#great job Jack 💞

[the-river-runs]

My best friend Fandom has once again returned and asked me to post to Tumblr for her! Once again, I have permission to post this video and all edits were done by Fandom (http.redshoes on Instagram)

These memes are all based on Cryptid Sightings by @naffeclipse

She has a lot to say this time around!

A message from Fandom:

"Hello Naff!! And hello everyone :D

It’s me, your girl, your local meme and edit maker, Fandom (aka http.redshoes on Insta 😎)

I’ve come back to make another meme comp for you guys! I wanted to make this earlier, but:

1. I was busy saving/collecting ATSV content on Instagram like Pokémon to getting noticed twice by Jack in the Box ☺️

2. I had to create an Ao3 account (understandably ofc AI theft sucks) and was um. You know… being silly in the comment section 👀 (please don’t mind me if you ever stumble upon them - I react and appreciate the stuff I enjoy in weird ways 💔)

3. Was waiting for my friend here to finish reading so I didn’t spoil anything in the memes! We both loved the series so much and man. The Naff do be eclipsing fr in releasing chapters left and right biggest round of applause for one of my favorite authors here 👏👏👏

Naff, you did such a great job writing this fanfic. I’m going to repeat myself from the comment section BUT you need to give yourself a pat on the back, relax, take a break - just reward yourself. You deserve it all and I hope that you take care of yourself for all the hard work you’ve done 💞💞💞

I’ve also included the lovely artist themselves, @themeeplord , again in one of my meme comps.

It’s only one meme but dang they always draw Eclipse to be getting that gain 💪💪💪 (bc of how muscular he is haha.) Mad respect to all of the drawings they create - they’re always a banger to see.

(Most of the memes surround the last episode + epilogue so if you haven’t read those chapters LOOK ‼️ AWAY ‼️ Don’t get spoiled 🤯)

(P.S. for the imagine scenario that’s not a meme, this is what they’re saying in the audio:

“[Amused] You can hear their heartbeats? Come on, that’s a little far fetched.”

“[Soft chuckling] I can hear yours too… Your heart’s beating pretty fast.”

I’d like to think this would take place around the beginning of “The Episode Bedeviling Bodies,” where the Hunter is still trying to understand their dear friend and what they’re capable of. I thought it was fitting ngl and included it in the comp.

There were uh, more memes I wanted to include, but I’m running low on storage space atm. I’ll get back to making more after I’m done clearing that out ^^’)

(P.P.S. Okay I don’t have Tumblr obviously but 🕴️ apparently you guys really liked the SJ memes I made??? Because my friend’s been receiving notifs of it still??? Thank you so much you guys!! I didn’t really expect people to enjoy them that much 😭💘💘💘)

Now without further ado, enjoy the meme comp! >:D " -Fandom

[incesthemes]

actually peace of mind kinda slapped. it wasn't quite the reverse stepford wives that i was hoping for, but i really liked what they did with it and how it related to sam's emotional arc after michael's death, and the B plot with dean and jack was really nice too, in an unsettling sort of way.

i appreciate that "you'll fail dean" is what finally makes sam snap out of the mind control. nothing else quite does it, but sam can't let big brother down. his soul-deep need to please dean and maintain his approval trumps everything 💞 and as cheesy as it is, the general dearth of insane brother content post-season 11 has made these smaller moments stand out. like thank god sam is still batshit crazy about dean. thank god dean is still batshit crazy about sam.

what i like about the dean/jack plot is how it shows a very realistic and understandable concern, as well as a realistic and understandable discomfort with that concern. and i like that the solution donatello gives jack is rather nuanced and nonjudgmental, and that translates into a really interesting ending. "what would the winchesters do" and the winchesters would try to help. and jack is trying to help the snake by killing it, by ending its suffering quickly so that it can hopefully find peace and happiness with its friend instead of letting it meet a miserable and painful end through starvation and depression. the act of killing is violent, but the intent behind it is mercy. i love how this is the resolution jack comes up with while trying to emulate sam and dean, and i think it sums up a lot of their characters.

because sam and dean are violent people who have lived in violence their whole lives and who propagate violence as their jobs, their entire life calling. but that violence is enacted for reasons rooted in a kindness (however warped or flawed that kindness may be at times). that's what they know, and that's what they do. it's all they really understand (and thus why violence against each other has been so intimate and bond-forming, rather than isolating or damaging). jack emulates that violence and that kindness perfectly. not exactly in the manifestation that sam or dean would choose, but jack isn't them. he's influenced by them, but he is his own person. he takes both the kindness and the violence the winchesters gave to him and he uses it in his own unique way. that's pretty awesome of him, and it reveals a lot about his character and what he values, especially compared to what sam, dean, and cas value.

great episode honestly. i'm really happy with it :)

[lefthandedhotch]

linnnnn!!!!! hellooo🥰 you have a new home!!! this is amazing and so fun!!! so here i am with my first ask of many more to come 🥰💞💞💞 I LOVE YOUUU🥰🥰🥰 since you're settling into a New Blog i have a moving with hotchy and kiddos thought because it's very fitting🥰🥺😌

it's the home of yours and aaron's DREAMS!!! perfect size for you and him and jack and your oldest toddler girl and the new baby on their way!!!!! and if your kiddos ever spot a stray kitty or puppy and their cute pleading eyes win against you and aaron, there's enough space for them, too🤭🤭🤭 the team are a huuuge help especially since Everyone is fussing over your very pregnant self and making sure you dont carry heavy Anything🤭 you slump down on the squishy rocker in the nursery, admiring the paint job that derek and penelope had put together a few days ago while aaron and rossi put together the nursery furniture🥺🥺🥺 there's a handpainted mural on one wall and it gets you all weepy at all the animals and butterflies and cute things that penelope painted because their all imperfect and full of LOVE, you get all weepy and rub your bump and you're all sniffly as you talk to your baby and tell her that's she's such a lucky girl, you're so excited for her to come into this warm and loving family :'))) rossi nods aaron over to you and he takes care of finishing up the rest of the changing table while aaron goes over to you and leans down to press a kiss to your head🥺🥺🥺 you two chat and exchange many, many kisses while listening to the sounds of your oldest girl and jack run around the halls and explore all the new rooms that they're bound to leave their toys all over🤭🤭🤭💞💞💞💞💞

hehehehehehe hiiiiiii jess-jesssssss I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 EEEEK the perfect first little hotchner family ask for the Settling In Times 🤭🤭🤭🤭💕💕💕💕

WEEPS!!!!!! 🥹 aaron has been keeping his eye on you the whole day to make sure you’re not exerting yourself too much or lifting anything too heavy but also! because while you tried to blame it on your hormones, when you guys said goodbye to the apartment that had been home for your little family since you moved in with aaron and jack, you had been so so weepy and sad :( you love this home that you guys are moving to and it really really is your dream home but it’s hard to say goodbye to the place where you have so many memories of growing your little family 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 but!!!!! as you walk around your new dream home with jack and his lil sis chasing each other around the place and the team all working soooooo hard to help you and aaron make this place ready for livin, you’re just so so excited for all the memories you’re going to make in this new place!!!!!! and you’re so in love with aaron and the sweet crinkles by his eyes as he smiles all soft at you and strokes your cheek as he murmurs “doing okay?” before giving you the sweeeeeeeeeetest smooch in the world when you grin at him and nod “we’re just great, lovey” and take in the sounds of all the life and all the Love filling your home 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💕💕🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

[some-sick-deja-vu]

Hello dear, do you have any headcanons for after the fall?

Hi! Thank you for asking! I have a few -- I imagine that Hannibal intentionally turns them during the fall so he hits the water back first, protecting Will. Immediately after surfacing, Will realizes that Hannibal is unconscious and he saves him, despite his own immense pain, dragging him to land and doing everything in his power - dangerous, risky, insane things, *everything* to save Hannibal. He realizes only now he wants them both to live and be together (he's panicking because he put Hannibal in such danger and desperately needs him to be okay), and he finally, fully gives into his darkness. I think he kills a few people on the road to steal supplies and cover their tracks, maybe he goes to Bedelia for medical help for Hannibal, then once Hannibal recovers, that's when they have that leg dinner. There are a lot of fantastic fics that use some of these ideas, such as "A Great and Terrible Height" and "Two Solitudes "- it makes complete sense to me and feels "canon" in my heart by now. From there, I like to think they fly to Cuba with some help from Chiyoh. Like in my fic "Surrender," maybe they are poor because the FBI seized all of Hannibal's assets. They start over from scratch in a tiny apartment and both have to work menial jobs to pay rent. But they've never been so happy in all their lives. Both fully recovered from the fall, they explore intimacy and once that starts they have sex almost constantly, insatiably, forgetting often to eat or sleep etc, all they want is each other. They hide out for a while living humbly in Havana until Jack is off their trail, and then Hannibal takes his Will on an extravagant European tour. He commissions a new wardrobe for his beautiful boy and they love their way from Florence to Paris, leaving a bloody aftermath in their wake and creating so many cherished memories. I think they'd explore the world together until some place felt just right, and then they would settle down for a longer period. Exquisite domesticity, comfortable and sublime, nights filled with the guts and glory of the hunt and their lovemaking, tender and rough at the same time, none of it ever enough to satisfy them, but all of it beyond their wildest dreams.

Maybe they have more battles with old enemies and settle a few scores, maybe not. After Will satisfies his jealous revenge against Bedelia, I think he and Hannibal will be so obsessively attached and entranced by each other that nothing else seems quite that much of a priority. 💞💞💞

[jaehwany]

tagged by @itoldsunset​ and @ficklefackle​, thanks for tagging me!! i had fun reading your answers 💞 sorry mine aren’t more exciting, my brain is 🍳

nicknames: i love nicknames but i don’t really have one. :( i guess in text people sometimes shorten my name to “just” but that’s it

height: 155cm. i think that’s like... 5′1?

last thing i googled: "alice in borderland” bc the first thing i do whenever i start a new show is look up the actors. check out their ages, find out if they’ve been in anything else i’ve seen, etc.

song stuck in my head: no particular one right now but i’ve been listening to the “wonder” album by shawn mendes these past few days so random songs from it have been getting stuck in my head

amount of sleep: i survive on around 5-6 daily and then pay off my sleep debt on the weekends. my sleep cycle’s been so messed up ever since we started working from home 😔

dream job: i don’t know if it’s the old age talking but over the years i’ve realised that i would probably be happy and fulfilled in any job that allows me to fully utilise my skills/creativity and makes me feel indispensable to the company. i would love to actually sit down and write a full novel or screenplay one day tho. my friend and i told ourselves that we’d do this before we turn 30 but uhh... the clock is ticking lmao

currently wearing: a black t-shirt and red shorts

favorite song: i have lots of songs i love but i think one of the constant ones would be “swim” by jack’s mannequin. “just keep your head above” is such a great lyric and i just love how uplifting the entire song is ♡

favorite instrument: um i do like the idea of playing the drums if that counts but unfortunately i have absolutely zero musicality in me :(

favorite author: i've got favourite books but i don’t think i have a favourite author :/

favorite animal song: does “the animal song” by savage garden count???? it’s a jam

random: the financial year is ending for my company so i’m struggling to tally all my marketing budgets at 2.30 in the morning 😭 i wish we only had to worry about doing the actual job itself and not all of that other boring admin stuff that comes with it

recent pic: here’s the last pic i downloaded into my phone... i guess it's also a gpoy :’)

tagging: @shinjaeha @oh-aew @gimme-a-chocolate & anyone else who needs a bit of a distraction ✨

[chickencat8]

Get to Know Me!

aaaaaa here i goooo doin this!

Rules: answer 30 questions y tag uhh peeps you wanna get to know betters, tagged by @sleepysak 💗💓💖💕💞💕

and these peeps imma tag, tho ya dont have to if you dont wanna!: @trashunlimited @surfs-up-brian @furdyke aaa THATS IT nooneelsetaggedImmahaveanxiety attackifanymore-

name/nickname: Flora is my name! but i also go by Drapa, Chicken would be nice. Chickencat even nicer

gender: uhhhhhhhhhhh 🐔🐈🐉🦎🦄🌈♿

astrological sign: Sagittarius babeeyyy

height: used to be 5'3, but i shrunk? so now im 5'2 :>

time: 4:20 o clock HA

birthday: December 10 uwu

faavorite bands: hoooooooo boi. mah Beach Boys, Frankie Valli And The Four Seasons, Beach House, Fanfare Ciocarlia, The Cranberries, The Pillows, there is absolutely more that im forgettin...

faavorite solo artist: Neil Sedaka. and i like Johnny Cash a lot if that counts. OOH recently (took me long enough) I have discovered the wonderful works of Jack Stauber! so he's here too

song stuck in head: that stupid ass part in RENT where the awful horrible girl is singing about drinking diet coke in cyberland. ihaterentsogoshdangmuchbutthemusiciscatchytho

last movie: Book Of Life :D i love that movie 💗💖💕💕

last show: My Life as a Teenage Robot. wanted to rewatch it lately... -w-'💙

when did you create this blog: 2016! an eventful year that was for me

what do i post: Psshh like i got enough creativity to make anything asides from random meandering chatter i forget to tag :P

i do (did) Reblog a crapton of stuff though. Meems, arts, animals, disabiliity stuffs, other random things...

last thing i googled: colorful charro outfit :v

do i get asks: Nope!

why your url: so Draga used to be a nickname i would go by, then i changed it to Drapa. so its Draga AND Drapa! been thinkin bout changing it since i dont associate much with them names anymore.. cant think of good enough name yet!

following: A Lot of really kewl peeps

followers: iunno Not that much lol

i checked Its 297

average hours of sleep: i aim for around 8, but on my days off with no alarm, i tend to make the stupid decision of sleeping in and oversleeping. for a whopping 12 hours sometimes

lucky number: 8!! :3 and also 166

instruments: barely any time or energy to play much anymore... But! Got mah rainbow ukulele + my first ukulele. My flute ive had since 7th grade. Lovely oranche electric guitar ive been thinkin of switchin in for a smaller one because my stupid babey hands have trouble reaching the frets. And my dumb cheapy violin i STILL dont know how to play

whatcha wearin rn? uhhhh this super old Gravity Falls shirt with Mabel on it, and shiny shorts because its gettin hot again

dream job: OO something in the medical field. Or the science field! just something, anything. i cope with this by playing Sims and watching them at their science job ;-; hhh

dream trip: ohh im nervous to go trip... but theoretically? Finland maybe. Japan, the kitty cat cafes... Ireland ive heard is beautiful. and also a pilgrimage across Europe to the Holy Land would be nice too ^.^

last book ive read: i believe it was either the 1st or 2nd installment of Dave Pelzer's A Child Called It series, or one of the Moomin chapter books!

favorite food: anything with buffalo sauce or jalapeño juice

nationality: stinky citizen of the great ol US

favorite song: You want me to choose dude? Oh c'MON Sandy, don't make me laugh! Ha, ha, ha, ha.....

well. i so much love Don't Worry Baby by mah Beach Boys. i utterly love Dreams by the Cranberries. and i love Viva La Vida as well (you can tell how much i like a song with how many different versions of it i have saved)

top 3 fictional universe: Hrrmmm... off the top of my head, 1 is definitely Moomin universe. i'd probably be a fluffy, orange creamsicle colored snork.

2 is Zootopia, even though i wouldnt be a chicken there 😞

3 is uhhh either the My Hero Academia universe, or tbe Peculiar universe from the peculiar children book series; because i love the idea of odd powers imbued to peeps (but not necessarily superhero style stories, aint thay funky?)

[mattiassamuelsson]

FIC PROMPT: my boys eichart with something fluffy. i dont care what. domestic shit. something happy 💞

u do love challenging me dont u meg. fluff? idk her.  i still have the last prompt u sent me sitting and marinating in my drafts. anyway. enjoy a horribly written ficlet.

12:30 am is pretty much the same everywhere –that muted sort of feeling that sleep should be coming soon but it’s not. And Jack is starving. And feeling too lazy to pull anything together that requires more than two steps and thirty seconds. So he dumps some Cheerios into a bowl and searches the fridge for milk. It doesn’t take long given its barren state, only when he retrieves the jug from its shelf there’s not even enough sloshing around the bottom to dampen his Cheerios. Which like, dry Cheerios –not cool.

“Sam,” He yells, “where’s the fucking milk?”

In the living room, Sam shifts on the couch, craning his neck to get a good look at the kitchen. “In your hand?” He says unconvincingly.

Jack rolls his eyes and moves from the counter to a better line of sight, all the better to direct his looked of unamused, disapproval. He holds the offending jug up. “There’s literally like, half a teaspoon left in here. It was your turn to get the groceries this week –you had one job.”

“Two.” Which is a shitty and lame excuse, by the way.

“Oh, so you can pick up your protein bars but not some fucking whole milk? What am I supposed to do with my Cheerios now?” And like, he’s not really that upset over the whole not having milk situation, it’s more –he just likes it sometimes, the banter, the pushing.

Sam stares back at him, unimpressed. “Wegmans is open right now –go buy your own milk if you want cereal so bad.”

And uh –hell no, Samsom. “Samson, if you think you’re getting out of this you’re fucking wrong.”

“I’m not going with you.”

“Yes you are.”

“Jack– do you really want to go out just for milk right now?”

“Yes.” He says, more to be difficult than anything else.

Sam regards him for a long moment before he shuts his laptop with a sharp click and exasperated sigh. “Fine.”

Jack blinks, caught slightly by surprise, but recovers quickly, giving Sam a slash of a grin, “Great –I’ll drive.”

The drive is a relatively quiet one, peaceful like the lack of cars on the road, and Jack’s gaze slides occasionally to the panes of Sam’s face, illuminated in the glow of passing street and traffic lights.

“I can’t believe you want milk this badly.” Sam mutters as they wait at a red light, there’re no cars in sight and Jack’s tempted to run it. But instead, he turns to look at Sam with his pulled up hoodie and expression that doesn’t quite match his exasperated tone. It’s —gentle. But maybe that’s just the glow of the red light. There’s a feeling though, and Jack’s no stranger to it even if he hasn’t felt it in a long time. 

He swallows, looks away. Sam seems not to notice, fingers idly tapping against the door.

The light turns green and Jack guns the car, as if he can leave the funny warmth in his stomach at the intersection.

Wegmans at 1 am is a surprisingly peaceful experience: no carts clattering loudly over tile, no screaming kids and tired moms. It’s the feeling of ice rinks after the lights have gone out, of quiet bedrooms and a redeye out of Buffalo with Sam curled up on the seat next to him.

Sam follows him like a quiet shadow, only speaking in quiet suggestions and pointed fingers drawn from the depths of his hoodie pocket. He catches Sam looking sometimes, fleeting moments he can’t quite catch besides out of the corner of his eye. 

They end up with a lot more than milk –sushi and pasta and eggs and unbuttered popcorn that tastes like nothing all loaded into the single open checkout. The cashier shows no visible sign of recognizing them –either doesn’t know or doesn’t care –either way, Jack’s vaguely relieved. Exhaustion is finally settling in now, and he blankly watches her scan their objects one by one. 

He almost doesn’t notice that beside him Sam is edging closer. Doesn’t really until he’s resting his head on his shoulder and Jack lets him. He has the urge to wrap an arm around him –Jack resists it.

“$15.62.” says the cashier without missing a beat, and Jack fishes a twenty out of his wallet with as little movement as possible.

“Thanks.” He says, gathers their bags and tugs Sam out by his arm.

It’s closer to 1:30 by the time they get back. Jack listens to Sam’s breath even out into sleep over the soft purr of the car engine, stares more obviously when they’re stopped at the red lights.

“Sam.” Jack says when he’s parked back in their garage, silence pressing around them as he shuts off the engine. It sounds loud in the absence of all sound, but Sam doesn’t stir. And Jack can feel himself staring again, noticing too much in the muted light –the way Sam looks younger in the way people do when sleep erases years, the way there’s a strand of hair falling across his face and Jack doesn’t realize he’s reaching out to brush it away until he is.

Sam stirs under featherlight touch and Jack snatches his hand back.

“Samson,” he says, firm. “Wake up. We’re home.” Sam mumbles something incoherent and Jack opens his door and climbs out, tossing “Grab the milk, will ya?” over his shoulder for good measure.

“Fuck —grab your own milk, Jack.”

this flash fic has been brought to youentirely  by my love of Wegmans at 1 am. I hope u enjoyed.

also  hmmm… now reflecting on this. it’s more… content than happy. but like. that’s cool right??? i love the feeling of contentness. it matching the liminal feeling of Wegmans at 1 am.