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nashibirne · 3 years

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Well, alright...this is my first try on a Cursed fic. I really liked the Netflix show and -of course- the Weeping Monk aka Daniel Sharman. I kinda have the sad feeling that the fandom's pretty dead but maybe someone who follows the tag is interested in this.

I'll use my regular tag list from the Henry Cavill fandom here, maybe one or two of you guys like Cursed, too, but please feel free to let me know if you want to be removed from the taglist for this particular story.

So now, enjoy and it would be great if you'd leave me a comment, reblog and/or like 🖤

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From Ashes to Fire

Pairing: Lancelot/The Weeping Monk x ofc (Oda)

Words: ~ 2.8k

Summary: Lancelot and Squirrel are in need of help because the boy is very sick. They find shelter at a farm and Oda, the woman who lives there, awakens feelings in the Weeping Monk he hasn't known before. (Okay... this summary sucks... it's basically a slow burn with a lot a mutual pining and angst of two characters who know nothing about love...yet)

Warnings: Mention of illness, self flagellation, angst, that's it for now I guess. Still 18+!

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Disclaimer/Credits: I don't own anything related to Cursed, pics for the moodboard from Pinterest

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Prologue

They had been riding for hours now in total silence, both of them too tired and exhausted to utter just one single word. Night had passed and the new day had treated them with derision, when showing them all the beauty of a sunrise on a cloudless sky against the backdrop of a pittoresk scenery. It felt like God was having a good laugh about them - the fallen warrior monk and the lost orphan fey boy.

It was the man who spoke the first words, while riding through a blossoming heath that seemed to go on forever.

"What is your name, boy?" His voice was rough and husky from pain and frazzle.

"Squirrel," the child said without looking at him.

"A squirrel is an animal. What name were you given?"

"I don't like that name."

"It's still your name."

The boy rolled his eyes, too tired for an argument, giving in much easier than it would have been typical for him.

"Fine. It's Percival."

"Percival," the man who used to be the Weeping Monk repeated pensively.

From his lips the name didn't sound so bad at all, Squirrel thought. He didn't seem to find it strange or unusual like his friends back home. A home that no longer existed.

"Do you have a real name?" He wanted to know.

"Lancelot. A long time ago my name was Lancelot," his companion said, unable to remember when he had used this name for the last time or who had called him that. His mother? His father? Probably. He hardly remembered their voices or their faces but he remembered the note of love in their tone when they called for their little boy. That was before he became aware that he was a demon just like them, before he was snatched away from them, before Father Carden had given him shelter and mercy, trying to heal him, to lead him on the road to salvation.

The boy sensed the tension that was starting to build inside of the man who had saved his life. He turned around and looked at him with a tiny frown but he remained silent and so they rode on for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. It was almost noon when Squirrel asked the question the man had no answer to.

"Where are we going?"

"Nowhere," he tried to shrug it off.

"You can't go to Nowhere. It's not a place."

"Anywhere then."

Percival turned around, looking at the monk as if he was a mad man.

"You don't know it?"

"We'll see. God will guide us," he said to make him shut up.

"Let's hope it's our gods, not yours. He seems to find pleasure in misleading his people," Squirrel answered with a hint of a grin and the innocent wisdom of a child.

Four weeks later, they still hadn't arrived anywhere. Nowhere. They were still on the road, heading north without a destination. They hadn't been in a hurry till now, they had been taking their time. At first because they were both injured and exhausted. After a few days their physical wounds slowly started to heal and their spirits revived. But there still was simply no need for haste and so they stayed here and there for a few days, slowly getting to know each other better, slowly coming to trust each other as much as possible.

The land they were crossing now was deserted, empty of people but rich with the most beautiful scenery, formed by undulating hills, cloud-capped mountains, lush, green meadows and mighty woods. As much as Lancelot normally enjoyed the peaceful solitude, now that they were in urgent need of help, he was constantly cursing this wasteland, where not a single human soul was to be found.

After spending a few days in a little village to restock some food and to enjoy sleeping in a comfortable bed once again, everything seemed to be fine but on the third day on the road again, Squirrel started to feel sick, complaining about a sore throat and headaches. Lancelot didn't make too much of it, considering it to be just a cold, but when the boy became feverish, his skin glowing hot while he was shaking like a leaf, he was worried. When the sides of Percival's neck started to swell immensely, worry was replaced by panic and fear.

So now he found himself holding the drained boy in his arms like a liveless ragdoll, driving his horse on mercilessly, looking for any kind of help or at least a flicker of hope, a sign, anything to prevent Squirrel from dying.

As dusk was already falling silently he finally came across a house, a little farm apparently, and he could have jumped for joy when he saw smoke coming from the chimney and the flickering light of candles or a fire illuminating the small windows.

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The heavy, desperate knocks on the door startled her. She was doing some very complicated embroidery on a cushion cover that needed a lot of concentration. She put the frame aside with a frown, wondering who would possibly want to see her at this ungodly hour.

"Coming," she said, after another impatient knock, sounding much calmer than she actually was. Life had taught her the hard way to be on the alert, when unexpected callers showed up.

When she opened the door hesitantly and saw the man with the unconscious boy in his arms, realizing immediately that the child was in danger, all caution was thrown in the wind and she rushed them in, pointing at her bed wordlessly, giving the man an encouraging nod. He laid the boy down carefully, turning around to her with a helpless expression on his worried face.

"What's happened?" She asked, stepping closer to take a look at the patient.

"I don't know. He felt sick all of the sudden, he's been feverish for days and then his neck…."

"Goodness," she whispered when she saw that there was a heavy swelling on both sides of his throat. She bent over the child, stroking his hair tenderly, whispering soothing words although he was still passed out.

"Did he have a sore throat? Nausea? Extreme tiredness?"

The man nodded, staring at her.

"Alright. I've seen this before..."

"What is it?"

"A kind of glandular fever."

"Can you help him?" He asked pleadingly.

She gave him a shrug and an insecure smile.

"I'll do my very best. My brother suffered from the same fever when I was a child. I think I remember what my father did back then."

"So your brother's survived this? You'll heal him?"

"As I said, I'll do everything in my power."

She turned to the boy to examine him but the man grabbed her by her sleeve, making her look at him again.

"Has your brother survived?"

He stared at her and for the first time she noticed the birth marks around his eyes that made him look like he was shedding dark tears. His intense gaze made her shudder but she held it.

"No," she admitted, "but he was much younger than your son, only five years old and in poor health from birth."

"He's not my son."

"Well, whatever he is to you. If you want me to help him, you better step aside and let me do my work."

And so he sank down on a chair in the corner of the room, out of sight, out of reach, doomed to just sit there and watch instead of doing something to save Percival himself.

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An hour later the woman joined him, drying her hands on a cloth before wiping her forehead with a deep sigh of exhaustion and relief.

"Cold leg compresses to lower his temperature, thyme oil on his chest to make it easier for him to breathe and a cup of lime blossom tea to make him sweat out the fever, that's all I could do for now. It was pretty hard to convince him to drink. He's a stubborn little guy."

"He's awake?" The man with the strange eyes stared at her with a frown.

"When I put the cool, wet linen around his legs, he regained consciousness. He was confused but not delirious. He's fast asleep now again."

"So he will live?"

"If the fever goes down and he survives the night, he will be alright. But as far as I know it takes a long time to recover from this kind of illness. Weeks, months...the patients are weakened by the fever and the tiredness remains for a pretty long time."

"I don't care as long as he survives. I'll be forever in your debt." He gave her a faint smile and a nod. "I'm Lancelot, by the way. The boy's called Percival, he's my ward."

"My name is Oda and you owe me nothing at all", she said, returning his smile. "But maybe we should pray for Percival."

Lancelot flinched. He hadn't prayed just once since leaving Father Carden and the Red Paladins. He wasn't even sure if he still believed in their god but when Oda kneeled down on the floor beside Squirrel's bed, her hands clasped, her head bent down, he joined her, eyes squeezed shut, lips moving to a silent prayer without his doing, by sheer force of habit.

He was equally surprised and relieved, when the prayer he heard Oda whisper was not a Christian one. It was heathen but it still had the power to soothe the turmoil within him and to give him the flicker of hope he'd been searching for.

They kept praying for hours, taking turns in speaking the words. When their knees started to hurt, they went on, standing beside the boy. When they weren't able to stand up straight anymore, they sat down. Lancelot on the edge of the bed, Oda on the armchair beside the fireplace. When her murmur eventually stopped, the monk turned to her.

She had fallen asleep, her head hanging on her shoulder in an angle that would cause her neck pain in the morning without a doubt. Lancelot let go of Squirrels hand, he'd been holding for hours now and got up. He took a cushion from the corner bench beside the stove and placed it carefully between her shoulder and her chin to support her head. When he pulled away his hand, his fingers brushed against her cheek. The skin on her face was cool and very soft. Completely different from her rough hands that showed the hard work they were doing at this little farm, apparently all on her own. The house was neat and tidy, the garden outside small but lush, the barn and the stable seemed to be shipshape and Bristol fashion from what he had seen when they arrived. Although she obviously wasn't wealthy she seemed to have a secure livelihood and that was pretty impressive.

He looked at her again and her soft snoring that sounded like the content purring of a cat, made his body tingle. The rest of her appearance was not cat-like at all. His gaze wandered from her round hips to her ample bosom that was heaving slowly to the rhythm of her breathing and to her pretty, little mouth with the full, heart shaped lips. Oda wasn't small, cute or smooth, there was nothing feline about her. She was more like a pretty mare. Strong and elegant but sensitive and wary. She was a tall woman, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder in a thick plait. Her body was curvy, voluptuous and desirable.

As soon as the dirty thoughts crossed his mind, his face started to burn with shame. What was he doing? Squirrel was facing death and he had impure and indecent thoughts that set his loins on fire. Father Caden had been right. He was rotten to the core, an abnormality, possessed by a dark, immoral demon. He just wished he had taken his flagellum with him to scourge himself, to punish himself for his deviant thoughts, for the desires of his flesh, he just wasn't able to suppress or control.

A whimpering sound, coming from the bed interrupted his self-hatred. He rushed to Squirrel's side and to his big relief he found him awake. "I'm thirsty," the boy whispered, his lips dry and rough like sandpaper.

"Of course, wait…"

He fetched a cup of water and helped the boy to drink it slowly with small sips.

"Hello Percival," he heard Oda's soft voice right behind him. When he looked at her over his shoulder she gave him a sheepish smile, mouthing 'sorry' at him, obviously uncomfortable with the fact that she had fallen asleep. He shook his head, returning her smile, stepping aside to give her some space.

"I'm Oda," she said to her patient in a soothing tone, leaning over him to touch his forehead. To her big relief his skin wasn't burning anymore. It was still warm, but he seemed to be off the danger list. "You're in my house, Lancelot has brought you here. How are you feeling, boy?"

"Hungry," he answered and both Oda as well as the monk exhaled with audible relief, sharing a grateful smile, sending up a quick prayer.

"And you shall eat," Oda beamed at him, clapping her hands. "Just give me a minute."

She left Squirrel and Lancelot and started to putter in the kitchen, humming a jolly melody.

"Who is she?" The boy asked, obviously confused.

"I don't know. I just stopped at the first house that came in sight," Lancelot explained. "I think we can trust her."

Percival nodded slowly.

"Yes, we can."

He tried to sit up but he was too weak to do so. The monk helped him and when he was finally sitting, his back resting against the headboard, he took a look around. "It's a nice place. Cozy."

Lancelot nodded in agreement. "It is, but don't get used to it. We can't stay."

"Why not?"

"We don't want to become a burden on her. As soon as you are able to travel again, we're going to leave."

"But…"

Before Squirrel was able to express his objections, Oda came back with a wooden plate, filled with bread and a little bowl of applesauce. Sitting down beside Lancelot on the edge of the bed, she handed the plate over to the boy who started to eat hungrily.

"Slow down, Percival. There's no need to rush."

"Squirrel," he said, smiling at her.

"Sorry?" Oda answered confusedly.

"That's my name. A nickname, but I like it better than my real name."

"Alright," she laughed out loud and the bubbly sound was so warm and sunny, it filled Lancelot's belly with a strange, homelike feeling.

"Do you have a nickname, too?" She flashed the monk a bright smile and he froze at her words, silently praying that Squirrel would keep his mouth shut. The thought of revealing his old identity to her filled him with horror and shame.

"No," he said softly, "I'm fine with Lancelot."

"Well then, Squirrel and Lancelot. Welcome to my home."

When they turned to the boy again, he had fallen asleep mid eating, still holding a piece of bread in his hand. Oda and Lancelot shared an amused smile and while she took the plate and the bread, he pulled the boy close, hugging him quickly, before laying him back down, covering him with a blanket.

Lancelot joined Oda in the kitchen a moment later, sitting down on the corner bench.

"It's such a relief he's doing better," he told her. "I can't thank you enough for helping us."

"Nonsense," she said brusquely, her smile tempering her tone, "it's the least that I could do. And it wasn't much anyway. Just some herbs and cold compresses."

"It was more than I could have done." Lancelot's voice was hardly more than a whisper and she could tell that he was really grateful for her help. She nodded at him with a serious expression.

"You're welcome," she replied almost as softly. "Just pay me back with honesty. And keep me out of trouble."

"Of course."

"Scrambled eggs for breakfast? How does that sound?" Oda said, all smiles and good mood again.

"No, I'm good." Lancelot raised his hands defensively. "Please, I don't want to be a bother."

"Don't be silly," Oda laughed, putting her hands on her hips. "I have to eat, too and you must be starving. Why don't you go outside for a bath in the brook behind the house and I will prepare breakfast."

He looked at her, blushing when he realized that he was probably reeking from every pore after days without having a proper wash and a night bathed in cold sweat.

"Alright."

Lancelot got up and left without another word and Oda couldn't help but follow him with her gaze without really knowing why. The only thing she knew was that this stranger was by far the most mysterious and interesting man she'd ever met.

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hatchetation · 2 years

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NCIS Hawai’i: What’s in a Name?

Happy Monday! I decided to make a long post about character names and meanings in NCIS Hawai’i. I included what I already said about Lucy and Kate in this post (with a couple of additions), and added the rest of the NCIS Hawai’i team. It’s a bit long but I think a decent amount thought was put into their names so that’s cool!

Lucy Tara: Lucy (coming from Latin) means “light;” Tara (coming from Sanskrit + some other related languages) means “star.” To me, these names together show that Lucy is the type of person who lights up a room, someone whose compassion and determination, like a star, shine through and are a beacon for others. Also, Lucy is an overachiever and is clearly already a fan favorite--total star in her field 🌟! Her last name being Tara also gives some info about her ethnicity (i.e. possibly Arab).

(gif from @gaytvthings )

Kate Whistler: Kate (nickname for Katherine, coming from English) means “pure;” Whistler (also coming from English) means “one who whistles.”

Well, first off, Kate is a pretty commonplace name but Whistler is a little more unusual. Second, if this most recent sneak peek shows us anything, it’s that Kate’s reasons for being a DIA officer are pure–she’s there because of her beliefs about how to best serve her country. But, most people call her Whistler, not Kate, and seem to find her to be more of a nuisance than anything (like, say, someone who whistles all the time lol). Also, she’s kind of like the referee blowing a whistle and putting a stop to the NCIS agents’ missions (Ernie literally referred to her as an alarm in 1x06 🚨). Last thing, the writers probably knew that a lot of characters would call her Whistler rather than Kate so maybe wanted something distinctive for that.

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Jane Tennant: Jane (coming from English) means “God is gracious;” Tennant (coming from Scottish and English) means “tenant.”

So for Jane’s name, I think the historical and etymological name meanings are less important than what her name /sounds/ like. First, Jane is kind of an everywoman (think “Jane Doe”) and I think her character is meant to be an everywoman--a mom and careerwoman in whom many women could see themselves if they lived in an alternate universe where they had been in the CIA 🕵. Second, Tennant is a humble name in that a tenant is not an owner or landlord but someone trying to live on the land. Tennant is in a position of power, but as a woman that position isn’t typical or guaranteed. Also, to me, Tennant sounds like tenet (and a quick google search shows that tenet is often confused with the word tenant)--a principle or belief. Jane is a principled woman and her principles guide her decision making.

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Jesse Boone: Jesse (coming from Hebrew) means “king” or “God’s gift;” Boone (coming from French) means “good.” For Jesse’s name, I also relied less on the name meanings (although if I were straight I might say Jesse is God’s gift...to women 🤪). The name Jesse brings to mind Jesse James, the infamous American outlaw. The name Boone brings to mind Daniel Boone, a famous American pioneer and folk hero. So Jesse Boone is strongly rooted in American ideals and principles like rugged individualism. Basically, Jesse is an all-American guy, married, Christian, etc.

Kai Holman: Kai (coming from Hawai’ian) means “sea;” Holman (coming from English) means “dweller on an island.”

I think Kai’s name pretty much says it all 🌊 and also makes me rethink his catchphrase from the pilot episode--never turn your back on the ocean. Kai is a native Hawai’ian and his roots are important to him and inform everything that he does. (Also just fyi, Holman has a few name meanings, but I thought island dweller was the most relevant).

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Ernie Malik: Ernie (short for Ernest, coming from German) means “serious” or “battle to the death;” Malik (coming from Arabic) means “king.” I found Ernie’s name really interesting! I don’t actually know if Ernie is short for Ernest, but it’s a common nickname for Ernest so... Ernest means serious and the word earnest means “showing sincere or intense conviction.” Ernie is an earnest person--his work his highly credible, he’s passionate about it, and without him the team wouldn’t get far. That said, he’s a fun loving guy with a good sense of humor which explains to me why he goes by a nickname. And then Malik--I think this is mostly to indicate Ernie’s ethnicity but also, Ernie is a king among men 👑.

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#this was so fun #takes me back to my english classes #ncis hawaii #lucy tara #kate whistler #jane tennant #jesse boone #kai holman #ernie malik #lucy x kate #kacy #whistara #long post #ps i'm not an etymologist and #a bunch of these names have multiple meanings #and origins #so my b if there are any mistakes

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usagi-zakura · 2 years

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Dungeons and Expanding Crystals

Gonna post some pics from my most recent game...

We were fighting this arc's BBEG, a mad scientist who likes to experiment on everyone around him to create the "ultimate lifeform" including himself... human...over 300 years old...ancestor to our artificer/cleric Paddock.

The whole party have been given magical upgrades by a hag, but up untill now my character Remus has refused to ever use it... This time he decided to give it a go...

His ability adds 5 feet to the radius of his AOE spells... it doesn't sound a lot...but you don't usually consider that when you get hit by a 60 foot fireball...

Things didn't go so well after that though and we were all close to dying...except the fighter... Remus was on 2 failed death saves and the BBEG turned towards him to finish him off..

Oh hey big brother Romulus...Where did you come from...why are you bleeding out?

sadly he did pass

But thank Ilmater for Revifiy... it also changed his eye color... cuz that's something that happens sometimes in this DM's world when you revive someone, he got the eye color of the guy who resurrected him. That being Paddock the Cleric/Artificer. (The Fennec cleric wasn’t there I just drew him in for the meme cuz it would make very little sense for Romulus to explain this to Remus, he was there. )

The BBEG was eventually killed by one of our NPC companions, Deryssa... she deserved it though as she was one of the ones he'd experimented on... and then we decided to get the heck out of there. Romulus warning us that yeah the city was kinda falling apart above us...

Just as we were about to escape however we were stopped by a human woman who'd acted as our guide since we arrived in this town... but then she removed her disguise and revealed she was really....

Some random elf woman none of us had met... but our players know who she is. She was a PC from an evil oneshot we did, who has a grudge against Paddock's family... Lady Danielle. She wasn't accompanied by her two companions Worwosh the dwarf and Hugs the Kobold at the time, but I decided to add them for the picture anyway.

She then decided to collapse the tunnel we were in.

(And this little kobold still keeps getting wholesome rewards on Reddit when their boss goes ahead and nearly kills us all...)

We cast dimension door and managed to escape... to mid-air above the city... only for Remus' chest to suddenly burst open... Turns out he'd drank a poisoned healing potion earlier that caused crystals to form in his stomach which expands when affected by magic... and Dimension Door sure is magic...

I rolled one last death save... successs. Jade, the gnome Arcane Trickster, cast featherfall on all of us so that we wouldn't all fall to your death. Paddock performed some mid-air surgery to get rid of the crystal and Romulus helped with a bit of healing (it was at this point we finally learned he was a bard/rogue.) and we all lived traumatized ever after...

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #remus renard #art

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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 years

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All the books I reviewed in 2020

I know it's a little late for Xmas shipping, but I'm FINALLY getting around to publishing a roundup of all the books I reviewed in 2019!

Part 1: FICTION FOR ADULTS

I. AGENCY by William Gibson: A sequel to The Peripheral for the Trump years, about seductive bitterness of imagined alternate timelines, filled with cyberpunk cool and action.

https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/books/story/2020-01-24/agency-william-gibson

II. RIOT BABY by Tochi Onyebuchi: An incandescent Afrofuturist novella that connects the Rodney King uprising with contemporary struggle, pitting supernatural powers against dire politics.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/04/23/riot-baby/#Tochi-Onyebuchi

III. OR WHAT YOU WILL by Jo Walton: A metafiction about the desperate attempt of a character to pull his writer into a fictional world to save the both from human mortality.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/07/little-bro-with-snowden/#metafiction

IV. A BEAUTIFULLY FOOLISH ENDEAVOR by Hank Green: Sequel to An Absolutely Remarkable Thing - a madcap and sometimes brutal tale of social media influencers, alien invaders, disinformation, and runaway capitalism.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/08/absolutely-remarkable-thing/#carls

V. FAILED STATE by Christopher Brown: A legal eco-thriller that imagines the end of capitalism without imagining the end of the world - cyberpunk meets ecotopianism, with anarchist jurisdictions, show-trials, and rewilding.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/08/12/failed-state/#chris-brown

VI. AFTERLAND by Lauren Beukes: Eerily well-timed road-trip novel set after a prostate-cancer plague wipes out nearly every man on Earth, except for the protagonist's teenaged son, who is now being hunted by the (all-female) US government.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/28/afterland/#XY

VII. BALLISTIC KISS by Richard Kadrey: Sandman Slim confronts the worst demons of all - his own trauma and self-doubt.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/08/25/anxietypunk/#bk

VIII. SQUEEZE ME by Carl Hiaasen: Hiaasen was writing comedic whodunnits about improbable Florida Man types decades before the memes, and his Mar-a-Lago gator plague novel is a hectic and hilarious tale for our times.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/10/05/florida-man/#disappearing-act

VIII. The Ministry for the Future by Kim Stanley Robinson: KSR says it's his last novel and I say it's the book he's been training to write all his life. If you like your climate fiction wrenching but still uplifting enough to move you to tears...

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/03/ministry-for-the-future/#ksr

IX. SET MY HEART TO FIVE by Simon Stephenson: An absurdist robot-romp in the mold of Kurt Vonnegut about a robot who catches the disease of emotions and tries to treat it by moving to Hollywood to write screenplays about robots.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/01/cant-pay-wont-pay/#robot-rights

Part 2: NONFICTION FOR ADULTS

I. A PUBLIC SERVICE by Tim Schwartz: An incredibly practical, detailed guide for would-be whistleblowers (and journalists who work with them) to staying safe while spilling the beans.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/01/08/a-public-service-a-comprehensive-comprehensible-guide-to-leaking-documents-to-journalists-and-public-service-groups-without-getting-caught/

II. THE MONSTERS KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING by Keith Ammann: A sourcebook for RPG game-masters explaining how different kinds of monsters can use a variety of combat tactics that add depth, texture (and challenge) to your games.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/01/10/the-monsters-know-what-theyre-doing-an-rpg-sourcebook-for-dms-who-want-to-imbue-monsters-with-deep-smart-tactics/

III. SNOWDEN'S BOX by Jessica Bruder and Dale Maharidge: The incredible, true tale of how trust among friends allowed Snowden's leaks to safely transit from his home in Hawai'i to the hands of Laura Poitras and the journalists who reported the story.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/03/31/snowdens-box-the-incredible-illuminating-story-of-the-journey-of-snowdens-hard-drive/

III. ABOLISH SILICON VALLEY by Wendy Liu: A personal journey from a fully bought-in believer in Silicon Valley's meritocracy to a ferocious critic who demands tech to serve humanity, not a human race in service to the tech industry.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/04/14/abolish-silicon-valley-memoir-of-a-driven-startup-founder-who-became-an-anti-capitalist-activist/

IV. THE CASE FOR A JOB GUARANTEE by Pavlina Tcherneva: A fierce little book setting out an economic program to rescue the nation and the planet from a system that insists we can't even hope for a better world.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/22/jobs-guarantee/#job-guarantee

VII. SUBPRIME ATTENTION CRISIS by Tim Hwang: What's worse than having our lies destroyed by surveillance to manipulate us with ads? Having our lives destroyed by surveillance in order to fuel a fraudulent market in ad-based manipulation.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/10/05/florida-man/#wannamakers-ghost

VIII. MONOPOLIES SUCK by Sally Hubbard: There are plenty of *great* books about monopolies and the resurgence in antitrust, but Hubbard's is the most practical, providing the reader with excellent advice for actually *doing something* about monopolism.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/10/27/peads-r-us/#sally-hubbard

IX. BREAK 'EM UP by Zephyr Teachout: The most lucid, readable, infuriating, energizing book on the rise of monopolies. Teachout never loses sight of the systemic nature of the problem, even as she uses individual stories to tell the tale.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/29/break-em-up/#break-em-up

X. BOUNDLESS REALM by Fox Nolte: There has never been a better book about the Haunted Mansion (indeed, this is one of the best books ever written about environmental design in general). Nolte goes *way* beyond trite wisdom about "storytelling."

https://pluralistic.net/2020/11/09/boundless-realm/#fuxxfur

PART 3: GRAPHIC NOVELS

I. YEAR OF THE RABBIT by Tean Viasna: A graphic memoir of Viasna's harrowing boyhood during the rise of the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia. It's a tale we've rarely seen through the eyes of a child, and brilliantly realized.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/01/22/year-of-the-rabbit-a-graphic-novel-memoir-of-one-familys-life-under-the-khmer-rouge/

II. FEMALE FURIES by @misscecil: Castellucci uses an obscure and anachronistic all-woman cast of DC Universe b-characters to tell an incredible, smart, pitiless story about #MeToo, comics, solidarity and betrayal.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/29/female-furies/#apokolips-now

III. LONELINESS OF THE LONG-DISTANCE CARTOONIST by Adrian Tomine: A memoir of intensely felt impostor syndrome, a forceful reminder that comparison is the thief of joy - and that the traits that keep an artist going at first go toxic over time.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/21/the-thief-of-joy/#tomine

IV. CONSTITUTION ILLUSTRATED by R Sikoryak: The Trump years were an unhappy crash-course in Constitutional law, but Sikoryak's genius adaptation of the Constitution in the style of dozens of cartoonists is a pure delight.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/27/ip/#r-sikoryak

PART 4: KIDS AND YA

I. SEND PICS by Lauren McLaughlin: A YA novel that's a thrilling revenge-play about "revenge porn," a cyber-heist novel that's also a sneaky and forceful book about teen girls' sexuality.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/04/21/send-pics-ripping-brutal-amazing-novel-about-teens-sextortion-revenge-and-justice/

II. IMPOSSIBLE MUSIC by Sean Williams: A YA novel about a music-obsessed kid who loses his hearing is the frame for a book about ability, adaptation, music theory, family, Deafness and what dreams are really for.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/30/deafhood/#impossible-music

III. HARD WIRED by Len Vlahos: A 15 year old discovers the truth behind bizarre dysfunction of the world around him: he's an AI in a sim, and the guy he thinks of as his long-dead father is actually the research scientists who created him.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/08/31/ai-rights-now/#len-vlahos

IV. ADVENTURES OF A DWERGISH GIRL, by Daniel Pinkwater: Like every Pinkwater novel, it defies description, it is brilliant, and it is his best to date. Ghosts, Revolutionary War fleshbots, papaya juice, and supernatural beings from the Catskills!

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/25/dwergish-girl/#you-are-a-pickle

V. WITCH by Finbar Hawkins: A beautiful debut novel about a pair of 17th century sisters who avenge themselves against the witchfinders that murdered their mother. A superbly told historical.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/10/01/the-years-of-repair/#witch

FINALLY: I published *four* books in 2020!

I. POESY THE MONSTER SLAYER: My debut picture book, about a little girl who turns her toys into weapons and torments her parents by hunting monsters all night, with wonderful art by Matt Rockefeller:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781626723627

II. LITTLE BROTHER/HOMELAND: My multibestselling YA novels were reissued last summer in a gorgeous package with a (fantastic) new introduction by Snowden.

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250774583

III. ATTACK SURFACE: A standalone, adult sequel to Little Brother and Homeland. The New York Times called it "vocal and unflinching" and "ultimately optimistic"; the Washington Post called it a "riveting techno-thriller."

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250757531

IV. HOW TO DESTROY SURVEILLANCE CAPITALISM: A long pamphlet/short book that makes the case that Big Tech manipulates us and spies on us because they have monopolies - not because they've developed devastating, data-driven mind-control.

https://onezero.medium.com/how-to-destroy-surveillance-capitalism-8135e6744d59

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FTWD 6x12 - In Dreams

Wow! This episode was Amazing! As I told my fellow theorists, this is one of those episodes, much like TWD 10x18, Find Me, that’s kinda gonna be a holy grail of TD symbolism. So buckle up! There’s a lot here to unpack.

***As always, spoilers for FTWD 6x12 abound below. Don’t read until you’ve watched!***

This episode really was amazing, but also super-sad. While obviously it’s extremely tragic the baby didn’t make it, I will say that I’m glad Grace isn’t leaving the show just yet. It was amazing for the symbolism but also for the masterful storytelling. I got to a point at the end where I was trying to decide which ending they were going for (whether Grace would live or die) but the truth was actually a third outcome I totally didn’t see coming. I write fiction myself and so it’s really hard to take me by surprise, but this episode did it.

First and foremost, this episode is really great evidence that Leah is a hallucination and/or dream. I know I’ve posted about how we think the bright and somewhat fuzzy colors show that. But let me illustrate. Here’s is a pic from 10x17 of Daryl and Maggie in the woods. Just take note of the greens and browns. This is the filter they generally use in TWD and it’s not hugely saturated with color. That’s on purpose because it’s a post-apocalyptic world and they want it to feel bleak.

Compare that pic to the one below it from Find Me. See the difference?

Well, same thing in this episode about Grace. Here, they tell us flat out and pretty early that it’s not real. So they aren’t trying to trick us like they did in 10x18. So, this is evidence (if not proof in my book) because if the colors look like this and it’s a dream/hallucination for Grace, then it must be for Daryl, too, right?

Okay, but let’s get to specifics. First off, Roy Orbison. We’ve seen/heard references to him SO often, and usually in conjunction with Beth symbolism. Pretty much this entire episode centers around his song, In Dreams.

Not only is there the saturation of the colors, but there is tons of PINK. (Pink Theory).

So Grace wakes up in the middle of the woods, and already, things feel ethereal.

I didn’t even realize it at first, but she’s lying on her back and sees birds flying in circles above her. Just like Beth and Daryl in Inmates.

A walker attacks her, and both it’s arms end up breaking. We saw that very recently in the Aaron/Father Gabriel episode (10x19). We’re not entirely sure what it means yet, but forearms symbolism has been a thing, in different iterations, for a while. So, that’s one we’re working on understanding.

She meets a young woman named Athena (who we’ve looked into before for various reasons; for one thing, the owl a symbol of Athena, and that’s definitely been a TD symbol in the past).

Athena asks her if she can remember her name, and Grace can’t. This is reminiscent of Dawn asking Beth at Grady if she can remember her name.

When Grace stands up, she pulls her sweater up over her shoulder. Even though this isn’t a romantic situation, it reminded me SO much of when Beth did it in 4x01 after hugging Daryl. And given the bright yellowness of the sweater? Yeah, she’s definitely a Beth proxy.

In the opening credits, we see Grace, but just for a moment, there’s an overlay of Athena over top of her. We see her walking stick clearly, but then she disappears. I noticed that when I first watched it, and rewound, trying to understand what it was, but of course I didn’t until I watched the episode.

Speaking of Athena’s stick, @wdway did some research because she thought it looked similar to sticks the blind use to guide them. Check this out.

So, clearly Athena isn’t using it that way, but the theme of being blind is there. I’ll talk more about this later, but we see several walkers get stabbed through one eye, which both suggests blindness and is part of the Sirius/one eye symbolism. The “blind” walking stick is just another way to show this same theme.

Athena takes her back to Morgan’s community, and we quickly learn that it’s been 16 years since the last episode, and Athena is actually Grace’s unborn child. So clearly, this is a dream or vision of some kind.

She had to convince Morgan of who she is, which she eventually does.

So, here’s the thing. I, for one, am very focused on what foreshadows Beth, right? And there is TONS of dialogue in this episode that could potentially be applied to her.

For example, in this scene, Morgan says, “You can’t be here.” Grace: “Why?” And then it just shows her grave stone. Morgan says, “I buried you myself.”

Now, we don’t think Daryl actually buried Beth, but he tried at a white church. (X). However, the idea of Daryl saying something like this, (You can’t be here. You’re dead.) works very well.

Later in the same scene, Grace says, “people don’t get what they wish for.” To which Morgan replies, “Sometimes things happen that you just can’t explain.” It reminded me of something Dwight said back in S4/S5 when he was still looking for Sherry. He says, “impossible shit happens.” He was referring to him finding Sherry again, which he did. This was referring to Morgan seeing Grace again after he thought she’d died. Which he also did (even if it was just in her dream). Although, it definitely gave the impression that maybe she did die for a few minutes in the barn before he resuscitated her. So, you could argue that that aspect of her dream came true.

I had to chuckle when June showed up to check her out. She literally checks her eyes and says she sees no sign of brain injury. Um, yeah. Brain injury CAN show up in the eyes, but just because it doesn’t, doesn’t mean she doesn’t have one. Clearly, they didn’t want to use screen time to show June do an entire, thorough check of Grace, but there was a little bit of medical unreality here. Of course, you could argue that this is Grace’s dream and she’s not a doctor, so she wouldn’t have known better.

But more to the point, they mention a concussion (which Edwards said Beth had), traumatic brain injury (which Beth sustained in Coda) and then combine it with Grace not remembering her name at the beginning, and the unrealities of Carol’s recovery at Grady in S5, and I’d say this is a very on-the-nose replay of Grady.

We see a really sweet future where Strand and Daniel are friends and Sherry and Dwight are not only back together, but have two kids. A baby girl named Tina (Sherry’s sister who died in TWD S6 and, might I add, was a Beth proxy) and a little boy named John after John Dorie. Very sweet.

But I was thinking while watching it that chances are, none of that will actually happen. And I was thinking about it from an outside-the-story aspect. They’re already talking about people from Fear crossing back over to main TWD. And I don’t necessarily think we’ll see it in S11, but probably in the spinoff. So, I feel like this community Morgan is building will go down at some point.

And that doesn’t mean Dwight and Sherry won’t get back together. I actually think they will. I’m just saying it won’t happen exactly as Grace saw it in her dream. Compare it to Carl’s dream of the future during S8, before he died. Certain aspects of that have or will come true, but he won’t live to see it. So not all of it will. See what I mean?

And then the showrunner kind of confirmed this during the “inside the episode.” He said what Grace saw was just a dream and none of it was actually going to come to pass. ☹

Grace then asks Morgan how he managed to build the community and bring everyone together. He answers that it was Athena. Because they lost Grace, everyone rallied around her child and that’s what kept everyone together.

I actually think we saw this theme somewhat in 5b. After they lost Beth (and Tyreese) everyone sort of rallied around Judith, who was still a baby. I had an idea while watching the beginning of the episode that Grace = Beth and Athena = Judith. Now, Athena doesn’t survive, so I’m not sure how far I can push that. But it’s still interesting to think about.

This walker is an interesting one. We could really go down a rabbit hole iwth it. First off, there’s the shirt that says, “don’t mess with Texas.” As I’ve been talking about Eugene lately, I’m sure you’ll recognize the Texas/New Mexico/western theme.

The missing eye is sirius symbolism. But the glasses make me think of two specific walkers we saw in the past. The woman in the food bank that father Gabriel had a relationship with,

and also this one that Glenn and Nicholas saw. You know, right before Glenn’s death fake out.

I won’t go into what they both mean in detail. I’m sure it’s enough to say that both walkers, in both situations, are Beth proxies of one sort or another.

And I’m sure we should be reading into the fact that it comes on a loop. They see/kill it over and over again as Grace becomes “awake” in her dream.

Of course, Athena has a Walkman and listens to music all the time. I’m sure I don’t have to explain that one. But what really caught my ear was the part where Morgan turned it off in the real world and in the dream, Athena said, “You broke it.” Very similar to the music box being broken in 5x10.

And then Grace says she didn’t break it. Morgan just turned it off. I’m seeing that as a hint that Beth was never dead. Just sleeping. When she finally starts connecting all the dots, Grace has lots of interesting lines that could apply to Beth, or could also apply to the Daryl/Leah situation.

“I’m unconscious.” (Beth)

“It’s just fragments of different memories. Things I’ve thought about. My brain is trying to make sense of it all.” (Daryl/Leah).

At one point, Grace tells Athena she is strong (Beth’s “I am strong,”) and that she’ll bring everyone together. Bring everyone hope.

Seriously, EVERY line of dialogue in this episode jumped out at me in some way.

Let me back up a minute. When we see the car with the “end is the beginning” graffiti on it, the trunk is open, which is significant.

Grace also talks about how she was on the highway with Morgan, and they saw this car, and there was an explosion.

Now, we’ve never talked much about anything like this with Beth because we don’t have tons of evidence for it. But I do remember that spoilers (the same ones that reported seeing her at the white cabin during S5 filming) mentioned a car chase near Terminus, and we never saw that, either. So, I think it’s possible something like this might happen during the missing 17 days. Just speculation on my part, though.

Also a major “wake up” theme here. I mentioned this about a week ago HERE when I did a bunch of mini rewatches. The symbolism of what’s real vs what’s a dream has actually been very prevalent throughout the entire series. I just don’t think TD homed in on it until the Leah episode just recently.

We heard it clear back in ep 1 with Rick. We saw it with Denise just before she died. And we saw Beth’s eyes flutter open at Grady when she “woke up,” so it’s safe to say this can be applied to Beth.

Morgan says repeatedly to Grace that she needs to wake up. Once she realizes she’s unconscious, she repeats it many times as well. “I need to wake up.”

In terms of how this might speak to Leah being a hallucination for Daryl, consider this. Grace is inside her hallucination, and she says things like this:

“I’m unconscious.” “This isn’t real.” “It’s in my head. Fragments of different memories…” Yeah, that’s what we’ve been saying about 10x18 for weeks.

Grace’s hallucination represents the future she hopes will come to pass, but what she actually sees is an amalgamation of people she knows and memories she has. Her brain just fills in the blanks.

By the same token, Leah represents something Daryl wants (not to be alone anymore) but she’s an amalgamation of past experiences and people he knows in real life. (Rick, Carol, and especially Beth.)

Then we have the white horse symbol. This is something we’ve known for a long time. It’s the black/white theme, but we saw a white horse and a “you’re still alive” sign near Morgan in 6x16. Rick also rode a white horse in 9x05, just before he didn’t actually die. So the white horse represents someone living.

Interestingly, the first time she sees the white horse, it’s a picture hanging in the air, apparently from nothing. But it reminds me a lot of the plate glass windows we see hanging from the trees during S8/AOW.

Grace and Athena rode one to the barn where Grace lived and sort of reunited with Morgan. And yes, it’s a little bit sneaky, because both Athena and Grace were on the horse, and Athena didn’t make it. It was hard to tell which one it would apply to. But that’s exactly how the writers keep us guessing. It’s why we don’t usually know things for sure until we can see them in hind sight.

But in this case, we could have guessed Grace would live because of that horse. More on that in minute.

When Riley shows up in the hallucination, Grace kills him and realizes Athena represents her real baby and can feel the contractions too. She has an interesting line. “I was wrong. You are real. It’s the only thing that makes sense. We’re connected.”

This is the kind of line that jumps out at me as a foreshadow of Beth. For years, we’ve wondered if Daryl will see Beth and think he’s hallucinating. In the wake of the Leah episode, I suspect this more than ever. Especially if at some point, he realizes Leah isn’t real, when he sees Beth, he won’t trust his own eyes and his own mind. So this line could apply to some future storyline.

Of course Grace says things like, “I need to wake up so you can be born.” “I need to wake up so you’re all right.” I was writing so fast, my hand was cramping, lol.

While riding the white horse, they cross a small bridge, which is clearly symbolic. But I also noticed that Grace passed the truck we saw her driving around last season. In the cab is a walker in a radiation suit and a radiation detector (I’m sure there’s a more official name for that, lol).

It gave me a new perspective on the cars. While I’m sure they represent many things, they represent things that have happened in the characters’ pasts. And that works well for everything we’ve always said, because it means when Daryl sees a blond walker in a car, it’s all about his past. And Beth.

There’s a moment when Grace actually seems to die. She stops breathing and appears to be dead, even in the dream.

Couple of things here. 1) I’ve said for years that Beth may have truly, medically died for a short time period. As in, her heart stopped before restarting. That would be a sneaky way to fulfill all the “death” symbolism around her but have her still live/resurrect. This may be evidence of that. 2) Did you see everything run backward? It’s at this part when Grace stops breathing, we see everything run in backward motion for about 30 seconds. Almost as though they need to rewind or reset to get the story back on the right track.

The key. I guess we should talk about the key. Very interesting stuff. As per this episode, the key represents the cost of peace. And they talked about it being the future.

Remember back in S8, there was an episode called “The Key to the Future.” So this is a repeated theme. But we’ve seen keys around Beth for a long time, especially at Grady. It kept showing keys being used to open doors in order to get Rick and Daryl in to do the prisoner exchange.

So, here’s what I’m thinking for this. I think the cost of peace was Beth being shot. We’ve thought for a long time that Beth will save TF in some way. Probably during the CRM war or maybe in some way that has nothing to do with war (i.e. famine or lack of water).

We don’t know how that will play out, yet. But if key = cost of peace, then seeing keys at Grady probably shows that the cost of saving TF down the road is Beth getting shot. It went the way it had to. The way it was always going to. So she could save them.

@frangipanilove likes to say that Fear functions as our key (like the kind you find on a map) to understanding TD symbolism. And this is a good example. They told us what the key symbol stands for and it makes other things we’ve seen and theorized make sense.

In a more literal, plot-related sense, Riley also said, “That key is going to change everything.”

And, I don’t actually think it’s a good thing that they gave it away. I think Grace’s logic in the moment was absolutely sound. The baby was going to be the Savior. And the baby’s strength would supplant whatever advantage that key gave whoever has it.

But the baby, tragically, died. So…they probably need to get that key back.

Also interesting to note that back in S8, the book “A Key to a Future” was about building windmills and water aqueducts. Major water symbols, and once again, water = Beth.

Speaking of the baby as savior, that’s definitely a theme, as I described above. The people rallied around her in Grace’s dream and she kind of saved everyone just by living.

@wdway pointed out that Grace giving birth in a barn on top of hay gives it a manger feel, which is probably what they were going for.

So, Athena, in the dream, is also something of a proxy for Beth.

When they enter the barn, we see something super interesting. There’s a walker point up at a cage with a dove in it. The walker doesn’t even try to get them when they enter, but that’s because it’s Grace’s dream. But this is SUCH a potent TD symbol. A bird in a cage = imprisonment. And there was an empty bird cage in Beth’s cell in 4x01, as well as near Connie just before she disappeared.

We also think it was probably a dove (you can hear it cooing). So with the manger motif as she gives birth, from a biblical symbolism standpoint, a dove makes sense. The dove generally represents the Holy Spirit branchy of the Trinity.

Just a super interesting symbol and, to me, it shows that this is all tied up in Beth symbolism, and that the person they’re foreshadowing here is the person who’s been imprisoned for a long time. The person who had the bird cage in her cell.

I also think we need to appreciate that Grace had a dream that made her believe one thing was true (that she would die and the baby would live). But in reality, the opposite was true. We’ve come up with considerable evidence that Beth lived. But Daryl believes that she died. And the exact opposite will end up being true. They also tried really hard to convince us in this episode that Grace would die. We saw her accepting it and acting accordingly. Similarly, they’ve tried really hard to convince us that Beth really died. We’ve seen all the characters accept it and act accordingly.

So, I said above that we saw several walkers get it in the eye, right? One of the sequences I noticed the second or third time through that I watched it, was when, in the dream, Walker Riley has Athena pinned against the wall. He was the first one to say, “I know you thought this would be different, but that was just a dream.”

So, what I noticed is that he said this, at the exact same time that Grace stopped breathing or “died” and then suddenly revived. And directly after Riley said this, he got a stake through the eye when Morgan showed up.

So we have this “dream” symbolism, Grace dying and then resurrecting and the eye/Sirius symbolism all within a few seconds of each other. It’s a very compelling and powerful scene. Maybe my favorite of the episode. I’ve watched it like a thousand times, lol.

And of course there’s that heartbreaking, repeated line, “I [know you] thought this would end differently. But that was just a dream.” First, walker-Riley (super cool walker effect, btw) said it to Athena in the Grace’s dream. Then she said it while holding her deceased baby.

More lines that jumped out at me near the end, and could possibly apply to Beth and Daryl:

“You found us.” (Athena says this to Morgan when he shows up to kill Riley in the dream.)

“He’s here for me.” Grace says this when Morgan shows up and takes her hand.

Grace: “I don’t want to say goodbye, but I have to.” Beth hating goodbyes and not wanting to say them.

When Morgan is trying to revive Grace, he says, “Stay with me. Come back.” (Geez, if Daryl says anything like this during those missing 17 days, it’s gonna be freaking heartbreaking.)

When she wakes up, he says, “Good morning. You’re awake. You’re awake.” So there’s that awake/wake up theme again. But the “good morning” is interesting, too. It may be morning time as this scene is playing out, but we didn’t actually see them go from night to morning.

We’ve said for years that the sunrise represents Beth and a new beginning, so that “good morning” line is highly symbolic of a new era in which Beth lives.

He also says, “I thought I lost you.” *coughs Daryl*

Grace replies, “I had to come back so Athena could be born.” And again, I really don’t think Beth will be pregnant when she shows up, but baby Athena represents the way in which she’ll save TF. Because Athena was supposed to be the Savior here.

“We don’t have much time,” is repeated two or three times. So that’s a time mention, but also probably foreshadows a future storyline where they’re up against a countdown clock in some way.

“I had to come back.” Tell me you aren’t thinking of Beth when listening to that line.

“The key is not the future. She is.” Okay, my fellow theorists and I have discussed that the child who will save the future may well be Judith. In that sense, Judith may be Athena, but that still leaves Grace = Beth. And hearing this line, I just can’t help but replace “she” with Beth.

When Morgan asks Riley what the key opens, Riley says, “it doesn’t matter.” Also a Beth theme from Grady.

And finally, after Riley takes it, he says, “Good luck.” Luck Theory.

Phew. Quite a few of those, right?

Side note: one of the reasons I really didn’t know if Grace would live or die, as I mentioned above, is that they were really trying to convince us she would, but a lot of what was said could be seen as dialogue foreshadow.

That could be a problem for some of our theories. But here’s the thing. Going back through it again, the writers were super-sneaky. Most of it could be quantified differently than it came across. For example, Grace says to Morgan, “I don’t THINK I’m going to survive this.” Not that she absolutely won’t. See what they did there? I’m just pointing out.

Finally, I want to mention a few more things the show runner said in his interview at the end.

First, in talking about Athena, he said they wanted to make her a very strong, together girl, so it was obvious she came from Grace and was trained and raised by Morgan. It just reminded me a lot of what they said about Beth after Still. The whole, “raised by Hershel, trained by Daryl, meet the new Beth Greene.” Athena gave off that vibe for sure, but the showrunner used almost the exact same words to describe her. Definitely side-eyeing that.

He also talked about how they purposely crafted the “dream” so that it wasn’t only a dream that Grace was a passive participant in. Parts of it had to be real and have real world implications so she was driven by a ticking time bomb. For her, in this episode, it was because her baby was coming and she needed to wake up to give birth.

I just mention it because I can’t help but wonder what implications this will have for the Daryl/Leah situation.

I think that’s what I have for this episode. But man, what a crazy, tragic, epic, awesome episode! Loved it. (And hey, they owed us a big one after killing off John a few weeks ago. ;D)

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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Whatever reason GG has for being weird on sm it’s just looks really bad. He better not get offended the next time he gets dragged, he can’t claim that he doesn’t know because all this was mentioned that day and he said he would do better but here we are not even a year later and it’s back to the ignorance 😒 I’m not so surprised bc I knew we couldn’t trust him but it’s just annoying bc I know CP deserves a more supportive co-lead and I hope she gets that on her next project 🤞🏿

She definitely deserves a better co-lead. Yes, there have been times when Grant was supportive of Candice and Westallen but unfortunately after six years those times are far outweighed by the time he hasn’t been.

We’ve lost count at how many times people try to come at us for talking about Grant not publicly supporting Candice because according to them it’s not a big deal because nobody but us is paying attention to it. Well, here we are a whole ass TV Guide article later and as it turns out people have noticed and since it’s been pointed out even more are going to be seeing it now.

At the end of the day given the way Grant chooses to move on social media the forgone conclusion is if Iris was played by a white woman he wouldn’t have any problem promoting and interacting with her on social media. That’s a problem. You go back and look at his IG throughout the run of the Flash and you’ll see the one photoshoot he did with Danielle. You’ll see the BTS photos he took when Shantel played his love interest. And honestly it’s only like three or four pics and yet, somehow, it’s still more than what he’s managed to post of him and Candice together. They took cute photos together at SDCC and instead of posting one of those like the fans asked he dismissed those and instead promised a photoshoot that we all know he had no intention of doing so in the end he managed to get out of posting any kind of photos with Candice in it. He pretty much decided to stop promoting the show when his black daughter came on the show so there was now two black women he refused to promote. One of the few things he did do good was post that wedding poster of Barry and Iris that reached a million likes...then he promptly ruined by trying to make sure a random photo he posted of him LA did the same. 🙄

We could keep going but we’ve made our point. All we can hope now is that whatever project Candice works on in the future her co-star is mature enough to do all aspects of his job to the best of his ability.

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keiratheraven · 4 years

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Bentley 8 Squad Characters Description

(First, forgive me for my broken English. Second, sims close-up in sims 3 gameplay isn't so good and I can't install pose player for some reason, so I have to go to CAS just to take their closeups).

This is the description of the characters from my fanfiction, Bentley 8 Squad. Like I said in my previous post, they called themselves "Bentley 8" because all of them like Bentley cars. They are living together in a house in Sim City. Each nicknames represent their traits/styles and positions in this squad. Their friendships are inseparable, and they're always there for each other. They established a mental health community named "Im-perfection", and their goal is to help everyone who struggles with mental health. Their Im-perfection community tagline is: "It's okay to not be perfect, and we are perfect because of it". Despite their obstacles, they're always finding ways to chase their dreams in their early 20's. By the way, some original characteristics are changed for the storyline.

Angela Pleasant (Bentley Queen) - age 20

She's ambitious, fashionable, popular, cheerful, and a trendsetter. As a cheerleader captain and queen bee of Pleasantview high school, Angela knows how to fit in. She's always friendly to everyone despite her stuck-up personality, and it made some people nicknamed her "phony" behind her back. But as she gets older, she became more sincere, especially after she's taking a master's degree in psychology. She and her twin sister, Lilith, disliked each other when they were teens. But she apologized to her and they became friends. She also has interests in fashion design. She's a great home cook, and excellent at making cakes. Angela is a good listener to her seven housemates. She loves Dustin so much although they came from different social circles. She suffers from eating disorders and endometriosis, but it doesn't limit her to become a (soon-to-be) psychologist.

Lilith Pleasant (Bentley Gothic) - age 20

She's often misunderstood due to her attitude and black clothing. She's sharp, gloomy, sarcastic, hot-headed, and somewhat rude. But she's really nice if you know her well, and she will do everything for her close friends and lover (especially her boyfriend, Dirk).

Despite her parents (Daniel and Mary-Sue Pleasant) treated her unfairly and favored Angela over her, plus she and Angela disliked each other when they were teens, she's forgiving and didn't hold grudges. Unlike Angela who was a queen bee, Lilith was one of the outcasts in high school. As a lead vocalist in her high school band, and she's taking art major, Lilith is a great artist and talented rock singer/guitarist. She has bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder, but her manic-depressive phases make her even better at making arts and music. That's the way she deals with her mental disorders : pouring all her emotions into creations as a coping mechanism.

Dustin Broke (Bentley Rogue) - age 22

He's rebellious, bad-ass, tough, daredevil, and likes to break the laws. He used to be a criminal and drug dealer in high school. He liked to smoke weed and use cocaine. Back then, he liked to steal things. But actually, he's not a bad person. He's really soft on the inside but pretends to be tough. He cares a lot about his seven housemates, especially his beloved girlfriend (Angela). His mother, Brandi Broke, is married to Dirk's father (Darren Dreamer) several years after his father (Skip Broke) passed away.

Then, he realized his dream was never to become a criminal. He quits his criminal career to become an architect. Also, he suffers from schizophrenia caused by the drugs and trauma (his then-alcoholic mother, Brandi Broke, often beat him up when he was a teen), but medications and his job keeps him stable. He's getting nicer and trying to do good, although his rebellious nature is never faded.

Dirk Dreamer (Bentley Brain) - age 21

He's good, selfless, genius, bookworm, and compassionate. He's the smartest among them in this squad. He graduated from medical school at age 19, then he took psychiatry specialization aside from his dream to be a general practitioner because he wants to recover his girlfriend (Lilith), his step-brother (Dustin), and his best friend (Angela) from their mental disorders. As a kind doctor, Dirk is always helping people or put everyone's priority first before him, especially all of his housemates. His hard-work is because he wants to make his late mother proud. He's good at treating sick people or saving lives, and he'll be distressed if he fails to keep them alive. But, he has a terrible sense of humor. He has a library in their house, full of his book collections. Despite his struggle with type 1 diabetes, it doesn't stop him to become a successful doctor. He wrote a best-selling book about his journey as a diabetic psychiatric resident.

Johnny Smith (Bentley Leader) - age 23

He's nice, athletic, charismatic, commanding, and a party animal. He's so confident despite having a green skin due to alien descent. As the squad leader (and the oldest member) who has a black belt in karate, Johnny is trying his best to guide and protect all his friends and lover (Ophelia) in this squad. Johnny is a great organizer and planner. His perfectionist nature makes him never missed any arrangement. He has a bachelor's degree in business. He also likes to be a party DJ in the clubs. He's the second-best home cook in their household after Angela. Although sometimes he's loud and bossy to his seven housemates, it's because he cares and wants the best for them. He suffers from OCD and PTSD because he got beaten up by 9 people, stabbed on his abdomen, and thrown to the filthy dumpster due to hate crime against green-skinned sims when he was 18. But, he's trying to let go of the past, learning karate, and became a successful young executive.

Ophelia Nigmos (Bentley Flower) - age 22

She's kind, worrywart, mysterious, graceful, and patient. She likes every kind of flower, and her hobbies are gardening and writing. Motherly and nurturing, Ophelia knows how to give attention to her seven friends/housemates (especially her boyfriend, Johnny). She likes children, and she's working as a kindergarten (sometimes elementary school) teacher. She's also a talented writer. She has a strong interest in literature and has a bachelor's degree in it. She's also a successful blogger and their Im-perfection website admin as well. Her parents died when she was 10, and she became independent and quiet since she moved to Olive Specter's house in Strangetown. She's often panicking and worrying about the smallest things. Although she has anxiety and paranoid personality disorder, caused by the ghosts of her old house, only writing and gardening that can calm her down beside the meds.

Ripp Grunt (Bentley Clown) -

age 21

He's playful, humorous, hyperactive, talkative, and a heartbreaker. He slept with more than ten women (and also slept with men). But, he never fell in love with them like the way he fell in love with Ophelia and Johnny. As a drama student, Ripp is a talented actor and entertainer. He's great at imitating impressions. He can do a pantomime or stand up comedies as well. He likes to sing/play guitar and often posting duet cover videos with Lilith. He also likes to post pranking videos. His nice and funny personality makes him great at consoling his seven housemates when any of them gets sad, even though he often cries alone when he remembers his past because his father and older brother (Buzz and Tank Grunt) abused him when he was a teen. He wants to become a successful actor and musician despite his struggles with ADHD and chronic gastritis. Although sometimes he can't control his manners or actions, He's still trying to do the best.

Puck Summerdream (Bentley Fancy) - age 22

He's good, shy, polite, thoughtful, and serious. Charming and well-mannered, Puck knows how to treat everyone nicely. Coming from the most respected and wealthy family beside The Capps in Veronaville, makes him the richest sim in this squad. But he's still humble and doesn't want to talk about his wealth. Unlike his peers in Veronaville, Puck didn't want to get involved with Capp-Monty feuds, and he's always trying to be nice to both sides. He likes to wear suits and bowtie. He's an expert in classical music because he has double degrees in mathematics and fine arts (music branch). He likes to play the piano, violin, saxophone, and he can conduct an orchestra as well. He often treats his seven friends at the restaurants, movie theatre, and concerts. His sensitive nature makes him a little bit over-emotional. Despite his weak heart, and his depression caused by the death of his girlfriend (Hermia Capp) due to the mass shooting at Academie Le Tour three years ago, Puck will never let grief or disease obstructing his dreams. He became a successful conductor, and his dream is to bring peace with his music.

Bonus pics

Six of them autonomously spending time together at the gym (Lilith is not in the pic).

Puck and his new girlfriend, Marina Prattle from Bridgeport. She's really a pretty sim for a sims 3 premade.

#sims 2 characters #sims 3 screenshots #angela pleasant #lilith pleasant #dustin broke #dirk dreamer #johnny smith #ophelia nigmos #ripp grunt #puck summerdream #squad #mental illness #description #fanfiction #sims story #marina prattle #bentley 8 #sims 3

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findmeintheafterglow · 5 years

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A Guide to Every Single Newsie

There are way too many of those punks. If you’re new to all this come learn whom is who

Let’s start with some pictures, they’re blurry because it’s surprisingly hard to get a decent screenshot. There are lots of them but hopefully just seeing their faces a few times will help you. Recognizing them just comes with time trust me, I used to struggle to find Race and now I see a pic of someone's feet and am like “ah yes Finch my boy”. Also, I’m only covering the newsies live cast because that’s what you can legally watch and what most people are familiar with. Also, I didn’t want to do every cast member to ever be on Broadway or tour.

Please note some of the things I’m about to say may not be canon but are part of what I know is widely considered true within the fandom. As far as sexuality I may mention it with some characters/who they’re commonly shipped with just so y’all aren’t lost when you see fics and things.

Jack: You know Jack so I’m not going that deep into his character. He’s 17, full name Francis Sullivan, newsie nickname is Cowboy. He’s the leader of the newsies of Lower Manhattan. A charismatic asshole who really just wants meaningful relationships and happiness for those he loves. Undeniably bisexual. Played by Jeremy Jordan.

Davey: Full name is David Jacobs, newsie nickname is Walking Mouth though he’s only addressed by his nickname in the 1992 movie. The most educated, attended school until he was around 17 ish. He’s a doofy little nerd and also mom friend ultimate, I repeat bc this is a defining trait Mom Friend Ultimate. I’m not sure if this is canon but pretty much everyone recognizes that he and his family are Jewish. Played by Ben Fankhauser.

Les: Sassy angel child. Full name Lesley Jacobs. Albert calls him shortstop a few times but it’s not quite a newsie name tm. 10 years old(almost). Also pretty Jewish. He’s kind of an impressionable little firecracker, he looks up to all the newsies but especially Jack. He just has a lot of energy and wants to hang with the big kids. Sass master in training. Buckets of charm packed into about 4 feet of human. Played by Ethan Steiner.

Crutchie: Crutchie! You know him! You’ve already fallen madly in love with him! Lost use of one of his legs to polio. Last name is Morris for sure and a lot of people say his real name is Charlie. Jack’s closest friend. He’s often painted as a pure sunshine boy, he is a pure sunshine boy. However, he is also tough, streetsmart and ready to fight. Very kindhearted and eternally optimistic. Played by Andrew Keenan-Bolger(you may see it abbreviated as AKB).

Race: This boy has lots of names so strap in. Racetrack Higgins is his name, people mostly call him Race not Racetrack. He is also sometimes called Racer. I don’t think this is canon but as a fandom, I think we’ve determined that he’s aggressively Italian and his real first name is Antonio, you may also see Anthony or Tony. Best friends with Albert. Crutchie is Jack’s best friend but Race is sort of Jack’s second in command. Sprace, him and Spot Conlon, are pretty much the biggest ship in Newsies. He’s a gambler and has an affinity for betting on horse races. He sells by the Sheepshead Racetrack hence his nickname. Very easy to recognize because he always has a cigar. The definition of a disaster gay. He has good intentions most of the time but is also a chaotic piece of shit. Played by Ben Tyler Cook(BTC).

Albert: Albert DaSilva is his name, having fantastic hair is his game. Race’s best friend. Personality is similar to Race but a little less chaotic, like he still does dumb things all the time but isn’t nearly as loud. Prankmaster and Sassmaster ultimate. Lives on the lower east side with his dad and two older brothers but generally that fact is ignored and he’s lumped in as living in the lodgings. His cap is on backwards most of the time which can help you recognize him. Played by Sky Flaherty.

Spot: Spot Conlon, the man, the myth, the legend. Leader of Brooklyn. Comically short but will also soak you without hesitation. Side note bc I didn’t know this for a long time: the newsies call beating someone up “soakin’ ‘em” because you beat them up so bad they’re soaked in blood. Back to Spot, he’s tough as nails but also cares about his boys in Brooklyn a lot. Played by Tommy Bracco.

Elmer: A smart yet small boy. Very good at math and science and somewhat interested in politics. He has 8 older siblings. Polish apparently? I learned this very recently?? A very friendly and sunshiney guy. The newsies make fun of him saying that he’s bad at selling papes. He’s a hardworker. This is definitely not canon but you may see his last name as being Kasprzak. This comes from Evan Kasprzak, the actor who played Elmer in the Papermill and Original Broadway Casts. People like writing about Elmer so they just kinda gave him that last name and it works. Played by Anthony Zas.

Jojo: Jorgelino Josephino De La Guerra where to begin. A good Catholic boy. He was raised by nuns in a cathedral in Harlem. A nice boy, a kind boy. Down for some shenanigans but is generally reasonable and doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. Very ambitious and wants to be a big baller(in KONY he wishes for a solid gold watch I mean). Played by Joshua Burrage.

Buttons: Benjamin Buttons Davenport, what a guy. So I don’t know that he’s actually younger but he definitely reads as a little more youthful. He’s optimistic and easily excitable and overall kinda has this genuine hope and happiness that some of the other guys have lost to the street. He lives with his family and has at least a few siblings but I feel like he has hella. Not gonna be last in line for the tub tonight. Played by Chaz Wolcott.

Romeo: Will flirt with anything that moves. He has very distinctive bright red and blue striped socks if that helps you identify him. Is one of the younger newsies but makes up for it with overconfidence. Very lighthearted, we never see him get too serious. A charmer through and through. Still a very kind and caring guy. Played by Nico DeJesus.

Specs: Specs is a good one. He wears glasses obviously so you can identify him pretty easy. Definitely on the older end of the newsies. There’s no basis for this in canon but I feel like he’s been around longer than Jack. Kind of helps lead and run things with Race and Jack because he’s the most responsible motherfucker in that lodging house. Think kinda like Davy where he’s a bit of a mom but more easygoing, less cautious and more one of the boys. Generally a happy guy and so so sweet. Very forward thinking and genuinely likes selling papes. Played by Jordan Samuels.

Finch: Finch! A personal favorite please show him love. Full name is Patrick Cortes. He has a family(or at least a mom) but ran away when he was little. He carries a slingshot with him a good amount of the time so use that to find him. He’s sarcastic, funny, and always rarin’ to go. Tough but not in an “I’ll fight you” way. He will fight you if needed but it’s more like “Life’s a bitch but look how far I’ve made it”. Kinda like a cool older brother vibe but throw in a good handful of antsy. Played by my main man Iain Young.

Sniper: Mkay it’s time for the tough boi trio, these next three are fighters. Last name is Wah. His dad is named Sam Wah and owns a laundromat above Jacobi’s Deli. You may see him as a girl in fics or hcs because for almost all of the tour he was played by a woman. Boy has aim like no other. He is confirmed to be the quickest and strongest of the newsies. Also sly and cunning. Boy’s like a snake or a fox or whatever simile you prefer but regardless be scared. Has a reputation so people don’t mess with him. Would never hurt another Manhattan boy, he’s scary but he defends his brothers. Played by Daniel Switzer.

Tommy Boy: Don’t know a ton about Tommy Boy but here we go. He’s a man of few words, when he talks his answers are brief and to the point. Not in a mean way though that’s just how he is. Appears to be confrontational as he’s consistently seen stepping to a fight(before the world will know when Jack says “keep your shirt on” and when he scabs he gets in people’s faces). A good dependable guy but kinda mysterious, I would not provoke. Played by Michael Dameski.

Mush: Last name is Myers. First name is possibly Nick? In the real strike, there was a boy named Nick Myers so. He lives in Harlem?? But who cares about canon, ignore that. Mush is a ‘hattan boy. Has a lisp. He considers himself to be the muscle of Manhattan and will throw down for his brothers. When the strikebreakers show up, Jack literally has to hold him back because Mush is just trying to get to those hoes so he can protect the rest of the boys just yellin’ “Nah man I’ll get ‘em”. Very caring and very selfless. Boy’s got muscle but is totally a teddy bear with a heart of gold. I’ve always thought of him as your classic rough and tumble but clean-cut caring all-American boy. Played by Nick Masson.

Henry: Last name is possibly butler after the real life newsboy, Henry Butler but the only confirmed name we have is Henry. Became a newsie at 11 when his dad died and his family lost their deli. Has a mom who he still sees sometimes but doesn’t live with. Boy really likes food. It reminds him of the deli with his dad and also he just really. likes. food. Fairly easygoing, practical, and will call guys out on their bullshit(e.g. whom the fuck cares about being famous). Played by Michael Rios.

Smalls: Smalls! I don’t got much at all but here’s what I know. Very commonly thought about as a girl as Smalls was played by girlsies for all(?) of the Broadway run. Pretty firey or at least high energy. Sometimes headcannoned as being leader of the Bronx because in the normal not filmed staging he’s the one to yell “so’s the Bronx”. Played by Julian DeGuzman.

Mike: Twin brother of Ike. These guys are hard to tell apart because they’re played by actual twins but here are some distinctions. Mike wears a brown cap, a plaid shirt, and green socks. Played by Jacob Guzman.

Ike: Twin brother of Mike. Has a dark grey cap, a striped shirt, pin-striped pants, and brown socks. Both twins seem to be pretty fun-loving. They kinda rough house a lot and are often messing around. Played by David Guzman

Hotshot: A Brooklyn newsie, I don’t really know his deal? A typical production doesn’t have Hotshot in it but he was in the filmed version and was apparently there towards the end of the broadway run. Kind of arrogant and tough. Sometimes seen as Spot’s second. Has literally only ever been played by J.P. Ferreri.

Vince/Myron: Ok so for newsies live they just threw in some extra newsboys for the heck of it and this guy is one of those. I don’t even know his name because the actor who plays him also plays a strikebreaker. On the wiki cast list, it just lists him as playing Vince and Myron with no indication as to who’s the newsie and who’s the strike breaker. Just from the nature of the names I can guess that Vince is the newsie? A big tough Brooklyn boy. Played by Stephen Hernandez.

Willie/Bart: Same deal as Vince/Myron. I’d be willing to guess that Willie is the newsie. Another Brooklyn boy. Played by Andrew Wilson.

Kenny: Also thrown in just for newsies live but I actually know his name. A pretty sunny guy, as far as I can remember he’s always smiling. Not in any of the pictures because he’s not in any of those scenes. It’s the same guy who plays darcy so go to carrying the banner or once and for all and find the guy in the yellow suit. That’s Darcy, Kenny looks just like that but in newsie clothes. Played by Jack Sippel.

Am I about to throw Bill and Darcey in just for kicks? yeah I think I am. Ok so this is a last minute decision and I don’t have pictures for these guys but here we go.

Bill: Not a newsie. Son of William Randolph Hearst, owner of the New York Journal. Full name William Randolph Hearst Jr. Katherine and Darcey’s friend. A sophisticated, classy, educated boy. Not tough in a street way but is kind of cold/reserved or maybe just a bit calculating. You can definitely tell he’s a rich boy by the way he holds himself. Looks like Mush bc they’re played by the same actor. Blue suit. Played by Nick Masson.

Darcey: Not a newsie. Son of Whitelaw Reid, owner of the New York Tribune. Still high class but more excitable and interested in the newsies world. Very kind and always concerned of behalf of others. His sweetness does not equal weakness, when Romeo approaches Kath in Carrying the Banner, he’s ready to handle the situation. Yellow suit. Played by Jack Sippel.

so there we go that is every newsie I could think of and then some. I’m gonna attach the pictures I have of an old wikipedia cast list which is what I use for reference since the one that's on wiki now isn’t great

That’s it! If you actually read all this, God bless you. If I got anything blatantly wrong or if you have any questions please talk to me

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ladywinchester1967 · 5 years

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Off the Beaten Path I Reign:

Chapter 12: Only One

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, newlyweds, SMUT, angst, feels.

A/N: It’s FINALLY back!! I read over this chapter probably 20 times before realizing that it’s perfect just the way it is. I hope all of you enjoy this nexct chapter in Dean and Kat’s story! Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are not.

Lost? Wanna catch up?

HERE is the master post!!

“Made my mistakes, let you down; and I can't, I can't hold on for too long. Ran my whole life in the ground, and I can't, I can't get up when your gone.” ~ Yellowcard

After they arrived home from their honeymoon; Dean and Kat had decided that for a little while; they would avoid the bunker. Though Sam and Dean had put their differences aside for the wedding, things between them were still tense and frosty. Until they mended fences, Dean and Kat were staying in motel rooms. They'd settled into married normal life for all of two days before duty called. On a crisp autumn morning, Dean said to Kat

“I have to step out for a little bit.” as he shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like lying to her, but he had some business to attend to that he didn't want her involved in.

“You okay? You want me to go with you?” she asked

He smiled fondly at her and cupped her cheek in his hand.

“It won't take long,” he assured her “I'll be back in a few hours.”

“Is it a hunting thing or-?” she asked, biting her lip

“Just something I need to take care of really quick.” he told her “I promise, it's nothing you need to worry about, and I'll be right back.”

She knew in her bones this was bigger than what he was letting on, whatever it was. She decided to pick her battles and simply nodded.

“Okay,” she said “and you'll come right back, correct?”

“Correct,” he said “can't leave my Khalessi unattended for too long.” and gave her a sweet smile.

They kissed and she squeezed the back of his hand

“Be careful please,” she told him “my Khal.”

“I will.” he told her

A few hours later, Kat still hadn't heard from Dean and was doing her best to keep her mind occupied while he was gone. She went on a supply run and cleaned her gun properly before she heard a voice.

“Hello darling,” a familiar British voice said from behind her.

Kat whirled around and saw Crowley behind her.

“What the hell Crowley?!” she asked as he stepped toward her.

“About that.” Crowley said and lightly pressed two fingers to her forehead, causing her to immediately collapse into his arms, out cold. “Sorry darling, but I need you as insurance.” Crowley said. He threw Kat over his shoulder and carried her out through the front door.

“What the hell Crowley?!” Kat heard Dean ask “Now I AM going to kill you!”

“Relax squirrel,” Crowley interrupted “she's just asleep, she should be waking up very soon.”

“Kat, Katlynn!” she heard Dean call and she felt her shoulder shake. She groaned in response and her eyes fluttered open. She realized she was laying in the backseat of the Impala with Dean standing over her.

“Wha happened?” she asked groggily and sat up.

“Just a light sleeping spell,” Crowley said “I'm proving that I'm trustworthy. You asked how do I know this isn't a trap? and I'm proving it isn't a trap.”

“By knocking me out and shoving me into the backseat of a car?” Kat snapped and stood up, still a little dizzy from the spell. Dean caught her as she stumbled and she made eye contact with him. He looked angry.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, cupping her face and studying it

“I'm fine.” she said “A little dizzy but I'm okay.”

He put an arm around her, holding her protectively to his side as he looked at Crowley.

“See? Not one red hair harmed on Strawberry Shortcake's head.” Crowley said with a shrug “Shall we?”

“Where are we going?” Kat asked

“WE aren't going anywhere,” Dean said, motioning between himself and Kat “YOU,” he pointed to Kat “are going to stay in a motel room until I find what I'm looking for since Buddy Holly here wants to hunt.”

“You said yourself squirrel, she's more than capable of handling herself.” Crowley said “I even grabbed Pippy Longstocking's accessories before I brought her to you.”

“Look, I'm here, you may as well let me help.” Kat said “Plus, you'll have back up in case his majesty here decides to throw you to the wolves.”

Dean raked a hand through his hair but realized she was right. He didn't have Sam or Castiel, and she was as good a back up as either of them were.

“One of my Dad's lockups,” Dean said “there might be some information on a weapon we need to beat Abbadon.”

“And what would that be?” Kat asked

“It's called the First Blade,” Dean said “it can kill a Knight of Hell.”

“And your Dad could have some information on it?” Kat asked

Abbadon was a Knight of Hell that had been a thorn in the side of the Winchesters and Crowley for the better part of a few months. A tall, redheaded vixen, she proved to be more than a worthy adversary and couldn't be killed like a regular demon could, so they had been at a loss until now.

“Possibly, I don't know for sure.” Dean said “but we're gonna go check.”

Kat nodded and said

“Okay, let's go.”

“Shot gun!” Crowley said

“No, you're in the back.” Dean told him “SHE sits up front.”

Dean guided Kat to the Impala's passenger side door and opened it, where she slid inside. Once he was out of sight, Kat stuck her tongue out at Crowley, who sneered at her. Once the Impala got rolling, Kat's phone rang, it was Castiel.

“Katlynn, where are you?” Castiel demanded

“I'm fine,” Kat told him “Crowley grabbed me. I'm with him and Dean right now.”

“You're with Dean?” Castiel asked “Is he okay?”

“Yeah, I mean why wouldn't he be?” Kat asked and looked at Dean, whose jaw clenched.

“Just,” Castiel said “be careful okay?”

“I will.” Kat said and hung up. She then looked at Dean again who had a stern look on his face as he gripped the Impala's steering wheel. Ever since Kevin's death and the dust up between Sam and Dean, it seemed like everyone was warning her to be careful around Dean. He'd never done anything to her but it seemed like everyone was worried that he would at some point. Kat pushed that thought down and reached over to him. She placed a hand on his knee, surprised to see and feel him flinch as if she'd hurt him. She gave him a slight squeeze as he pulled up to a red light and looked at her. The pain and anger he felt radiated through his expressive eyes as she gave him a softened expression. “I'm here,” she assured him quietly “let me help.”

The light turned green and he looked away from her, his expression still set.

After a few miles of quiet driving, Dean pulled over to the side of the road and said

“Okay Crowley,” and handed him a cloth bag “head in the bag.”

“What?” Crowley asked

“I didn't stutter,” Dean said “you wanna hunt? We do things MY way. Period.” his gaze shifted to Kat, who nodded, understanding that the statement wasn't just for Crowley. Crowley begrudgingly complied as Dean looked at Kat and gave her a nod.

They pulled up to a storage unit facility a few miles down the road and dragged Crowley down into a large locker where there seemed to be rows and rows of items and literature gathered by John and held up.

“God, the information that must be in here is incredible.” Kat said as she looked around.

“Don't go full dork on me yet,” Dean told her “I still need your help.”

“You know, between my parent's notes, your Dad's multitude of lock ups and that library you guys have? We could help a lot of hunters with that information.” Kat told him as they crossed into a different area of the lock up.

“We'll talk hunter college later.” Dean assured her and he wandered over to a desk, clicking on a light. Through some digging, Dean found out that a hunter named Tara had helped John interrogate a demon that had information on the First Blade so the three of them decided to go look for Tara.

Forty five minutes later, they were able to track down Tara using one of Kat's tracking spells. When they walked into Tara's Pawn Shop, they found a blonde woman with muscular arms wearing a tank top and jeans reading a book.

“Tara?” Dean asked

“That's what the sign says,” the woman said “can I help you?”

“The name John Winchester ring a bell? I'm his son.” Dean told her.

She quickly pulled out a shot gun and pointed it at Crowley.

“See, I get this funny tingle in what's left of my knee when a demon is present, so which one is it?” Tara asked Dean

“The yutz in the suit,” Dean said “the red head is my wife.”

“Formerly Katlynn Roberts, now I'm Katlynn Winchester.” Kat told her

Tara cocked her head to the side

“As in Daniel and Trina Roberts?” she asked and Kat nodded

“Let me guess? Six foot foot four red head dude and a woman about my size? Looks like a fairy?” Kat asked and Tara nodded “Yeah, those were my parents.”

“I'm the king of hell,” Crowley said and motioned to Kat and Dean “they're hunting legacies, there's a reason, we're working together.”

“Yeah, it's called possession.” Tara said and yanked a cork out of a flask and splashed both Kat and Dean in the face with it. Kat freaked out while Dean barely flinched.

“GOD, I hate it when that happens!” Kat exclaimed, wiping the water out of her eyes.

“See?” Dean asked “We're good.”

Tara told them that she and John had, in fact worked the case Dean mentioned. They had performed and exorcism on the demon but Tara became obsessed the First Blade. She'd spent her life and messed up her knee only to get a tracking spell she couldn't complete.

“The only ingredient I couldn't find was essence of Kraken.”

“Kraken?” Kat and Crowley asked at the same time.

“YOU have essence of Kraken?” Tara asked Kat.

“A little, not a a lot.” Kat said

“I have a warehouse full of it in Belize.” Crowley said.

Kat stared at him puzzled

“Why do you-? You know what? Never mind, I don't want to know.” She said.

Half an hour and one summoning spell later, Kat, Dean and Crowley were outside Tara's shop with the location of The First Blade in hand. Dean pulled Kat to the side and held her tightly.

“Look at me,” he said and held her face in his hands “if this is as bad as Tara says it is, then-”

“I know,” she interrupted him “I'll go back to the motel room and wait for you.”

Dean raised an eyebrow at her and asked

“You're not gonna fight me on this?”

“Trust me, I want to.” she told him “but I'm not gonna, for once. Don't get used to it.”

“I know you didn't promise to obey me,” he said “but I'm kind of liking it.”

She playfully punched his shoulder

“I said don't get used to it.” she told him and kissed him. She then stretched to her tip toes and said in his ear “Bring your sexy ass home pronto.”

“You think my ass is sexy?” he asked in her ear, his fingers digging into the bottom of her spine.

“Only if you bring it home to me in one piece.” she said and kissed him heatedly.

“Mh, I'll remember that.” he growled and kissed her back.

“You better.” she told him and then poked him in the chest.

“Not to break up this newlyweded bliss,” Crowley said “but if I hear one more comment about squirrel's backside I may projectile vomit.”

“All the more reason for me to talk about it.” Kat said

“On the car.” Crowley shot back and Dean's eyes went wide as Kat released him.

Once Dean dropped her back at the motel, Kat started the nearly impossible task of keeping her mind occupied while he was gone. She straightened up the room and organized files on her tablet, just as she was editing the file on when the door burst open. Kat was immediately on her feet with her gun drawn. Two men entered the room; the first was wearing a trucker hat, puffy vest, jeans and boots. The second wore jeans, a t shirt and a black canvas jacket with boots as well.

“All alone little lady?” the first guy asked as both him and the second guy's eyes flashed black.

Kat sneered

“Oh you two are screwing with the wrong girl.” she told them “I'll be generous and let you guys walk if you leave now.”

“We're not going anywhere,” the second guy said “without you any way.”

“Lucian, we have our marching orders,” the first guy said to the second “and your friend Tara gave you and the hubby up pretty quickly.”

“She sure was Terry,” Lucian said “once we peeled the skin off her bones.”

Kat suddenly realized the gravity of the situation and knew she had to warn Dean that he was about to be in a trap. Acting quickly, she popped both demons with bullets and then grabbed her angel blade from her bag. The two men quickly surrounded her and the one called Lucian grabbed her by her hair. She yelled in pain, dropping her weapons, but had enough presence of mind to swing her arm over his, hooking her hand under his arm and bringing him down to his knees as she punched him square in the face, breaking his nose with a sickening crunch. She whirled away as the one called Terry grabbed her into a headlock. Kat quickly braced herself, using her elbow to drive into the guy's gut, making him let go as she stomped on his foot, making him fall on to the ground. By this time, Lucian was up; blood streaming down from his nose. Kat quickly gathered her gun and angel blade before running out of the room and into the woods, Terry and Lucian hot on her heels. She ran as fast as she could, trying to get as far away from them as possible, but the eventually caught up to her, tackling her to the ground. Dots swam in her vision as she hit the ground, her cheek get scratched up and Terry secured her arms behind her back.

“Come on you fucking bitch,” Terry said “let's go see what you hubby had to say about this.”

“That he's gonna kill you if I don't do it first!” she yelled as Terry yanked her up to her feet.

“You pull one more stunt like that,” Lucian said, pointing Kat's gun at her chest “and I'll put a bullet in your brain before he has a chance to do anything.”

Kat had a witty retort but realized she needed to keep her mouth shut so she could escape when the time was right. The two demons hauled her out of the woods and stuffed her into the trunk of a car, tying her ankles together and shoving some cloth in her mouth before taping it shut. As the lid of the trunk shut Kat thought

“Kidnapped twice in one day, this is to be some kind of lame record.”

Once the car got going, she remembered the knife she kept in her boot. It took some creative bending in such a small area but she managed to get to the knife and cut herself loose. She had the knife at the ready for when the car came to a stop, ready to slice those demons open and make a run for it. She was thinking up what to do when the car finally came to a stop. When the engine cut off, she heard several voices different from Jerry and Lucian's. She counted four more and realized she was way out numbered. She slid the knife back into her boot as she heard Terry yell

“Come on out Dean Winchester! We have a present for you!”

The trunk suddenly opened and Lucian dragged Kat out as she struggled against his grasp. The scene in front of her was a simple farmhouse with the Impala parked in the driveway. Kat could see Dean in one of the windows and he looked ready to murder every last demon he could get his hands on.

“DEAN DON'T!” she screamed “IT'S A TRAP!”

Dean watched from inside as Kat got punched in the stomach.

“NO!” he yelled and ran for the door. “I'm going out there.”

“Dean there's twelve of them,” Crowley said “you can't take them all.”

“THEY HAVE MY WIFE!” Dean screamed at Crowley “And I will personally skin any one of them alive that touched her!”

“Hm,” came a voice from behind them. Dean and Crowley turned to see Cain, perfectly quaffed salt and pepper hair with a matching beard “seems like they found the way to get to you, just like they did to me.”

“Colette?” Dean asked, nodding to the picture on the mantle

“Abbadon and the other Knights of Hell found us,” Cain said “I slaughtered them all, except for Abbadon. She possessed my Colette and killed her from the inside.”

“They can't possess her,” Dean said “and I won't let them kill her.”

Kat laid on the muddy ground as the demons kicked and punched her. Without warning, the doors to the farmhouse swung open and the demons looked up. They instantly left Kat alone and ran for the house as she watched with blurry vision as Dean ran up to her, Crowley right behind him.

“Oh god, no, no, no!” he yelled as he scooped her up into his arms and took her to the Impala. He set her in the front seat and hauled ass away from the farmhouse, red light coming from inside of it.

They drove in silence for a long time before Kat could finally ask

“Whose house was that?”

“Cain's.” Dean said

“Cain?” Kat asked as she held her ribs “Like Cain and Abel?”

He nodded

“Cain made a deal with Lucifer,” Dean explained “Cain traded his soul to hell for Abel’s soul to go to heaven, but Cain had to be the one to kill Abel.”

“But why?” Kat asked

“Because Abel was going to be Lucifer’s pet,” Dean told her “so to save his brother, well you know the rest.”

“But where do the Knights of Hell fit into all this?” She asked.

“Lucifer told Cain to make them, they did terrible things together as he put it.” Dean said “Cain quit because he got married and the knights wouldn't take “no” for an answer. So, the broke into Cain's house and they-” he couldn't bring himself to finish the story.

“They killed her didn't they?” Kat asked and Dean simply nodded.

They drove for a long time in silence, even Crowley had nothing to say. When they'd gotten far enough from Cain's house, Dean and Crowley got out of the Impala while Kat stayed put. Her back and ribs were pounding from the attack. After a few minutes, Crowley disappeared and Dean came over to her side of the Impala. He opened the door and gave her a once over to check her out and cleaned the cuts on her face.

“They won't scar, but they will sting like a bitch until they heal.” Dean told her as he cleaned up her face.

“What happened in that house?” She asked “Why did you have to go see Cain?”

“Got a way to beat Abbadon,” he told her “finally making some headway on getting rid of that bitch.”

She leaned toward him and was put off by the energy surrounding him. Where it was normally a comfort for her to be close to him, now all she felt was something dark just below his surface.

“Dean,” she said as she got closer “what is it?”

He rolled the sleeve on his right up and on his forearm, just below the crook of his elbow, was what looked like a burn. It was in the shape of an upside down L with two hash marks next to it. Finally, she realized where the bad energy was coming from.

“Oh my god,” she said, her eyes wide as she placed a hand over her mouth “what,” she swallowed, her eyes filling with tears “Dean what did you do?”

“This is what’s gonna help me beat Abbadon,” he told her “along with the First Blade.” The Mark seemed to pulse at the mention of the blade. “It’s called The Mark of Cain.”

Kat suddenly realized, this was bigger than what she was prepared to deal with on her own.

“That's it,” she thought “I'm calling Sam.”

The next day, Kat and Dean heard over the police wire about a John Doe that was arrested for slaughtering a cow.

“Male suspect,” Kat said, reading off the report to Dean, who was brushing his teeth “approximately six one in height, brown hair, thin build.”

Dean spat out the tooth paste in his mouth and said

“That sounds like Garth.”

Dean had mentioned the hunter, Garth. He had disappeared before Kevin was killed and before Kat had come to live at the bunker with Dean.

“Think it is him?” Kat asked

Dean rinsed his mouth and said

“It's worth checking out, the location is only a couple of hours from here.”

“Okay,” Kat said “Lets get packed and we'll head that way.”

Little did Dean know, Kat had talked to Sam the night before asking him for help with this case. She didn't mention that Dean was with her, for fear that Sam wouldn't show up.

“Where's Dean?” Sam had asked

“I haven't told him about the case yet,” Kat told him “look, I just need a fresh set of eyes if you can help me. Please?” Sam reluctantly sighed and Kat said “I don't want to pull this card, but I will. This is for me, your favorite sister-in-law remember?”

Sam was silent for a second, but then she heard him chuckle.

“Fine,” Sam said “I'll be there as soon as I can, I'm wrapping up a case in New Mexico.”

“Thanks.” Kat had told him.

When Kat and Dean had arrived at the hospital, luckily Sam hadn't beaten them there. The nurse had told them where to find the John Doe and when they arrived in the room, Dean confirmed that it was Garth. He had scratches on his face and was out cold from the pain killers he was on and he was handcuffed to the bed.

“Got any adrenaline in that Mary Poppins bag of yours?” Dean asked.

As a wedding present; Dean had gotten Kat a rucksack so that she could carry all of her essentials with her. This included a range of medical supplies, herbs and ingredients for simple spells, her grimoire, her tablet as well as a place for her knives and a pouch for extra ammunition.

“What do I look like? A walking hospital?” Kat asked and Dean simply stared at her with a bitchy look on his face. “Yes, okay? Sheesh. Just trying to make you laugh.”

“Oh, I'm laughing on the inside.” Dean said with an eye roll, but a fond smile crossed his mouth.

Kat carefully set her bag into one of the chairs in the room. She dug through the back until she found a smaller bag where she kept her vials of things that could be injected along with different size syringes and needles for the syringes. She looked at the labels and found the vial containing adrenaline. She grabbed a syringe and attached a needle to it and then carefully measured out the drug.

“He's gonna need more than that.” Dean said as he watched her.

“I'm trying to wake him up, not turn him into Usain Bolt.” she said as she put the drug back into its proper place and then capped the needle on the syringe. “I have to go to the bathroom, don't wake him up until I get back.” Kat told Dean.

She checked her phone while in the bathroom, and realized she had a text from Sam that simply read

“Here”

“Fuck.” she thought, with his charm and those long legs of his, it wouldn't take him long to get to the room. She was just finishing up when she heard the door open. She waited before she left the bathroom and didn't hear Sam or Dean speak for a long few seconds. Sam finally spoke

“Saw Garth's John Doe on the police wire.” he said “You?”

“Yeah.” Dean said “Where are you coming from?”

“New Mexico.” Sam answered.

“Well, that's a haul.” Dean commented “Especially since we got this pretty much covered.”

“We?” Sam asked

That's when Kat left the bathroom and said “Oh good, you're here.”

Dean looked at her, his eyes widening in shock.

“You called him?” Dean asked

“Of course I called him,” Kat said “there's nothing wrong with an extra set of hands or eyes.”

Dean could tell by the way her shoulders had shifted that there was more to the reason she called Sam but decided to let it slide for now.

“You two spoken to him yet?” Sam asked

“No,” Dean said “ass load of painkillers, he's been out since we got here.”

Sam noticed the handcuffs on Garth and asked “What's he being charged with?”

“Killing a cow.” Kat told him.

Sam slightly tilted his head and asked “Why?”

“We don't know,” Dean said “we were gonna wake him up and figure out why. Lock the door.”

Sam did as he was told and Dean uncapped the syringe Kat had given him and shot a little of the adrenaline out of the tip of the needle.

“Whoa, hey!” Sam said coming back to them “What is that? Adrenaline?!”

“Yes sir.” Dean said, looking at the syringe. Kat did too and noticed there was more of the drug in the syringe than she had previously measured out.

“Dean, Jesus Christ, that's two times more that what I originally gave you!” Kat said angrily.

“What're you trying to do?” Sam asked “Jump start him or kill him?”

“I want some answers,” Dean told them “He walked out on Kevin and he walked out on us.” Kat could read how mad Dean was and was about to open her mouth to give him a lecture about how careless he was being with the drugs, but decided to save it for later. “So, unless you got a better idea?”

Sam hesitated for a second and then backhanded Garth across the cheek. Garth shot up out of bed, screaming like he had been electrocuted. Kat jumped back in surprise while Sam and Dean didn't even flinch. Garth kept screaming until he had taken a few panicked breaths and looked around, realizing who was around him.

“Dean?” Garth asked and looked to his other side “Sam?!” He then looked around the room and asked “Wait, is this a hospital? Am I in heaven?” as he laid back down.

“All right,” Dean said “take it easy, you're in Wisconsin.”

“You were hit by a car.” Sam told him “Do you remember anything?”

“Vaguely.” Garth said as he struggled to comprehend everything that was going on. He lifted his arm up, only for it to be stopped by the handcuffs he was in. “What's with the hardware?” he asked.

“You tell us,” Dean said as Sam reached into his own pocket and pulled out a lock pick “oh and while you're at it, tell us why you went AWOL for the last six months. The only way we tracked you down was because you offed a cow.”

“Offed a what?” Garth asked, still struggling to understand “I was, I was on a hunt!”

“A hunt for what?” Kat asked.

Garth finally realized she was in the room and blinked, confused.

“Who are you?” he asked

“That's not important right now,” Dean snapped “just answer the question.”

“I,” he started to say and then looked like he was going to be sick “oh no, get back!” he exclaimed as he ripped the monitors off of himself and darted for the bathroom, heaving and coughing the whole way there. He slammed the door shut and they could hear him retching into the toilet.

“Good thing I didn't give him the adrenaline.” Dean said.

After a few more seconds of hearing Garth get sick in the bathroom, Dean sat on the edge of the bed with Kat beside him and Sam occupied the nearest chair, turning it toward them.

“Anything on Gadreel?” Kat asked Sam.

“Actually, uh yeah.” Sam said “Turns out he uh, he left some grace in me before he bolted.”

Dean nodded and then asked “You know how wrong that sounds right?”

Sam nodded and then said “I wouldn't worry about it. Cas took care of it.”

Dean's eyes shot up and he huffed.

“What?” Sam asked

“Nothing,” Dean said “it's just, I'm gone for a few weeks and you're suddenly like an episode of Teen Mom.” Garth retching and groaning into the toilet got louder and Dean shouted “Just breathe Garth, work it out!”

Kat hadn't said much since she'd initially asked Garth a question. She realized this may have been a mistake, calling Sam. She swung her feet on the bed, the toes of her boots barely hitting the ground. Dean sat with both feet planted on the floor and his hands interlocked, his elbows on his thighs. Sam sat much the same way in the chair as a long silence stretched between the three of them. Kat felt the familiar prickle in her scalp that she was being watched. She looked at Sam first, but his attention was focused to the bathroom door. She chanced looking at Dean, thinking she would find his eyes burning in anger at her. However, she was pleasantly surprised to find, though he looked irritated, there was a soft, fond look in his eyes. He had understood why she called Sam, though he didn't agree with it. He reached over and placed his left hand on her knee, giving it a squeeze and a half smile. She returned the smile and placed her hand over his while Garth's retching still came from the bathroom.

Dean shook his head and looked down at his boots, the sleeve on his right arm riding up just enough to reveal the bottom half of The Mark of Cain. Sam caught a glimpse of it and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What happened to your arm?” Sam asked.

Dean looked down at it and released Kat's knee and pulled his sleeve up, revealing the Mark.

“It's a gift from Cain.” Dean told Sam as Kat shifted uncomfortably. She hated the energy that radiated off the Mark, it felt full of ancient evil.

“Like the wrestler?” Sam joked and both Kat and Dean chuckled.

“I wish,” Dean said, “That would be awesome. Uh no, the old testament dude. He got all biblical on me and gave me his Mark.”

“What does that mean?” Sam asked “How did it even happen?”

“Crowley found him and he gave it to me so I could eighty six Abbadon once and for all.”

Sam looked pissed

“You worked a job with Crowley?” Sam asked

“The devil you know.” Dean said nonchalantly.

Sam gave Kat a look and she said

“Don't look at me like that, I was too busy getting the shit kicked out of me by demons.”

The three of them suddenly realized that they hadn't heard Garth in a few seconds and Sam asked

“Garth?”

They heard no reply.

They got up went into the bathroom, only to find it empty and a window open.

Both Sam and Dean were tall enough to see out of the window, but Kat wasn't, and guessed by the looks on their faces that Garth was no where to be seen.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean said and took off out of the room with Sam and Kat right behind him.

Once outside, they scanned the parking lot, but had no luck finding Garth.

“Why would Garth run from us?” Dean asked

“Why haven't we heard from him in the last six months?” Sam asked as they rounded around an ambulance that was parked in front of the hospital. “Did either of you test him?”

“No, he was unconscious.” Kat told him as they looked around the parking lot “Did he steal a car?”

They found a crumpled up hospital gown on the asphalt and Sam asked “Did he steal a car naked?”

The three of them looked around again and Dean found a security camera and got Sam's attention.

“We'll see what we can find on those cameras,” Dean told Sam “why don't you go talk to Farmer Brown and see about that cow?” Dean asked and walked away, tugging Kat along with him. She looked back at Sam and mouthed “I'm sorry” to him and practically had to run to keep up with Dean's quick pace.

Once they were back inside the hospital, they used their badges as FBI agents Johnny Cash and June Carter-Cash to get into the hospital's security room.

“So, you called Sam huh?” Dean asked, now he was mad. Garth had given them the slip and the brother that was painful to look at was in his presence, trying to work a case with him.

“Look,” Kat said “I called him because the Mark this is bigger than both of us. This is probably the biggest thing I've come into contact with since Edward and he was a punk ass demon. This is older and scarier than anything I've ever seen. It's time that you and Sam stow your crap and we put this family back together because I have a feeling we're gonna need each other, sooner rather than later.”

“What, are you getting premonitions now?” Dean asked

“No,” she told him “it just feels like there's a storm coming and we can't do this alone.”

Dean didn't answer her, he hated when he knew she was right.

They had been able to pull pictures of Garth, in his underwear, getting into a station wagon, luckily the plates were visible. Sam called Dean as he and Kat left the security office.

“So it turns out the cow wasn't just killed,” Sam told them “it was eviscerated.”

“So, why was Garth there?” Dean asked

“He said he was on a hunt right?” Sam reminded him “Maybe he was hunting whatever killed it.”

“Well okay,” Dean said “but why would he run? This whole this is starting to stink, you know that right?”

“Yeah,” Sam said “What about you? Any luck?”

Dean looked down at the stills from the security camera in his hands and then said “Nada, the cameras were pointed in the wrong direction.”

Kat gave Dean a look as Sam asked

“You're kidding?”

“Wish I was,” Dean said

“So?” Sam asked

“So Garth's a hunter, he wants to stay gone, he's gone.” Dean said

“So, we got nothing?” Sam asked

“What can I say Sammy? We lost this one.” Dean told him as he and Kat rounded the ambulance again “Send me a post card.”

Right behind the ambulance was Sam, who hung up his phone and grabbed the pictures from Dean's hands. Kat braced herself for a brawl and suddenly realized what a disadvantage she was at if the Winchesters came to blows.

“Wow,” Sam said as he flipped through the pictures “make, model, license plate. Really Dean?”

“I told you, we can't hunt together. It's for your own good.” Dean said to his brother.

Sam stared at Dean and then Kat piped up.

“Look, this is my fault okay? I'm the one that called him, so if anyone's gonna be pissed at someone, be pissed at me okay?” she asked

“I hear you,” Sam said and looked at Kat “after we find Garth and get to the bottom of this, I'm gone. But until then, no more games.”

“Yes,” Kat said and looked between the two of them “no more games.”

Dean liked the inside of his lip and said

“The ride belongs to a girl named Bess Myers, she lives in the next town over.”

Once the sun had gone down, the Winchesters tracked down where Bess Myers lived, which turned out to be a small apartment.

“Me and Sam will go in first,” Dean told Kat as the two of them loaded up their guns. “You bring up the rear and watch our backs in case the shit hits the fan, then you can get away.”

Kat nodded, not looking at Dean as she shoved the last few bullets into her magazine before clipping it into place.

“What's wrong?” Dean asked her.

“Nothing.” she lied and then looked up at him, he gave her a knowing look and then she sighed. “Okay, fine. I just thought I was helping by getting the band back together but it seems like all I've done is make you two more mad at each other and you mad at me. I'm just,” she took a deep breath “I'm just sorry okay?”

Dean gave her a warm smile and cupped her cheek in his hand.

“I know what you're trying to do and why,” he told her “but what's going on between Sam and I doesn't need to worry you. We're family and we'll figure this out okay?”

“I just don't like that you two aren't talking,” she said “you guys are the only family I have besides Shannon and Dave and I just don't like seeing strife in our family.”

He gently kissed her and then pressed his forehead to hers when the kiss ended.

“Thank you for trying.” He told her “But we'll figure this out. I promise.”

She nodded as Sam pulled up in his car behind them.

The three Winchesters silently climbed the stairs and found Bess's apartment and could hear Garth talking inside. Dean kicked in the door of the apartment as he and Sam charged through and Garth held his hands up.

“Whoa, hey guys!” he said “Listen, I can explain. Everything's cool, just a simple misunderstanding.”

“Who were you talking to?” Kat asked “A girl?”

“A girl? What girl?” Garth asked her.

Kat quickly picked up a lacy white bra from the table and held it up for the guys to see.

“What the-? What the what now?” Garth asked. Dean signaled for Sam to check the left of the apartment and Kat checked the right while Dean stayed with Garth.

“Okay listen, everyone needs to take a chill pill and put their guns down.” Garth said.

Kat pushed the door to the bathroom open with her foot and checked inside, not finding anyone.

“Clear.” she called over her shoulder.

Sam checked the bedroom and got the same result, no one was there.

“Clear here.” he told Dean.

“See?” Garth asked “Let's all be grown ups and have an adult conversation.”

Kat, Sam and Dean traded bitchy looks when the closet door from behind Sam suddenly burst open. Out came a woman, taller than Kat, with curled blonde hair. She had a vicious set of bulging green eyes; long, sharp teeth and claws that matched. Dean and Kat raised their guns as she grabbed Sam's arm, growling like a feral animal as she did so.

“NO!” Garth yelled at he knocked down Kat and Dean's guns and stood in front of them.

Sam reached for the silver knife he kept in his belt and sliced the girl's arm with it. The cut bled and sizzled where the silver had touched it.

“Sam!” Garth yelled as he placed himself between the girl, Sam and Sam's gun “Please! Don't hurt her!”

“You gotta do it, she's a werewolf!” Dean yelled as he pushed Kat behind him to protect her as the werewolf's eyes landed on the two of them. She growled again, clutching her injured arm.

Garth swallowed and then finally said

“So am I.”

After a few minutes, the girl who they deduced to be Bess, calmed down enough to turn back into a very pretty human being. Garth placed a gauze pad onto Bess's cut and told her

“It's okay baby, just hold it there.”

“Garth, why are they here?” Bess asked

“They're friends, I promise.” Garth said

“They're hunters.” Bess reminded him.

“Okay, we've all gotten off on the wrong foot here,” Garth said “so let's do this right.” he smiled and looked over at Bess “Ya'll, this is Bess, my beloved.” Bess blushed as Garth went on “and Bess, that's Dean.” he pointed to Dean “He could start a fight in an empty house but deep down inside, he's just a big ole teddy bear.”

Dean looked offended while Kat hid her grin, he was, in fact, a teddy bear under all that tough exterior.

“And Sam here, Sam can be a bit insecure at times but for good reason. Bless his heart.” Garth said with a warm smiled.

“Her, I'm not familiar with.” he told Bess, as he motioned to Kat.

“I'm Kat,” she told Garth and Bess “I'm Dean's wife.”

Garth looked surprised and said “Dean, you finally got hitched? Congratulations!”

“Yeah,” Dean said shortly “it was sweet, this is all sweet, but a werewolf?”

“Bess, I can tend to that cut,” Kat said “if you'll let me.”

Bess briefly looked at Garth, scared. Garth looked from Kat and then back to Bess.

“It's okay baby,” he told Bess “if she's married to Dean, she's good people.”

Bess nodded hesitantly and she and Kat went into the bathroom while Garth explained how he'd accidentally gotten bitten by a werewolf and how Bess had saved him from putting a bullet in his own head. Kat over heard him say that they'd been married for four months, only a little bit longer than she and Dean had been married.

“So, are you a newlywed too?” Bess asked

“Yep,” Kat said as she had Bess sit down on the covered toilet and tilted her arm toward the light “we've been married almost two months.”

Bess smiled as Kat brought out her medical supplies.

“Do you have any rubbing alcohol? I need to clean that cut so I can see how deep it is.” Kat said

“Medicine cabinet.” Bess said and nodded to the mirror.

Kat cleaned the cut and realized it was deep enough to need stitches so she set to work right away.

“Where did you learn to do all this? Being a hunter?” Bess asked

“Partially,” Kat said as she got the needle and thread ready “I grew up pretty rough after my parents died so I had to learn to take care of myself.”

Bess looked at her with an apologetic look on her face and then flinched when she saw the needle.

“It's surgical steel,” Kat told her “it's not gonna burn.”

“Never been good with needles.” Bess told her.

Kat smiled at said

“I'll make this as quick as I can okay? I've been told I do it with barely any pain.”

After a while, Dean came into the bathroom to check on Kat.

“I thought werewolves healed like vampires.” Kat said as she stitched Bess's skin.

“Some do,” Bess told her “but some like me don't. I guess it just depends on the werewolf.”

“Everything okay in here?” Dean asked and Kat looked up.

“Yeah, I'm almost done.” she said.

Dean watched her work and was taken aback by how good she was at what she did. She was perfectly concentrated and talking to Bess through the whole procedure, keeping her relaxed. Dean often thought she would have made an excellent doctor, had it not been for hunting. Once Bess was stitched and bandaged up, Kat gave her some antibiotics to help stave off an infection.

“If you have any problems, let me know.” Kat said as she disposed of the used gloves and bloody gauze.

“Thank you,” Bess said “I mean it.”

“You're welcome.” Kat told her kindly.

Later that night, Dean and Kat returned to their motel room as he filled her in to what Garth had said.

“They're a pack,” Dean told her “Garth was bitten and Bess was born as a werewolf. They have a church group and everything.”

“Church group?” Kat asked “What is it with us and church groups huh?”

“Cosmic joke I guess.” Dean said with a shrug. “You know, you would’ve made a kick ass doctor, had it not been for hunting.” Dean told her as they put their gear down.

“You think so?” She asked as she blushed

“I don’t think it, I know it.” He said “The way you just jump in and care? Plus you’re smart so you would’ve easily been the top of your class.”

“Quit it,” She said “you’re gonna make me cry.”

“Then I get to go home and bang a hot doctor?” He asked as he folded his arms around her “Sign me up.”

“Shut up,” She said, her face as red as her hair, her arms wrapping around his middle “you’re too kind to me.”

“I’m not saying it to be kind.” He said and tilted her face up to his “I’m saying it because I mean it.”

Her face hurt from smiling so broadly as he kissed her forehead.

“I know I’m not a hot doctor,” she said and stood on her tip toes “but you wanna bang me anyway?”

He chuckled as they kissed.

“You’re MY hot doctor,” he said “and I’ll bang you any time you want, and twice on Sundays.”

She laughed and kissed him back. His tongue brushed over her lips and she opened up her mouth to let him in. His tongue tangled with hers as his finger tips dug into her backside.

“I love you.” she moaned when his tongue returned to his mouth.

He grinned for the first time all day; that boyish grin that she loved so much.

“I love you too.” He told her and picked her up as he sweetly kissed her. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down, crawling on top of her. He trust his denim clad cock into her covered core, making her moan into his mouth.

“Dean,” she begged as she arched into him as she grabbed his hair “Dean, I want you.”

He smiled through the kiss as he pressed harder into her.

“Mh, say that again.” he said quietly as they kissed over and over. He worked his way down her neck, kissing and love biting her skin. “Please say it again.”

“Dean, I want you.” She begged him as she tilted his face to hers. He paused and stared at her for a second. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks were flushed and her green eyes were lust blown. He suddenly felt overwhelmed by the rush of love he felt toward her, it seemed to hit him all at once how much he cared about this woman he got to call his wife.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as she watched his expression change to something she couldn’t quite read.

“Nothing,” he murmured and brushed her cheek with his knuckles “you’re just so-“ he couldn’t put into words exactly what she was, but he kissed her passionately, hoping that his feelings would get across to her.

Kat felt the emotion in the kiss, and the sheer volume of it was overwhelming but comforting at the same time. When they parted, she nodded at him.

“I know,” she told him quietly “I know.”

They gently peeled the layers off each other and before long, he was lining his cock up with her soaking entrance. He slowly sank into her as she squeezed his fingers that were laced with hers.

“Dean,” she whined “please, god yes!”

He bottomed out into her with a groan and then kissed her before he started to move. She wrapped one leg around his waist as they moaned together. He kissed every inch of her skin that he could get to as her hips moved with his. They kissed as she made him roll on to his back and she started to ride him. He sat up and wrapped her up in his arms as she moved on top of him.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as he grabbed a handful of her hair “fuck sweetheart, oh fuck yes.”

She moaned and cried out his name over and over as he nuzzled his forehead into hers. She opened her eyes briefly, and saw him looking back at her. He gave her a sweet smirk before she wrapped him into a heated kiss and moaning against his mouth.

“Fuck, god Dean, I’m gonna come!” She cried as she dragged her nails down his shoulders. He cried out and gripped her back tightly with one hand.

“That’s it,” he encouraged her “come all over me sweetheart.” He pushed his free hand between their bodies, finding her clit and pressing his finger tips into it, working it in short, harsh circles as she arched her back and cried out.

“FUCK!” She yelled “Oh god, GOD!”

Heat ran from her core and straight up her spine as she let go, soaking Dean’s lap. He laid her on her back, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and he pushed deep into her as she clenched around him, her second orgasm threatening to come through before the first had even finished.

“Dean, Jesus, DEAN!” She screamed as she gripped the pillows above her and threw her head back. He pounded into her, chasing his release and he finally found it, he pulsed deep inside her as she finished again, swearing and crying out his name.

That night, Kat laid on her side, exhausted from the day and night’s events. Dean was on his side too, his head propped up on his elbow as he watched her sleeping form. This woman he’d admired and grown to love had been through the ringer with him. The warm glow she cast on him made his soul feel at ease.

“Anything I can do to protect you,” he thought as he gently traced the lines of the phoenix tattoo on her back “I’ll do. I’d move heaven and earth to see you smile. I’d got to hell and back again, if it meant you would be okay.”

He kissed her shoulder and she shifted in her sleep, rolling on to her stomach and stretching out beside him.

“Momma?” She asked, sleepily but confused.

“Shhhh,” Dean said as he placed a hand on her back and stroked her skin “go back to sleep.”

“Momma?” She asked again.

“Your Mom’s okay,” Dean told her “she’s with your Dad. They’re fine.”

This had worked before when she’d had dreams about her parents. She moaned in her sleep and finally started breathing heavily again, signaling she was asleep.

The next day as they got dressed, Dean watched as Kat pulled on a loose fitting tank top and cardigan.

“Everything okay?” She asked Dean as she tied her boots.

“You were um,” he said with trepidation “dreaming about your parents again.”

She nodded.

“Yeah, I remember it.” She told him “it was them telling me goodbye before-“ she stopped and then got up. She went in her bag and rifled through it until she found what she was looking for, a small, leather bound book. “This is something Shannon and Dave put together for me.” She handed it to Dean, who stared at her. He’d seen the book in her bag but had never looked at it, not knowing what was in it. He sat down and opened it, the first picture was of a smiling man and woman. The man was tall and broad shouldered with striking red hair a matching, bushy mustache and piercing blue eyes. The woman was short and reed thin, she had overly large, clear green eyes, dark hair that was in a pixie cut.

“That’s my parents, Daniel and Trina.” she told him with a fond smile.

Dean returned the grin

“You look like your Mom, but your smile is like your Dad’s.” He pointed out and flipped the page. The album was filled with pictures and dates written near them. When the year got to 1988, Dean saw Daniel holding a tiny bundle of pink blankets and a baby cradled in his large arms as he grinned proudly. Next to the picture was a small slip of paper that read “Daniel and Katlynn, 2 days old.”

“Look at you.” Dean said, amused “Your Dad’s so proud.”

“Shannon told me that they had a hard time getting pregnant. My mom had like two miscarriages before she had me.” Kat told him “So when I came along, Mom called me her unicorn baby.”

Dean grinned broadly at the next picture. Trina was holding a tiny Kat in her arms and grinning from ear to ear while baby Kat had her tongue stuck out.

“What were they like? Do you remember?” Dean asked

“Mom was the quiet, patient one. Dad was quick tempered and strong.” She recalled

“Now I get where the temper comes from.” Dean told her as he looked up, she was grinning.

“Irish temper I’m afraid,” she said with a shrug “He always made sure he got to tuck me in at night, he always read me a story and kissed my forehead before I went to sleep.”

“What was your favorite book?” Dean asked

“Goodnight Moon,” She answered “and the Pokey Little Puppy. He used to say that I could recite both of those before I could read.”

Dean flipped through the pictures, there were dozens of Kat with her parents. Feeding ducks, sleeping in their arms, dyeing Easter Eggs, dressed up for Halloween.

“You grew up differently than Sam and I did.” He pointed out.

“Even though they hunted, they made sure I had as normal a childhood as I could have. They sheltered me as much as they could, but I could still exorcise a demon and shoot by the time I was six.”

“What’s the last good memory you have?” He asked “With them?”

She closed her eyes and thought. When she reopened them, she was smiling sadly.

“My Mom singing to me the night of my eighth birthday,” she said “she always sang to me before she put me to bed.” She let out a sigh and said “She sang “You Can Fly” from the Peter Pan movie. For some reason, even though my memories of her have faded, I remember that song clearly.” She bit her lip as a tear fell down her cheek. “If you look carefully at my tattoo, you can see the lyrics written into the phoenix’s tail feathers.”

The last picture was of a still tiny Kat, dressed like Belle from Beauty and the Beast at what looked like a birthday party. All three of them were beaming at the camera.

“Is this right before?” Dean asked and she nodded.

“Two days after that, they died.” She told him.

Dean suddenly realized there were more pages in the album, when he flipped the page, he was surprised to see his own face looking back at him with a smiling Kat right next to him. There were a few packed into the first pages, at the fair, in the Impala and the Bunker.

“When did you do this?” He asked and turned the album to her to show her the pictures of them. She blushed and said

“When I had time,” she said “we take lots of pictures together and I wanted a few hard copies.”

He smirked as he flipped the page to their wedding pictures, nearly two months ago. He snatched the picture of the two of them out of the album and said

“This one is mine.”

“Okay, if you insist.” she said and he handed the album back.

“I do,” He said “Now, let's go check out this wolf pack.”

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The Canucks are Attractive 101

by @markstrom, @feistyteee, @tomiath, @nhlmarkstrom, @huttsybobuttsy, @pyatts, @baercheese

This is the ultimate guide for anyone who ever said the Canucks are not attractive. Say goodbye to the world as you know it.

First of all: Swedes. We all know it, Sweden somehow produces the best looking people on this planet and the Canucks have some of them.

1. Jacob Markstrom

Our starting goalie is 6′6 and no one can look at him without melting away. His voice and his sweet Swedish accent is the cutest thing you’ll ever hear. Also: eyebrows. Also: eyes. The curved nose needs a shoutout cause it’s adorable. His face is just a masterpiece of art and anyone who doubts this has, well, no idea of art. We also love to mention his tattoos because damn.

2. Anders Nilsson

Only a fool might think one Swedish goalie is enough. Meet Anders Nilsson, another 6′6 goalie from Sweden. He’s the absolute purest sweetheart, as you can spot a pride flag on both his masks. To represent his gay friends, he says. His hair/beard color combo is different but it works. So. Damn. Well. Plus: the freckles, we love them dearly. Our Swedish goalies support each other at all times, goalie controversy? We don’t know her.

3. Alexander Edler

He looks like Alexander Skarsgård but on skates. Another sweet Swedish blondie who is also the sweetest dad. His hair always looks on point and he does indeed have a nice tan in his pic. Probably best dressed Canuck, his fashion is on fire. What a man.

4. Loui Eriksson

A man also known as The Poodle. His fluffy and curly hair make you want to touch it. His look is sometimes very weird and intimidating and some people might think of Louis Vuitton when hearing his name but remember, this kind of fur is completely Canucks branded.

5-6. Henrik and Daniel Sedin

These are our leading Swedish fish and they do look the same. Some people might say they aren’t really pretty, but hey if you’re into gingers, we got two identical ones for you. We aim to please.

Next: the team dads (Disclaimer: this does not mean they actually have kids). We got plenty of them and they’re mostly cute and obviously good with kids – or still single.

7. Sam Gagner

Sam Gagner aka Gags is a really smiley. GAGNER WITH SCRUFF IS ICONIC. Also smirk smirk smirk. He likes to wear an all white mouthguard that makes his teeth look weird during the game but that’s okay because he needs to protect his perfect smile at all costs! Bonus: He looks so comforting like you can trust him with your life.

8. Brandon Sutter

His sarcasm is A+ comedy. He also looks like he could play the role of a guy everyone falls in love with on The Young and the Restless. He’s just very pretty, hair is soft, light scrub and eyebrows are 👏🏼. His eyes are pretty and they are very kind. Also that little smile/smirk is giving me all kinds of feelings ngl.

9. Christopher Tanev

He most definitely looks better with teeth than without. Tanev is the protective type of guy, he takes pucks to the face for you but mostly for Marky, literally. Long hair don’t care. The soft, dark brown of his eyes can tell that he couldn’t hurt a fly. Bet he takes the ladies out on good dates too.

10. Michael del Zotto

“Michael Del Zotto does wedding photoshoot, does not actually get married”

“New Vancouver Canucks defenceman Michael Del Zotto was named one of our nation's 25 Most Eligible Bachelors”

“Just showed up, plugged in his iPod without anybody asking, just plugged it in”

Michael del Zotto, more commonly known as DJ MDZ has Italian heritage as you might realize in his name. He’s got curls curls curls. Simple, overall goof who often thinks too highly of himself. Further he’s the absolute kind and friendly standard Canadian.

11. Erik Gudbranson

YOU CANT TELL ME HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE GQ COVER!!! Certified male model Erik Gudbranson. God definitely was in a very good mood when he gave him his face. His nose is straight and thin, it just makes you want to tap on it. His smile is very comforting and so is his look. His eyebrows are a statement. This guy knows for sure what a hairstyle is. His sense of fashion is straight out of a fashion magazine. The scrub is just the whipped cream on top, his face is artwork.

12. Markus Granlund

Looks quiet and serious but has a great sense of humor and arguably some of the best Instagram posts. He’s from Finland so if you want a Finnish player we have all ages. He’s got pretty green eyes.

13. Alex Biega

Alex Biega is a cute family man. Great with kids, nice, cute smile, rosy cheeks, nice nose. Con: he has no hair, but you don’t see that when he’s wearing a helmet.

Next up: our young guns! They are all handsome af and just overall lovable. They’re fast and speedy and some of them are thicc af. Save the best for last, our personal favorites.

14. Ben Hutton

1. If you’re ever feeling down, watch a hutton video, he’s happy 24/7 and knows how to have fun. 2. He’s always smiling and his smile can brighten a room. 3. Those dance moves tho. Who knew a “Barbie girl” lip sync could be so hot.

15. Darren Archibald

He is a wall, he is badass and that makes him so ass. His skin looks very soft and his beard does actually look good, not like Guddys. HIS BEARD IS PERFECT. His eyebrows are straight up goals and look at the dark, kind brown of his eyes. Beautiful.

16. Bo Horvat

Bo’s face is chiseled like a god. He carries his dog because he doesn’t want to make him walk. He love to go to the beach with his dog but he doesn’t let him swim because he’s “more of a sinker”. His nose is very cute and his body is damn well trained you can just look at him forever. Bo has very soft short hair and he is often amused by Brock’s non-existant smile.

17. Brendan Gaunce

Baby face Brendan Gaunce has the hairstyle of a guy from elementary school. His lips are so red at all times it’s inhuman. He looks very innocent but it feels like he’s not. He’s just kind of there, no one really knows how or why. Kind of looks like a little baby deer.

18. Tyler Motte

Fact: There are no good pics of him in the inter webs. Tyler “Applesauce” Motte kinda looks like a college kid from a frat. He’s a very fast skater and his penalty killing is absolutely sexie.

19. Nic Dowd

Dowdy is just overall an incredibly handsome guy. That hair line and the wavy fluff, can you see it? Beautiful. The cheek bones? Beautiful. He could work as a male model if he wanted but fortunately he plays hockey to bless us with his beautiful face.

20. Troy Stecher

Stechy has straight up the most adorable dog on this planet. Let’s be real if anyone says Phoebe isn’t their favorite Canuck they’re lying. Kind of an underrated defence man so not a lot of people fully appreciate him. He’s like that rough and tough hockey player that’s also very adorable. His voice is simply great.

21. Brendan Leipsic

Where do we start here? First of all he calls his dog his son and it’s very adorable. Also his curls. CURLS. They match his face so well and they are absolutely adorable. His lips have a perfect shape and look so soft. Generally his face looks just super soft and kind. Also, have you ever noticed his fashion sense? Definitely one of the best dressed guys on the team. He’s also very aggressive on the ice and he hustles and works very well with our favorite d-man Derrick Pouliot. His nickname is delicious country gravy because he works so well with the chicken strip.

22. Brock Boeser

Here we go, it’s time for Prince Charming! The hockey community on here already knows how great he is and look I even found a rare footage of his shiny smile. Whenever he smiles he helps the global warming because his smile melts icebergs. Awesome. He always chews on his mouthguard rather than use it and his mom doesn’t like that. Oh, he also went to prom with a girl who has down syndrome and that’s really the type of guy he is. His flow is legendary and often his hair look like actual gold. He leaked his hair routine and apparently he just uses Head and Shoulders shampoo.

23. Nikolay Goldobin

Goldy is the most adorable Russian puppy you can find anywhere in the NHL. His hair are super fluffy and he doesn’t know how to wear a hat but that only makes him look even more adorable. His nose is so small and round it’s absolute gold! Don’t even get me started on his eyebrows because they are flawless! He got the most innocent and sweet smile out there, he always seems happy. You want to squeeze his cheeks and generally just hug him. It seems like he gives nice hugs.

24. Sven Bärtschi

@baercheese is here to confess her love: “My cute little Swiss boy ♥ my forever favourite & definitely underrated in the looks department & as a hockey player. His nose might not be straight but it’s still cute (I will fight you if you disagree) and his hair is always slicked back to perfection👌🏻 If you haven’t heard him talk you need to because he has a sight accent and it’s my favourite thing in the entire world 😍 He’s also a known dog lover & has a dog named Bear (named after himself basically), what’s not to love?”

25. Derrick Pouliot

Derrick Pouliot, also commonly known as Poulet, chicken strip and super strip is our cutest chubby teddy defenseman and we all know it. He grew up in the middle of nowhere in Saskatchewan and not a lot of people got to appreciate his beauty so far. His hair are the pure fluff and make you just want to run your hands through it. His face looks so soft, his eyes are warm and you just want to squeeze his cheeks ngl. Listen to his voice once and you never want to listen to something else ever again. He is not really tall and his hockey gear looks kind of too big for him, the others love to pat his head. Sometimes his hair get a little curly and it’s just the cutest thing ever. Just by looking at him you can tell that he gives the best and softest hugs ever and he makes you feel comfortable at all times. He is really silent and not outgoing, he needs a lot of time to feel comfortable with new people but that’s totally okay. He’s super cute with kids and just overall totally lovely and kind. A real Canadian.

26. Jake Virtanen

Jake Virtanen is the ultimate snack. He’s half Canadian, half Finnish and 100% babe. The man can skate. Fast. Right into my heart. To quote the great philosopher of our time, Taylor Swift, he’s so gorgeous, it actually hurts. He has the cutest dance moves and the most precious smile. When he does that little slanted smile, I swoon, you swoon, we swoon. Bonus: When he works hard his face turns red and it’s adorable lmao.

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