#like i thought at first that gabriel had contributed but that’s never confirmed and then in ep six crowley says ‘apparently when we perform

[seriesfive]

also i need more deets on the fact that when crowley and aziraphale try to collaborate on even the teeniest tinest miracle together they perform a miracle of intense magnitude that ‘only the mightiest of archangels could’ve performed’ like hi hello??

[boldlyanxious]

Robinhood 6

Part 5

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They would make the journey in the morning to Marinette’s estate. Everything was quiet. Jason had the first guard shift and he found his eyes drifting to where he knew she was sleeping. He knew he couldn’t think of her as he did. He walked past her tent to his own after his guard shift was over but he found he still couldn’t sleep with all the thoughts in his head. She would never see him the same way. She was beautiful and kind. He was hard from too many years of fighting to live, as a child and then again as an adult when he had gone off to find his real family. Bruce had told him he was his family and that he would always be there but he refused to listen and ran off in search of his mother. It had all been a trap and his mother had helped set it up. He never found out why, he wondered if she had been paid. She saw him as he was captured in the trap but she was able to walk away as he was tortured for weeks. He wasn’t supposed to live but someone Bruce found out where he was and they came for him. They were his family.

It wasn’t until he had recovered and they tried traveling back that they found out about the political shift in the region. Jason had not been there for months and many of those left had never considered him a Wayne, so he alone was allowed back in but none of the rest of them were. The deaths of Emelie Agreste, Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng had rocked the area and in his grief, Lord Gabriel blamed the Waynes for their deaths publicly. He claimed the carriage had been tampered with and since they had left the region at the same time and no one knew where they had gone. It was considered suspicious and they had been exiled. Jason hoped he could find a way to get the decision reversed by proving they were not involved.

He lay in his tent for quite some time. He didn’t usually struggle to fall asleep but tonight sleep would not come. The surrounding forest was unusually quiet and it didn’t sit right with him. Pulling his boots back on he crept out of his tent to find Roy. It was nearly time for him to be awake for the last watch of the night so hopefully he wouldn’t mind being disturbed. He moved the flap aside and looked in to find Roy’s pallet empty. The reason was immediately apparent as Jason heard the small movement and felt the blade press against his throat.

“You feel it too?” Jason asked.

“Something is off. We need to be ready.”

“Start waking everyone. Boots on; weapons ready.” Jason turned away to go the other direction to do the same but he paused and turned back. His hand gripped Roy’s arm and his voice was quiet. “If things look bad, I can’t run. I need you to get Marinette out.”

“You think it was a set up?”

“Something isn’t adding up. I think she is sincere, but there is a plot surrounding her and I am missing something that will make everything make sense.”

“Maybe it would come out if they were able to find her.”

“I think they would. But if they had her again, I don’t know whether we could help her. I can’t ask that of her.”

“Could you ask if she meant less to you?”

Jason watched him for a moment before he turned away without responding. He set about waking the others. He had a bad feeling about the whole situation but the feeling of trepidation right now was more urgent. He moved along to get weapons ready, trusting the others to keep waking each other and come to join him and arm themselves. It would be a lot of unnecessary work if he were wrong about the expected attack but he didn’t think he was.

—

Marinette woke too early but there was so much activity in the camp, it felt wrong. Everyone seemed to have started the day early and they were busy doing things. She wasn’t sure what she should be doing but she knew that she would be expected to contribute. She headed for where the food was usually being prepared. It didn’t seem like many were working there yet confirming that she had not over slept. On her way there was one of the children carrying a bucket of water and she tripped, spilling most of it. She was much smaller than the ones who usually collected the water so she decided to grab a bucket and help.

There were several others collecting water so it shouldn’t take very long and she would probably find someone along the way to give her direction about what she should be doing. She was amazed that the children much smaller than her could manage. She struggled with the weight of the bucket and slopped a lot of it over the sides as she was walking. She supposed it was just another one of those things that would take her time to learn to do that all those around her took for granted. She knew that her life had been easier on her but she had no idea how much until she left her estate. Work was required for survival every day.

She filled the bucket and turned around to see men surrounding the children. She didn’t quite recognize all the people in the camp but she was certain that they were not part of the group. They all had matching uniforms and were armed with swords when most of the Merry Men had bows and arrows or repurposed farming tools as weapons. These men were paid for their swords so whoever they were after was definitely in danger. They were not Lord Gabriel's men so she didn’t think it was likely they were after her or the camp until a voice she recognized spoke.

“That is her,” Sir Damocles said, pointing at her. “This may be easier than expected.”

She turned to run but the stream was behind her. She didn’t hesitate to run into it but she didn’t get very far. They were armed and on horseback. Just as Jason had caught up to her on horseback and rode away, the mercenary who grabbed her managed just as easily. She cried out as she saw a couple of the kids run up to try to defend her. There was no way they could have done anything about it but one of them was hit before he was also snatched up by one of the armed men. The other three tried to scatter but they had been surrounded before they realized they were in danger. They were all pulled onto the horses and the men rode away with them.

She kicked and screamed but she knew no one would be able to hear. It was her only plan so she didn’t stop until the man suddenly pulled back on the reins. He shoved her down and she fell into a heap. Her dress was still wet from the water but the ground was hard and dry from a recent lack of rain. She pushed herself up, watching him warily while backing away. He waited for her to decide what to do. She took a single step forward to let him know she was giving in. He responded by getting down from the horse with a rope ready.

She pivoted and ran, hoping that she could find a way to get back to Jason. He would help her but he had no way of knowing what had happened and might not fight out she was missing for hours and then it may take days to learn that she had been taken. He may even think that she had run again and not bother searching for her. He could go after her to her estate like they had planned but there was no reason for him to follow her. He didn’t know that she didn’t want to run from him because she felt safe with him. She was not there only for her protection. She could have easily kept her original plan to leave the area. She wanted to be there where he was and she liked being near him.

So she ran even though it was hopeless. She didn’t even make it very far away before the man cast out with the rope. It hooked on her foot and she fell flat with all of the momentum she had been using to run away. She was groaning and barely got her arms under her before he roughly pulled them behind her back and bound them. He shoved her onto her back and sneered at her.

“You feel free to run, but keep in mind the only one we were ordered to bring back was you. All those little kids were taken so they couldn’t warn the rest of them about the attack.” He reached down and pulled her up. “But they are now unnecessary unless you care enough for them to cooperate.”

It had the desired effect. Marinette allowed him to put her on the horse and didn’t struggle. They were riding for hours but the unfamiliar terrain gave way to hills she recognized and over the next crest she would be able to see the Agreste Manor. Dread filled her as they approached. This time there was nothing she could do to help herself without directly knowing those she was hurting. She watched as the children were taken away towards the barn while she was pushed forward to the Manor. She couldn’t say anything there but this morning there had been five children filling water. The young girl that she had helped when she first woke up wasn’t with them. She wasn’t sure if they had already done something to her or if she had been missed when the rest of them were taken. Maybe there was someone who could tell what had happened to them.

—

The only thing going for them was that they expected the attack. They would have been caught nearly weaponless and possibly bootless in their tents if they hadn’t woken everyone early. Even still, the battle was brutal. People were cut down where they were but that didn’t seem to be the objective. Destruction was what they were after. The storehouse was hit and nearly all of the tents were slashed. Any structure they had built was knocked down and then everything was set on fire. The situation went from damage control to fleeing in an instant. People scattered in all directions. Everything they had built was gone and now they would need to start over.

Jason hoped that Marinette had escaped. It may be that her attempt to regain control of her estate on her own would be what would help them all. He hadn’t seen her all day and hadn’t seen Roy since nearly the beginning of the battle. Hopefully they had gotten out safely. He wondered if he should lead those in his group that way. They had nowhere to go. They might be able to seek shelter in a village for the night but that would not be a long term solution. They would need to find a plan to end Lord Gabriel’s reign of terror. It might be time to go after him directly. It was certainly what Jason wanted to do but he knew now was not the moment to make that decision.

They had found a large barn outside the nearest village. The farmers had given permission for them to stay there, whether it was because they wanted to help or because they didn’t think they could say no, Jason wasn’t sure. But for tonight they would be safe. That was what he thought until there was a rider coming their way, approaching fast. He pulled out his bow but when he went to line up his shot, he saw that it was Roy.

The man jumped down before his horse even stopped and that was the first time that he noticed that Roy had his daughter Lian with him. The little girl was holding tight to him as she probably had been for however long they were riding. The only reason Roy would do that was if he had news. Very bad news.

“What is it?” Jason asked.

“The men that attacked were an akuma army, hired by Lord Gabriel,” Roy said, still catching his breath.

“I thought they had to be. I’m not sure where he got the money to hire them after all the trade avenues we have been cutting off,” Jason responded.

“He wanted to stop that. I’m sure he is expecting that he will have cash flow now, but that was not his only goal.”

“He hit us hard. It will take months to be stable again. Why does it sound like you are building up to the really bad news?”

“Marinette,” Roy said with a grimace. “She was taken along with several children before the battle even started.

Jason glared at him with steel in his eyes.

“You were supposed to get her out. You could have taken her and Lian and run.”

“I never saw her. I didn’t know until it was over. Lian saw the whole thing and hid. I’ve been tracking you since so I could tell you.”

“So after everything, she is back with Agreste.”

They left early the next morning. With no other plan, They headed towards Lady Marinette’s estate. They knew she wouldn’t be there but it was a place they could regroup and would be fortified. He believed that if she were not trying to run away, that she would have invited them there herself. She was much different than he had expected her to be but at the same time, exactly the same person she had always been. He wanted to help her more than anything. It was a great risk to himself and possibly everyone else. He couldn’t quite decide if he actually thought helping her would help everyone else or if he just wanted that to be true so he wouldn’t feel bad about focusing on her.

—

“It is time you think about the future, Marinette,” Lord Gabriel said.

He had her sat before him in his study and was chiding her for running off. Adrien was there too and he wouldn’t meet her gaze. She had hurt him by running. He had probably been sitting here in her spot listening to a lecture from his father after she left before. It was the only form of conversation he allowed. He would speak and everyone else would acquiesce.

“The future has been the only thing on my mind,” she said with an edge to her voice. “You cannot keep treating me like a misbehaving child.”

He turned back to her sharply.

“Then stop behaving as one. You are a young lady and it is time you acted like it.”

She stood to confront him, tired of giving in to all of his demands.

“That is what I was doing before you interfered. I appreciated your help when I was young, but I have grown now and I have an estate to run. You have no right to impede me.”

“Nonsense. Young ladies do not run estates. They marry and run households.”

She laughed out loud at that, pausing when he lifted an eyebrow and pulled out paperwork and handed it to her.

“I waited for you to grow up. But it is clear that you need guidance. Your parents and I were in talks before their deaths. We were meeting to discuss it the day of the accident.”

She looked over at Adrien. He was watching but still said nothing. She looked down at the contract. It was clearly dated just days before the accident and stated the intent for her and Adrien to marry.

“This isn’t signed,” she said.

“The details were being finalized but with them gone and only me left to look out for you there is no reason to wait.”

Lord Gabriel took the papers back and turned back to his other work, effectively dismissing them. She looked back at Adrien, willing him to say something, anything to fight this sudden demand but he merely turned and walked out of the room.

“You can’t do this. You cannot force me to be married.”

He paused and looked up at her before turning back to making notes on his paperwork.

“I don’t think force will be necessary,” he looked up at her again. “You will do what is best for everyone. You have been able to talk my son into your schemes before. As a gift to you both, I will forgive all the recent crimes that you have supported. If you choose to resist, you have already met my akuma army.”

His meaning was clear. She didn’t respond. She bit her lip and turned to walk out.

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Back momentarily with my thoughts on Evolution ! (What a fitting title, on every account, power-wise, impact-wise, relationship-wise... This Season really started with a bang and I love it)

First up, the new intro: still not a fan of the Portuguese theme song but it doesn't matter because??? Them??? Back to back??? HOLDING HANDS??? Makes me very emotional because p l e a s e, they have each other's back, they're United, and the fact that there's that universe-type background... We saw something similar in Risk when Gabriel was trying to find his next target, so it's probably supposed to represent Ladynoir v. Monarch, but also the symbolism of them against not only the world, but the Universe...

The beginning of the episode was a bit of a blur, there was a lot going on but I love love love the continued reassurance on the Ladynoir side, the little episode easter eggs, Gabriel losing his mind even though he hadn't even started transforming (he never stood a chance)...

Special shoutout to that DJWifi Animan cameo, I'm so, so happy!! They're adorable

Side note, also, I know Paris is empty in ML but I'm obsessed with the fact that they used like three voices yelling "yoohoo" for the crowd sounds XD

Chat's costume is adorable, it'd been leaked and everything but it's worth mentioning it again because yes.

So Gabe was really struggling, huh... good for him! I enjoyed Ladybug and Chat Noir looking at him lying on the ground later, all but poking him with a stick like "is it dead?" (Although it would've been fun to have them be a bit more "then perish" – hoping that's coming up later 👀)

I loved Chat's comment when he was watching Monarch add all his powers, "This may take a while" – it was just so tongue-in-cheek and natural, I love him your honour.

Master Fu's contribution was actually really cool, these kids are very smart. Also, I think "I believe in y'all" must be the funniest translation i've seen in this episode in terms of the context ahzjkfkg

Next really sweet moment: Alix's scene with her dad. It was so cute, I love that she wants to be an engineer or a scientist like yes!!! You go girl!!! Also, if we didn't know that she's iconic, her sending pictures of her travels to her dad and him keeping them on him made me laugh a lot (also look! Another healthy father-child relationship! Gabe should take note)

She was disappointed when LB gave her the dog Miraculous, baby... Also her costume!!! It looks like Sabrina's, kind of, I wonder if it means anything 👀

We already knew that Émilie used the Peacock Miraculous (I think), but this is a neat extra confirmation. I really thought he was proposing (even though I knew they already had their rings), can't wait to see what they're going to do with it. Gonna give the sentimonster theory a point, the idea that this was Gabe's way of asking if she wanted to have a baby with him is very funny to me actually 😂

Ladybug's plan wasn't that convoluted this time, and Monarch knew it was a trap, and yet... simple and efficient.

Wow Ladybug looks at Chat with so much love in the last Ladynoir scene, don't mind me, I'll be staring at this forever:

(ignore the pop up ad, I couldn't find a way to get rid of it)

Nathalie yes!!! Go off queen !!! I'm so excited to see what will happen next, how her knowledge will play into the rest of the Season, if she's going to quit, how it's going to work with Adrien...

Conclusion: Honestly loved this episode, a really strong opening to the Season!

[grovyrosegirl]

How about Reaper? Or Reyes if that works better! :D

send me a character and i’ll list:

Reyes

favorite thing about them: Despite his rough exterior, you can really tell he cares deeply about the people around him. One of my favorite parts of the Retribution comic is the panel where you see him sitting by Gerard’s hospital bed looking distraught and conflicted. This wasn’t just an attack on an Overwatch base, this was an attack on his friend, and there’s going to be hell to pay. 

least favorite thing about them: The fact that we still don’t know a lot about him. Apparently he has a family, and dang it I want to know more. 

favorite line: “Hear that? The ninja agrees with my decision!” Gabriel, please.

brOTP: I’ve got two for this one. First, I love him and Ana as best friends. Despite the little lore we have, there’s a lot hinting that there was a deep amount of trust and care they had for each other. Second, him and McCree. There’s a very strong mentor-student dynamic there, and you can tell that they trusted each other a lot. Which makes it all the more heartbreaking when McCree loses that trust in him. It wouldn’t surprise me if McCree leaving was one of the breaking points for Reyes. 

OTP: Him and Jack. They loved each other, dang it. Despite the tragic outcome, I will continue to make AUs where they happily retire together, thank you very much. 

nOTP: I’m not a big fan of any ship that involves the other Blackwatch team members, especially McCree or Genji. The power imbalances in those ships make me very uncomfortable. Plus, I see Reyes and McCree as more of a mentor-student and a little bit of father-son dynamic. They cared about each other, but platonically. 

random headcanon: Reyes was like the cool uncle for Fareeha. He’d let her get away with so much stuff when he had to watch her for Ana sometimes. Stuff like sneaking her an extra cookie or letting her watch TV past her bedtime. 

unpopular opinion: I know a lot of people say that Reyes was only trying to do the right thing, and that a lot of people shift the blame more towards Morrison for Overwatch’s fall. But I don’t think that’s very fair, because both Reyes and Morrison screwed up big time. The thing that really caused the rift between them and contributed to the fall of Overwatch, in my opinion, was the lack of communication they had between each other. Both of them thought that they knew best, and both of them were unwilling to give in to the other. And Talon took advantage of that. 

song i associate with them: I tend to associate songs more with Reaper, I don’t really have a Reyes song I can think of right now. 

favorite picture of them: This one because ~foreshadowing~

Reaper

favorite thing about them: Despite the edginess, I love Reaper’s character design. It’s probably one of my favorites in Overwatch. Especially the mask. 

least favorite thing about them: The lack of information we have about his true motives. I mean I know that’s kind of the point, and we’re probably going to find out in OW2, but aaaah I wanna know so bad. 

favorite line: “What are you looking at? I don’t sing. I will not.” I love this edgy grandpa. Oh, and his signature, “Death comes...” It’s so dramatic, but I love it. 

brOTP: Reaper and Sombra. I mean, okay, I’m of the opinion/headcanon that Reaper absolutely knows what Sombra’s up to but isn’t exactly stopping her because he sees her as useful to his goals. And Sombra knows that Reaper doesn’t trust her, but he’s useful to her. It’s like this dynamic of, “Oh yeah, we are definitely going to betray each other at some point if our goals stop aligning, but this is about the closest thing to trust you can get in Talon, so just keep me alive and we’re good.” 

OTP: I adore R76 as this tragic Shakespearian sorta relationship. But realistically, it’s probably not going to end all sunshine and rainbows, because both of them are far too bitter and revenge-driven to ever really get back to the trust they once had. 

nOTP: I guess I’m not a big fan of Reaper and Moira. Considering that Moira is very much confirmed to be responsible for his condition, I imagine he wouldn’t be too down for kissing anytime soon. But that’s just me. 

random headcanon: He does take off his mask, but never in front of anyone. The only exception is Moira, but that’s because she’s basically his doctor. One poor Talon grunt saw his face after spying on him and ended up unconscious for about two days. 

unpopular opinion: While I am certain that Reaper is a double agent planning to betray Talon, I’m not 100% on board with the theory that he secretly wants to help the recalled Overwatch. If anything, I think he sees them as an obstacle to his goal. He wants to destroy Talon from the inside, but dang it, these new Overwatch agents keep getting in his way. 

song i associate with them: “Hell to Your Doorstep” from The Count of Monte Cristo. 

favorite picture of them: ANY screenshot of him from the animated trailers because HD cinematic Reaper is cool to look at. 

[naturallysuperbullshit]

S3 E11: Mystery Spot

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IT WAS THE HEAAAAAAT OF THE MOMENT! THE HEAAAAAAT OF THE MOMENT!

Okay just wanted to say that I actually live - well, not in Broward county, but in a neighboring county. And I was honestly disappointed that there's not a real Mystery Spot (at least not one on Google maps) bc I love tacky shit like that. One of my fondest memories is when I went to Roswell, NM and got to check out the dumb alien museum there. Fucking hilarious, man.

It's South Florida, you can find much more realistic shark heads than that around here

Dean Death Counter starts now! DDC: 1

"Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday, too!" Iconic

DDC: 2

Dean comments like that contribute to people assuming you and Sam are a gay couple

"Did it look cool, like in the movies?" Jdjsnsnsnsbs Dean pls

Yikes the desk is just..... horrific. DDC: 3

And here we go into the Dean Death Montage! At the end, our DDC is... 8 confirmed deaths.

Sam says he's been through 99 Tuesdays though, so we'll just jump the counter up. Also, jfc, over 3 months of this shit? Yikes.

How long did they rehearse the talking in unison scene lmao

DDC: 100

So wait how did Dean eat it that day? Or did Gabe just fast forward to the "next" morning when he realized Sam figured him out

The shit-eating grin on Gabriel's face when he reveals himself to the Winchesters is SO GOOD I love this little jerk

Hughey Lewis and the News doesn't suck, Dean, come on.

"I lost count" okay so were there more days between when Sam said it was the 100th Tuesday and when they caught up with the Trickster or is he being facetious bc by my count he had exactly 102 Tuesdays

DDC: 103 (?)

Ah, here we go, Dark Side Sam

Controversial opinion but I do like this side of Sam. I think this short montage makes Sam more 3 dimensional than the previous 2 and a half seasons combined. We've seen Dean without Sam - now we're finally seeing Sam without Dean, and not by choice! It's actually more palatable than his endless anger over Jessica during s1 bc we care about Dean, too, so we can understand better where he's coming from.

-brushes teeth angrily-

-in a low, threatening tone- "You want your brother back so bad? Fine." I think we have another tagline here

That brief moment where Sam isn't confident that Bobby wasn't Bobby is mildly horrifying

"Even if I could -" "You can!" "True." Okay see here's where I feel like it should have been more obvious that Gabriel wasn't actually a Trickster - Bobby called them demigods. Can demigods really ignore that many rules? I mean, taking Sam back 6 months and reviving Dean for well over the hundredth time - that must take a lot of power. Even more than what Bobby insinuated Tricksters have. And when the boys have run into pagan gods before, they were honestly kind of weak? The scarecrow was pretty creepy, and the solstice pagans were fucked up, but they never changed reality like Gabriel does. Honestly i think the boys really should have been questioning just what, exactly, the 'Trickster' was starting here.

I wonder if Gabriel wanted Sam to stop saving Dean bc he was trying to spare them the heartbreak down the road of one saying yes before the other, or if he really thought that if Dean died early, the apocalypse wouldn't happen. I mean, he's been cut off from Heaven for centuries, so maybe he missed the memo that the angels wanted Dean to go to Hell.

"He's my brother." "...yep." Whole lotta feeling packed into one word when you know who the Trickster really is. Yep, he's your brother. And he's not gonna do anything but hurt you, because that's what brothers do.

Also, okay, wait, Gabriel implied that Dean's been in Hell for 6 months at this point. Either he's telling the truth, and Dean is somehow stronger this time around and doesn't break as quickly, or he's lying and he stashed Dean's soul elsewhere - possibly since the first Tuesday, even. Hmm...

....does Dean ever find out about those six months?? Probably not :/

"Mystery Spot" final thoughts: can you tell I love this episode? It's just so ripe for meta opportunities! And, of course, i love all the Trickster episodes just. So much.

[shewhoridesonrainbows]

Words Upon Your Skin

My first lil contribution to the Maribat fandom Hope y’all enjoy

Worldbuilding Summary: You have a 50/50 shot of being born with a soulmate. Most find out in early childhood since kids always end up drawing on themselves. The only hiccup is that the universe decided being able to just write your names to each other was too easy so the only thing that won’t transfer through the bond is your names.

Now Mari always thought she was in the half without soulmates because she’s never had even a scribble appear. We all know better than that though so join me for a ride exploring the twists and turns of Marinette dealing with a new soulmate on top of trying to figure out who’s using the Butterfly Miraculous to terrorize Paris.

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Chapter One * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4

“Bye bye, pretty butterfly.” Ladybug watched the small, white butterfly slowly flap away, back to its master. “Now, Kaalki.” A horse-like creature floated up to her ear at the short command. 

“I’m going to need so many sugar cubes after this, Ladybug,” the Kwamii said before taking off, tailing the butterfly. Chat Noir stepped silently next Ladybug. The eyes of Paris’s heroes followed the specks in the bright summer sky until two quiet beeps broke the silence. 

Chat placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, LB, your plan is brilliant,” he said with a gentle squeeze. “And at least it was just Mr. Pigeon today.”

“I’m glad you have so much faith in me,” her gaze finally broke away and she looked at her partner, a grateful expression adorned her face. “Now let’s go recharge so we’re ready when Kaalki comes back.”

“Sure thing, bugaboo.” Chat saluted then leapt onto the closest rooftop.

She tossed the Lucky Charm into the air and cast her Miraculous Cure before bounding off towards the nearest hiding spot. Magic swarmed Paris. Any damage from the angry flocks of birds that overran the streets during the akuma attack disappeared. Ladybug didn’t pay attention to any of it as she ducked into an alley. In a pink flash Marinette was crouching on the trash littered ground, she flinched but couldn’t worry about how dirty her clothes were getting because making sure Tikki had enough energy to transform again was so much more important right then. Who knew how quickly it would take Kaalki and the akuma to get to Hawkmoth’s lair. Ladybug and Chat Noir had to be ready when the horse kwamii found their destination.

Marinette opened her purse, pulled out a cookie, and handed it to the red Kwamii floating in front of her. The girl started talking to fill the silence as the tiny God-of-Creation scarfed down the treat.

“Maybe after this, Adrien and I can finally expose Lila, you know, since we won’t have to worry about her getting akumatized?”

Tikki nodded and made a positive sound around the mouthful of cookie. Sitting down and leaning against the wall made Marinette’s clothes even grosser but the thought of not having to deal with Lila anymore eased her worries.

“As annoying as he was about preaching ‘the high road’ in the beginning, without Adrien, school would’ve been horrible. And who’d have thought that I’d be better friends with Chloe than Alya!" 

Marinette smiled at Tikki as she tried to fit as much of the cookie in her mouth as possible and shook her head free of non-Ladybug thoughts. The little red bug popped the last chocolate chip in her mouth then grinned.

"Do you think you’ll need another, Tikki?” Marinette asked, already reaching into her purse for a second.

“No no, Marinette,” Tikki squeaked, cookie crumbs coming out with the words. “I didn’t use that much energy today.” She swallowed the last bite quickly and smiled at her holder. “Ready when you are!”

“Let’s just hope Chat is. Tikki, spots on!” Another flash of pink magic and Ladybug was swinging towards the top of the Eiffel Tower, the place Kaalki was going to meet back up with her and Chat.

***

In Kaalki’s personal opinion, famous people were the best to work with. What’s the point of granting someone teleportation powers if her and her holder weren’t going to be in the spotlight? And in Paris, no one was more famous than Ladybug. So when Tikki’s Chosen asked for Kaalki’s help in finally defeating Hawkmoth, of course she wouldn’t turn down the girl’s plan.

Kaalki closed the distance between herself and the dumb butterfly she was following. She watched it fly into the window of some big house then saw how the window closed behind the white bug. Alright, got the location. Now just to make sure Hawky and Mayura are inside, get back to the Eiffel tower, then teleport Ladybug and Chat into that room and I’ll be one of the Kwamii’s they write into the history books.

She got as close to the window as she could without the inhabitants noticing her. She peeked over the widow’s edge and saw the costumed Hawkmoth and a woman with Duusu floating nearby. With a nod, Kaalki channeled her powers to create a small portal just big enough for her and popped out the other side, almost flying right into the waiting teens.

“Did you find them?” Plagg’s Chosen asked. Ladybug was right behind him, pulling a sugar cube out of a bag.

“Of course I did, was there any doubt?” Kaalki grabbed the cube from the girl and daintily ate the sweet substance to recharge.

“Never,” Ladybug smiled then narrowed her eyes in seriousness. “Are you ready to end this Chat?”

“After you, M'Lady.”

“What about you, Kaalki?”

Kaalki nodded then widened her portal to fit the two heroes. She went through first to make sure it was positioned perfectly. In one fluid motion, Paris’s Wonder Duo dropped from the glowing circle, smashed through the window, and posed, battle ready. Kaalki waited, eagerly listening for the sounds of Ladybug and Chat fighting Hawkmoth and Mayura. 

She was met with silence instead.

***

Marinette’s heart was racing. Her eyes couldn’t focus on just a single thing, constantly flitting around the room, taking in every detail around her once, the glittering of shattered glass under her feet.

Twice, the forms of Ga- no, of Hawkmoth and Mayura, in crumpled heaps just outside of the window’s light.

Three times, the torn and ruined white butterfly wings spread on the floor, like twisted flower petals. 

It took a broken, choking sound from Chat to bring her back from the verge of what could only have been a panic attack. She rushed forward to kneel by the two adults.

Ok, first, make sure they’re still alive. A gentle press of fingers against their throats confirmed their unconscious states. 

Next, look for the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculous. A quick once over and Ladybug knew that these two no longer had the magic jewelry on them. She was about to stand up to look in the dark corners when Chat made that choking sound again. Ladybug looked back at her partner, his head was down and she couldn’t see his face.

“Chat Noir, what’s wrong? Are you ok?”

His head shot up at the sound of her voice. “Ladybug, I- Are they…” His shoulders shook and he seemed to fold into himself, almost as if to get as small as possible without moving.

“Chat Noir, please.” Ladybug straightened and slowly approached the other teen. Sobs were rattling his whole form now. “What’s wrong?”

“My father was Hawkmoth, Ladybug, and Natalie had to have been Mayura,” he gasped out. Those words must have broken a dam in him because he started walking back and forth across the circle of light, glass crunching under his boots, never taking a step into the darkness. “It all makes sense now, if you think about it. Of course Father was a recluse, he had to be able to get to his lair to akumatize someone at a moment’s notice.”

Twist, turn, step, step, step, then repeat. The longer he ranted, the longer Chat’s strides become. Turn, step, step, repeat.

Ladybug hurried forward and grabbed his shoulders, stopping his agitated pacing. She turned him to look her in the eyes. A sharp inhale and he was focused on her.

“Chat, calm down, you’re going to be ok. Let’s just talk this out.”

“Okay,” he croaked, close to tears again.

“Okay. Now Chat, are you saying Gabriel Agreste is your father?” A silent nod.

“And you’re Adrien?” Another nod.

“Did you ever think that Gabriel could be Hawkmoth?” Head shake this time.

Under the red and black spandex, Marinette’s heart broke for this boy. He always tries to see the best in people, and no wonder, with Hawkmoth as a father of course Adrien wanted to ignore the bad. Even if he never realized who Gabriel actually was. I’ve got to find some way to keep him from spiraling too far down for me to reach him. 

She’d just opened her mouth to ask Chat/Adrien another question when a moan of pain came from behind her. She immediately switched to a defensive stance in front of her partner. No one was getting to him any time soon.

Gabriel Agreste inched his way up into a sitting position, holding his head in a hand the whole time. “Wh-what happened?” he groaned. He looked around his lair slowly, stunned when his eyes landed on the heroes standing in the light. “Ladybug, Chat Noir, how did you two get here?” Beside him, Natalie started to rise. 

Ladybug glared at the adults before her, “Miraculous of Teleportation, you didn’t think we’d let you continue on your warpath, did you?" 

As soon as, Natalie was sitting up too, Ladybug wrapped her yoyo string around them, ignoring the small sound of protest from her partner.  Once the bonds were secure, the angered teen crouched to Gabriel’s eye level. 

"Now tell me, Hawkmoth, where are the Miraculous?”

Gabriel’s eyes widened and he looked down at where the butterfly brooch had been for the last two years. “I-I don’t know, Ladybug. I just had it.” He started desperately searching the area around him, as if the Miraculous was hiding among the dead butterflies littering the floor.

“I had just used it to akumatize that girl who was not invited to a classmate’s party again,” he started to ramble, pulling on the cords around his torso. “I-”

Chat Noir interrupted the panicking man, “What do you mean? We just fought Mr. Pigeon again, not some girl.”

“No, I distinctly remember the feelings of a girl being ostracized by her peers,” Gabriel sneered. He glared up at Chat before Ladybug stepped between the two, blocking the man’s line of sight to her partner. 

Ladybug was glaring back when she saw Gabriel’s eyes glance behind her and his face paled. “Chat what’s he looking at?” I can’t look behind me, this could be a trick.

“Nothing, M'Lady, there’s just the window." 

"What’s the date?” Gabriel’s voice came out as a whisper. A gentle breeze blew through the trees, leaves rustling was the only sound for one heart stopping second.

“June 2, why?” His face whitened even more. It looked like the ghost of Gabriel Agreste was kneeling in front of her. He shakily made eye contact with Ladybug again.

“The last thing I remember was akumatizing a teenage girl on January 2. The trees outside were covered in snow.”

Ladybug’s eyes went wide and she whipped her head towards the woman tied up with Gabriel. “Natalie, what about you, what do you remember?”

“The,” the woman paused, obviously still not completely awake, “the last I remember was dropping Adrien off at a photoshoot, January 2 as well.”

“That means,” Ladybug stumbled back, “something stole your memories." 

Chat shifted behind her then added, "And your Miraculous." 

Chat Noir and Ladybug moved to a dark corner to decide what to do about the poor excuse of a father sitting just outside the circle of light. Her arms were crossed and her posture tense while he looked more defeated than the magic-less duo still tied together.

"I think we should call the police and have both hauled off!” huffed Ladybug, still very much pissed that Adrien’s own father was the villain they’d been fighting against for so long. “But,” she deflated, “he’s your father, what do you want to do?”

Chat Noir opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it, then opened it again to simply state, “I’ve already lost my mother, I don’t think I can lose him too.”

Ladybug’s gaze softened as he went on.

“Look, I know he fucked up. He fucked up really bad. But we don’t even know why he wanted our Miraculous.” Ladybug tried to interject but a raised, leather hand stopped her. “I’m not excusing anything he’s done, I just want to know why.”

With a nod Ladybug led the way back to Gabriel and Nathalie. She silently stood, glaring down at the man before speaking, “Why did you want our Miraculous?” Gabriel seemed to weigh his options then answered.

“To bring my wife back. To make my family whole again.”

NEXT

[river1983]

Can You Feel My Heart?

No one has submitted prompts really lol so here’s another piece I did a while ago...no one asked for it but here it is lol. I edited it a little bit because I think Cas was a little to OOC.

Summary: Castiel has lost his wings--for good this time. Not used to his newly human form, he seeks the comfort of the Winchesters--specifically one pie-loving, self-hating hunter.

Ship: Destiel

--

Cas sat around the map table with the Winchester brothers, both staring at him for an explanation for why he hadn’t contacted them in weeks.

He considered making up a false excuse, covering up the real reason why he hadn’t contacted them. But the former angel knew that they would see right through him.

Castiel sighed as he grabbed the beer they had slid over. “I...I lost my wings.”

Dean’s expression immediately softened and Sam’s looked mostly confused.

“What? How?” Sam asked.

He finished his beer quickly, setting the bottle back down on the table. “I had been hunting for Gabriel. Ever since he came to me in that illusion I had been looking for him. My brothers, Rastiel and Haleem captured me outside of a cabin in Atlanta, Georgia. Under heaven’s orders, they removed my grace and knocked me unconscious. I woke up hours later in Chicago, no food, no money...nothing. I...I didn’t know what to do. So I walked here.”

Dean’s green eyes widened. “You walked? From Chicago to Lebanon? Without food or water?”

He nodded. “I couldn’t do anything else. I suppose I could have stolen a car, but truthfully I do not know how to hotwire a vehicle.”

The ex-soldier-of-heaven looked to the floor. “That’s why it took so long. I couldn’t get a hold of a phone because I had no money and apparently looked homeless. I managed to steal some water gas stations but was always caught and forced out before I managed to get some food.”

Dean worried for the angel...well ex-angel, now. He hadn’t done too well his first run at being human, and an instinct to care for Cas unexpectedly washed over him.

Dean went to the kitchen for a minute and brought back a turkey sandwich he had saved and handed it to him. “Eat. We’ll set you up in the room next to mine. After you eat, shower. You can borrow some of my clothes for now.”

Cas nodded, accepting the sandwich gratefully. “Thank you Dean.”

He attacked the sandwich, moaning in pleasure at the pleasant taste of the substance. Without his angelically modified taste buds, he could actually enjoy the food and not just taste the molecules. Food, the ex-angel decided, was one of the best creations humans had ever made in their evolution.

Sam came around, rubbing his friend’s shoulder. “We’ll figure it out, Cas.” Before retreating to his room.

Cas finished the turkey sandwich as Dean came back to the room, setting some of his old clothes down on the table. “Um, here’s some of my old clothes. They should fit you for now, we can buy you some more of your own later.”

Cas looked up at the older hunter, noticing his cheeks were pinker than before. Is he cold? The former angel thought. The bunker’s temperature isn’t too out balance, however.

He shrugged it off as a normal, unfamiliar human thing and took the clothes, shooting a grateful smile towards Dean and walking off to the bathroom.

Though as when he was an angel he didn’t need to shower, he knew where almost every room was, just in case of emergency. He reached the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He took off his beloved trench coat, undid his tie, and peeled off his dress shirt. Staring at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help but notice how human he looked. His eyes were red from lack of sleep, his ribs visible beneath his pale skin. His hair dirty and uncombed, along with his body. He had a scraggly beard from the weeks of no hygiene. He was sweaty from hours of walking. He hadn’t realized how terrible he looked.

How human he felt too. His arms and legs could barely hold his weight he was so weak. His eyes drooped with fatigue. His stomach, though he had just eaten, growled, demanding food. His bladder annoyingly full. His insides churned with sickness because of how he’s treated himself. His once enhanced mind now felt foggy. He felt vulnerable, and the ex-angel wasn’t used to the feeling of helplessness.

He was there as his Father created mankind. He was there during the flood. He was there when Mary gave birth to the first Nephilim, Jesus Christ. (A/N: This isn’t confirmed or anything I just thought it would be an interesting theory.) He was the one who told Abraham the fate of his son Ishmael.

He had been alive for several millennia, witnessed Creation firsthand. Now, his wings were gone and the one thing he was useful for--his angelic powers--has left him.

It all hit Castiel like a truck as he stared at himself in the mirror.

Dean kicked him out last time he was human. Would Sam and Dean even want him here? Was he only a tool to them? What would he even do if they kick him out again? He had no idea how to function as a human in this world, how to pass as a mortal when he’s spent centuries as an angel. That could be inferred from the last time he was human. 

He took a deep breath. he’ll have to worry about that later. Once he figured out how to turn on the shower, he let the scalding hot water soothe his aching muscles. He took the bar of soap and washed himself, also lathering his hair with the shampoo also in the shower.

Stepping out, he dried off with a towel Dean has also given him and relieved himself. He dressed in the clothes Dean had given him, gathered his old, dirty clothes, and set off to his room to put them away.

---

Cas stepped into the kitchen, causing Dean to double-take at his appearance.

He had given Cas an old plaid shirt, some jeans, and his boots that didn’t fit anymore. He’d never thought Cas would look so good in them. Dean wasn’t used to seeing him in such casual clothes--he always wore that dirty trench coat and suit. He was cut off guard with how the plaid shirt brought out his unnaturally blue eyes, how attractive in general he looked wearing “hunter clothes”.

Dean caught himself staring and shook his head a bit, dismissing the thoughts from his head. He’d come to terms that he maybe wasn’t as straight as he thought he was a while ago, but refused to let that get in the way of anything.

Cas walked towards Dean, standing next to him and leaning on the table. Dean repressed the urge to wrap his arm around the ex-angel.

“How you doing, Cas?”

Cas shrugged. “Okay, I suppose. Not completely thrilled to be human again.”

Cas stayed quiet, not sure if he wanted to bring up the concerns he had earlier.

Dean looked into Castiel’s eyes, seeing the former servant of heaven’s worries.

“If you need to talk...I’m here, okay?” Dean assured, the urge to comfort Cas overcoming him again.

Cas nodded, looking at the hunter with his bright blue eyes. “I will, Dean.”

They sat there in comfortable silence before Cas spoke again. “Are you going to kick me out again?”

Dean whipped his head around to look at Cas. He saw how Cas tensed awaiting his answer.

”What? No, Cas. Why would I do that?”

Cas glared at him. “You did last time.”

Dean winced. He remembered last time Cas was human, when Sam was unknowingly being possessed by Gadreel. Gadreel wouldn’t continue healing Sam if Cas was there, so Dean had kicked his best friend out.

”Cas...” Dean started. “I’m not going to kick you. I shouldn’t have the first time. Sam was being healed by Gadreel, and I...I was being a coward and didn't ell you the truth. I’m so sorry about that Cas.”

Cas looked down. “I know, Dean. You are forgiven. I just...needed to know I wouldn't be alone again.”

Dean’s heart ached. He regretted kicked Castiel out since I had happened, but he pushed it back with all the things that have gone down since the. He wouldn’t let Cas go through this again.  

”You won’t be,” Dean said, clasping his hand on Cas’ shoulder. “I’ll be here.”

Cas nodded, looking up and smiling small at Dean. “I’m going to go...get some rest.”

Dean saw a flash of pain register on his friend’s face before it disappeared.

“Alright, Cas.”

Castiel trudged to his room and closed his door, collapsing on the memory foam, sinking into the comfort.

--

Cas was broken.

It had been a month after his reunion with the Winchester’s and the routine of their lives returned to normal.

Except it wasn’t.

Dean and Sam still went on hunts, Cas tagging along sometimes. He couldn’t go after Gabriel as a human, and there was little else he could do. He had become a better hunter overtime, adapting without his angel mojo.

Dean made it better. He treated Cas the same, and treaded around the topic of angels and angel mojo around Cas. Sam did the same, but it was obvious he was a bit uncomfortable with Cas’...humanness.

Cas now sat on his bed, unable to gain the strength to get up and walk out. He had only been a human for 2 months, but it had seemed like a lifetime. He had been human longer before this, but now it felt completely different for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that his brothers took his grace, maybe it was the month spent trying to get to the Winchesters. But it was something, and Cas hadn’t felt right since it happened. Even with Dean helping him and making sure he didn’t feel alone or useless, he still felt he wasn’t contributing to the team. 

“Cas? What are you doing, we’re getting ready to-” Dean shouted as he came and opened Cas’ door. He saw the ex-angel staring at the wall, unmoving, eyes dead and shoulders slumped.

“Cas…?” Dean said softly.

Unable to prevent it, a tear rolled down Castiel’s cheek, followed by another, only increasing Castiel’s feeling of weakness.

“Cas!? Are you okay?” Dean asked, dropping his weapons bag and lightly cupping Cas’ face without thinking, only wanting to calm his friend.

Uncontrollably, Castiel just started crying. Tears stream down his cheeks and he hiccupped on every other breath, almost choking on his own tears. Dean pulled the former angel close to him, his heart breaking. He’d never seen Cas cry, even when he was human before. “Just let it out, Cas.”

And Cas did, he just...he couldn’t hold it in anymore. His hatred for his dependence on Dean, his lack of powers, his inability to do anything. He hated it and himself for getting in this situation. His bright blue eyes were now clouded with emotional pain, his heart feeling like it was being squished.

Cas squeezed his eyes shut and clung to the hunter, gripping his plaid shirt like his life depended on it. He sobbed uncontrollably, placing his hand where the mark he had left on Dean was, as if he could grasp onto the tiny amount of grace there and never let go.

He missed his wings.

His wings, massive, full, beautiful. Him being the leader of his garrison, his wings were elegant and decorative. There were pitch black besides occasional tufts of silver feathers. Blue streaks branched from where the wings joined into his back to the middle of the wing. He missed them like a child would miss their favorite toy.

He loosened his grip and went limp, worn out emotionally and physically from crying. He felt lighter after his meltdown, and he felt no shame in the presence of Dean. If it had been Sam, he probably wouldn’t have been able to look him in the eye for a while.

“I-I’m sorry, D-Dean.” Cas hiccupped, still gripping Dean’s arms.

Dean lifted Cas’ head, forcing the ex-angel to look at him, and hesitantly brought their lips together.

Cas completely melted into the kiss. He pulled Dean closer by the face, savoring it. When they finally parted, Cas looked into Dean’s eyes shocked but pleased.

“I’m glad you felt safe enough to be vulnerable in front of me.” Dean said softly.

“I raised you from Hell, Dean, our bond is very profound.” Cas said before he could stop himself.

Dean laughed, then kissed Castiel again. “Are you okay?”

Cas smiled genuinely for the first time since becoming human. “I am now.”

He kissed Dean once more as Sam came into his room, wondering where the former angel and his brother were. He found them kissing and walked out immediately, smiling softly.

He knew something was going on between those two.

[profoundnet]

Profound Member Post - October 2018

Header by @pantydean and is available on merch from her redbubble store. You can use all those fancy emojis(and more!) on our Discord Server!

The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in entirety during that month.

MEMBER CONTRIBUTIONS FOR OCTOBER 2018!

Masterpost below the cut.

Darmys - @darmysasagiri​ - Darmys

Not in Kansas Anymore

Summary: Sareno Dean Winchester answers to no one. Born to a powerful House on the storm wracked mining planet Kansas, he and his brother Sam have grown up strong and independent. The only person that holds their respect is the enigmatic Bobby Smith, Master of the martial arts academy where they train.

When alien bounty hunters kidnap Bobby, Dean throws away the life he knew and sets out—with Sam and Baby—to rescue his mentor, no matter how far they have to travel through known space.

Tags:  Alternate Universe - The Highroad Trilogy, Alternate Universe - Space Opera, Past Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, Past Dean Winchester/Nick Munroe, Robot!Baby, Canon-Typical Deaths, Canon-Typical Violence, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not Involving Our Main Characters), Period-Typical Racism, Dean/Cas Big Bang Challenge 2018

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JessJesstheBest - @saywhatjessie​ - JessJesstheBest

Fucking Hollywood

Summary: 

“Okay…” he started, aware that the only way out of this conversation was through. “So I admit, I don’t know a whole lot about,” he gestured vaguely at Sam. “That. But me, personally, I have a hard time telling the difference between romantic and platonic love.” 

“So like aromanticism.” “No, what?” Dean glanced at Sam who was looking at him weirdly. “I don’t know. But one of the only ways I know how to confirm the difference is with sex.” Or the boys have a discussion about media theory and Dean learns a new word.

Tags: Fluff are!Dean, Bi!Dean (I mean obviously Dean is bi but he's actually explicitly aro in this so, Human AU, Sam's at Stanford, John is dead, Aromantic Dean Winchester, 

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waywarded - waywarded

Discoveries

Summary: Dean and Cas are in a relationship and Dean is being too considerate for Cas's liking with making sure they don't take things too fast in the bedroom. Experimentation on what turns Castiel on ensues.

Tags: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Romance, Fluff, Sexual Content, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Cute, Kissing, Making Out

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ultimatetrollcolinfirth - @ultimatetrollcolinfirth 

Destiel Art Round Up Oct 2018

Summary: A round up of my Destiel based creations, mostly for inktober. Tags: Destiel, Inktober 2018, 

Link to art piece #1, Link to art piece #2

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ultimatetrollcolinfirth - @ultimatetrollcolinfirth - LeafZelindor

Dean’s Weakness

Summary: Profound Bot prompt Challenge

Dean just saw Cas getting out of the shower. Cas is Dean's win. Sam is likely a leviathan.

In which Creature Sam figures out some important information about Dean Winchester.

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amandacanzo - amandacanzo

Sweet Surprise

Summary:  Dean is a great baker, but perhaps not the best communicator. When Dean had an embarrassing accident in his bakery (Sam’s fault), he left a lasting impression on Dr Castiel Novak, who had the pleasure of stitching up Dean’s asscheek.

When Cas comes to Dean’s bakery with Anna to order a wedding cake, Dean figures that Cas is getting married.

While Dean’s happy to have a new friend, it’s instantly clear to him he can’t keep his feelings in check. Especially when Cas is super affectionate and seems to be treating each hang out as a date.

On top of everything, Dean still has to make what he thinks is Cas’ wedding cake.

DCBB 2018

Tags: Baker Dean Winchester, Doctor Castiel, misunderstandings, angst with a happy ending, AU 

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Accompanying art by @abaddon-all-hope​

alessariel - alessariel

A Promise At Sunrise

Summary: “Dude, don’t look now, but there’s another guy wearing the same costume as you!” Charlie daintily sipped her drink while Dean nearly spat out his beer. What starts with a similar costume rapidly turns into the most amazing one-night stand Dean's ever had. Cas is funny, gorgeous, mysterious and really knows how to use his... wings. Among other things. Dean made Cas promise to stay the night and watch the sunrise with him, but he finds himself hoping that Cas will stay a lot longer than that.

Tags: Alternate Universe, Halloween, Creature Fic, Creature Castiel, Costumes, Smut, Fluff, A little bit of angst, just a tiny bit, Bottom Dean, Top Castiel, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester

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blueeyesandpie - @blueeyesandpie​

Destiel Gifset 

Summary: A gifset of key early-Cas moments that establish his loyalty/connection to Dean, set to the lyrics of Simon & Garfunkel's Kathy's Song.

Tags: dean winchester, castiel, gifsets, destiel, kathy's song, season 4, season 5

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pingnova - @pingnova​ - pingnova

Don’t Kill The Messenger

Summary: Father Castiel Novak investigates miracles for the Vatican. While it’s disheartening when they all end up fakes, he continues his relentless pursuit in the name of faith and science. After a particularly convincing case in Brazil is taken from him, he’s reassigned to a believer in New York City who’s blessed with the wounds of Christ. Except, Dean Winchester turns out to be no believer, and he and Castiel have very different ideas of what constitutes a divine gift.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Hurt Dean Winchester, Priest!Castiel, Possession, Angst, Gore, Temporary Major Character Death

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Accompanying art by SketchyDean

gouinette parle trop - @artbloggouinetteparletrop​ 

Collection of Fan Art Made Through SUPTOBERART 

Summary: MASTERPOST for the art I created during suptoberart 2018

Tags: destiel, destiel fan art, wayward sisters, suptoberart 2018, spn fanart

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MalMuses - @malmuses​ - MalMuses

Something in the Fog

Summary: Finally settling into some semblance of normalcy after Cas comes back from the Empty, Sam finds a case up in New England. In one historic town, people are losing their minds and drowning themselves in a nearby river. Sam and Dean set off alone, only to quickly call Cas to their aid when they realize that the unnerving town of Dunwich is hiding far more than your average witch or ghoul. Drawn into investigating a cult that worships a being far beyond their comprehension, Team Free Will doesn’t understand quite how much danger they are in... Fic posted for SPN Eldritch Bang.

Tags: Dub Con (Possession), Further Clairification of Dub Con Tag in the Appropriate Chapter, Cults, Canon-Typical Violence, Case Fic, Miscommunication, Eldritch Horror, Angst with a Happy Ending

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MalMuses - @malmuses​​ - MalMuses

Without A Trace

Summary: When Sam disappears during a hunt gone horribly wrong, Dean and his angel Castiel follow a trail of clues that lead them back through Sam’s past. Will Dean be able to save Sam from his history – and will Cas be able to save Dean from himself? Nothing is a simple as it seems for Dean and Cas. Luckily, they have some great friends (and unexpected allies) willing to help them through it. (WIP fic that finished posting this month.)

Tags: Canon Verse, MCD (temporary), Slow Burn, Smut, Fluff, Plot Twists, Torture, First Dates, Drowning, Kidnapping, BAMF!Cas, Gabriel is a badass, Redemption Arcs, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Hurt/Comfort, Wing Kink, Grace Sharing, Angel True Forms, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending

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MalMuses - @malmuses​​​ - MalMuses

Soup and Whiskey

Summary: “Jack, you know Dean and I, well, we’re not…” Cas spoke quietly, making an awkward, vague hand gesture. The raised eyebrow that Jack gave him came directly from Sam. Cas could see the developing bitch face and it was equal parts entertaining and alarming. “Really,” Cas confirmed. “We aren’t.” Jack put his spoon down slowly to pick up his juice. “Then you should be,” he responded easily, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. A little 14x03 coda.

Tags: 14x03 Coda, Jack ex machina, First Kiss, Fluff, Love Confessions

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saltnhalo - saltnhalo

What The Rain Brings

Summary: In which Castiel's new roommate—supposed to be an alpha, under the guidelines of the college dorms—turns out to be a) late, and b) a beautiful, sarcastic, drenched omega.

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean, Meet-Cute, True Mates, Scenting, Misunderstandings, Explicit Sexual Content, Topping from the Bottom, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Porn with Feelings

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The Sketching Fox - @sketching-fox​ 

My Little Destiel Collection

Summary: A Collection of 10 digital artworks, created during the SupToberArt /Inktober 2018, showing all posts about Destiel!  

Tags: Supernatural, Destiel, Castiel, Dean Winchester, SPNFanart, Spnart, suptober2018, suptoberart2018

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Jdragon122 - @jdragon122​ - Jdragon122

Outlast

Summary: It seemed like a normal case. It always does... Dean has never seen Castiel, the real Castiel. But he’s never really thought about it until the truth of it is thrown in his face, abruptly, and violently. A case out in the deserts of Arizona and old Native American lands uncover a long dormant evil that reemerges when the brothers and the angel stumble upon it. The evil is hungry for power and what powerful being is more tempting than an angel. With Cas suddenly ripped from the brothers, stranded in the middle of the desolate wilderness, they must find a way to save their friend. With the clock ticking and their resources dwindling, Sam and Dean must find a way to defeat the evil and save Cas — before Cas becomes twisted beyond recognition, and before the hunters become the hunted.

Tags: Canon Divergent, Canon Conpliant, Canon-Typical Violence, season/series 11, Dark, Angst, Dean Whump, Cas Whump, Sam is okay though... mostly, Male OC, female OC, Angel True Forms, Castiel (Supernatural)’s True Form, Blood and Violence, very brief scene that might be considered noncon, graphic description of corpses, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Sam, BAMF Dean, switch Castiel, switch Dean, panic attacks, Case Fic, Hurt Dean, Hurt, angst with a happy ending, temporary character death, wings, topping from the bottom,

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BinJLG - @honeyedsam - BinJLG

Holloween

Summary: Dean spirals into a deep depression after casting Michael out and ends up isolating himself. But Castiel WILL NOT let him spend his favorite holiday alone.

Tags: Destiel, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester mentioned, Jack Kline mentioned, Mary Winchester mentioned, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, Depressed Dean Winchester, Canon Divergence, Halloween, First Kiss, Depression, Mental Illness, Unreliable Narrator

SFW

Nera_Solani - @nera-solani​ - Nera_Solani

Show me your secrets and I’ll show you madness

Summary: Are you afraid of the dark? No?If you ever find a door that leads nowhere, don't go in. Four teenagers make the mistake of doing so anyway and don’t come back out. Which is how Dean, Sam and Castiel find themselves investigating a case that leads them right into an ancient Greek myth about a labyrinth housing a monster. But the monster isn't the only thing lurking in this dark place; the walls are breathing, watching, waiting… Being separated in a giant maze that isn’t attached to our reality isn’t how any of them had envisioned this case would go.

What is real? What is an illusion? Is that blood? What was that shadow? In every corner awaits a new nightmare, each one worse than the other. The three men need to save the missing teenagers and find a way out — if they can find each other, and live through the terrors the maze shows them. But none of that is easy when you’re being confronted with your worst memories and fears. Especially when you have to lose the love of your life over and over again… Well? Are you afraid of the dark? Maybe you should be.

Tags: Graphic depictions of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Injury, Post-Season/Series 13, Case Fic, Greek Mythology - Freeform, Illusions, Hallucinations, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Fluff and Angst, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Idiots in Love, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Knows, Nearly Human Castiel, Grace Sex, DCBB 2018

NSFW

grumpyphoenix - @paintmeahero - grumpyphoenix

Glutton For Punishment

Summary: Castiel is trying out everything now that he's human. When he finds Dean's porn-stash, he wants to try some of it out, but Dean won't let him. So he has to goad Dean into it.

Tags: Kinktober 2018, Not Beta Read, Edgeplay, Dacryphilia, Spanking, Sadism, Masochism, Biting, Praise Kin,k Angry Sex, Bondage, Hair-pulling, Asphyxiation, Crossdressing, Costumes, Creampie, Under-negotiated Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Jealousy, Human Castiel, Possessive Behaviour

NSFW

supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917

We Eat in Here!

Summary: Sam is really sick of walking in on Dean and Cas boning. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: Sam is scarred for life.

NSFW

supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917

Doctor Doctor, Please

Summary: Dean has a special request of Cas Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: Playing doctor.

NSFW

supernatural99117 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917

Roommate Wanted

Summary: Dean Winchester moved to Pontiac, Illinois six months ago when his girlfriend Carmen got a new job. Unfortunately for Dean, Carmen then left him for her boss, so he needs to find a roommate ASAP. Castiel Novak needs to move out of his brother’s house before his niece is born, and when he finds Dean’s ad on Craigslist, it seems like the perfect solution for both of them. So what if Dean is ridiculously gorgeous? Castiel can keep his crush under control. So what if Castiel is gay? Totally straight Dean isn’t at all affected by seeing him hook up with dudes. They’re just a couple of completely platonic roommates. Well… that’s what they think, anyway…

Written for the DeanCas Big Bang 2018 with art by @busysquirrel

NSFW

jscribbles - jscribbles

Taker of Souls

Summary: The angels have fallen. Castiel is human, Sam is recovering from the trials, and Dean doesn’t want to expose them to the world as it’s crumbling outside the bunker doors. To pass time in their solitude, Dean discovers a hidden room in the bunker full of dangerous magical artifacts and accidentally exposes his friends and family to an ancient horror. If Castiel thought adjusting to humanity was already a terror in itself, he experiences a world of pain when the ancient spirit Dean released chooses him as a vessel to fulfill its evil prophecy. Castiel begins to change as voices call out to him in the night and take the form of the one righteous man he desires, temptation drawing him to complete a ritual that will allow one of Hell’s most feared ancient entities to occupy his vessel. Before Sam, Dean, Kevin and Crowley know what is happening, they are thrown into a lockdown, unable to escape the bunker as the cruel, twisted monster inside of Castiel prowls the hallways, hunting them, thirsty for their blood, hungry for their souls.

Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Castiel/Dean, temporary major character death, Minor Character Death, Pining, Slow Burn, non-con, dub-con, Blood, Gore, Body mutilation, Self Harm, zombie-type characters, Hallucinations, Nightmares, horror-imagery, offensive language/insults, spoilers for The Witch, the boys cry, Sickness, Possession, canon-calibre discussions of religion, the evil dead 2013, Crossover, Inspired By, Smut, minor prescription drug use, Vomiting

NSFW

idjitsaviors - @idjitsaviors - Glitchedwings & Akobel - @akobel

Baby, Baby

Summary: Trench was used to sitting on lots of objects, sitting in lots of cars. Baby was used to accommodating articles of clothing (mostly of the flannel variety), and many different items. Of course, Trench was not yet used to being dragged along on celestial plots, and Baby was not yet used to that happening in her backseat. Still, weirdness was the one constant in their daily lives, so the day the trench coat and car met was like any other. By now they’ve met several times over the years, caught in the crossfires of their two owners' friendship and pining. But when Trench is forced to spend months in Baby's trunk, will they finally watch their owners find love? And can they make something of their own? A mostly canon-adjacent fic following Dean and Cas through the eyes of Baby— and the eyes of Trench, her partner in crime.

Tags: Crack treated seriously, canon compliant, mutual pining SFW

[theseadagiodays]

June 14, 2020

Stuck Together

Dresses by Gabrielle C - lemons; Evelyn K - tux; Callan R - Black Lives Matter 

For the past three months, I have so appreciated sharpening my lens towards the creative gestures that this time has inspired.  These musings began with a hunch that artists would play a significant leadership role in the resiliency that such crises require.  While confirmed, my thesis has expanded to recognize that ALL humans are fundamentally wired to be resilient.  And because innovation is a key ingredient of resiliency, people from all walks of life (professional artist or otherwise) have been seeking creative expression to tether them through these uncertain times.  

For example, take these insanely fanciful prom dresses that teenagers around the US have designed in just 48 hours, using 40 rolls of duck tape and no other materials.  I can only imagine to what extent feelings of uncertainty have been exacerbated for these high school seniors, already poised for one of the biggest leaps of their life.  With the possibility of on-campus fall enrollment at new institutions threatened, and stripped of important rituals like graduation ceremonies and grad dances, these youth have had to contend with an abundance of shattered dreams.  So, it was unexpectedly surprising to see the hope, compassion and beauty in the creations that resulted from this year’s Stuck at Prom Duck Tape Challenge.  Browsing the 100’s of jaw-dropping entries on the contest’s website (https://www.duckbrand.com/stuck-at-prom/2020-gallery), there was not a single Covid Sucks, self-pitying design in the bunch.  Instead, you can find tributes to essential workers and Black Lives Matter, mottos of solidarity, and an artful nod to “making lemonade.”  Knowing that our future is in the hands of these thoughtful young people is perhaps the most encouraged I’ve felt during this entire pandemic.

Dress by Peyton M - frontline workers 

June 15, 2020

Covid Commissions

Various WPA Virtual Commissions - see link below

Physical distancing and other economic challenges, resulting from the coronavirus, have taken a huge toll on artists’ livelihood.   Currently, many existing arts grants have been either cut or postponed, in order for governments to reallocate funding towards critical services like health care, transportation and housing.  And while I believe that the arts are as critical as breathing, full-well contributing to our physiological, psychological and self-actualizing needs, they still fall pretty far down most people’s interpretation of Maslow’s hierarchy.

Thankfully, there have been numerous emergency relief funds available to pick up the financial slack for artists.  So, these have provided much needed temporary help to cover living expenses.   But they haven’t necessarily supported the creation of new work.  Fortunately though, some institutions have recognized the essentiality of the arts by putting them front and centre of their funding priorities.   One such organization is the Guggenheim, whose board and donors contributed $150,000 to their Works & Process Virtual Commissioning fund which supported performing artists from a variety of mediums to create up to 5-minute video pieces from home.  Like Cooped, a project I referenced on June 4th, all of the resulting works can be viewed here:

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLJ08rQmWB63RFC3avQF-nDsneUXLrUd4X

As I mentioned earlier, we dabbled in a little commissioning ourselves, during quarantine. And here is the promised finished product by Natalie Warkentin (@morningmusings), the very talented artist of Bloom: A beautiful process of becoming.   Her playful, vibrant piece has made a world of difference to our daily joy, with the inordinant amount of time that we usual out-and-abouters have been spending at home!  And we were also thrilled to learn that it has, indirectly, already led to a second commission for her.

June 16, 2020

Piano Play

In surveying my peers, I’ve noticed that this has been a time for reconnecting with long-lost friends.  As some of these old relationships have resurfaced for me, one of my favorite “icebreakers” has been to ask what new pursuits they’ve enjoyed during this period.  For many, it’s been sourdough starters; others gardening; and some, learning French.  But I’ve also found that many adults are taking up instruments, which makes me extremely happy.  I can’t tell you how many times, throughout my career, after mentioning to a stranger, on a plane or elsewhere, that I was a flutist, they replied “Oh, I wish I played an instrument,” ... almost as if they were already dead.   My habitual response is always to encourage adult music-making, and it’s one of the reasons that the majority of our non-profits’ arts programs target adult populations.  While I fully support early childhood musical and artistic development, I don’t think these opportunities are nearly as lacking as those for “big kids”.  One of my friends, in an effort to brush up on her Grade 4 childhood piano skills, recently asked if I could recommend some playable, accessible pieces in a variety of genres (from film scores to pop to classical).  Since keyboard or piano seems to be the most common new instrument for people to learn later in life (with perhaps only ukulele as a close second), I thought it would be fun to post the list that I shared with her.  Each of the scores, below, is available online, for free or purchasable download, and generally requires the player to use only one finger, in either hand, at the same time.    For a final extra tip: Musescore.com has a 30-day free trial, during which you can download to your heart’s delight!

Regina Spektor The Call (from Chronicles of Narnia)

Sufjan Stevens Mystery of Love (from Call Me By Your Name)

Erik Satie Gymnopedie #1-3, & Le Tango Perpetual

Arvo Part Fur Alina

Olafur Arnalds Tomorrow’s Song

Thomas Neumann Theme from American Beauty

Yann Tiersen Valse d’Amelie

Icelandic pianist, singer/songwriter, Olafur Arnalds

June 17, 2020

Cause and Effect

I love the music of language.  Perhaps it’s why my transition from flutist to writer has felt so natural.  I rarely remember the lyrics to songs, instead hearing the syllables as a collection of phonetic melodies.  I also experience sounds somewhat synaesthetically (synaesthesia being the neurological condition where certain senses, which are not normally connected, join or merge together.  Like certain alphabetic letters being associated with certain tastes, or particular smells being connected to sounds).  For me, musical sonorities have always been strongly linked to specific colors or shapes.  And the geometry of certain words have very distinct and often pleasurable textures when they bounce around my mouth.  Perhaps my favorite example of this is the Buddhist word for the “interconnectedness of all things”: Pratītyasamutpāda. More clearly defined, this term refers to dependent origination, or dependent arising, a Buddhist philosophy which states that all phenomena arise in dependence upon other phenomena.  Simply put, it’s the law of cause and effect.  The far-reaching global butterfly effect of Covid has made all of us keenly aware of this law.  Like never before, we are now considering the consequences of our actions in a myriad of ways: like whether or not to touch a pedestrian crossing button with our hands, scratch our nose when it itches, or hug an aging parent.  So, while the threat of this virus has had huge negative repercussions for many people’s physical and mental health, I can not deny that there is also a positive way in which it has reminded us of our interconnectedness.  Of course, it’s a horrific shame that it took a deadly pandemic to wake us up to they symbiotic nature of all things.   And, for my generation and those younger than me, (particularly in North America and other cultures who have not experienced war or famine or a health epidemic, first-hand, for more than half a century), it may only be global warming that has demanded we truly consider how our behavior impacts the people and environment around us.  However, even the impact of that seems too large and slow for most to fully fathom.  It’s why we still drive like fiends, strangle turtles with our plastics, and fly to Hawaii for weekend getaways (and, of this sin, I shamefully confess I’m guilty too!).  

So, we clearly need all of the reminders we can get, which makes this recent contest I learned about all the more fitting.  There is perhaps no one who has more artfully or playfully illustrated the nature of phenomenological cause and effect than Rube Goldberg.  Maybe you have seen his machines that combine cuckoo clocks, toy rockets, ping pong balls and string in elaborate chains of events that result in a single action.  The band OK Go is famous for music videos crafted around such devices.  And here, you can check out an absolutely brilliant one of theirs, with a message that we all need to hear right now, This Too Shall Pass: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qybUFnY7Y8w

Everyday folks have also been trying their hand at making such contraptions, for the sole honor of being named winner of the recent Rube Goldberg Soap Challenge.  And you’ll be amazed at what this Toronto family devised to earn the crown: https://www.cbc.ca/radio/asithappens/as-it-happens-tuesday-edition-1.5604697/toronto-family-thrilled-and-a-little-bit-surprised-to-win-rube-goldberg-challenge-1.5604698

June 18, 2020

Sensibility

My Uncle Len, a playwright and educator who has engaged in community arts throughout his career, has been a constant muse for me.  But more than professional expertise, it has been his sensibilities that have served as my true inspiration.  Len defines sensibility as “how we see, what we focus on, affirm and move towards in life.” He is so convinced it is the subject most necessary to study, at this time, that he has written a book about it - his life manifesto, if you will.

Len is simply one of my favorite people on earth.  It’s hard not to adore a guy who decorates his exquisite garden with found objects, runs each of his theatre pieces as benefits for various charities, and tries paddleboarding for the first time at 85.  This is right in keeping with the sensibilities he holds to be most critical in life, “beauty, fairness, and playfulness.”  And while he’s worked on this piece for years, its message could not be more well-timed.  Because, to use his words, imagine how effectively we could deal with pandemics, police brutality, and global warming, “if only everyone was rooting for everyone.”

Len’s Einstein likeness is not lost on anyone.  And he has made him (and his physicist pal, Niels Bohr) the subject of many of his theatre pieces, not because of their scientific prowess but because they are prime models of “beauty, fairness, and playfulness” themselves.  

Like Len’s inspirations, Einstein and Niels Bohr, he possesses the rare ability to find unified principles in seemingly disparate things.  In Sensibility, a child’s wonder for a butterfly is illustrated to be as important an ingredient for the welfare of humanity as the thoughtfulness these giants’ exercised, advising on the development of the atomic bomb.  Through Len’s unique lens, the reader understands fairness from the perspective of a fifth grader dealing with bullying to a physicist harboring Jews in World War II.  We see the critical need for playfulness in everything from driving a junk truck to making a theatre piece.  And now, just as the specter of a dangerous virus is re-awakening our sensibilities to affect social change with unprecedented speed, this book is a perfect tale for the times.  It concludes with the prescient and hopeful story of 1,500 activists, linked hand-in-hand at the Encirclement of Rocky Flats, while they protest a nuclear plant in 1983, ultimately resulting in its shut down.  This exquisite, slender volume is packed with instructions on how to live a compassionate and fertile life.  And the beautiful equation it proposes is: Essential life skills = Mastering a Childlike Quality squared (E=mc2).  

Just released on Amazon, it is now available here:

https://www.amazon.com/Sensibility-Children-Albert-Einstein-Niels/dp/B088B59P9Z/ref=sr_1_6?dchild=1&keywords=sensibility&qid=1591823421&s=books&sr=1-6

June 19, 2020

Comfort with Impermanence

Historically, humans have gone to preposterous lengths to deny and defy their impermanence.  From Egyptian mummies, to cryogenic freezing, to time capsules left for future or alien populations to learn of our legacy.  One such preservationist effort was the Voyager Golden Record - a 12-inch gold-plated copper disk curated by Carl Sagan, and sent to space with the 1979 launch, to portray the diversity of life and culture on Earth to whomever might find it.  In addition to photos of athletes, mathematical formulas, and mothers with child, are recordings of birdsong, speech in 50+ languages, Bach, Chuck Berry, Indigenous songs and Indian ragas.  To judge, for yourself, the accuracy of this audio/visual snapshot of human worth, you can listen to the full playlist here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL4D51474AB7BE5595

Despite these attempts to ameliorate our fears about our own mortality, our anxiety persists.  And now, in these particularly uncertain times, with viral stats, regulations and restrictions changing on a daily basis, more than ever, we need tools to help us become more comfortable with impermanence.  

For me, mindfulness meditation is the most expedient way to come to terms with the fundamental truth that all states of being are fleeting and everything is in constant flux.  As we become the Watcher rather than the Doer, we observe that our thoughts and feelings are as fleeting as the phenomena around us.  And simply recognizing and accepting this can actually bring great comfort.   Poet Mary Oliver understood this well, as she describes evocatively in her poem, In Blackwater Woods.

Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders of the ponds, and every pond, no matter what its name is, is nameless now. Every year everything I have ever learned in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side is salvation, whose meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.

And so, too, I think it is time to let this blog go.  At least for now.  It feels, in its own way, like a time capsule of a very potent moment in our lives.  And, as that, this infintissimal drop in the bucket of human thought feels complete.  So, while it can seem frightening to be reminded of the speck in the universe that human history truly is, I actually take great solace from understanding our smallness.  On this note, I will return to the same text that consoled me early in lock down.  I also shared this with my dear Uncle Len, whose 87th birthday just happens to be today.  As all people his age, his life has been particularly disrupted by this virus.  But as someone who appreciates physics from the persective of the beautiful dance we all do with each other and the cosmos, he received these words with particular gratitude.   It is a passage from Maria Popova’s March 18th Brainspickings newsletter, published just one day after the world shut down:  

“Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.  Elsewhere in the universe, a star manyfold the mass of our third-rate sun is living out its final moments in a wild spin before collapsing into a black hole, its exhale bending spacetime itself into a well of nothingness that can swallow every atom that ever touched us and every datum we ever produced, every poem and statue and symphony we’ve ever known - an entropic spectacle insentient to questions of blame and mercy - devoid of why...The atoms that huddled for a cosmic blink around the shadow of self will return to the seas that made us.  What will survive of us are shoreless seeds and stardust.”  

This final entry is my 64th, a number that has been my favorite since I was a small girl, for its symmetric beauty (8 squared, 4 to the 3rd,  2 to the 5th).  Interestingly, this powerful number is also frequently referenced in spiritual texts and throughout pop culture (the number of generations from Adam to Jesus; the number of “tantras” in Hinduism, the number of squares on a chess board, the number of crayons in the popular Crayola pack, and the number of Hexagons in the I-Ching).  The meaning of Hexagon 64 is “unfinished business.”  Therefore, the story, of course, will go on.  Whatever windswept seedling will take root next, however, I do not yet know...

64th Hexagon combination in the I-Ching

[rowanismybae]

Happy Bday Pri!!!

My wife @deathbytitanium it’s getting older today and I’m so freaking happy to be a part of her life! It’s amazing how close we got in such short time, but I’m really happy I got to know her because now I can’t imagine a day in my life without her. Even though we live in different countries, our lives now are linked and that makes me feel blessed beyond measure.

I wish you a very happy birthday my babe, and may your life be filled with joy, success, love and may your dreams come true. And I only pray to God that he may take special care of you while I can’t! 

Since I couldn’t send you a gift ‘cause I’m poor, I wrote you something... A Nesian fic, because I know you love them. So, I hope this works as your gift until I can give you a proper one. (Keeping in mind that here it’s already midnight, so to me, you are already older)

The fanfic starts under the cut. Love ya, my girl!

Nesta hates birthday parties. Especially hers. But, since she and Feyre are trying really hard to bond over the past year, she decided to let her baby sister throw her a party in celebration of her 24th birthday.

The house was decorated in a pool party theme and only Nesta’s closest friends and Feyre’s new family were present. It looked beautiful and Elain helped with the decoration and the flowers. They ordered food and drinks and the party could be easily a huge thing, but for her sake, they kept a low profile. She liked things that were less crowded and more intimate.

The day was amazing, she had to give her sisters that. She had fun with her friends and the food was so good she wanted to die. Even Cassian, the stupid prick, was behaving. He said it was her birthday gift. And she almost missed their bickering. Almost.

The night fell way too quickly. Her friends said their goodbyes and she stayed with her other friends, the ones that were starting to make her feel at home. It was strange, but it was true.

Mor, the ever excited ball of joy, told her to open the gifts and, rolling her eyes, she obliged, but not before rolling her eyes. She wanted to see what people have got her, but she didn’t want attention while doing it. But she opened them with the others around her.

She started with the ones from her friends. A coat, three books and a dress that was kinda out of her comfort zone, but she liked anyway. Then she opened Mor’s first. They didn’t have the most friendly relationship but they were both trying, for Feyre’s sake. The package was black and gold and when she opened it, she felt her cheeks blush furiously.

“Show it to everyone, Nesta…” Mor said with a smirk. Damn her.

Reluctantly, she pulled out the most indecent and gorgeous set of black lingerie that she had ever seen. It made the guys whistled and the ladies woo and she couldn’t be more embarrassed. She glared the blond that just shrugged and said with the smirk still on her lips:

“Every girl needs a set of sexy lingerie, Nesta. It was time for you to have yours.”

Nesta wanted to punch and thank her at the same time. And she felt one set of eyes burning her skin more than the others. Of course, it had to be Cassian.

“What?” she asked and he shrugged.

“It’s a beautiful lingerie…” he said nonchalantly.

She rolled her eyes and Elain handed her and Azriel’s gift. It was a beautiful pair of nude stilettos that made her jaw drop.

“It’ll go well with the lingerie…” Elain said and giggled. Nesta was so surprised that she burst into laughter and the others joined her, making her sister blush furiously. Azriel placed a soft kiss on her temple and said something that made her expression switch from embarrassment to mischief. Nesta thanked both and moved on.

Feyre and Rhys’s gift was a gorgeous black long cocktail dress with a slit that went up to her thigh and a discreet cleavage and some golden embroidered on it.   She looked around and noticed that everything matched…

“Did you guys planned on giving this a set?” they nodded. Of course, they had. “Why?”

“Oh, nothing special… just if maybe someday you have a nice event to attend to, you already have the perfect set…” Feyre said shrugging.

“You’re all insane. But thanks, guys…” Nesta said.

“Hey, what about mine? I need to give you my contribution to this wonderful set of gala dress up.” Cassian said and handed her a black velvet box square and she already knew it was a jewel.

“You said that your gift was that you weren’t going to annoy me today, Cassian.”

He smiled. “I just omit the fact that it wasn’t the only gift.” She rolled her eyes but took the box from his hand muttering thanks.

It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was a choker made of black diamonds and a small tear drop shaped ruby in the center.

“Cassian, this must have cost a fortune!!!” She whispered, her eyes were wide and she was… speechless.

He had the audacity to shrug. “It was nothing.” she was about to protest when he added “plus it’ll look amazing with the dress… and the lingerie.” he winked and she was still having trouble understanding why did he spend so much money on a gift that she didn’t even have a place to wear. The other gifts were also expensive, but except for Mor, the others had shared the gifts. He didn’t. And his was the most expensive of the bunch.

She was touching the necklace with her fingers and when she looked at him, he had another gift in his lap. She gasped and shook her head vigorously. “Tell me that’s not another gift Cassian Starlight!”

“It’s a book!” He said defensively.

“I can take the book, but not the necklace. It’s too much,” she stated and he handed her the book.

When she opened the wrapping, she whimpered. It was a ‘Beauty and the Beast’ in French written by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve in 1740, the story was the original one, but the publication was an older one since the first editions had collections of other tales combined. When she went through the pages she saw that it was one of the earlier editions, near the 1890s; it still had an inscription from a father to his daughter. She looked at him and he had an intense look in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips.

“Cassian, how-?” she wasn’t able to form words anymore.

He shrugged. “ I remembered that you cried your eyes out when we watched the movie and I noticed you knew basically every line. A few questions here and there and I confirmed that it was your favorite fairy tale. And I looked for the original book and I’ll admit, it took time, but for the look on your face, it was worth it.” he smiled.

She heard Feyre usher everyone else out of the room leaving the two of them. She never stopped looking at him, he was calm and happy with himself.

When they all left, she looked back at the book in her hands and a tear slipped from her eyes. She was so… damn, that was more important to her than every other gift she received. Ever.

“Look, if you don’t like it I can take it back or change for something else... I really wished you could take them both, but if I screwed things up then I’ll -”

She took his face between her hands and kissed him. At first, he was too shocked to move but then his hands went for her waist tugging her closer to him like she was the most precious thing on earth. She would never say anything, but she wanted to do that quite some time and now that it happened, she felt at home.

When he broke the kiss he had the most stupid grin on his face; it was also the most beautiful one she ever saw him share.

“I’ll take that as a sign that you like the gifts…” he said with his husky voice. She chuckled and pecked his lips once more.

“I loved it, Cass, it was the most beautiful and thoughtful thing someone has ever done for me.” She said with a smile dancing on her lips.

“I - uh - I also wanna ask you something…” she looked at him and waited. “There’s the Company gala in two weeks and I’d love you to be my plus one…” he was playing with a strand of her hair.

“That’s why you all decided to buy me fancy things?” She asked and chuckled when he shrugged. “Okay. I’d love to be your plus one.” His face lit up and she smiled seductively. “And maybe, if you behave, you’ll get to see me wearing the nothing but the choker, heels, and lingerie by the end of the night…”

His throat bobbed and she leaned forward and bit his lower lip and pulled; he groaned and she giggled. Yes, Nesta Archeron giggled. After letting go of his sinful lip, she stood up and offered a hand to ease him up. He arched a brow.

“Let’s go enjoy the pool with the others, it sounds like they’re having fun...”

“Uh, you go ahead… I need to… you know…” he looked at his waist before looking at her and she noticed the effect she had on him and laughed. “After I cool down, I’ll be right there.”

She shook her head and tugged his arm. “Nope. It’s dark and no one will see it. And if they do, so what? I like to be the reason for… that.” She looked pointedly at the bulge in his shorts.

He laughed and they went party with the others.

Definitely the best birthday of her life.

[dmnqwsly]

“I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.“ — Donna Tartt 

MEDALION RAHIMI? No, that’s actually DOMINIQUE WEASLEY from the NEXT GENERATION ERA. You know, the ( ADOPTED ) child of FLEUR DELACOUR and BILL WEASLEY? Only 21 years old, this HUFFLEPUFF alumni works as a TINKERER FOR WEASLEY'S WIZARDING WHEEZES & COMEDIAN and is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. SHE identifies as CIS-FEMALE and is a HALFBLOOD who is known to be DEPENDENT, RECKLESS, and SENSITIVE but also LOYAL, LOVING, and GENUINE.

NAME: Dominique Gabrielle Weasley. NICKNAMES: Dom, D-Money, Dominique the Dominator, Nic.   AGE/D.O.B./SIGN: 21 / Second of April / Aries BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood FORMER HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis-Female, She/Her. SEXUALITY: Pansexual Demiromantic Polyamorus. Can be monogamous. OCCUPATION: Comedian, part time worker at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Dom never really did well in school seeing as she was always either pulling dumb stunts that could’ve gotten her killed, or mouthing off and getting into fights to other students during class who dare insulted her family. She was always tinkering with some new ideas/inventions and her only true ambition for the rest of her life was to work at WWW, which she was perfectly content with. But more importantly, soon she realized she always found some way to make people laugh. So she ran with it. She is actually quite funny, but often times she feels as if she gets gigs because of her family’s name and who she’s related to — so sometimes she travels to open mic nights in Muggle London. She’s tried going by multiple alias’ but since she’s proud being a Weasley, she’s stopped trying.

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

Loyal: “You take care of everyone, my love, but who is taking care of you?” & “I like messy people; people who don’t fit in a box or stay between the lines, but who’s integrity is greater than any rule book and who’s loyalty is stronger than blood.” You will never have a friend or family member more loyal than Dominique Gabrielle Weasley Never. Sorted into Hufflepuff due to this trait ( and due the fact that she wanted to be near the kitchens ), Dom would die for you, she’d kill for you ( though she’d rather not but if it came down to it, she would ), but most importantly — she’d always be by your side. Growing up, she’d always try to get to know each and every family member and do something they loved. She never wanted any of them to feel like they were unloved, which translated into all of the friendships she had. Despite the fact that being part of her family feels as if there is a weight on her shoulders that may indeed break her back, her family means e v e r y t h i n g to her, the people she loves mean everything to her, and she makes sure they know it and proves it to them in some way — even at the sake of her own health or sanity.

Reckless: “I could never bear the idea of anyone expecting anything from me. It always made me just want to do the opposite.” & “Maybe you need to feel you’re falling, falling, falling into the abyss, in order to dare spread your wings.” Often times in school, Dominique has done stunts that could’ve easily compromised her life. People would think she did this for attention but the fact of the matter was and still is, Dom does them because she has the need to test herself. To test how far she can go, and not at all for attention. It gave her a weird, strange sense of accomplishment each time she didn’t die. She loves testing herself to the limits, because it’s one of the only things she felt she had control of to test herself in: herself and her body. At times she has gotten actually hurt, almost drowning in the Black Lake her fifth year and more recently almost getting alcohol poisoning — having to get her stomach pumped — which contributes to the idea that people think she does it for attention. Truly, she doesn’t, she just loves to test herself, though it goes deeper than that. Often teenagers, young adults feel as if they are indestructible and Dominique never really felt so. She felt always so breakable, always watched and was compared to her other family members for the great things they did. It helps her prove to herself that while she’ll never be a hero, she is in some way indestructible. That she’s worthy of being the daughter of Fleur Delacour & Bill Weasley, and often likes the confidence it gives her.

Low Self Worth: “And you make jokes because you’re afraid to take anything seriously. Because if you take things seriously, they matter.“ Though she’d deny it in a heartbeat, Dom has low self worth. Don’t confuse this with low self-esteem ( though this may also be true as well, still she’d deny it ), but she feels as if she is an expendable part of the Delacour-Weasley-Potter ( DelaWotter ) clan -- even though she had no basis for this feeling. There are so many people in the joint families, including the few god-siblings, her death, her dying, she feels as if would hardly make a dent. She’s really always been a major disappointment of sorts — and she knows it ( though they love her all the same, she feels like she’s disappointed them all ).  All the expectations placed upon her shoulders, she threw out the window like the joints at her house she wasn’t supposed to be smoking, and while she acts like it doesn’t bother her — it does. Still, Dominique will be Dominique, and logically she knows that ever living up to who her parents are, who her uncles & aunts are, would never happen — it’s not like there’s a war where she could prove herself in ( at least, there wasn’t ) not that she’d ever want to be a hero — but sometimes she just looks around herself at family gatherings and thinks they’d be better off without their disappointment of a child. Because really, Dom is brilliant in her own way, but she’d never apply herself truly, why start now?

Loud: "Well behaved women rarely make history.” & “ You’re only given one spark of madness, you mustn’t lose it.” Dom will be Dom, which includes her loud mouth. Dominique has never been one to hide her opinions as well as lower her voice. The type of girl you definitely hear before you see, Dom is loud. Boisterous and loud. With Dominique’s loudness, also comes her lack of a proper filter. In fact, Dom usually speaks before she thinks. You always know where you stand with Dominique, which may be a plus to this. Though, the things that are most important to her are the ones she thinks about and rarely shares. You’d think a girl so loud would have expressed her feelings about how she feels about herself, but she never has, unless it’s in one of her comedy routines or sketches. With this loudness, comes unfailing sass, often always having a quip or two in her pocket to use on anyone.

Self-Depreciating: “I’m just being self-depreciating for the sake of my own masochistic amusement.” Making fun of herself and her family, but mostly fun of herself has helped her make a living. In school. it was also her shield to any bullying, rudeness and the like. When she did so, she saw how it made people laugh, so she thought to herself, why wouldn’t it now? The more people laugh at her self-depreciative jokes, the more it confirms what she already believes about herself and attributes to her low self-worth. To her, all jokes hold truth, which is why they’re so funny in the first place, and the ones about her are no exception.

Blunt: “She’s mad but she’s magic, there’s no lie in her fire.” Like it was mentioned above, you always know where you stand with Dom and as well as mentioned she doesn’t have a real filter. In her comedy, practically no one ( friend, family, foe, even the Wizarding World ) is safe, and if you ask her for an opinion she’ll usually just give it. Unapologetically, Dominique shares her opinions and in her comedy bits makes fun of the world around her, as well as the people around her, not in a malicious way — just because her filter is so lacking in that respect, she can’t help but say what she does. Dom lives by the philosophy of “if you wouldn’t say it to their face, don’t say it at all” and with the tenacity she has, she easily lives by it.

Sensitive: “I give a fuck. I give lots of fucks actually. I’m a prostitute of feelings.” Deep down, R Dominique is a sensitive soul, but masks this with the rest of her personality. She’s not sensitive in the way that she feels everything but in the way that the little comments people make stay with her, and wound her deeply. The little comments have shaped her, things said even in passing that others have probably long forgotten. It’s easy to forget though, with the bad habits and vices she has, Dom tries to escape them all. No matter how many times Dom will swear up and down that she doesn’t care, there’s a part of her that does care, very very much.

Additional Traits: Loving, Impulsive, Humorous, Clumsy ( Dominique is clumsy in the way Peter Parker is, pre-Spider bite. Though, she’s definitely not as uncoordinated, if she isn’t trying to be coordinated she’ll easily stub her toes on things, trip over herself, just normal dumbass things. If she is trying, the three areas she really tries in are: food related things, pick up Quidditch — even then she just likes wacking the bludgers around at people — and when she does her “gonna get laid dance” in clubs. Even then, she sometimes fucks it up and doesn’t always have the right music. Added fact: that song is one of her favorite songs and she actually enjoyed the US version of Skins. )  Genuine, Gluttonous ( when it comes to food ).

“I myself am entirely made of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”

Basics

Style: “A flannel a day keeps the healers, doctors and fuckoffs away.“ Flannels are her staple. If anyone was ever stuck on what to get her for Christmas or her birthday, all they’d have to get her is a flannel t-shirt. She’s never been the type of girl to need much, really, as long as she has clean underwear ( of course a few lacy thongs as well ), a good bra, and some sort of form of pants, a snack, she’s fine to go. Her favorite type of shoes to wear are anything slip on. Whether they be muggle Uggs, flip flops, anything that can get her out of the house quickly, unless she’s lazing around all day, she’ll wear special foot slippers which massage her feet. Her style is definitely something she needs to work on, though she just really likes comfortability and doesn’t really care what other people think about how she looks. As long as she likes it and is comfortable, she’s good. Dom also will steal other members of her family’s clothes, letting them know she did, after the fact, unless she weaseled the clothes out of them, asking nicely and promising they’ll come back in good health. It’s a gamble if they do or don’t, really.  

Bad Habits:

Burning things. Dom firmly believes that burning things can be a cleansing, badass, and empowering experience and things that are no longer needed or give her “bad juju” should be burned.

Putting an excess of peanut butter and cream cheese on any of her bread,even fancy schmancy bread. Her favorite bread is challah bread but she’ll still ruin any sort of bread with it.  

Practically binging on food then not eating for the rest of the day, sometimes day and a half or always eating. With Dominique, when it comes to food, her habits are nothing normal, but because she’s never really had to the food shopping before, she’s extremely forgetful when it comes to actually buying it. This will often times make her buy a ton of food in the hopes of being able to spread it apart of a number of days, but will end up eating it all in less than two days. She’s also prone to ordering take out.

Painting her nails then ripping off the polish right after it’s dry. Not only is it a waste of Lily’s nail polish, it’s really bad for her finger nails and makes it impossible for her to get a manicure.

Indulgences:

Flannels and pot. Dom had only dared try anything heavier than pot only a few times and decided it wasn’t for her. Still, she really does enjoy smoking weed, seeing as it has sometimes helped her come up with her best tinkering ideas for WWW and comedic ideas for her shows. Relaxing at school as well when she was at school.

She doesn’t like spending money on alcohol really seeing as it’s more expensive most of the time, and will barely do so, going to bars and letting people hit on her, then taking the drink and showing them how obnoxious she can really be. But, if she had an indulgence when it came to alcohol, it would be raspberry Vodka.

As a self proclaimed ‘foodie’, Dom loves splurging and going to new up and coming restaurants and taking pictures of the food. I headcanon that this is a thing she does especially to take her parents out to eat, as she spoiling them & also justifying her want to eat out.

Dominique also likes buying things for her family or friends, no matter what the occasion is even if there isn’t. If she sees something just walking down the street that she thinks or knows one of her family members or friends would like or need, she doesn’t think twice in buying it. It’s really not her trying to bribe them, or buy their love, she just really likes the feeling of giving things to them because they’re her world.

Hobbies:

Dance Dance Revolution, something she’s tried to get her grandpa Arthur to play in the past and could play all day and night. Something she’s tried to get everyone in her family to play.

Reading poetry by Maya Angelou, a secret pleasure she likes, poetry in general. But seeing as Dom has never been the intellectual type or at least never come off as so, she keeps this hobby relatively hidden. Dom knows her place, she knows how other people perceive her, and knows they might probably poke fun at it. Fleur showed her the literature when she was younger in an effort to help Dom learn to read. Seeing as Dom is dyslexic, reading regular texts never appealed to her, long and daunting paragraphs feeling like running a marathon but her mother was determined to get her to read. Maya Angelou’s works were what got through to Dominique helping her actually try at reading, and she’s kept the same book her mother gave her on her 11th birthday before she left for Hogwarts. Of course once she got to Hogwarts, there were accommodations for her dyslexia, but she’s kept the book ever since.

Pick up Quidditch, when Dom was in school, she got on the team in her fourth year as a Beater but was thrown off the team because she’d constantly forget to go to practices or not care enough to go. Truthfully, she didn’t like the level of competition, and knew that she’d never be as good as some of the people in her family so she quit while she was ahead. 

Though, her favorite one by far is talking to each and every one of her family members, catching up with them, doing things with them, anything.Whether it’s stopping by their work, their house, absolutely anything. She wants to make them all feel special in some way, wants to make them feel loved because of the fact that she doesn’t always feel that way. This didn’t stem from being adopted, not being part Veela or even comparing herself to her family members, Dominique just seems to have an inferiroity complex because of all the ideas she has about what her family MUST think ( even though they don’t ) about her and her actions. About what their name meant and her lack of ability to properly measure up. Though none of her family members have ever given her reason to feel this way, she does, so to combat this feeling that makes her guilty she spends as much time with them proving herself & her worries wrong. 

Character inspiration:

Quote: “I am fucking insane, but my intensions are good and my heart is pure.”

Song: Bravado by Lorde

‘I’m faking glory Lick my lips toss my hair And send a smile over And the stories brand new But I can take it from here I’ll find my own bravado.’

Inspirations: — Nick Miller from New Girl — Olive Pendergast from Easy A — Lexie Grey from Grey’s Anatomy — Ninth Doctor from Doctor Who ( “Doctor! What are you? Coward or killer?” “Coward, any day.” ) — Liz Lemon from 30 Rock — Donna Noble from Doctor Who — Terry Jeffords from Brooklyn Nine-Nine — Sawyer from LOST — Andy Dwyer from Parks and Recreation — Mindy Lahiri from the Mindy Project — Grace Helbig ( the Youtuber ) — Chelsea from The Awkward Moment — Nathan Young from Misfits — Viola Hastings from She’s The Man — Patrick from Perks of Being a Wallflower ( the movie ) also [ x ]

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yooo glad to hear you're feelin' better and ready to accept requests again ^-^ So could I request how Sombra, Reaper, and Widowmaker would do if a young child was brought into Talon, either because they have exceptional combat or tech related skills Talon wants to exploit or they're being held there as a long term hostage to ensure someone's cooperation? Like how would they interact with the kid, if at all? (sorry if the asks a bit long ;-;)

An agent picks the child up fromkindergarten, but it’s Widowmaker who sits in the back of the car,a small handgun cradled in her hands that the girl eyes bothfrightened and awed.

“Do you work for my mama?” she asksas she fastens her seatbelt as if she’s being picked up by randommen in black suits every day. The words stranger danger evidentlymean nothing to her.

“It is more accurate to say that yourmother works for us.” Widowmaker says. At least now she will, sheadds silently. The agent lets the autopilot drive and while the carpulls out of the school’s parking lot together with half a dozen ofother parents with their children, he turns around and waves hisphone.

“Lets take a photo so your mommywon’t worry, alright?” he suggests and whatever else the childmay be, camera shy she is not. She makes faces at the camera, makesthe agent snap picture after picture, usually with Widowmakersomewhere in the background although at least once she sits on herlap and pretends to brush her hair.

“You could braid it,” the girl saysand Widowmaker, whose patience for people who are not targets or herhandlers runs low at the best of times, yanks her hair out of thechild’s grasp.

“I don’t want to braid it.” shesays and hopes that is the last of it.

Amélie and Gérard thought abouthaving kids but never acted on the impulse. Her career was tootime-consuming, his work too dangerous to make child rearing arealistic option. And though she used to make the occasionalappearance before young ballet students her contact with children hasbeen minimal. Thus she had no idea about young children’s lack oflong-term memory.

“You could braid it.” the child,Widowmaker doesn’t bother to memorise her name, says. It’s been alittle over two weeks and the times the girl suggested braiding herhair ranks in the dozen. It’s hard to believe she really doesn’tremember, but that’s how she asks, with the same enthusiasm as ifshe just figured out the potential of tying hair together inappealing patterns.

Once again she pulls her hair out ofreach and hopes the child’s lips wobbling won’t mean it will cryand make a scene.

“I already told you, I do not want tobraid it.”

As if she hasn’t heard the childcontinues, merrily ignoring her lunch that might keep her mouth shutfor a few minutes.

“It’d look really nice with bows init. Down here,” she holds the tips of her hair. “And here, here,here, here,-”“Yes, I get it.” Widowmaker glares at Reaperwho hasn’t laughed but is also very pointedly not laughing. Insteadof helping her deal with this persistent little menace he puts aglass of orange juice in front of the same and goes back to readingthrough the mission data for his next op. It’s his first contactwith the child, not living on base as she does, so he couldn’tpossibly know how annoying the little pest is. She’s supposed tostay in her room at all times, but instead of having her food broughtto her she gets to sit at the kitchen table and count the long longlist of hair accessories she owns.

“And a tie that has three bobbles onit, and another tie that has one big bobble on it, and a clip thatlooks like a fish.”

She stops to breathe and Reaper, thebastard, uses that pause to ask, innocent as can be: “Oh? Whatcolour is the fish?”

“Don’t encourage her.” Widowmakerhisses, but it’s too late, and for the next twenty minutes she hasto listen to the painfully dull conversation only a five year old canlead, about what colour her fish is and the many many differentcolours in which fishes come. Reaper nods and contributes to theconversation, because he gets to leave and kill things soon, whileshe’s stuck here, having to listen to this nonsense all day, everyday. Whatever project Talon needs that child’s mother for, sheprays it ends soon and they can all rid themselves of her.

While Reaper is off somewherereenacting slasher films, Widowmaker gets her first reprieve from thechild that insists on following her around wherever she goes.

“They called me in to work on the newsoftware,” Sombra says, patting the child on the head in a gestureas condescending as it is inattentive. “Heard you have a fan.”

“I’m the fan.” The child saysproudly and receives another pat for it. Widowmaker groans and wishesTalon had a job, any job for her to escape this little monster.

“You will not be so smug once she’sfollowed you around for an entire day wherever you go,” she saysand emphasises, with a glare at the child, “Wherever you go.”

All she gets for her efforts is a widesmile, but at least Sombra provides a little distraction and givesher the first time in weeks off to herself. She’s looking forwardto living up to her name again, to being called her name again,unlike the child who somehow figured out she used to be called Amélieand wouldn’t use anything else to address her. She’s not Amélie,especially not to a snotty brat who has more hairclips than brains.

Sombra, meanwhile, explains what Talonis all about.

“Can’t believe you don’t knowyet. They didn’t even make you take the entrance test?”

“What entrance test?”

While Sombra boots up the computersshe’ll be working on, an internal network not connected to thelarger one that practically runs the base, she lists all the things aprospective agent of a super secret organisation needs to do to provethey’re worthy of being accepted.

“Well, first they have to prove theycan find their way anywhere-”“I can do that.”

“Can you? Well, you’d have to beable to find, say, the officer’s lounge just by askingpeople.”Again the child she confirms that she’s able to dothat. Sombra hums thoughtfully.

“Well, next agents have to prove theyare strong. Someone your size must be able to carry something theweight of … say a sixpack of coke? I think there is some in theofficer’s lounge, but of course, you’d have to find your waythere, and then you might not even be able to lift it-”“I cando it! I’ll prove it, look!”

And off she goes, intent to prove thatshe has the makings of a Talon agent. Sombra sits down at herworkstation and kicks back, laughing at Widowmaker and the troublesshe had with the kid. Amateur.

A sixpack of coke, warm slippers andsilky brushed hair later, Sombra’s genuinely beginning tocontemplate getting Talon to expand into child labour. Nothingsinister or backbreaking, of course, she’s not a monster. But thelittle goblins make for good entertainment if one knows how tomanipulate them.

“... nine apathetic, sympathetic,diabetic old men on-” The kid gasps for air and Sombra shakes herhead and clicks her tongue, as if she’s disappointed and not on theverge of hysterical laughter.

“You’ll have to do better thanthat. A real secret agent can do the whole thing in a single breath.”she says and sends the child off into another attempt to pass hermade up test, allowing her to work quietly and with a steady supplyof soft drinks.

Gabe takes the child away from herhours later when he returns from his mission, undoubtedly to get herto fetch his own slippers. Maybe the newspaper. Could she teach hertricks if she got treats from somewhere?

She shouts the suggestion after Gabewho gives her the finger, probably in no small part because she keepscalling him Gabe.

She keeps working and doesn’t thinkmuch of the child until much later that night when she wanders intothe kitchen to find Widowmaker, enjoying her first yoghurt in weekswithout having to yank her hair back from curious fingers.

“Hey, you see the goblin?”

Sombra falls silent when Widowmakerholds up her finger and shakes her head.

“I just forgot about it, what reasoncould you possibly have to remind me of its existence?”

There’s a beat of silence.

“I wanna see how much gross stuff Ican make it eat.”Widowmaker sighs and rubs her temples, wavingin the general direction of the door.

“The bosses foisted the thing onReaper last I knew. When he complains remind him he encouraged it.”

Sombra makes it her business to knowthings, it’s her trade, her passion, her overarching goal in lifeto know more than anyone else. That’s why she knows Reaper’s realname, and Amélie Lacroix’ birthday, and that Gérard Lacroix wasinfertile but never told his wife. She even has a copy of theadoption papers that were found in his desk after his death, halffilled out and hidden underneath case reports classifiedintelligence. She understands Widowmaker’s distaste for children,something she doesn’t share with the woman she used to be. And sheunderstands, or thought she understood, what Gabriel Reyes is allabout. A family lost or never had didn’t feature in the equation.If he wanted one or not, he’s lying in a bed half his size readinga silly story to help a young child fall asleep in a room that’snot hers, cared for by people who are not her family. Sombra watchesunseen as the child curls up closer against his side like it’s themost natural thing, like the monster seeping dark tendrils when hedoesn’t pay attention is supposed to be there.

“Is Mama fine?” The child asks whenGabriel pauses to turn the page. It must have been on her mind forsome time, but she wouldn’t have asked Widowmaker who’s annoyedwith her, or Sombra who messed with her. She waited for the ghosthaunting this place to come home and read her a bedtime story.

“She’s fine,” Gabriel says andnot even the hoarse rasp of his voice bothers her. “Her work isdangerous, but we’re looking out for her. And for you, so no badguys can get to you.”

Even Sombra almost believes they’renot the bad guys the child needs protecting from. She slips awayquietly, suddenly no longer interested in messing with the kid.Gabriel’s voice, picking up the story from where he left of,follows her long after its physical echo has faded.

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Season 4 was never guaranteed, but boy, has it ever been satisfying. There was a lot of fear in the viewing audience when Abbie was killed at the end of Season 3. Fear, and anger. Personally, I was shocked that they decided to eliminate her character, but I have felt this entire season that this was not a matter of dislike of character, OR actress. It has felt with the entire storyline as if they wanted to take the show in a different direction than Season 2 or 3 allowed with the complement of existing characters. I have been very satisfied with the season. The story arc has been interesting, Tom Mison has had free rein to be playful, somber and show off his stage talents within the TV show – quite clever of the writers. Much of the whimsy AND horror of the first season returned with this season. Every single new character was useful. As you’ll see from my recap, this episode really allowed for a lot of closure. So, while I would be sad and disappointed if it was not renewed, at least I don’t have the awful unresolved cliff-hanger feeling.

The reviewcap begins here:

A horse gallops across a field with redcoats and other revolutionary-war-accoutered individuals observing. It appears a duel has been arranged. Dreyfuss (Jeremy Davies), Jenny (Lyndie Greenwood), Henry (John Noble)and Ichabod (Thomas Mison) are there and per Crane’s instructions, Jenny opens up a box of dueling pistols. Henry states the nature of the offense, Crane has usurped Henry as War. Stepping 10 paces, they turn. Henry fires, striking Crane. Crane says that he must take Henry out of the world, and although he’s shot, he shoots and mortally wounds Henry.

We return to present and the duel was a vision that Jenny and Crane are sharing. This vision confirms for Jenny and Crane that Henry has taken up the mantle of war. They want confirmation, so they will use Alex’s method of confirmation. Adult Molly (Lara) (Seychelle Gabriel) and Diana (Janina Gavankar) discuss how in Lara’s timeline, she spent time in the vault, but she was tutored by Jobe. All she learned came from him (and she is still apparently fond of Jobe, in an odd way). Lara wants to meet Molly. Diana realizes that Lara is actually stuck in this timeline. Jake (Jerry MacKinnon) shows Alex (Rachel Melvin) that his research shows that the four horsemen are likely more powerful together. Jake is concerned that Alex is not ok. He asks if he offended her, but Alex said the opposite. Everyone convenes with Jake and Alex. Alex says she’s been able to track but is trying to get a thermal picture, and Jenny asks if she can try to hack the satellite image. Four warm images are clearly visible. They realize the horsemen are very close to Camp David (I guess we don’t need to worry since the CURRENT president is most often at Mar-A-Lago). They try to figure out how to warn the President without sounding utterly crazy. As they watch, the horsemen take off.

At Camp David, the guards fire away at the horsemen, but are unable to stop them. A burning ax mark appears on the door of the President’s (Charmin Lee) safe room, and Headless bursts in. He swings his blade and a blue glow knocks all the guards out, but not the President. As she wonders what the creature is, Malcolm Dreyfuss enters with Jobe (Kamar de los Reyes). Malcolm sends a video message informing DHS that he has the President. The team discusses that there’s no way that the government will concede to Dreyfuss’ demands, and they all decide that in order to stop this, they have to figure out how to kill an immortal enemy.

The team rummages thoroughly through the vault, but without success. However, Lara suggests that she appeal directly to Jobe. She thinks she has a way to convince him. She uses the last summoning crystal to bring Jobe to the tunnels. Lara tells Jobe that Dreyfuss is growing tired of him. Jobe growls what seems to be a curse. “Via ad Infernum!” Although the team initially says that Jobe told them to “go to Hell,” Crane realizes that he was actually DIRECTING them to literally GO TO HELL. Diana is very unhappy with the thought of Crane and Lara going, but Crane says he’s found his way back from Purgatory AND New Jersey (heh). The team jokes about bringing back souvenirs, like a snowglobe. Crane researched, and picked his apartment because the visit would not attract attention. But, before they can complete the “go to Hell” spell, Crane gets a visit from the cable guy. (“Icheebod Crane”) Crane reschedules. That scene was really amusing. Crane and Lara successfully execute the spell, and as Crane describes Hell as Valley Forge, during winter, Lara remarks that she isn’t seeing the same thing. She sees St. Agatha’s Home for orphaned kids. This was an extremely unique and compelling way to convey the uniqueness that the afterlife and Hell might have for everyone. “Hell is the damned places we bring with us.” Great writing! Crane tells Lara that he can relate with how Lara feels, out of time. He wants to make sure that Lara knows he will never abandon her. The filming was remarkable, because as each actor spoke their lines, the scene shifted to their individual hell. They jointly see (with a great alternating screen) the entry to the actual inferno. “Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter” in Latin.

Back in the vault, although they have searched the place exhaustively, Alex notices that the bookshelves appear to be more than decorative. Jenny notices a symbol, and they are switches, when depressed at the same time, release hidden compartments. They find a hidden volume dated 1789, which documents the creation of the archive. Washington (Mark Campbell) and Bannaker (Edwin Hodge) discuss a mural, and while Betsy Ross’ participation can’t be disclosed, they do leave the tricorn hat as a secret recognition of her contribution. Bannaker says that he wants to keep the archive separate from elected officials, and Washington asks if Bannaker will ever forgive him for the events which led to Crane’s “long slumber.” They realize that the weapons are IN the archive, somewhere. Crane and Lara descend a long and gorgeous staircase and arrive in Hades, where they hear the Devil (Terrence Mann) singing. (It’s “BOB the skull” from The Dresden Files!) They ask if he’s the Devil who struck a deal with Malcolm Dreyfuss. They ask the Devil to help kill Dreyfuss, but the Devil asks why he should interfere, because Malcolm is bringing the Apocalypse. Then he threatens the Witnesses. Crane asserts that the Devil can’t keep them there because they came of their own free will. Crane asks if they are going to strike a deal. (Uh oh).

In the vault, they locate a drawing on the back of a picture which identifies that there is a spot in a wall. They break the wall and see a bow and other old looking weapons. At the same time, Lara and Crane reappear. Crane shows that the Devil gave him the Philosopher’s Stone. The team dubiously shows the weapons. Crane, sensing their doubt, gives a pep talk. At Camp David, Henry thoughtfully notes that he can feel his father coming (while Dreyfuss gloats). Henry remarks that Crane was able to overcome him before. Dreyfuss reassures him and asks Henry to trust in him. (This results in an excellent opportunity for John Noble to show off his stage chops, too.)

Alex and Jake are in the forest and Jake will not lie about their chances. But, Jake reassures Alex about how far they have come as capable fighters. Alex finally admits that it bugs her that for three years she’s been working with the one person she can’t live without, and didn’t realize it, and they finally kiss (YAY!). Jenny lets the team know they are on their way. Everyone tells each other to stay safe, and Diana tells Lara that she’s still her Mom and to be careful.

Crane and Diana approach the house, and they encounter War. The team sees the other three horsemen: Famine, Plague and Death, but they notice that War is not there. They don’t know why Headless can be out in the daylight – and decide that the horsemen are more powerful together. The weapons that the team has are activated because the team is close to the horsemen. Crane gets War to talk to him, as Henry. Crane identifies that regardless of all that they have experienced, they bond over Freedom. He points out that Henry’s hatred will enslave him. Henry realizes that Freedom is a cause even he is willing to sacrifice for, so he declares a truce. The team fights the other three.

Crane and Diana arrive at the building where Jobe and Dreyfuss are holding the President. They enter and tell Dreyfuss it’s over. Crane tries to persuade Dreyfuss that he has a lot of gifts and he’s wasting them. Dreyfuss says he wants to cut the President’s throat. He staggers and Crane sees that the Philosopher’s Stone has been activated. Diana shoots Dreyfuss who jokes about his shirt. He wonders why he’s still injured. Crane shows him the stone. And, Dreyfuss asks Jobe to help. But, Jobe grabs Malcolm and says since Malcolm’s contract has come to an end, Jobe is a free agent. He grabs screaming Malcolm and they burst into flame. Crane hopes that the Horsemen have gone with him. We see the team fighting and the remaining horsemen disappear. The President asks who Crane and Diana are and they explain they are Agency 355. She says there is a conundrum but that the solution is for Crane and Agent Thomas to report directly to her. Crane points out that he is not a citizen and she instantly makes him one.

Back in his apartment, Crane is completing his voter’s registration. Lara shows up and Crane thinks he’s late for their meeting with young Molly and Diana. Lara says she’s not sure it’s a good idea. Lara points out that Molly has been liberated because Lara is the Witness, not Molly. So, Lara decides she needs to go out and figure out for herself what it means for her. Crane bows and lets her go. Crane explains to Diana and Molly that Lara needed to go. Molly is disappointed. Crane tells Molly that her future is her own now. She can choose. Plus, not only is Molly free, but so is Diana. But, she tells Crane that she felt her calling and that they all are a family. Diana gets a text from Jenny about a siren.

While they head out to the lake, Diana challenges Crane about the Devil and Crane concedes that he made a deal. He shows Diana the symbol he now has branded on his arm. He has a lien on his soul. “Sorry, what was that? Situation dire? Prognosis grim? Just another day at the office.” But, Crane says that he’s certain that since he has such a good support network, he will fix this and Diana says he won’t do it alone. They discuss what this woman in the lake might be. Not a siren…it’s a Kraken! And finish the season (and perhaps the series) “Shall we punch the clock?”

Grade: A+

This episode, in particular, was sweetly satisfying. Young Molly is released, Diana commits to the business, Jenny appears to be staying, Jake and Alex have realized they love each other, older Molly (Lara) is the Witness and gets along well with Crane, Dreyfuss has been called to the Devil and Jobe is a “free agent.” War isn’t gone, but does seem to have declared a temporary truce. We got to see Hell and the Devil (who was both charming AND scary/menacing!). The team is now officially working directly for the President. This season was tightly and enjoyably written. It managed to be light-hearted, serious, funny and scary – difficult attributes to evenly achieve. The special effects were very well done and they returned to filming techniques that Len Wiseman originally introduced the first season. Most importantly for me, the cast seemed to genuinely enjoy working together and that quality makes scenes more believable and invests the audience to a greater degree than just a good story. I sincerely hope that Fox grants one more season, because the writers and the show team appear to still have room, and they had the chops to go a completely different direction this year and still hearken back to what made season 1 so special.

Next Episode: Awwww, there ISN’T ONE! Please renew this show, Fox!

Sleepy Hollow (S04E13) “Freedom” Season 4 was never guaranteed, but boy, has it ever been satisfying. There was a lot of fear in the viewing audience when Abbie was killed at the end of Season 3.

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

Saw a tag game that was “unconventional tags”, and I was going to reblog but I wound up having TOO MANY tags per prompt! 

So out of sheer curiosity, I’m going to share what The Entire Selection of Tags with “chocolate”, “kill”, “done”, “try”, “stop”, and “why” is in this post! (Be warned: There are MANY and I only remember the context for about a quarter of these. I was able to dig up 92 tags for “why” alone. But I’m rather curious and analytical, so of course I’d tag a lot of Why’s...... anyways! Here goes! It is LONG.)

Lots of personal considerations, a hefty dose of OC and Titans-related fandom tags, 

Chocolate:

#(but like... chocolate AND cherries....~<33333 )

#I wonder if I could use gluten-free oreos (i.e. ''''chocolate sandwich cookies'''') as the crust instead.... ooooh i'm gonna try that!!

#but I've never had to buy anything and try to sell it besides... like. Malley's Chocolate Bars and other such candy bar fundraisers.

#i was at work for 12 hours but then I got home and went ''FUCK IT'' and ate some chocolate cake and a bagel with eggs???

#Dove will bring her a cup of tea or hot chocolate and sit with her for awhile. Maybe talk through some things with her.

#PB+chocolate can be either GREAT or /awful/ depending on the brand.

#Dark chocolate is more of a Dry and Astringent Texture thing for me.

#It's as essential in my plot ideas as chocolate is in hot chocolate. Just can't possibly make it without it.

#anyways: Peanut butter + chocolate is good. I like the fancy hazelnut spreads with peanut butter swirls.

#Mint+chocolate is good as Andes mints but bad as peppermint patties. Again; it depends on the brand. LOVE it in ice cream!

#i'm suddenly reminded that i bought myself an entire whole-ass chocolate silk pie Because I Wanted It SO BAD

Kill:

#nice to know the life skills i learned at chipotle haven't left me. 8FFFFF

#And I've always obsessively cataloged knowledge of canon. so when I found out all of Raven's half-siblings were killed (or their mothers)?

#Kary has a fairly good Innate sense of direction. but she had to develope a Real Skill for it when she was living feral.

#not the ''i'm gonna kill my favorite protagonist'' part but like. the emotional Twist there

#Anyways any and all Shakespeare except Midsummer Night's Dream bored me to hell. To Kill a Mockingbird INFURIATED me.

#SECONDING The Great Gatsby. I also really hated the ending of To Kill a Mockingbird. The story itself was good but that ending?

#Well I guess he GOT TO KILL HIM AFTER ALL now DIDN'T he

#''DON'T KILL IT I'LL GET IT OUTSIDE IT'S OKAY''

#kill mary-sue witch hunt culture! KILL IT DEAD

#it's Ten Percent Luck and Twenty percent skill if you're referencing the song I think you are but i see your point

#I have a 0.07 skill level when it comes to Playing By Ear and chords. But this is LOVELY so far even if it IS simplified

#it's okay you can say Kill la Kill

#excuse me as I kill my throat from gasp-laughing too harsadddnamfwje

#it wasn't until i literally shouted at a doctor that I was going to kill myself if they couldn't help me that someone actually DID SOMETHING

#you could never kill me in a way that matters

#he's also the only one who Actually tried to kill the Joker. so.......

#did you know bugs feel A Jolt of Pain when you kill them? I don't know what the heck the science-y anatomical cause of that is

#kill the idea that yelling/screaming is Normal and Healthy! Because it's not! It's absolutely NOT.

#But yeah! There's no better way to learn a skill than looking to the people who have already mastered the skills you want to learn.

#''Are you really willing to kill the next George Floyd; the next Breonna Taylor; the next Tamir Rice?''

#those herbs DON'T KILL VIRUSES like alcohol does!!

#''what doesn't kill you makes you stronger'' yeah but it leaves you with Serious Vulnerabilities that you have to spend your

#''Lots of villains.'' ''I will KILL YOU boy!'' GODS

Done:

#for me/aries it's much more the ''i want to fix it then and there and then it's done'' but really I don't play the blame game.

#seriously they've done SO MANY studies on creative hobbies and there are generations of stories from people who've had them

#so really nothing gets DONE about the diagnosis? but he gets Super Curious and reads a TON of articles and studies and books about it

#But let's take stock of how many times I've already done this shall we?~

#nicely done though??

#I can Never Get ENough of writers who've done as much off-novel characterization as Neil and Sir Terry have done with Good Omens

#That was REALLY well done as far as a Mind Games sort of horror story goes

#You shouldn't expect people who have Done a Lot of Growth and Shown a Lot of Potnetial to ForeveR Hide and Eradicate Their Past.

#this webcomic isn't my style personally but it IS really well done and I recommend it to anyone who likes the above things!

#with the tags out of the way: THAT'S BECAUSE 9/!! was PLAYED to THEIR BENEFIT (or: possibly even done by the govt themselves)

#and they pay shit and work us to the bone because they won't staff. But this post is... PROOF that it can be done BETTER.

#''i was born on the way home from the gym and then I will be able to get it done before the end of the day''

#!!! This made ms so HAPPY to see! Pink's speech patterns being recognized and analyzed was... not something i'd ever done before?

#I have to have some things done before my executive dysfunction will let me engage in other tasks or else I get like.... gridlocked?

#kpop fans get things DONE don't DOUBT them

#I have a LOT of trouble recalling when something was Done First or Subsequently. And I absolutely CAN NOT remember dates.

#It's human to need help sometimes and with all you've done for your loved ones

#and once THAT'S done I should be able to post the chapter!!! Which... given that I'm not absolutely mentally exhausted from work anymore

#I can't IMAGINE what I'd have done if I suddenly lost ALL of them and had to fight on alone.......................

#AHHH the idea of Damian adopting a rabbit! And Raven petting it! (house bunny because I refuse to condone illegal wildlife theft)

#they've done it! they've broken my fanfics down to the bare essentials!

#to do so when I see people like this. I'm done letting people back me into a corner and forcing me to cower.

#and between all the reading I've done on humanized superheroes and this show: I know that's basically my favorite trope.

#Enrichment Done Right!!

#Teaching done RIGHT!

#I'll admit: I'm curious to see how Gabriel and Kami actually describe their relationship? Because when it's built up properly and done RIGHT

#okay so I've done some research and this seems to be ACcepted on reddit but Hotly Debated everywhere else

#and it wasn't until Last Year and my sister that I trusted with it was a cosmetologist-- after I'd done SO MUCH work on healing from abuse

#It was the first forest that ever opened its heart to me. The only one that has done so as thoroughly....

#I have written like three quarter-done sex scenes but always drop off it before I get ot the Really Porny Parts because No Interest

#seriously they've done SO MANY studies on creative hobbies and there are generations of stories from people who've had them

#But let's take stock of how many times I've already done this shall we?~

#nicely done though??

#the things she had ACTUALLY said or done to me. Telling them the way she hurt me.

#have you... have you never done that???

#...hmmm... I like the Battle Cry idea. I don't know what my own creaming sounds like though. I've never... done that.

#I can Never Get ENough of writers who've done as much off-novel characterization as Neil and Sir Terry have done with Good Omens

#i scored 33-actually-34 though. the ones i missed were the mother-daughters-grandmothers one-- which I still think it Done Wrong

#can confirm that you Do Get Way More Done when you're well-rested.

#nimue's not driving but she's already so done with it

#it could probably only be done When Angry.

Try:

#i went wild with google translate and ecosia and every search engine i could find TRYING to TRANSLATE ''cotorrito''

#If we're going to take on these forces of arrogance and bigotry: We have to stand UNITED. TOGETHER!

#poetry

#country

#pastry

#And for some reason everyone fucking LOVES it. I know it was an instrumental step in my poetry as it is NOW

#but I know that in poetry after a rhyme happens then te next line is Likely to start a new thought.

#''you're a deep thinker of deep thoughts a reader of poetry and a HEAVY user of your notes app.

#take this quite literally. because the one time i did try asking my STEPmother what was wrong she wound up screaming at me.

#I don't usually watch tiktoks but the comments convinced me to give this one a try and yes. this one Deserved It.

#my mother and I driving around country backroads trying to avoid the highways at midnight on July 4th

#I was going to try buying a gift card but i think that would be cheating a legit business owner out of money and I'm not about that.

#i refuse to give her a tag of her own. i know she Contributed^tm and technically it's not 'bad' poetry but I'm just not a fan personally

#is what I consider to be MY WORST POEM. It even got published in a goddamn poetry collection! What the FUCK.

#actually put your body into starvation mode. And what does the body do when it's starving? TRY DESPERATELY to HOLD ON

#~!America is the Best Country Ever!~ NO ''BEST'' ANYTHING would allow ANY human being to be treated like THAT!

#But the idea is to try finding those things and explore them. Make it fun! MAke it spooky! Make it exciting! Make it startling!

#i'd also have to try finding a time to watch it when someone else in the family isn't already monopolizing the TV....

#(because i'd.... really love to try holding and playing one of these of my own someday.)

#about living a monk-like life? i'd give it a goddamn try if i got literally ANY paid vacation time and had the money to fly to tibet...)

#.....from certain pizza places? I would try it.

#so like. Too LAte ot try it at THIS job

#Not just in stories either; do actually try it someday

#In this country it's basically Impossible to become ANY kind of politician without being am illionaire. Like it's Literally IMPOSSIBLE.

#Like... the thrift store industry is BOOMING right now because a lot of us are Too Poor to Buy Anything Else.

#''bitch TRY it i DARE you''

#sometimes you gotta get it out somehow and a journal entry just doesn't cut it

#i actually only know two lines out of the refrain of that song. But damn if I'm not going to try LEARNING it someday

#i've heard d+ shuts down accounts if you try logging in from new devices (such as my laptop) lately

#...huh. I haven't found a lot of country music before the 90's so I don't know how I feel about this.

#but i definitely agree with the Reasons People ''Hate Country Music Today''.

#(but also The country music style of singing feels like someone is using a cheese grater on my brain. I just... don't enjoy that;;)

#(''lyrics'' referring to the 90s/00s country music I know of. and know i can't stand.)

#(tagged as such because ONE DAY I really REALLY want to try my hand at a Big Gorgeous Absolutely Breathtaking Fish Tank!)

#Oooh I'm definitely going to incorporate that ''try not to leave the room'' when cleaning thing!

#i wish my stories could do that? someday. Someday maybe.... I'll try one of these days.

#Sigh... the Artistry of this crew.

#i can't believe i'm living in the most ragged-on state in the more ragged-on COUNTRY of the entire internet.

#most of the time the people who have the easiest time contacting spirits didn't try or ask for it. The spirits just kinda.... Found Them

#He has the skills necessary to cook. Just not... the Sense of Taste. He has the Artistry part down! Just not the Accuracy.

#((and i have to try REALLY HARD to get an image of what it Looks Like. except in very Rare and Special Moments.

#I'm not usually one for visuals but this quick animation is GORGEOUS and I can't tell you how TEMPTED I've been to try recreating it.

#and Leyla as a kid just wants to TRY STUFF

#i saw amy's shoulders sparkling and i was like! ''i LOVE that. i'd love to try some fairy-goth myself someday''

#Neurochemistry stuff!!

#why is his reaction so aNGRY honestly that was a REAL ACCOMPLISHMENT and some serious artistry she pulled off!

#try swarming a stun deck with THIS on the field. o.o

#tell me what i can tag this because it's absolutely fucking ABYSSMAL of our country to ALLOW this and absolutely FUCK anyone who says

#i'm gonna...... try that popcon one though

#(because my job has me outside in it for at least 3 hours a day no matter what medical history i try to show them)

#might have to try this....

#i'm gonna Try to sleep but i know my hyperficating nexus-steeped mind isn't gonna quiet down very quickly 8O

#for the record i did TRY using the Boolean Operator  syntax with ''low'' blood pressure in quotes. but it STILL gave me articles

#Raven: immediately Exhausts Herself to Hell to Try Undoing It

#yes i'm going to overanalyze and try understand every accusation of Ohio on my dashboard. why do you ask?

#i'm gonna... Try Wearing Make-Up!

#is it weird that i use almistry when drawing my ocs' hands?

#a little piece of her childhood home and her ancestry when the rest of the world and its people died.

#She might be a little embarrassed to share her poetry with people? I think she's pretty good at writing pretty words

#Or... if you feel so inclined: poetry you've written yourself?

Stop:

#but BY ALL the GODS can we STOP mocking and hating the people who DO have all these grand and lofty ambitions?

#stop blaming millennials for our shitty circumstances challenge.

#note to self: stop frekaing FORGETTING to schedule with a GE again!!! fuck's sake!

#stop being elitist because something's Different. it has its merits and it's not meant to be an International Film-Festival Masterpiece.

#(i did a Lot of stupid things at that house actually. there was a reason i stopped working with raphael......)

#except once i got the add diagnosis my teacher stopped commenting on my doodling.

#that cloak was the PERFECT compromise. It kept me a Little Warmer without getting too hot AND did a great job of stopping the too-cold wind~

#we stopped going to the daycare.. (And i know that because i got it for my 5th birthday. i was ENAMORED IMMEDIATELY)

#i've always read it the same way and didn't notice Why Everyone Stopped Liking Her but that also brought that particular Change to light...

#but on the other hand she Literally Accidentally Stopped Time... (And i have this... headcanon? let's call it a headcanon

#for something like stopping the end of  the world: Who (at least: who among HEROES) WOULDN'T put that to use?

#my all-time FAVORITE that I will NEVER skip a song from is Evanescence. HAs been for like 15 years now and that's not stopping.

#i don't foresee this rambling stopping for another 3 days tbh

#creepy guys try to follow you off your stop and get your number no matter how many times (with increasing ferocity) you tell them no.

#but can this fandom stop acting like pink intentionally hurt everyone for like 7 seconds???

#also if you're as powerful as zee it probably comes second-nature so why WOULDN'T you throw it around to stop an argument?

#it's an even split on how many people are willing to stop and talk to you. about one in ten will just outright ignore you if you say Hi

#why not stop at home and drop him off first? why send him into freaking SPACE???

#Don't stop believing. Don't stop moving forward. Don't let depression drag you down.

#do nothing but yell at you and tell you to calm down or shut up or Stop Being Yourself.

#i'm gonna stop before i suffocate on silent laughter but Wow This Is Good

#i can't tell you how many doctors i've been to that literally told me to stop crying when i Became Distressed from relating my symptoms...

#which i don't appreciate! brain stop calling me a wuss

#how do you... Stop Doing That?

#Stop Erasing Raven's Strengths!! Stop making her a stereotypical sitcom caricature! LET RAVEN BE SASSY

#Can people PLEASE stop equating the two things that don't necessarily (or often) go hand in hand?

#they're ALREADY filthy rich just stop fucking catering to them???

#and whenever I went to the bus stop for those mornings: I cawed to him. And rather than flying away as soon as he saw me

#Petition to make the fandom stop forgetting that Blue has a FIERCE side TOO

#i wish this freaking show would stop goddamn KILLING PEOPLE

#i can't stop giggling at that last gif though. oh my stars that's Great

#i... don't want to tag him ''bakura'' anymore because STOP GIVING HIM RYOU'S IDENTITY but at the same time... what ELSE do you call him??

#night-terrors/flashbacks / whatever? She will literally stop herself from sleeping.

#sorry i've made so many posts about this; I just! I can't stop HYPERFIXATING on this ONE DETAIL.

#like I was the kid who'd CRY when someone ripped wings off flies or legs off spiders. ''Stop it that HURTS!''

#but i tend to stop in the middle of books i'm not invested in. which is happening more and more often.

#She'll stop immediately and be like ''okay! let's talk about something else than!!''

#(a terrified telepath is twice as dangerous when she's unconscious and Can't Stop It. She knows that. So when she's having bouts of

#oh STOP it that was sweet!

#i mean you can't stop kids from seeing EVERYTHING. But we should at least be TRYING to protect them. You know?

#trying to help me figure out how to cope. basically everyone was like ''there's no way you don't notice three hours passing stop lying''

#oh my GOD I'm LAUGHING there are tEARS IN MY EYES I just!! I'm DEFINITELY imagining them and I can't STOP LAUGHING OKAY

#How do you stop looking back?

#(And then the night my spirit guide told me to stop LETTING myself be defined by her and that I can rise above my past and my parents...)

#but BY ALL the GODS can we STOP mocking and hating the people who DO have all these grand and lofty ambitions?

#Don't stop believing. Don't stop moving forward. Don't let depression drag you down.

#Stop Erasing Raven's Strengths!! Stop making her a stereotypical sitcom caricature! LET RAVEN BE SASSY

#There's SO MUCH in the Society6 store and all of it is GORGEOUS. I had to physically hold my hands to my chest to stop myself

#How do you.... Stop Needing the Sugar to Function though? I've tried like 4 adhd meds and they all have Awful Side Effects for me. :c

#for the record: salem was really more of just a stop on a field trip across literary and/or historical sites of New England

#can the universe STOP pointing me towards MORE triggers?  P l e a s e ? ?? ?????

#My heart wouldn't stop pounding and I was legitimately QUAKING even after I sat down. Luckily that manager was Compassionate

#until somebody told me to stop probably

#but i can't stop questioning myself. probably because Questioning Myself and Rigorously Guarding My Mind is the only reason I...

#EXCUSE you holy HECK that was!!! I WAS BREATHLESS AND COULDN'T STOP READING?

#Not Being Violent isn't the same as Doing Absolutely Nothing To Stop Shit in the world

#can we stop saying All Sugar Is Bad now? (it doesn't increase insulin resistance until you've consistently eaten A TON of it!)

#i will literally run into a room to stop someone from killing a spider in my vicinity. Cup and paper in hand

#now if they'd stop taking digs at fans who prefer the old show maybe that would actually MEAN something.

#and I'm LEARNING how to talk back to them (''stop talking ABOUT yourself and start talking TO yourself'')

#and do you know what happened to me in Honors English? My teacher literally told me to stop writing so much and stop thinking so hard

#(i will NEver Stop Tagging Change Your Mind as Spoilers by the way because BASCIALLY THE FINALE)

#and i think my eyes are broken because i can't stop tearing up. heck

#...i'm starting to think i should stop using my Anti Fascism tag. just ot be safe

#He doesn't even need to forgive her. But at the very least... can we stop villainizing the one who is the very reason Earth still lives?

#i'm Venting but also Suggestions on Actual Techniques that can make them fucking STOP would be appreciated