable to assume that whoever used this weapon would be granted an automatic place in Heaven... A weapon of God that hinges on self-sacrifice to save the world seemingly guarantees that, if you believe in a just God.)
A Comparison to Earlier Reactions
When Dean dies at the end of season 1, John can't take losing both his wife and his son, and — in a desperate act — he condemns his own soul to Hell to restore Dean's life. Dean feels unworthy of this sacrifice. He's wracked with guilt at the thought that he's not only caused his father's death, but his eternal suffering. However, Dean's spent his whole life worshiping and emulating his father. So, when Sam dies and Dean feels the same desperation John had, he follows his father's example. This is partly because Dean aspires to what he sees as John's heroism and partly because Dean doesn't see his own life as worthy of John's sacrifice, so this is his way of making that sacrifice worthwhile: passing the life that's saved on to Sam.
However, the largest part of Dean's motivation is, arguably, that Dean doesn't know how to live without Sam, especially in a world that no longer holds his father. Dean's life has long revolved around keeping his brother safe. Family in general (and Sam in particular) gives Dean a reason to live. Without Sam, life seems meaningless. Dean justifies his deal by reasoning that Sam's life is worth more than his, but the truth is that Dean is more afraid, in that moment, of life without his brother than he is afraid of death & Hell.
Then, at the end of Season 3, Dean pleads with Sam not to follow in his footsteps. However, in the wake of Dean's death, Sam is experiencing the same cocktail of grief & guilt that drove Dean to his own sacrifice, and he attempts to make the same deal. When it becomes clear that these efforts are doomed to failure, he becomes fixated on obtaining revenge or dying in the process (with an early preference for "dying in the process").
Some (but not all) of these emotional wounds are healed when Dean returns from the dead. Then, in Season 5, it's Sam's turn to die — this time, in an act of self-sacrifice that's designed to save not just his brother but the world. He pushes Dean to promise that he'll retire from hunting & pursue his own happiness, and he makes it clear that Dean should not make any attempt to resurrect him like he did in Season 2. He wants Dean to have closure. He wants Dean to be able to move on & have a life after he's gone. We're robbed of seeing Sam's true reaction to finding out that Dean didn't give up on him because Sam's soulless at the time of that revelation, but from what we know of Sam, it seems reasonable to surmise that he'd be at least somewhat frustrated/exasperated at Dean's inability to close the book on him.
Given that, it's not terribly surprising that Sam tries to take his own advice at the end of Season 7 and let go.
But... is there more behind Sam's actions here than just Sam striving for a healthier reaction to grief? I would argue yes.
Continued here: Part 2
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I have been trying to understand why I was so disappointed with the Supernatural finale. After all, being a writer myself, I wouldn’t like anyone telling me how to write the climax to my story, and therefore, I more than the average viewer should have been able to respect the freedom of the writers and showrunners to take their story to what they believed to be the right conclusion.
The problem, I realized is that every story has a structure that it has to follow to get it to make sense, even the ones that are not overtly formulaic.
So I looked at a few beloved older shows that I watched through the seasons and understand what made their endings more palatable.
The Mentalist – Like supernatural, The Mentalist is not a show about romance; it is a police procedural show, with a murder solved by the team in each episode, and more importantly it is about Jane’s obsession and quest for revenge from the serial killer Red John and finally the journey towards Jane’s catharsis. But as the characters evolved, Jane and Lisbon’s equation changed from friendship to something more, very organically I would say, and the show ends with them together and even expecting a baby – a satisfying happy ending that works thanks to not just Jane’s character growth but Lisbon’s as well.
House MD – Again, not a show about romance or even friendships. It’s a hospital show and a ‘medical procedural’, that unlike Grey’s Anatomy and similar shows, is almost fully focused on the titular character. The showrunners have spoken about how House and Wilson were inspired by Conan Doyle’s Holmes and Watson. During all the ups and downs over the seasons, their friendship remains the heart of the series, and while the pairing was wildly popular in the fandom, with slash fiction being written prolifically even now, ten years after the show ended, the showrunners chose to keep the relationship platonic. As the characters were introduced as canonically straight, the writers probably did not dare take a wild leap to sexual intimacy on the show, despite the immense popularity of the pairing. However, we see the characters falling out and getting back together, thereby strengthening their bond, and the protagonist, a self-professed selfish and ‘bastard’ character, giving up on everything that meant anything to him, and driving off into the sunset with his best friend aka the person who is most important to him, again satisfying though bittersweet.
Elementary – Yet another police procedural. Most people read Sherlock and Joan’s relationship as platonic, a change from the shipping heavy pairings. Here too, the show ends with the two friends taking steps to becoming platonic-life partners after all the turmoil and physical dangers they faced over the series.
Now, in Supernatural, the story demanded a happy or at least a bittersweet ending. Why? Because of the death, resurrection, pain, literal hellfire, loss of loved ones that Sam and Dean went through, only a happy ending makes sense, and heaven, that is canonically in the control of manipulative angels is not a happy ending at all, unlike say ‘The Good Place’.
If I were to take the story to its logical conclusion, the finale would have both brothers taking the call to be semi-retired. Sam and Eileen would probably set up a Hunters Headquarters in the Men of Letters bunker. Dean would either start a Roadhouse-style bar named after Ellen and Jo or an Auto restoration business for classic cars named after Bobby. A full blown romantic relationship between Dean and Cas wouldn’t work so late in the game. So, again a platonic life partner setup, that’s open for interpretation, with Dean, Cas and Jack buying a farm where Claire and the rest of the found family frequently visit them. 
So the brothers would find stability and “the peace when you’re done” that we were promised. Dean and Cas, as both soldiers with a fair amount of PTSD, would help each other on the path to healing. Sam would never get out of hunting as he wanted at the start, but a semi-retired approach would give that to him partially, and let him indulge in research that makes sense for his academic type personality. 
The final shot would be of the brothers in the backyard of dean’s farm, drinking beer, finally at peace, not just with the world, but with each other, as having their own support system in the form of found family, and their own space would let them get over the annoyance of constantly living in each other’s pockets, forever on the road, with no control over their destiny and mistrustful of each other. We were so robbed of this – a logical, meaningful bittersweet ending that made sense for these beloved characters.
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samynnad102687 · 6 months
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Marauderstober
Oct 12th -Regulus and Barty - Scaring People in a Corn Maze
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Regulus was sitting on his couch and reading a book when his doorbell rang. Why did people insist on interrupting his reading all of the time? Regulus debated on pretending that he wasn’t home but the bell rang again and then there was knocking.
“Ugh,” Regulus got up but didn’t bother putting down his book. He wanted them to know what they interrupted. 
“What?” Regulus asked when he opened the door and his annoyance grew when he saw a grinning Barty standing on the other side.
“No need to be snippy, Reg,” Barty said nonchalantly as he pushed past Regulus on his way into the house.
“I thought you were on a date with Evan or some shit like that,” Regulus huffed as he sat back down on the couch.
“He had something come up with his family, I guess.” Barty shrugged. “Dora had called and said they were needed at home. He didn’t seem happy about it so I wasn’t going to ask.”
“So you thought that the next logical thing to do was to come and bug me?” Regulus raised an eyebrow in question.
“Well yeah. I know that James is off doing something with Sirius and I thought you might want to join me.”
“Join you for what?” 
He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know. Barty could get some quite outlandish ideas and not all of them were legal. 
“There is a corn maze that I want to go to but it’s not any fun if I go by myself.”
“What about Cas? She loves all of that stuff. Or Peter? He seems like he might like that more than I would,” Regulus offered.
“Cas is going to the cinema with Marlene and Peter is doing something with Benjy,” Barty supplied absentmindedly. 
“So… I was your last resort? Is that what I’m hearing?” Regulus accused halfheartedly.
“No, I just knew you wouldn’t come if someone else was available so I already asked them,” Barty said quickly. “Please, it’ll be fun.”
“How would a corn maze be fun? I really don’t feel like getting lost in a damn maze tonight.” 
Regulus didn’t think Barty was going to give up and he would probably annoy Regulus until he gave in but it didn’t hurt to see how long it would take this time.
“Umm…” Barty started as he tapped his chin as if he could force the idea into his head. “We could scare people in the maze instead of just going through it?”
“That was your plan this whole time, wasn’t it?” Regulus asked after a minute with a little chuckle when Barty’s grin widened.
“You know me. I would never pass up an opportunity to scare the crap out of people.”
Regulus thought about it for a few minutes. It could be fun to listen to all of the boys, who pretend to be so tough for their girlfriends, scream. And like Barty said, James is hanging out with Sirius. He still didn’t know what they were doing and as long as Regulus didn’t get the ‘I got arrested’ call, he didn’t really want to know.
“Fine.”
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Regulus and Barty pulled up to the fairgrounds with the corn maze and it was already packed. Regulus groaned under his breath. He better hear some people scream or else he was going to kill Barty for dragging him out there. He wasn’t a big fan of crowds. They walked up to the ticket booth and paid before walking into the maze after listening to the do’s and don'ts, which they were about to break at least half of them.
“Where do you want to start?” Barty asked after they entered the maze.
“I don’t know. Don’t you think we should get the layout down first? If I get lost, I’m going to kill you when I get out of here,” Regulus said with a glare.
“We won’t get lost,” Barty said confidently before adding hesitantly, “But maybe we should figure out the layout first.”
Regulus and Barty go through the maze a couple of times until Regulus is positive that he will be able to get out of it with no problem. They head back into the maze and take separate turns. Barty went right and Regulus went left. He made sure that they would run into each other again at some point but now Regulus was in the mood to scare the shit out of people. 
Since it was getting dark, it was easier to hide in the shadows and watch as the couples moved around the maze. Regulus crouched down next to a shrub at the end of a dead end and as soon as a couple passed him, he reached out and grabbed the guy’s ankle. The burly guy let out an ear-splitting scream and pushed the girl down before running back the way he came. Regulus was having a hard time holding in his laughter and had to physically bite his tongue before the girl noticed he was there.
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Barty heard the scream and it made him smile. He figured that Regulus had managed to scare somebody and before he could think about it anymore, a guy came running past him like he was being chased by a werewolf. Shortly after that, an extremely pissed-off girl came storming down the path screaming something about the guy being a coward and the worst possible date ever.
Barty hadn’t found anybody good to scare yet. There were quite a few kids who had walked past him but he wasn’t that cruel. He was only going to scare teenagers and adults. As he was waiting, a group of girls came down the path and they were already holding onto each other and looking around. It would be too easy but Barty didn’t care. He couldn’t let Regulus have all of the fun. When the group of four got so close that they were practically on top of him, Barty jumped out from the shadows, screamed, and ran in the opposite direction as he listened to the screams and swearing. 
***
Regulus managed to scare three more ‘tough’ guys before heading for the spot that he and Barty picked to meet up again. It was getting dark now and he had to use the flash on his phone to see where he was going. They nearly crashed into each other when Regulus turned the corner.
“Get anybody good?” Barty asked as soon as he realised it was Regulus and not another random guy to scare.
“I got a few guys that were acting tough for their girlfriends. The first one pushed the girl down and took off running,” Regulus said with a slight smirk on his face. He didn’t want to let Barty know that he actually was having a good time.
“Oh yeah. I think that guy ran past me and the girl was swearing up a storm as she stormed after him,” Barty laughed fully.
“What about you? Anybody good?”
“Got a group of girls that were hanging onto each other,” Barty shrugged as if it was nothing.
Before Regulus could respond, he heard a familiar voice. A couple of them actually.
“Thought they were off doing something?” Barty whispered as he got closer to the corn.
“They were but I didn’t ask what.”
“Wanna scare them?” Regulus glared at Barty and he chuckled quietly. Was that even a question?
It took a few minutes for them to get closer and when Regulus had them in his sights, he signalled for Barty to stay put while he moved behind them. Regulus always was able to sneak around unheard. He had to be when he was growing up. They round the corner and Regulus snuck up behind them and tapped Sirius on the shoulder. James and Remus were in front of him so he screamed and whirled around so fast that he almost fell on his ass.
“Pads, what the fu- oh, hey, love,” James smiled brightly when he saw Regulus standing there. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing, Jamie,” Regulus said suspiciously.
“We finished at the gallery early. I did text you to see if you wanted to come but you didn’t respond so I figured you were reading.”
Regulus pulled out his phone and there was a new message from James. How did he not notice that when he turned on the flashlight? 
“Oh. I was reading but I got dragged out here,” Regulus shrugged when he put his phone back in his pocket. They had turned the lights around the corn maze on now that the sun was down fully.
“By who?” James asked at the same time that Barty popped up right in front of Sirius and said, “Me.”
“What the fuck?! Stop that,” Sirius bellowed. 
Everyone else just started to laugh before they walked around the corn maze until they made it back to the entrance.
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watchingspnagain · 2 months
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Rewatching Jump the Shark
Welcome to “Adam is the New Dawn Summers: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!
Up today, s4e19: Jump the Shark
The boys answer a call on their dad’s old cell phone, and the caller claims to be John’s son. FRAUGHT. They go to meet him, Sam ready to see what’s what, Dean *certain* that this is some monster laying a trap. But all signs point to Adam really being John’s son and therefore the boys’ younger half brother. Adam’s mother has disappeared, and while Sam and Dean try to find out what happened to her, the three brothers have all manner of moments of strife and snipe and hurt and grump. (Dean is especially grump.) Turns out, whoops, that Adam IS a monster (a ghoul) laying a trap, but the ghoul has taken the form of the real Adam, who is very dead but was also very much Sam and Dean’s brother. Ooof.
Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.
 [and we begin:]
Lor:
oh fuck off, John
jeez, Dean
Mace:
sammy brushing his teeth is hot don't ask me why i don’t make the rules
Lor:
"but I'm hungry now" me and Dean are the saaaaame person
LOL it is adorable
Mace:
HA
Lor:
omg Sam also has mouthwash
Mace:
YAS
Lor:
our poor boys
Mace:
yeah
dean is PISSED
Lor:
yep
and underneath his anger iceburg is a whoooole lot of hurt
Mace:
yeah
don't just throw the silverware on the floor, Dean, you’re better than that
Lor:
right?
I will forgive him a lot right now, but still
Mace:
poor Adam
Lor:
yeah
"a car fell on him" DEAN
Mace:
“a car fell on him”
you’re being a turd
Lor, slap him upside real quick
Lor:
yep. we've crossed over into "no pie for you"
nah he enjoys that. and then I get all....
Mace:
yeah right, you would never
Lor:
yeah, I wouldn't. not enough that he'd feel it
Mace:
i meant deprive him of pie
Lor:
oh that.
I meeeean. maybe for a minute or two
what diner has real silver on the table?
Mace:
Lor. we just watched Dean switch them out and throw the diner’s stuff on the floor
get your head in the game
Lor:
oh yeah! I was... distracted
oh Dean, honey
Mace:
oh man, Dean. poor thing.
 his head is near asploding
Lor:
yep
and his heart
Mace:
admit it, Dean, your dad was a DICK
Lor:
as if he could hate John more AND dammit he'd thought the man had run out of ways to hurt him
YEP
oh DEAN. he needs a hug. maybe he should pray to Cas
Mace:
that’s the problem - i don’t think he does hate john and he really needs to
Lor:
well not enough anyway
Mace:
he hates himself for not being a better son instead of blaming john for being a shit father
Lor:
sloppy, John, getting your pic in the paper. terrible hunter
oooof YEP
Mace:
so this is going right into the I Must Be a Shitty Son because He Loved This Kid More
Lor:
ooooof
see, he needs pie
lololol Dean
stop throwing scissors!
Mace:
omg the spazzing
Lor:
(course, maybe he's doing it on purpose to protect Sammy from having to go down there)
Mace:
(maybe)
Lor:
(I can never decide which I think it is)
Mace:
EWEWEW
Lor:
ick
oooo you clean that gun, Dean, you clean it good
Mace:
HA
Lor:
I mean. Dean is
just not for a JOB
Mace:
yeah
oh Sam
always steps up with the logic
Jesus, Dean, sitting as far away as he can
Lor:
"nobody just says okay"
YEP
Mace:
Dean. It’s not HIS fault.
Lor:
nope
Dean is SUCH a whirl of emotions
Lor:
omg both of them yelling "no" at little brother
Mace:
YES
“welcome to the family”
AHAHAHA
poor Sammy
Lor:
poor Sammy. welcome to being the middle kid, Sam
Mace:
Somehow he’s always been the middle kid
Lor:
HA!
YES
(do you remember how this goes?)
Mace:
(i do not)
Lor:
(oh HO. very good, then)
Mace:
(well, I mean, Adam ends up as Michael, if that’s what you mean)
Lor:
(that is not what I mean)
Mace:
I love that little bracelet on Sam’s wrist
Lor:
it COULD have been over if the writers hadn't dropped the ball all the way to the center  of the earth at the end
YES
Mace:
YUP
Lor:
nnnnnggggg Dean crouching by the car
Mace:
is he wearing…italian boots?
Lor:
he is wearing SOME kind of very special boots that he did NOT buy at Macy's, that's for sure
pets him
this is why you never park over top of shit
Mace:
Ha!
Lor:
lol poor Bobby. "MORE of you snot nosed Winchesters to look after? I'm gonna resurrect your son of bitch father so I can shoot him myself"
Mace:
AHAHAHA YES
oh WAIT I THINK I REMEMBER NOW WHAT HAPPENS
OOOOOO
Lor:
LOL
Mace:
Dean is STRUGGLING with stuff
Lor:
he REALLY is
Mace:
wants to hate the kid but also wants to protect him
Lor:
YEP
Mace:
Big Brother pull is strong with this one
Lor:
yep
oh Sam
Mace:
“i think it’s too late for us"
oh DEAN WINCHESTER
they are beautiful boys, but DAMN they are messed up
Lor:
they REALLY are
"well then I'll look again"
Mace:
stubborn
Lor:
his little hufflepuff heart can't handle not caretaking his little brother
Mace:
ha!
“sloppy Joe” DEAN WINCHESTER NO
Lor:
lol I love that he makes his quips when there's no one to hear them though
Mace:
I prefer when he says “son of a bitch"
Lor:
ditto
oooof Dean
Mace:
yeah
oh he’s got his thinking cap on
Lor:
lol
EW
Mace:
agreed
EWEWEW
STOP CUTTING MY STRINGBEAN
Lor:
RIGHT?
ooof Dean you can stop now
Mace:
Jesus, Dean.
Lor:
you probably wanna raise them higher than that too Sam
Mace:
yeah
Lor:
"Adam's in a better place" not for looooong
Mace:
i don’t remember how he comes back
is it because dean says no to michael?
Lor:
the angels bring him back when Dean says no, yeah
Mace:
stop insulting sammy, dean
Lor:
"you take it any way you want" ooooooof
The Fraught Brothers Ride Again
Mace:
cripes, boys
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perspectivestarters · 6 months
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Perspective's Sentence Starters; GUTS by Olivia Rodrigo (Part II)
LOGICAL
God, you're so good at what you do.
I'd put myself through hell for you.
I fell for you like water falls from the February sky.
No, I couldn't get out if I tried.
It was all in my mind.
I'm the love of your life.
No, love is never logical.
You built a giant castle with walls so high I couldn't see.
And all the things you did to me...
The sky is green, the grass is red, and you mean all those words you said.
I'm sure that girl is really your friend.
Our problems are all solvable.
Loving you is loving every argument you held over my head.
You brought up the girls you could have instead.
Said I was too young, I was too soft.
Said I can't take a joke, can't get you off
Oh, why do I do this?
I know I'm half responsible and that makes me feel horrible.
I know I could've stopped it all.
God, why didn't I stop it all?
GET HIM BACK!
I met a guy in the summer, and I left him in the spring.
He argued with me about everything.
He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye.
He said he's six-foot-two, and I'm like, "Dude, nice try".
He was so much fun.
He had such weird friends.
He would take us out to parties, and the night would never end
When hе said something wrong, he'd just fly me to Francе.
I miss him some nights when I'm feeling depressed.
I remember every time he made a pass on my friend.
Do I love him? Do I hate him? I guess it's up and down.
I wanna get him back.
I wanna make him really jealous.
I wanna make him feel bad.
I really miss him, and it makes me real sad.
I want sweet revenge.
I write him all these letters.
I miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh.
Everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do.
He said I was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth.
When I told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me I was trippin'.
I am my father's daughter.
Maybe I could fix him.
I wanna key his ca.
I wanna make him lunch.
I wanna break his heart, then be the one to stitch it up.
Wanna kiss his face with an uppercut.
I wanna meet his mom just to tell her her son sucks.
I'll get him back.
I'm gonna get him so good, he's not even gonna know what hit him.
He's gonna love me and hate me at the same time.
Get him back, girl.
You better get him back!
I got him really good.
LOVE IS EMBARRASSING
I told my friends you were the one after I'd known you, like, a month.
Then you kissed some girl from high school?
I stayed in bed for, like, a week when you said space was what you need.
Waited by my phone like a goddamn fool.
Now it don't mean a thing.
God, love's fuckin' embarrassing.
Watch as I crucify myself for some weird second string loser who's not worth mentioning.
I consoled you while you cried over your ex-girlfriend's new guy.
My God, how could I be so stupid?
You found a new version of me and I damn near startеd World War III.
Jesus, what was I even doing?
I give up everything.
I placed my bets, and it's not worth anything.
I keep coming back for more.
I'm planning out my wedding with some guy I'm never marrying.
THE GRUDGE
I have nightmares each week.
One phone call from you and my entire world was changed.
Took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers.
I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did.
I hold onto every detail like my life depends on it.
My undying love, now, I hold it like a grudge.
I hear your voice every time that I think I'm not enough.
I try to be tough, but I wanna scream.
How could anybody do the things you did so easily?
You know I can't let it go.
I've tried for so long.
It takes strength to forgive, but I don't feel strong.
The arguments that I've won against you in my head.
I fantasize about a time you're a little fuckin' sorry
I try to understand why you would do this all to me.
You must be insecure, you must be so unhappy.
We both drew blood, but, man, those cuts were never equal.
Do you think I deserved it all?
You built me up to watch me fall.
You have everything, and you still want more.
But even after all this, you're still everything to me.
I know you don't care, I guess that that's fine.
It takes strength to forgive, but I'm not quite sure I'm there yet.
PRETTY ISN'T PRETTY
I bought a new prescription to try and stay calm.
There's always somethin' missing.
There's always somethin' in the mirror that I think looks wrong.
When pretty isn't pretty enough, what do you do?
I'd always feel the same.
Pretty isn't pretty enough anyway.
You can win the battle, but you'll never win the war.
You fix thе things you hated, and you'd still feel so insecure.
I try to ignorе it, but it's everything I see.
It's on the poster on the wall, it's in the shitty magazines.
It's in my phone, it's in my head, it's in the boys I bring to bed.
I don't know why I even try.
I bought all the clothes that they told me to buy.
I chased some dumb ideal my whole fucking life.
None of it matters.
You just feel like shit over and over again.
It'll never change.
TEENAGE DREAM
When am I gonna stop being wise beyond my years and just start being wise?
When am I gonna stop being a pretty young thing to guys?
When am I gonna stop being great for my age and just start being good?
When will it stop being cool to be quietly misunderstood?
Got your whole life ahead of you.
I fear that they already got all the best parts of me.
I'm sorry that I couldn't always be your teenage dream.
When does wide-eyed affection and all good intentions start to not be enough?
When will everyone have every reason to call all my bluffs?
When are all my excuses of learning my lessons gonna start to feel sad?
Will I spend all the rest of my years wishing I could go back?
They all say that it gets better.
It gets better the more you grow.
But what if I don't?
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disneymbti · 1 year
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Loved your post on the mbti, big three, and enneagrams for the characters in That ‘70s Show and That ‘90s Show. I’d love to hear your thoughts on Kitty, Red, and Bob, too! :)
Hi there, sweetie! I really hope you like this a lot!
Kitty Forman's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type
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MBTI Type: ESFJ [The Consul]
As extroverts, Confidants are talkative, energetic, and thrive around people. They prefer not to spend too much time alone.
Highly observant, their focus lies more on the details than on how everything connects together. They trust facts over theories—and they make decisions based on what they can see right now.
ESFJs are feelers who prioritize emotion rather than logic in their decision-making.  Empathetic and diplomatic, they do what feels right rather than what makes sense.
They’re structured and organized, preferring to plan ahead so they know what’s going to happen. They like rules, processes and schedules.
Big Three: Libra Sun, Cancer Moon and Pisces Rising
Libra Sun: Libra is ruled by the airy part of Venus, making them bon vivants, critical, and artistic — as well as forever stylish.
Cancer Moon: The emotions of Cancer Moons have no limits, restraints, or depths. This is a cosmic placement that often leads to sweetness, kindness, emotional awareness and responsibility. 
Pisces Rising: The Pisces ascendant commits fully to their beliefs, and has an active imagination.
Enneagram Type: 2w1 [The Companion]
Basic Fear: Enneagram type two-wing-ones fear being unwanted by those they love. They tend to take on a caretaker role to serve others and avoid feelings of insecurity.
Basic Desire: They desire love and acceptance above all else. They are service-oriented and humble, seeking to help better the lives of those in their community.
Companions tend to stifle and repress their negative emotions and personal desires. They may feel internally conflicted as they work to meet everyone else’s needs but their own.
Red Forman's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type
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MBTI Type: ESTJ [The Executive]
ESTJ types are very high energy. They’d rather spend their time with other people than alone.
They tend to pay more attention to the details of a situation. They make decisions based on what they see right now.
Executives base their decisions on what makes sense, rather than what feels right. They listen to their head, not their heart.
They are responsible and like to plan ahead. They hold themselves accountable by making lists and following set processes and rules.
Big Three: Sagittarius Sun, Capricorn Moon and Aries Rising
Sagittarius Sun: Sagittarius is governed by the expansive planet Jupiter, and is known for a free-spirited, globe-trotting, philosophical mindset — and wild streak.
Capricorn Moon: The Capricorn Moon is reflective and contemplative, working to build a better foundation with those they care about.
Aries Rising: Aries ascendants are known as the go-getters of the zodiac. They don’t let anything stand in their way of achieving their personal goals.
Enneagram Type: 8w9 [The Diplomat]
Basic Fear: Eights with a nine wing fear being hurt by others. They avoid situations in which they have less control, generally preferring to be in positions of leadership.
Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to guard themselves against threats and control their own destiny. They may express this by asserting independence at a young age.
Diplomats defend themselves by building emotional walls and denying vulnerability. They seek to appear strong, subconsciously believing that being too emotional will make them seem weak.
Bob Pinciotti's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type
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MBTI Type: ENFP [The Campaigner]
ENFP types are generally very outgoing and lively, preferring to go out rather than stay in. They love conversing with other people and generally process their thoughts externally.
They are great problem solvers and enjoy figuring out how everything is connected. They tend to focus more on the future than the present.
Campaigners like to keep the peace and avoid conflict. They care more about subjective principles than logic and fact. 
They are flexible and spontaneous, preferring to keep their options open. They dislike routines, schedules, and strict rules.
Big Three: Cancer Sun, Libra Moon and Sagittarius Rising
Cancer Sun: Ruled by the Moon, Cancers are emotionally mature, intuitive, sensitive, and artistic. They are guided by their tender, loving, and protective hearts.
Libra Moon: Moon in Libra is makes for a relationship-oriented individual. They may base their decisions upon how they are viewed by others. 
Sagittarius Rising: Sagittarius risings are jovial, optimistic, and full of energy. They sparkle with confidence, and you can't help but sparkle back when you're around them.
Enneagram Type: 6w7 [The Confidant]
Basic Fear: Six wing sevens’ fear losing their support system. This may be expressed through self-deprecating humor, in which they seek affirmation and assurance from other people.
Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to feel safe and supported. They show this by being loving and supportive to others. They honor their commitments and are very loyal to their friends.
Like other sixes, Confidants defend themselves by projecting their feelings, which may lead them to misunderstanding themselves and their relationships.
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nogenderbee · 2 months
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 ₊˚ˑ༄
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ happy birthday to Luka Luka!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff
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For few months now, you've been getting ready to bake cake for your girlfriend this year instead of buying one! You've made that decision after seeing other couples baking for each other on the internet and your abilities escalated since then. You even baked few cookies for christmas!
Though it's nothing compared to what you had in mind... you wanted to bake small strawberry shortcake. Maybe it's not world's hardest cake but it was only natural for you to struggle when it was meant to be a birthday gift for your girlfriend!
You and Luka were supposed to have your birthday date in the evening so luckily for you, you didn't had to wake up too early in the morning.
You've been calmly decorating the cake now, taking your time and making sure it's pretty enough! You wanted to make sure that both, sprinkles, frosting and little strawberries on top will be well accompanied. You didn't even noticed how quickly time passed and got quite surprised when you heard your phone ringing.
Of course you quickly picked it up and put it on speaker so you could multitask a bit.
"Hello?"
"Hi Y/N! I'll be at your door in 5 minutes. I'll come by car so I ca take us to the place this time."
"L-Luka?! Oh, right! Sure! I... I can't wait!"
You hanged up and tried to logically think of something. Toppings on cake aren't done yet but you're still in your casual clothes and you just best your girlfriend has some pretty outfit like always!
Of course, you picked to quickly get dressed up and get the packaging for the cake ready so you can quickly close it in case you hear doorbell.
And before you could even touch the heart sprinkles to add on top as final touch, you heard dorbell... you tried quickly yet aesthetically wrap little cake in box but constant dorbells weren't helping... You finally closed it, hid it behind your back and opened the door in slight panic, feeling the adrenaline.
"Hey Luka! I'm... almost done!"
"Oh? My bad, I didn't wanted to rush you. I could wait for you in the living room as you finish getting ready?"
You were about to agree but then you remembered the living room is right next to the kitchen and she'd definitely notice what's going on!
"I'm actually done! Let's just go!"
Pink haired girl nodded and you both entered her car, she was about to start the engine but stopped mid way.
"I have one question though... since when did you start using such a sweet strawberry perfume?"
"Uh- recently! Haha..."
"Oh? So this box in your hand isn't anything big and also isn't the reason you're so nervous?"
And that's how you were caught red handed... you almost forgot how good intuition your girlfriend has.
With head facing down, you handed her your little gift as you looked away, a bit nervous if she'll even like it.
"It's nothing fancy but... I just thought it might be nice addition?"
Her on the other side, opened gift carefully and chuckled once she saw strawberry shortacake with the pretties topping! She carefully took little fork on it's side and tried it, smile of delight immidietly painting her face.
"Mmm~ It's perfect! Thank you so much for making it for me, my dear~"
"No problem!! I'm just.. glad you like it and... Happy Birthday, Luka!"
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@bleachtheidiot - come get your elegant woman!
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eisforeidolon · 1 year
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So apparently the conspiracy nuts are convinced the latest episode of TW had some kind of parallel between John & Mary and Dean & Cas, so OMG PROOF, it's totally gonna be canon for realz (again. this time.)!
Sigh.
Aside from the fundamental absurdity of thinking a show about entirely different characters only exists as a vehicle to validate a ship from the original show? Which somehow manages to raise the bar for wackiness above the already pretty absurd standard of thinking the original show was about Dean & Cas? The fundamental problem with these kinds of conspiracy metas is they fail to account for very basic common sense and logic when it comes to audience and significance.
A television show is never going to tell a story entirely through hidden clues and obscure parallels the general audience will either not notice or not read significance in. Which is not to say subtle elements don't ever exist at all - but when they do? It will be in service of underlining the already ongoing explicit storyline that's repeatedly made obvious to even casual watchers. So no, a random similarity between two scenes or minor storylines literal years apart (especially in entirely different shows) is not purposefully placed to signpost (or bait) a storyline that otherwise doesn't exist. I can think of no better highlight to how inane it is to think otherwise than how SPN previouslies would reiterate major things that happened just one or two episodes prior because they had that little faith in the audience's ability to follow along. The creators aren't catering to a secret group of ~*chosen ones*~ special enough to ~*understand*~ a hidden storyline that requires a metric ton of credulity following a hidden trail of clues over a decade and a half - they're catering to whatever general audience will tune in to a silly CW genre show for at least a little while.
Our brains are made to seek out patterns, but when we start from the expectation there must be a pattern? We're so good at finding them we'll create one out of purely coincidental noise. Which is why any legitimate and remotely successful attempt to predict what will happen in a fictional story has to start with an ability to distinguish between what realistically makes sense as a legitimately purposeful similarity - and what doesn't. Because of medium, because of genre, because of the clear-cut ongoing storylines, because of overarching themes, because of the prominence of the characters in the canon, because of what TPTB say their intentions are, etc.
The dumbest one of these I recall seeing was someone insisting a similar framing of shots between 10x22 SPN and 2x03 of Dark Angel by the same director thirteen years apart was a super sneakret clue to D/C. To get there? You have to ignore the potential sheer fucking coincidence fight scenes might be blocked similarly. You have to ignore that said director might just have personal preferences that show up in his work in general. You have to ignore that the vast majority of the audience would either not have seen both or not remembered any particular similarity, again, thirteen years apart on different shows. You have to ignore not only the pure absurdity of assuming a vaguely similar scene between a romantic pair and an otherwise platonic one PROVES the second is also/going to become romantic - for SPN particularly, a show that constantly used romantic parallels and tropes with Sam & Dean? But you also have to ignore the dunce cap on top where Max & Alec weren't a canon romantic pairing either.
That is exactly the kind of meta you end up with when you ignore whether or not something being significant genuinely makes sense in favor of deciding to believe that there MUST not only be a pattern there, but the pattern you want to see there, BECAUSE you desperately want it. Anyone who does that and then dares to get mad at the show(s) because they refused to actually engage a single solitary brain cell in remembering how tv storytelling works before setting their expectations ...
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ladylilithprime · 1 month
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A Bit Of A Fixer-Upper
Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: past Charlie Bradbury/Gilda, pre-Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)
Rating: General
Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Political Ramifications Of Magical Revelation, Autistic Cas and Jimmy, Supportive Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester Is The Best Boss Ever
Summary: Charlie Bradbury was a fixer, the kind of person who stuck it out in bad situations with needy people and tried to make things better. It wasn't much surprise that she would end up working for a half-faerie cafe owner who was exactly the same.
For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!
Prompt: Day 15: Craft
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CHARLIE BRADBURY WAS a fixer. It was in her nature to see a problem, come up with a solution or six, and then try and fix things. It was why she had lied about her age and education in order to get a job to help pay for her mother's cancer treatments when she was fourteen. It was why she had stuck it out in IT for years despite being vastly overqualified due to her abilities as a hacker. It was why she had stuck it out with her ex-girlfriend until it became abundantly obvious that, despite how much fun they had, they had wanted different things, and also why their breakup had been amicable enough to remain on friendly terms. It was how and why, when her hacking had turned up trails of corruption and embezzlement by her boss, she had contacted her ex who had put Charlie in touch with her cousin and she had gotten Dick Roman fae-cursed and sent to jail.
And it was why, when she had realized that the faerie who went by Sam and was willing to trade his cursing services for three days of help in the cafe he owned was trying to run a cafe by himself while also taking care of a small child? She had quit her IT job that she honestly hated more than she let on and moved across the country to become the first full time human employee at Lighthouse CommodiTeas. The cafe was not especially different from working IT, really, aside from her efforts to make a truly excellent cup of coffee earning much more appreciation and the lack of fear from assholish or abusive customers who threatened to have her fired if they didn't get their way. Sam had one rule for his cafe's customers, posted in plain sight for all to see and heed: be polite or else . Any dispute between Charlie and a rude, entitled customer had Sam fully on her side with no uncertainty thanks to his ability to tell when someone was lying, and the starting salary was $25 an hour on top of full coverage health and dental insurance which was unheard of in food service jobs run by humans!
When she had asked Sam why, he had shrugged. "I'm over fourteen hundred years old and have had plenty of time to amass a small personal fortune which I don't actually need much of to live simply and comfortably here in the mortal world. I have the cafe mostly to provide an employment history and proof of domicile for my son's school and to give me something to do day to day that keeps me in touch with the mortal world and the times. Since I'm independently wealthy, don't bother drawing more than a nominal salary from the cafe earnings for myself, which leaves plenty to pay any employees I might acquire a perfectly livable wage for the area after purchasing ingredients and disposable stock like the custom cups and paper napkins. Paying you a livable wage reduces your stress from worrying how to afford things like rent, utilities, and food, which means you're more relaxed and able to work the hours you need while still getting the breaks you need to remain healthy and happy working here. Frankly, I thought the logic was obvious. It's bizarre that so many human employers don't see it that way."
It was hard to argue with that, as a couple customers who tried to berate Charlie for "laziness" when she was on break found out. He wasn't wrong, either, which tended to frustrate the real douchebags who were unfortunately still smart enough to escape before magic got involved. But Charlie had since learned that many of the small businesses on Seven Mile Island, especially in the borough of Avalon, followed that same salary practice. When she had mentioned that to Sam, he had smiled fondly and only said, "Imagine that."
Rowena MacLeod, the proprietor of The Kitchen Witch who, it turned out, was also an actual witch, was more forthcoming.
"Samuel is a more influential person on this community than he is quite willing to admit, and there is a remarkably large number of magicals here," she had told Charlie, sipping at the cup of tea Charlie had brought her from the cafe as a bribe for a chat. "Regardless of what he may believe his motives were for choosing to move here with his son and open the cafe, he is of the Fair Folk. Magic calls to magic, and for all his skill in battle magics his fundamental nature is remarkably... kind. The man wants to help people, but he doesn't think most humans will trust a faerie to help them outright. And, I'm sad to say, he is frequently correct."
It made sense, when Charlie thought about it. Sam was a fixer, like her, and with far more power than she had, but limited in how he could fix things by his own nature and the mistrust of the wider human populace still getting used to the idea that magicals existed alongside them. Charlie hadn't even been born when the Magical Revelation occurred, but learning about it in school had been a frustrating mix of religious fear mongering and nationalist propaganda. She had learned a lot more actual facts about it all from her various coworkers in IT, particularly Ian who had claimed to have hacked the Pentagon and found reports about a treaty made with the United Nations and the Grand Coven headed by...
Rowena had smiled at Charlie's very wide eyes, patted her on the hand, and gotten up to return to the open kitchen behind the bar. Reeling from her own realization, and just a little turned on, Charlie had decided then and there that she was going to do everything in her own limited human power to help her new boss and brother she never had fix as much of the world as came their way to be fixed.
Case in point: Cas and Jimmy Novak.
It wasn't that there was anything wrong with them. Frankly, they were more well-adjusted than some of Charlie's old coworkers had been. The codependency had been a little concerning at first, but it was understandable considering their history and the way they had both developed their coping strategies. It had actually taken the whole first week that the twins had been working at the cafe before Charlie had realized that Jimmy was also autistic, just better at masking than Cas was. That was also when she had realized that the pair really wanted to stay on and didn't know how to bring it up.
So she did it herself. She started by honestly telling them within Sam's hearing how much more smoothly things had been going with the both of them on staff with her and the boss, and how well they fit into the controlled chaos of the cafe. She complimented the cookies Cas had made - seriously, they were amazing - and theorized that if the cafe started selling them they'd bring in even more business, especially from people who'd been frustrated by the lack of food available before because Charlie couldn't bake to save her life and it wasn't safe for Sam to make the food and risk the magical backlash of a human eating faerie-made food in a faerie's domain. And she had casually mentioned that her apartment building in Ocean City had finally cleared out the apartment two doors down from her since the previous tenant had been arrested three weeks ago.
Sam wasn't the least bit surprised when she requested one of her paid time off days coinciding with Cas's first Thursday off so she could take him grocery shopping. Cas was surprised, and just a little wary, but Charlie was patient and persistent, and eventually he relaxed around her. It took some more careful questions amid her asking about his and Jimmy's respective sensory issues as related to food to learn about his stimming and the ring Jimmy wore, and why Jimmy was the one to wear the ring Cas used to stim.
It gave her an idea, piggybacked off of the project she had helped Jack with the previous December. There was a lot more effort involved, keeping the beads smooth and the various strips of leather soft while keeping the runes she consulted with Rowena on and carved into the surface clear. She worked on it secretly for a week and eventually brought it with her, wrapped in a scrap of leftover newspaper, to present to Cas on Monday morning. The look on his face when he saw the swirling blue and white lapis and shimmering black and gold obsidian beads knotted up in black leather cord and woven with the thicker black leather rune-carved bands was gratifyingly awed.
"It's not a replacement for your primary anchor," she assured them both. "The runic spell just bolsters calm; it doesn't suppress anxiety. I just figured maybe it could help when you have your respective days off. Just give it a try today while you're both here then see if it'll help tomorrow."
"And what do you want in exchange?" Cas whispered, running his fingers testingly over the beads.
"I," Charlie reminded him with a beaming smile, "am not a faerie."
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aerialworms · 9 months
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Thanks for the WIP meme tag! Can I ask for more details about Boldly Go, please? 👀
Absolutely, thank you for asking!!!
Boldy Go is the first fic I wrote in my Destiel Star Trek fusion AU, Tales From the USS Impala. It's a PWP where Dean (First Officer) notices Cas (half-Vulcan Captain) has been getting real stressed and is taking it out on the crew, so he suggests they sleep together as stress relief (and totally not cause he has a crush on his captain or anything, no, he just respects his uh. professionalism.) Cas sees this as a logical arrangement to meet both of their needs, and doesn't read any emotion into it, leaving Dean confused and a little hurt at the end when he treats it like a one-night stand.
What was difficult to write about it is that I wrote it from Cas' POV (in third person, but following Cas), and trying to write smut while using the voice of someone who a) is unfamiliar with human expressions and emotions, and b) would not know 'sexy-sounding' words for genitals etc was incredibly hard (pun intended). Mad respect to K/S shippers who write from Spock's POV! I think I pulled it off, though. I did try writing it from Dean's POV, but I found getting into Cas' head and observing Dean's behaviour from his alien point of view was way more interesting to me, if more difficult to get right. Plus, from Dean's POV Cas came off as detached and cold, but I wanted to show that despite his mask of emotionlessness he feels deeply, just like Spock.
That said, I might rewrite it once I've written the first (chronologically) fic in the series. I'm wary of changing their characters in the prequel to this, so I want to have that drafted before I edit this one and the third in the series, since how they meet/interact in the prequel will inform their characterization later on. We'll see!
Also, fun fact: Boldly Go is a working title, shorthand in my WIP folder for To Boldly Come (Where No Man Has Come Before). There's a good chance I'll just publish it under that name, since I can't think of a better one 😁
Some behind the scenes stuff: I wrote this fic at the start of NaNoWriMo last year, after saying I was going to spend November finishing my other WIPs. I'd just started watching Star Trek and absolutely loved the Kirk/Spock dynamic and thought it mapped well onto Dean/Cas. So naturally, instead of working on any of my other fics, my brain latched onto the AU and made me write it. It was just supposed to be a oneshot (And then I was totally gonna go work on my WIPs!), but then I kept thinking of more and more fic ideas for this fusion AU, and I wanted to tell the story of how they met (A Rose By Any Other Name Would Be Just As Annoying), then have some angsty getting together (The Law of Possession), because after Boldly Go, they become friends with benefits and they both catch feelings, although neither of them talk about it properly cause they're repressed idiots (affectionate), and, and, and ---
I ended up with 13 fic ideas for this universe.
None of my other WIPs got finished.
So!
I hope to actually start posting this series soon, since I fixed a plot problem in A Rose and can now bash out a first draft. There's plenty of stuff in my head and on paper, I just gotta keep at it!
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The familial murder of the mother, the blaming of absent father, and the symbolic death of a child in 14x18 Absence
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On Cas-- genuinely trying to understand Dean's headspace. Castiel: Are you mad I didn't tell you-- or that I'm telling you at all? Dean: Both! An irrational position, but he's angry. Cas feels it.
14x18 Absence
(Dean is angry as a spouse is angry, because Cas is his emotional rock, the partner that soothes and stands strong and above all else, who makes pain go away. It's a confusing, instinctual emotionality that many spouses fall prey too in times of trouble. Sharing burdens gets all messed up because the burden is too heavy, and above all else, unfixable.)
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It's so good! I’ve heard this kinda thing play out in so many agonizing situations, especially in the hospital setting and amidst a backdrop of unexpected death— it's brutal. This whole thing is dreadful— it's leading up to the realization of inter-familial murder and the symbolic loss of a child (followed by the actual loss of that child).
It's so awful!
In this episode, Absence is a three-part play on words:
it's about Mary's absence (death)
it's about Jack's absence of good (soul) and symbolic "death"
and it's about Cas's absence from the family at a critical time (paralleled by the overworking father not being there in 14x05 Nightmare Logic btw)
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As Anael pointed out, Cas went lone wolf and tried to solve the problem alone, out of fear of facing the truth of the situation, leaving his human fam with a loose nuke--a loose nuke that Cas is, like it or not, physically the best equipped to handle (i.e. his superior strength; and his ability to "see" souls, however diminished that ability may be from his early days).
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So, Dean is irrational.
The bit about Dean being angry on all fronts is good because it showcases Cas's astute recognition of Dean's current fight-or-flight irrationality. It also shows that Dean might've shrugged off the snake situation, even if Cas had told him about it.
Dean's in denial. He's been in denial about Jack, and neither of them has had time to process the awful truth, much less deal with it. (Not to mention, it's triggering awful memories of soulless!Sam leaving Dean to die via vampire, and of another time Cas went AWOL and left him in the dark through omission.)
At a high-pressure time like this, emotions are gonna take over. This kinda grief is irrational. Dean can feel that he's on the precipice of grieving loss of mother and of child. It's being angry with the "shell" of the child, it's blaming the absent father.
“When a child dies in a family, the members feel as if they have been ripped apart, unwound, which creates tension and conflict. Crisis begets crisis and the greatest stress is put on the marital dyad.
Many times each individual falsely expects their spouse to make the pain go away and when they cannot, they begin to feel resentment, anger, hurt, abandonment, etc., toward their spouse.”
Yes. Cas is that for Dean.
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Dean wants to be Cas's partner:
For a long while, especially in the late seasons, Cas has been the faith and hope that Dean believes in. This is heavily implied in 13x04 The Big Empty, when Dean says at the end of the episode that he, "doesn't believe in a damn thing." That gets juxtaposed with Cas reawakening, and ofc Dean does a total 180 upon Cas's return.
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Cas is Dean's faith, his hope for future.
Cas is also unofficial family protector, even though Dean has some discomfort with Cas having that role. This is showcased very well in 12x19 The Future, with Dean feeling bitter about being viewed as "someone to be babysat." -> "You're not our babysitter, Cass, okay? That is not your job. And when in our whole lives have we ever been safe?" (As always, Dean wants to be someone Cas relies on, too--his equal partner.)
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As for Dean, Cas, and Faith...
What does it mean to have faith in someone like this? Here, it's not just getting down on your knees and professing love to a set of religious doctrines or dogma.
Here, Cas is Dean's confidence in the meaning of life. Dean's faith in Cas is love and loyalty. It's that belief in the truth, value, and trustworthiness of a person.
Regardless what you believe about the nature of their relationship, Cas is the support that lessens the pain; he is the balm that brings Dean joy and peace. He represents Dean's hope in the future, because Cas is a vital part OF his future.
But here in Absence, Dean is spinning out, because no matter what Cas says, in the face of THIS, the pain is too enormous. It's unfixable.
And as his family disintegrates via the death of Mary and the symbolic death of Jack, so disappears Dean's faith. His faith in the future is gone, and his faith in a happy future with Cas is gone. The future is "dead" to him.
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The irrationality of grief and the horror of choosing "the wrong man"
Cas recognized Dean's emotional state. He understands. It doesn't make it easier, but Cas still knows.
Irrational behavior is a triggered fight-or-flight, and often it becomes anger because of a perceived unmet need. The unmet need in this case?
Dean needs his loved ones to be safe and he wants Cas specifically to make him FEEL safe.
He wants Cas to take away that fear and pain, but he doesn't exactly know why or how he wants that to happen. He instinctually wants Cas to protect them, but he wants Cas to be safe and open while doing it, so that Dean feels like an equal partner.
"Don't do anything stupid."
It's a strange dualism. He doesn't want Cas to name the problem (Jack's lack of soul) AND he wants Cas to solve the problem (make everything okay again). It's contradictory and confusing.
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Dean does not fight with Sam in 14x18 and 14x19, because he's not expecting a certain kind of support from his brother, other than to be in his corner and fight the good fight as usual, maybe even to help Dean commit murder-suicide via Equalizer.
That is, he's NOT expecting Sam to take the pain away.
Despite the marital "schism," Cas is still around and working with Winchesters (and Dean) in fellow soldier dynamic. It's...tense. It's limbo. But it's not completely sundered, because Cas attends the burning of Mary, and his instinct is to hold Dean during it. (I still sometimes wonder if Sam made the wrong move stopping that from happening? Even if Dean reacted badly, it might have brought the tension to a head sooner.)
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And angels...
Cas and Dean have been fighting this human/angel schism since season 6. "I'm not human," Cas says over and over, in a variety of ways. (In Dean's view, angels have pretty literally ruined his life, so it's easy to slide down the road of bitterness and hurt concerning angels.)
And after all this time, in Dean's mind, Cas still won't meet Dean halfway when it comes to protecting the family as a unit.
Yet, Dean wants him. He wanted Cas to stay in the family; he tried to keep Cas for so, so long. He force-fit Cas into the shape of human spouse, even when Cas pulled away or left. Dean wanted Cas as his partner, "even when all his instincts told him otherwise."
So, what if Cas is "the wrong man?"
Now, this means Dean potentially chose wrongly. Dean put Mary and Sam in danger with chosen spouse and chosen child. Dean chose Unwisely. Dean's instincts were constantly screaming, "Angel, angel, angel!"
He didn't listen.
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Lizard brain
What is “irrational,” and why does that word spring to Cas's mind? The OverwhelmedBrain's definition works well: An overreaction.
It goes on further:
"When you are overreacting, that means you are making up stories about the situation you are in. You are fabricating your own meaning of something that is likely not at all what you think it is. Overreacting usually stems from letting emotion cloud your logic. It’s okay to be emotional about something, but when it actually clouds your logic, and you respond solely from a place of emotion, you are closing off rational thought."
Our lizard brain is the lowest level of behavior or the closest we get to responding to life’s events like an animal. Very survival driven. An overreaction can be seen as an attempt to survive.
Here, it becomes Jack-Cas hurt me. Jack-Cas are threats. Angels are dangerous.
But-- Can't do it without Cas, it's too hard.
And-- The real Jack is dead. That's not Jack. We need to solve the problem.
So-- Cas should be my fellow soldier, then, not my spouse. (Stupid, stupid Dean for thinking otherwise.)
And nihilism-- There is no future, only mission. If Jack's symbolically dead because of Dean, then Dean will kill the shell of him (and himself, too). It'll be the murder he doesn't survive.
"Get onboard with our new cause or walk away. ...Cas!"
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Then, even as fellow soldier, Cas walks away.
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When they are being irrational, then basically anything they do or say is not personal. In fact, what’s coming out are usually repressed emotions of some sort.
But, even if what they say hurts you, this is the worst time to respond to what they are saying. I realize it’s a challenge not to get triggered because the person could be saying some very mean things.
Only mission. Nothing matters.
Dean is powerless to change what he is.
Later, the situation further devolves. They are all co-weapons in a meaningless fight designed by Chuck. It gets so much worse after Chuck's true nature is revealed, because if Chuck is a writer, then Cas is a narrative trap. He's the catalyst for all of Dean's deepest emotions and pains. Dean is a fool for putting blind faith in the wrong man.
Cas is the son of Chuck. And Dean is a fool.
(The light was just a lie.)
Now, Cas recognized this emotional breakdown for what it was, right from the get-go, but it still hurt. It was an "existential wound."
So, rightfully, he walked away, got some air, and reconsidered the situation. He tried to get clarity on the core of the situation instead of responding to Dean's irrational grief.
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And at the core, Cas's own father egged on the inter-familial murder of his son for entertainment, perhaps even killed him in the first place via Sergei's cure to "restore the harmonics of the universe?"
All Cas can see for sure is that he was deeply in need of support, but when he called his father, that father ignored him, purposely letting it get worse before he stepped it. Then he did some brutal shit-stirring, tasking the on vulnerable, grief-stricken family with murder. Gleefully, sadistically tried to hurt them all, to kill Jack and bend them to his iron will.
Then, Chuck tortured the rest of Cas's human family, as a cat plays with its food. Cas recognizes this, because Heaven did that to him. That's why Cas is oddly quiet, even calm at times during season 15. Watching. Assessing.
In season 15, Cas is certainly disillusioned by Chuck but he's not affected to intense degree that Sam or Dean is, because Cas has already been disillusioned by serving a corrupt Heaven for billions of years. Cas has had, at minimum, three existential crises just during the course of the last decade (and Naomi implied more than that).
He's already dealt with the concept of "his life as hoax."
And Cas’s heart is strong, steely. Even when the djinn stabs him, he stands tall.
Cas comes to the conclusion that, unlike in season 7 where he despaired at the breadth of the universe and its cruel rules; here, getting out of Chuck's game would not change the game. So, Cas's resilience wins out.
Chuck's not getting the rest of his human family without a fuckin' fight.
ANYWAY, it's a mess. But it's not SIMPLE by any means. Cas gets a lot more of WHAT is happening thanks to both his emotional intuition and his assessment of Chuck. Cas's been there when it comes to loss of hope / Heavenly existential crisis. (It’s why he’s forgiving. He’s been there, over and over; he’s even being tasked with child-murder of first-borns and Nephilim children.)
He's even sundered his own critical relationships when he was going through shit, when he felt they didn't support him in the way he wanted and deserved (Balthazar, hello).
In season 15, Castiel-angel-of-the-Lord-serving-a-corrupt-machine meets Dean-my-life's-work-is-a-hoax-Winchester. And he stands strong for both of them in the end.
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oh oh i JUST saw Spike & Beanie, ⚽️ & 🙊 for the both of them?
AAAH YES YES YES!! I've been wanting to talk about these two so badly, but i never knew what to talk about or where to start- (i usually only share oc info when i have a drawing/doodle of them accompanied ;w;)
Anyways, answers!!
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Spike doesn't have alot of free time, if he isn't turfing, he's working at grizzco, if he isn't at grizzco then he's out training with his team, and if no he's home taking care of his little sister, with the help of his friend/roommate Mable (his sister the only blood family he has left, Mable is there bc of sum history between the two, she has always been helpfing him)
BUT when he does get free time, he likes to read book or write them, he also enjoys crafting little things like toys for his sister, just for fun. His favorite pastime is reading the stories he wrote to his little sister
Beanie on the other hand, she has quite a bit of free time, she's a free soul living with her childhood best friend Jay (genuinely they are friends lol, but i tend to put Jay on a threesoume with Beanie and Spike just for a joke lol). She can't stay still and do nothing, she has to be doing something, so she has alot of different hobbies, like singing, dressing up, shopping, etc. But her favorite one so far is drawing, she likes to go out and see what she can draw and turn it into something magical, she always carries a sketchbook with, sum similar to rapanzel's, to draw out her adventures
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Spike's worst flaw would be his selflessness, he always puts others before himself and although that's admirable, it ca be draining. He had to be the one to step up when he lost his dad before his sister was even born, and while his mom was a mess he took care of her, even if his granny did step up to help, she was old still, after his mom died he had to take care of his sister along side his grandma until she died when he was around 16. That lack of self care, or constantly overworking himself yet saying he's fine so not to burden his family is what almost got him killed, of it wasn't for Mable saving him
Skipping a bit here but, after what happened, Mable had offered to help him, and she keeps him in check, like a big sister (she's 2 years older). Butbold habits die hard, and he struggles to communicate his issues with others and tends to put up a tough person, usually by accident (he doesn't actually really realise he looks a bit scary)
Now for Beanie, she runs from her problems.....alot. She is terrible at conformation and would rather punch her way out of a situation. In fact, bc of thag, when she had issues with her ex gf, she just kinda ran away (taking Jay with her, cuz they stick together no matter what), all bc she just couldn't confront her and the issues she had, she just kinda left a note at their apartment just saying "sorry, this isn't working out, goodbye" with no explanation, nor where she went off to.
Too bad for her bc that came back to bite her ass, bc her ex came in looking for her wanting to get the answers she deserves, there's actually a funny scene i have in mind about this i might write later, but i can just share it if u want
Jay had started to help her face her problems more tho, but her ex was sum she just, couldn't go back to
There's also the instance where she stopped talking to her parents scared of their disappointment, bc she left them as well to go to inkopolis with her team (her ex, her ex's bff and Jay), but Spike just slaps sum logic ontonher and forces her to call her parents, thanks to that she was ale to repair her relationship with her parents
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