The other angels didn’t kick Lucifer out of heaven because of the whole Eve and the apple situation. It was because he was total bitch.
Lucifer was and still is a mean girl, like Regina George levels of mean. He was the type to be all sweet but then talk shit about you behind your back. Manipulate your friends and get them to gang up on you or spread rumors about you being a slut. Things escalated when Lucifer’s infamous Burn Book was discovered and it detailed the most awful and vile things about everyone.
Sera was described as a brown-nose uptight bitch who everyone secretly hates
Michael was called a lame-ass dollar store version of Lucifer and a control freak
Adam a bitchless loser who you could only find on a clearance sale at a rundown store because nobody wanted him
The list went on and Eden was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Lucifer kind of toned it down when he had Charlie, but that mean girl in him still comes out time to time
Angel Dust is just passing through when suddenly Lucifer acknowledges him
Lucifer: Oh my father, I love your boots, where did you get them?
Angel: Oh uh, I got them custom made
Lucifer: Ooh~ customized ! So adorable!
Angel: Thanks your majesty! (Walks away happily)
Lucifer: Those were the ugliest pair of boots I’ve ever f’ing seen
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Regina George x Reader
Part 2/32
Warnings: suggestive flirting, reader gets injured, lots of cussing, mention of pain medication
Word count: approx. 1,805
The next day you see Regina at her lunch table. Even after last year she still sits with Cady, Karen, and Gretchen. She waves you over.
"What the fuck did I say about talking to me George? Especially after last nights words I REALLY am not interested in speaking with you." You whisper-yell at her.
"You didn't add me to that stupid group, I have no clue when things happen. Missed that detail didn't you sweetie." She gives you a condescending smile.
"Hm, call me sweetie one more damn time and your ass will be facedown in the ice. Got it George? When it comes to my sport you respect me or get the fuck out," you send a link to the group chat to her as you rant, and finally look up at her, "you know I was willing to be nice, and potentially be acquaintances this season, but after what you said? I was trying to help you and you had to be a bitch. Same old Regina."
You walk to your table with your teammates, Kendall and Mac, and slam your tray down. You don't know why, well, you do; but Regina filled you with a red hot hate. Worse than any other person you have ever met. Worse than the girls who took your state championship away from you, worse than your exes, worse than your bullies. Regina made you burn with anger, but damn did she look good with that condescending smile on her face.
She walks by your table, picking you up by the arm and drags you with her as she walks out of the room. You don't want to make a scene, so you don't fight it and instead walk next to her; besides, Regina on your arm made girls look at you. She pulls you into the nearest empty classroom and you yank yourself out of her arm.
"What the actual fuck." You swipe your letterman down.
"Y/N. I'm sorry. Okay? I lashed out. My back hurt, it was raining, I didn't like the way you treated me at practice. I have a lot on my plate. i didn't mean to yell at you," she sighs, you aren't convinced, "You were trying to be nice, I understand. I shouldn't have gotten so angry. I really am sorry."
"Oh it's never your fault, is it? The burn book was Cady's. Total bullshit by the way," you put your hands in the warm pockets of your wool letterman and pace, "and you lashing out was all your stress, and your pain, and I guess me?" You sarcastically laugh and throw your hands up, dragging the sides of your jacket up with you.
"Oh my god. No. I admit it. The burn book? Me. Me lashing out? Well, I should have kept that inside. I really didn't mean to. And I know why you were so mean, it's because I was mean first."
"Right on the money, Miss George. Now tell me, did we learn how to properly apologize in elementary school? Or do I need to teach you how to lace up skates AND apologize."
You sit on the teacher's desk, it squeaks under your weight. Regina turns bright red and looks like shes about to cry, she tilts her head down and fidgets with her sleeve. A tear streaks down her face, mascara rolling with it, and she swipes at it with her blue sleeve, leaving the spot a muddy blackish grey.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. For practically calling you a slut, saying you couldn't score points, AND for lashing out. I don't actually have that big of a problem with your sexuality." She gets out.
"Thank you. And I figured you didn't, it's just the first thing you notice to pick on me about. I'm not ready to accept your apology yet, or talk to you. But maybe, just maybe, we can learn to get along," the bell rings and you open the door to leave, "peace out George."
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That night at practice Regina walks in almost the same time as you. You try to be civil by holding the door open, and she gives you a small smile as she walks through. You still hate her, but she has a nice smile. You walk down the steps leading into the locker room. You quickly change into your practice jersey, pants, and skates after putting on your gear, and you head on to the ice.
"Listen up ladies. We still have 2 months until our first game, but I am putting us on this ice early. Short practices for now, but it gives us more time to enhance our skills since we are playing the fall and spring season," you spoke, and the girls cheered, "so like yesterday, drills until 4:30 then everyone can go. Everyone knows Regina, she's our new manager. Leave your messes for her." You joke, and everyone starts skating laps.
For an hour you trade off teammates. 2/3 of the team will use half of the arena to skate down and backs, the left over 1/3 practices making shots while swapping out goalies. The clock lets out a loud buzz as it did last time, and everyone shoots their final shot and exits to the locker room, except you. You stay and keep skating around the pucks.
Regina laces her skates up and grabs the net that the pucks go in, then skates around the ice with the goal, collecting them all and stuffing them in. She leaves 5 pucks for you to keep shooting with. The click of the puck against the ice and walls as it bounces into the net made your brain happy, especially as Regina left you alone to go put away the others.
Regina suddenly hears a loud scream as she sets the puck bag into its spot and quickly hurries onto the ice to see you gripping your ankle tightly with your helmet thrown on the ground.
"Damnit I slid." You shout, ripping off your gloves and throwing them.
"What happened!?" Regina kneels beside you, concern laced in her voice.
"I was grabbing the net to collect the pucks, one wrong move and my skate got caught in the..." you started to yell, "damn net!"
"Where are your keys." Regina asked seriously.
"What do you mean 'where are my keys'? In my bag, why do you need my keys?" She begins to walk to the locker room, "Regina George, I may not like you but you better not leave me here!"
She rushes back up the steps, keys in hand, "I'm pulling your car up. You can't walk on this, let alone drive." And she exits
You set your head back on the ice, pain shooting through your leg. Maybe she really felt bad for what she had said, maybe this was her way of truly apologizing? Or had she actually changed and wanted to be helpful.
She rushes back in and helps you up to pull you off of the ice, you limp while putting most of your weight onto the blonde girl beside you. She puts you on a bench in the locker room, unlacing your skates and setting them in your locker. She reaches to pull down your pants.
"Woah! George this isn't what I thought you meant when you said you didn't have a big deal with my sexuality! Not the time!" You stop her.
"Don't flatter yourself captain. This is to get you into something more comfortable, and so you can fit in your own car. I don't have to but it would sure be easier." She looks at you sternly as you begrudgingly nod.
She pulls off the gaurds you have over your shins and then starts pulling off your pants, you look away and try to help as the awkwardness is unbearable. She opens up your locker and pulls out the grey sweats you had tucked away. She does the same with your jersey and a black tank top you had.
"I very easily could have gotten the jersey myself, George. Someone being nice today?" You playfully punch her arm.
"Don't be weird Y/N. Now get up. I'm taking you home." She helps lift you and wraps your arm around her, assisting you to your car.
She puts you in, gets in on the drivers side, and buckles herself, "where am I going, captain?"
"Where did that name come from?"
"Being captain of the hockey team is like, your one personality trait outside of being a massive player, Y/N." She chuckles.
You direct her to your house, which is nearly 20 minutes from the school. Aside from you telling her where to turn and the occasional groan in pain, the ride is rather quiet. It is incredibly awkward.
She pulls in to your driveway and helps you out, getting you to your front door and knocking. Your mom steps out, concerned, looking down at you holding your foot off of the ground.
"Y/N Y/L/N not again! Goodness. And you make this poor girl drive you home? Come in sweethearts come in!" She opens up the door and Regina guides you as you limp in, setting you on the couch and sitting beside you.
"This one is such a clutz. She did the exact same thing last year you know. Let me guess, skate in a net? We are still getting the prescription from that one! Oh goodness where are my manners," your mom holds out her hand to Regina, "I’m Patricia, but you can call me Pat. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"Oh no ma'am I have to start my walk home, thank you though!" Regina awkwardly declines.
"Oh nonsense! Y/N can't drive right now and I have to pick up her pain medication so why don't you just stay the night! It has been so long since she has had any friends over aside from Kendall." Your mom continues. You hope she shuts up.
"You know, Pat, that sounds wonderful," Regina smiles and looks over at you, her look growing more spiteful, "I will call my mother right now, you have a very safe drive to the pharmacy and I truly thank you for opening your home!" She gets up to call her mom.
Your mom kisses you on the forehead and exits into the garage. You hear the mechanical whir open, then shut. The couch dips beside you.
"Now you have to listen," Regina looks at you, "Can we please talk about my apology?"
You certainly did not want to accept the apology, but you couldn't run away from it now.
Well. Shit.
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Supernatural , Season 6, Episode 7
Family Matters
Sam doesn't sleep , at all , not since he got back
"It never occurred to you there's something off about that?"
Oooh Dean's really pissed (Understandable)
IF HE CANT FEEL HOW IS HE FEELING PAIN? (its physical?)
"Its his soul , its gone"
Aw, because he's soulless, he can't care that he is soulless. This is so saaaaad. When does he get his soul back? Does it take the entire season? I don't want a whole season of soulless Sam :(. I miss soulful Sam.
Is Samuel also soulless? or does he have his soul because he wasn't trapped in a pit meant to hold Lucifer?
Have I mentioned that I don't like Samuel? Idk i just don’t like how he treats Dean. I get all hunters have trust issues, but idk this feels like some weird hatred. See, I trust Dean's instincts, he usually gets the trust stuff right more often than Sam. Sam's a cutie patootie (doesn't know who to trust, like me).
See, putting Dean in the back, when he knows Dean is a good hunter? Man, these damn hunters and their trust issues. Also, Samuel IS hiding something ( the phone call?).
I hate it when the brothers lie to each other. (but that's just siblings for you).
YAYAYAYA Sam and Dean are working together again. Brings joy to my heart.
Christian gives me the creeps. Also I just in general don't like people who are dicks to the brothers.
The alpha vamp actor looks really familiar. Also, before I started posting in the earlier seasons, I saw 3 actors from Once Upon A Time (Does anyone else watch that series?)
"Not heaven, not hell" "Legoland?"
Purgatory? Why does he want to find where purgatory is? I'm starting to think that the Alpha vamp wanted to be caught? Is he so powerful?
CROWLEY?
Oh, so that's why Christian was being such a bitch? Crowley is such a mastermind, though. Is Crowley the one who pulled them up? Oh, he's Lucifer 2.0, basically. (But I feel he's smarter because he doesn't underestimate Sam and Dean that much?) Also, he doesn't do the whole fate, god, raze the world stuff. Which was a big thing for Lucifer.
"What did he offer you? Girls, Money, Hair?"
Ah, Sam really was about to pull the trigger on Grandaddy. And Dean just unflinchingly puts his gun down. He knew soulless Sam would do that. Man they should have kept Crowley’s bones, but Bobby... hmm.
"You with me Dean?"
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I totally agree with you on the fan episode, the way they portrayed Ford made me feel uncomfy. Like they did good on mostly everything else but Ford was not in character.
Anyway just thought to say it cus I thought I was the only one! Have a lovely day :)
He was so off. It felt like they just did not have a good grasp on who he is as a character and just used their apparent bias against him when writing him. Everything was a gotcha against him. Everything he did and said was shoved in as 'proof' he's horrible. Even though Ford would never do or say what they made him do and say. It felt forced. The literal victim of the memory gun, who had an incredibly difficult time even erasing Stan's memory when he needed to, would not even dare think of erasing the memories of the niblings he loves dearly. Not even if they found out about the Rift. Not even then.
it screws up the reunion between him and Fiddleford, which is about the worst thing they could've done. It's like they weren't paying attention when Ford showed signs of deep regret when it came to Fiddleford (I'm sorry Fiddleford on the mind reader, his whole, self deprecating 'you must hate me' schtick at their real reunion) and pretended that he would somehow still be a bitch to him after all the years of guilt weighing on him or something.
The creator replied to a comment asking when it took place and they said it was 'probably just before DaMtF' and all I wanna say is the fact that Ford was so outwardly distrustful of Mabel to an incredibly abrasive degree was just... so wrong. Ford literally trusted her with the unicorn hair mission like, a couple days ago if that's when this took place, you'd think he'd remember trusting her then. But now he's suddenly not trusting her at all?? But now he's acting as if she's not the good person he literally told to her face that she was?? Ford's using Dipper for his loyalty and being a manipulative ass now??? wtf dude.
Not to mention, the fact the episode is basically ragging on him for having trust issues after a literal demon damaged his ability to trust easily and he had to trust only himself for years in the portal to survive because trusting the wrong person could literally have gotten him killed out there, ignoring how much trauma this man has faced in regards to trust and pretending that Ford should trust practical strangers (Soos and Wendy mainly) with the fate of the world right away or he's horrible for trying to protect his family from being Bill's targets. And then not letting any character show any sympathy for his trust issues and the narrative rewards them for guilt tripping Ford for something he needs time and patience to recover from by forcing him to apologize for not trusting them (I'd kinda agree with apologizing for being the bitch he was in this episode, but not the trust issues, though the fact he was bitchier here than in canon doesn't paint any favors either). You don't just 'get over' trust issues like that.
anyway, I could probably rant all day about how awful this version of Ford really was, but I do not care to think about this time waster of an episode any longer. and I don't wanna have to watch it again to clear up my points. thanks for the solidarity in this trying time of being a Ford fan.
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"Battle of Alberta, right? It was my first game: Calgary, Edmonton. We would play them in the preseason, and you know—trying to make the team I'd always be asking him to fight in preseason, always. I'd be runnin' my mouth—like, tryna fight the biggest, baddest guys, tryna make an impression.
And he would never fight me. He'd always tell me, like If you make the team, I'll fight ya. You don't have to worry about that, but I'm not fightin' ya preseason. And I totally respect it, I'm not gonna chase him down. It is what it is. He's established—I'm looking for my chance.
So I get called up, we're playing Edmonton in Edmonton: Battle of Alberta. [He's] over there on the other side, and it's like the coolest thing ever... you know, the buildup was crazy 'cuz I knew if the opportunity presented itself—if the game went the way I hoped it would, I would get an opportunity to fight him.
I remembered in warmups tryna skate by the redline initially just kind-of gettin' a feel for it—to see if I have to say something or whatever... He's got no bucket on, his big, bald head is glarin' around, he skates by the redline with the biggest smile on his face, and just gives me the biggest wink...
At that moment I knew Okay, he remembers. It's gonna happen at some point.
We were up 1, I think it was 2-1 going into intermission or whatever—Oh, no, I think it was 1-1 and we had just scored so the position I'm like Yeah, I don't know if I can fight him now because we have the momentum and we're winning the game. I don't want to lose a fight, then we lose a game and now I'm, like, never getting a chance again.
You kind-of gotta play the game within the game like [...] there's an opportunity to fight, and there's an opportunities where you shouldn't fight. Things weren't looking good, then they score and now we need a spark. I'm like Fucking perfect.
I just skate by their bench and I'm like It's time, big boy! He jumps out, we line up, and he goes We squarin' up or we goin' right away?
I'm like I'm not fuckin' squarin' up with you right now! We're goin' right away!
Drop em, we go right away, grab each other. I know he's a lefty so he's gonna let go—let's go of my right arm before he throws one. I threw one. Big boy went down, he jumped back up pretty quick. I don't know, I tell people all the time, I'm like I would've been in the league fuckin' 2 years earlier if there was good footage of this fuckin' fight!
For some reason—For some reason, the cameras cut out. I don't know if [he] had his cousins working the cameras or something that night, or if they're in the video room or what happened.
That was my first NHL game.
It's funny 'cuz Chucky was there—Chucky's there and he knows, he saw, he always laugh when I say that I would've been in the league earlier 'cuz he knows how things like that go. You get a little bit of energy and buzz around ya, and then kind-of momentum takes you a little bit further but unfortunate[ly], I missed that opportunity but I don't regret a thing.
[...]
The opportunity was there, I just—unfortunately, for whatever reason, the Hockey Gods said not yet." (Ryan Lomberg reminiscing over his first NHL game/fight) (x)(x) (please go watch the second link to see lombos giant smile as he tells this story jfc)
and other genuinely bonkers things to say about a hockey player in your first fight... like why did this need to be said like that...what
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