#my parents had their plots and the chuck they wanted

[nagdabbit]

ive never had to be a bouncer at a funeral before

[astrqiixsq]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

pairings: sully family x sister!reader

warnings: none I think!

word count: 2.2k

a/n: the reader will be replacing Tuk but as a 10 year old! this is for all my babies that just want to be loved and protected <33.

(this takes place before the plot of avatar twow!!)

even though you were only a few years younger than the rest of your siblings, you were babied for your entire childhood.

you couldn't do pretty much anything without one of your family members following on behind you or asking what you were doing every 30 seconds.

while you thought it was extremely annoying, your parents and siblings thought it was perfectly normal.

your family were extremely protective over you, and to be honest, it was kinda cute.

but it was on days like these, you just had enough of it.

It was way past eclipse before your family got home from the fight against the sky people. kiri was sent to tend against the injured while the rest of your family were fighting, your older brothers being spotters as normal on their ikrans.

while they were gone you were told stay close to your grandma mo'at, so you did what you did almost everyday, stay inside and make bracelets for the family. It was the only thing you had been doing pretty much everyday for years.

you were just finishing up your third bracelet when you heard shouts coming from outside your tent.

"the war party is back!" you heard someone call.

hurriedly, you chucked the bracelet into the box and ran outside to the cliffs, dodging your clan members while you were at it.

"slow down y/n, you could get hurt!" a nearby scientist called out to you.

"sorry!" you replied on instinct, not really listening to what they were saying.

you saw your mother and father first, hopping off their ikrans and taking their weapons off of themselves. although they looked perfectly fine, there was a glint in their eyes you couldn't quite understand.

next you saw your brothers and your sister kiri, landing their ikrans next to your parents. a few minor cuts and scrapes were placed on your brothers torsos however that was hardly out of the norm, due to their daring personalities. but they still stared the same look at your parents, what was going on?

choosing to ignore this for now, you ran up to your family, shouting excitedly, "mom, dad!"

your mother turned around in just enough time to see you fling your arms around her waist and nuzzle into the side of her waist.

"y/n, y/n, y/n." she muttered your name, picking you up by your armpits and resting you on her hip.

it was normal for you to go to your mother first after your family coming back from fights. your mom was always the most tense and it was only right for you to ease her worries before she would scold one of your siblings for doing something wrong. it was like you were the water on her fire.

as she ran her fingers through your hair and turned to look into your eyes, you could still see that tense glint in her eyes. huh, that's weird.

before you had time to think much of it, you were quickly lifted up off of your mother and put into the hands of neteyam. neteyam was your oldest brother and probably the most protective, although it was hard to tell sometimes with lo'ak's fiery personality. however, it was certain that neteyam was the softest with you, he was always the sibling you would go to if you hand any problems. and he was always the one holding your hand or cuddling you when you felt upset or frightened. you loved it.

"how is my little sis doing?" he asked, embracing you in his arms and kissing your forehead gently. yup, definitely the softest with you.

"im okay." you giggled, wiping at the yellow war paint on his face. you loved the colour yellow since it matched your eyes.

"well you must be tired because it is way past you bedtime baby, you ought to be asleep!" your father told you, moving away from his ikran to take you out of neteyam's arms and probably off to bed.

bed? you thought. it was only 8:30! something was definitely up.

"no!" you whined. wriggling out of neteyam's grip and running away to hide behind the closest ikran.

however, you only got about two or three steps before you were swept back off your feet and into lo'ak's arms, his grip tight on you.

"oh no you don't" he chuckled, looking at kiri who also laughed at your attempt to get away from bed.

"please! you only just came home, i want to see you!" you spoke as you struggled against lo'ak's tight grip on you. but feeling you move in his arms only made lo'ak's hold on you tighter.

"sorry my love but you're too young to be up this late! plus, me and your father need to discuss something with your siblings." your mother said, sharing a stern glance at your family beside you. well now you knew that 100% something was up.

lo'ak carried you back into the sleeping room of your tent, gently setting you down on your small sleeping matt in the corner at whispering a soft goodnight in your ear before leaving the room.

though your big sister kiri came in a couple minutes later to tuck you in, handing you your little na'vi toy and bending down to quickly kiss your temple and say goodnight.

"love you, y/n". she whispered, before standing up to leave the room. yet, you couldn't help but notice her shoulder's tense before going into the main living room of the tent.

what were your family going to talk about? whatever it was, you were going to find out.

curiosity had always been a big feature in your personality, you were always known as the girl in the village who asked too many questions, but you never thought that as a bad thing. as your father used to say, 'curiosity always killed the cat', but not really knowing what a 'cat' was, you chose to ignore his comment.

anyway, it was now 8:56 in the evening and you had been staring up at your ceiling for about ten minutes, now you decided it was finally time to find out what your family was hiding from you. wether it was a good or bad thing, you still deserved to know. nevertheless you had to make sure your parents thought you were asleep before eavesdropping into their conversation at night, so you decided to wait ten minutes.

after finally feeling that you had waited long enough, you cautiously stood up off your sleeping mat and made your way over to the small hole in your weaved wall, making sure you made no noise as you stood on your tiptoes to peer in.

sure enough, your family were speaking about something.

"listen, today we saw that more space ships are returning on pandora, this means we have to be extra careful when going on trips. got it?" your father spoke to your siblings who were standing in a circle around the fire, each of them giving glances to the other.

what does he mean more space ships? you wonder looking at your fathers unreadable expression.

"got it?" your father spoke clearer, realising he hadn’t gotten an answer from his children.

"yes sir". they all spoke in unison, sharing the same look you couldn’t quite understand.

you were used to your siblings calling your father sir by now, but it had always seemed very odd to you. why did your siblings have to call their father sir when you were not allowed to call him sir at all? it suddenly hit you in that moment just how much you didn’t know about your family and how confusing your life really is.

however, your mother cut your thought stepping in front of jake when she spoke, "your father and i have been doing some speaking and we think it would be better if you were not allowed to go beyond the hallelujah mountains, it is for your own safety from these new threats."

your brothers and sister let out a chorus of protests and complaints, stepping aside from the fireplace and over to your parents.

how could they do this? you thought, you had never seen a sky person that wasn't a scientist before and what did your parents mean about spaceships? this isn't fair!

suddenly, the room went quiet in front of you and all your family turned to look in your direction.

"y/n?" your mother looked straight into your eye.

oh eywa, i must have said that last part aloud, you thought. you were totally busted.

immediately, you backed away from the crack and tried to sprint back to your bed, only to hear your father call, "y/n, we saw you. now please come in here to speak to us."

you sighed as you stepped up off the floor and walked towards the living room. what were you going to say to your parents?

as you stepped into the large room inside of your tent, you were met with looks of disappointment from your parents and stern looks from your siblings, so you just decided to stay in the corner of the room near the door.

"y/n what were you doing listening into our conversation tonight, you know you were supposed to be asleep." your father spoke in his leader voice, this made you flinch against the doorway.

"ma jake." your mother scolded your father. she hated it when your father got too stern with you, she always said you were too young to be spoken too in such a way.

looking guilty as you turned away from the door and to your parents, you spoke. "i just wanted to know what was going on tonight. i saw your worried looks when you came back from the fight today and thought something was up, so i listened into your conversation to make sure nothing bad happened." you fiddled with the beads on your skirt as you spoke.

your parents shared a worried glance before your mother turned to you and uttered, "my love, you should be in bed right now. you are simply too young to need to know what is happening and too young to even understand it, please go back to bed."

but you didn't move to go back to bed, you were too overcome by anger and frustration. it was always that you were too young for anything. when were you ever going to grow up?

taking a couple steps forwards before speaking, you reasoned, "i am tired of being treated like a baby mom and dad! i just want to know what is happening in my life and you guys won't let me because i am 'too young'! i am ten, not four!"

"y/n-" your sister kiri tried to cut you off, but you just continued.

"no kiri! you don't understand. you, neteyam and lo'ak got your first ikrans at the age of nine! i am ten but i am still told everyday that i am 'too young' to do anything on my own, anything! all i want to do is act like other kids my age without having someone peering over my shoulder the whole time! all i want to do is be a normal ten year old!" your voice broke at the end of your speech and you didn't realise you were crying until neteyam was in front of you, using the pads of his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears on your cheeks and using an arm to pull your head onto his stomach.

"y/n", your father kneeled down infront of you before continuing his sentence, "we see your frustrations and know your pain, but please keep in mind you are still ten. ten year olds should not be involved with wars and fighting, they should be at home enjoying their childhood years safe. plus, me and the rest of your family feel as if you are not ready yet to go out on adventures on your own, and that is final." jake stepped up off the ground and pecked a kiss at your forehead, but this only made your anger rise.

not ready to go on adventures on my own? you thought, feeling your little four-fingered hands turn into fists. they are not listening! i'll show them what i am really capable of.

you pushed out of neteyam's grasp, speaking to everyone in the room when you said, "you guys aren't listening! i'll show you that i am not too young, just you wait." after speaking, you ran out of the room and towards the main door, ignoring your families shouts and cries for you to stop.

lo'ak, who you had actually had forgotten was there because he was so quiet, make an attempt to grab your arm. however, you just dodged his hand and sped up your pace before reaching the edge of the cliff infront of you, right next to the ikrans. perfect, you thought.

without thinking about the consequences, you threw yourself onto the closest ikran and connected the bond without a thought.

oh eywa, you were really in trouble now.

this is the first fanfic i have ever written so apologies if it is bad! idk if i will be making a pt 2 to this because it is just a oneshot but we’ll see!

if there are any mistakes in the text please let me know in the comments and i will really appreciate it!

anyway, i hope you enjoy the rest of your day and have fun!

[v3nusxsky]

We both know how much I love your writing so I have to request some more sub Larissa x dom reader. (Plot is completely changeable as always I'll happily read whatever you write.)

My idea was r and Larissa went to school together. They had a mutual dislike of each other, r thought Larissa was stuck up and a rich prick who didn't know anything about real life and Larissa was annoyed r didn't apply themselves because they were smart.

Flashforward to present and r is at parents weekend since they look after their little brother and Larissa invites r back to her office for wine for a catch up and they end up finally admitting why they both annoyed eachother so much is because they both had a thing for the other and they finally end up fucking and r lovingly teasing Larissa about how submissive she is for them compared to how dominant she pretends to be for her job?

If it fits could you include biting/marking kink, bondage, breeding kink, bratty Larissa 9

Wand lots of after care?

Thank you so much!

Smoke and mirrors 18+

*Authors note~ only one tonight guys I’m sorry! I have to go on a family trip tomorrow so it’s been stressing me out preventing me from writing. Also car trouble which is equally as stressful! But here we go, I hope this is okay for you all*

Trigger Warnings~slight angst? Sub l dom r biting/marking kink breeding kink degrading and praise kink mommy kink strap on, oral sex

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You'd changed a lot since your Nevermore days, that much was certain, you and your brother Emerson had lost your mother three years ago. Since then, you'd raised him as practically your own son. Your ability is telepathy while he was a siren. So it really made sense that you were to send him to Nevermore just like your parents had with you. Your time at Nevermore was nothing but enjoyable apart from the stuck up rich prick that you had a dorm with. The raven haired girl wasn't so bad, hardly ever stayed in Ophelia hall but the blonde? God you couldn't stand how she acted or held herself. Really she didn't know anything about real life where you have to fight for everything and anything. Nothing is handed to you on a plate. Running to daddy wasn't an option because daddy was never there. It wasn't just you though, Larissa found you irritating, to her you could apply yourself more to your studdies, stop leaving everything to the last minute and take some responsibility for yourself. You had the brains and she knew that, she just wished you would use them more.

Arriving for Emerson's first parent's weekend was exciting, you'd missed the young lad and truly couldn't wait to hear about his experiences at Nevermore. What you were not expecting was to be greeted by Larissa. Surly she would've left Nevermore like you? It appeared not. "Emer? Who's that?" You whispered to your brother causing him to smile, "Principal Weems, she said I can go her anytime I miss mom or dad." So it appeared she did have a kind part of her. Interestingly. Maybe your younger self misjudged the blonde.

After she did her talk to officially start parent's weekend she began to mingle, making a beeline for you. "Emerson is this your sister darling?" She practically purred as the young boy smiled and happily introduced you to her. "Well well well, how many years has it been love? I'm sorry about Diane, she was always wonderful to me" she murmured and you nodded in thanks, "it's been a while, your principal now?" Pleasant conversation was made until Emerson's friend came to ask if he'd go into Jericho with his family and him, of course you chucked and ruffled your brothers hair okaying it. "Well it seems your at a loose end, would you like to come and catch up in my office? I have wine" she chuckled hoping the wine would sell you, truly she wanted to know about you, this air of maturity and responsibility allowing her to see how truly magical you are.

That was how you found yourself three glasses into her bottle of wine staring at the blonde, wondering how she would taste on your tongue. Perhaps that's why you did it, you lunged forward to capture the blondes lips before practically mounting her lap. Glasses of wine long forgotten as you straddled her lap, your hands roaming her clothed body as Larissa just let you. A submissive act. A smirk adorned your now slightly swollen lips, "do you want this Larissa?" You practically purred her name causing her to nod enthusiastically and cry, "please god please."

That was all it took for you to move down her body until she could lay flat on her back. Only then did you tear through her clothing to admire her in all her beautiful glory. "God you're stunning" you whimpered to her as you kissed every inch of her bare skin, loving the little gasps of need mixed with pain as you pinched and tugged on her pert buds. "Oh god please" she whined to you causing to nip at her breast, "who am I darling?"

"M-mommy?" She whispered causing you to find her stuttering adorable, the all dominant principal being nothing but a slut for her mommy just added to the power play. "Good girl darling, mommy will fix it okay?" The speed the blondes head was nodding almost had you feeling it would fall off, "please gods I need you!"

After teasing her thighs you took your first swipe from her glistening folds and you were a goner. As if you'd taken a hit of your favourite drug and needed more you dove back into her cunt, licking sucking and lapping at it. It was if you thought she'd run dry and you'd never get enough. A starving woman for the blonde. Larissa's whines and mewls for more only spurred you on in your task. You couldn't help but moan around her clit at the taste of her before slipping two fingers into her soaking cunt. "Oh god! Mommy god please wanna cum" she mewled as you lightly scrapped your teeth over the rock hard bud.

"Cum for me gorgeous" was all you offered before you went back to harshly sucking on her aching bundle of nerves. With a very undignified squeal you were reward for all your effort as her cum drenched your fingers, her hips bucking wildly to ride her orgasm out. Of course you stayed there to help her through and saver your reward before kissing back up her body. "Shall we move this to your bedroom baby?" The hazy smile and nod of her head followed by her attempting to stand on shaky legs gave you your answer. "Oh no you don't princess, I've got you" you murmured before picking the blonde up, despite her blatant attempts to say she's far too heavy only for you to capture her lips to shut her up.

Tossing the blonde on a bed like nothing more than a mere rag doll you asked where she kept her toys and of course like the good little submissive she directed you to them. There you found a wide range, so it appears the snobby uptight blonde is actually rather normal. Who would've known? Selecting what you wanted, a double ended dildo that could vibrate you made your way back to the blonde. You were admiring the marks you left on her ivory skin, the desire to make more, to add to the collection running rampant in your mind. The blonde squirming in anticipation on the bed gave you more ideas.

Larissa Weems most certainly wasn't planning to spend her parent's weekend bound to her bed at the complete mercy of her ex roommate who she thought still hated her and vice versa, but it was true what they say, there's a thin line between love and hate. You couldn't help but smile at the blonde being helpless and at your mercy. "Look at the Principal of Nevermore being nothing more than a whore for me" you teased as you secured the faux dick before teasing her soaking slit with the cock head. "Mommy! Please please put it in" she whined feeling sensitive from her previous orgasm. "Okay princess, but I will not be stopping till I've come, using you like nothing more than a flashlight for mommy."

You did just that of course, you were humping the faux cock into her pussy at such a force and pace that all she could think see and feel was you. The sight of her eyes rolling back into her beautiful brain with every brush the head of your cock made with her cervix. Her moans now nothing but incoherent babbles and pleads to continue. Of course you complied, using her fluttering hole until you wanted to stop. "God I'm gonna fill you up so good princess, gonna make you so round and full for mommy. You'd like that huh? Nothing more than a cum dumpster for mommy. Watching you swell as you carried my child. God you look so beautiful all pregnant from me" you panted as your orgasm took over your thrusts.

Larissa came around your cock for the third time as you both rode out your climaxes together before you slipped from her now extremely sensitive cunt. Her cum still seeping from her hole giving you a sense of pride. You tossed the strap to the side and immediately came to hold the blonde to your chest. It is common that submissive people find it hard to regulate after such intense feelings but the beating of your heart could work to ground her. What you were not expecting was to feel a wetness hitting your bare chest. Her shoulders shaking with sobs but no sound. She was crying.

"Larissa? Darling talk to me what can I do love?" You murmured coming to stroke her hair. Hopefully you were providing some kind of comfort. "I - m sorry for how rude I was at school. I just I didn't want you to fail because you are capable of great things. I was hard on you because I wasn't ready to admit I liked girls. I liked you. I'm so sorry" she sobbed not really taking any breaths in between her words but some how you still caught them all. "Such a silly golden goose, Larissa I knew that. I wasn't ready either darling, I saw you as something I desire but can never have that's why I said those things. I like you too my goose."

The silence that overtook you both was pleasant and comfortable, both just soaking in the words the other said. But you were the first to break it. "Can I take you on a date Risa?" You murmured to the blonde causing her to smile and nod happily, "yes!" You matched her smile and tilted her head to steal a kiss. "Can I tell everyone that the Principal of Nevermore is my very own personal and private submissive little whore?" You teased causing the blonde to smack your arm, "and ruin my reputation? No way mommy!" The sounds of your laughs filling the blondes bedroom as she snuggled impossibly closer to you. "You are so perfect my golden goose" you murmured before a sweet kiss was pressed to her blonde curls. "Sleep my darling girl, you need your rest, I plan to use my pretty pet in a few hours time."

Word count~ 1910

[angelsdean]

the good spn prequel that lives in my mind as of 5 mins ago: dean suspects god-jack isn’t really jack. he’s had his suspicions for a while. things in heaven are just...off. he starts building a case in his head that chuck is still pulling the strings. he decides he needs to bust out of heaven to properly be able to stop him, but how? creates this convoluted plot that he desperately wants to know more about his parents. convinces god-jack-who-might-actually-be-chuck to let him take a little “hiatus” from heaven to explore the past. he totally won’t interfere ! god-jack-who-is-totally-chuck decides sure why not? 1. to keep up appearances that he’s just sweet little jack who would totally let dean visit his parents’ past, 2. because he’s gotten too comfortable in his win and too comfortable believing dean thinks chuck’s really gone and 3. because it’s entertainment and there’s nothing chuck loves more than to watch dean. however, this all backfires for chuck because now dean is a time-traveling alivegirl (who knows what chuck’s up to) and he intends to stay that way. also he’s got an angel to track down 

[softesttangerines]

Lately, i've been so into the evil!shanks theory which gives for angsty headcanons that end up unresolved lol

Anyways, since I'm mostly new to the fandom i didnt know it was an ongoing theory untill i told my friend about it yesterday and she was like yep, congrats, you figured one of the fandom's longest running theories.

In everyone's defense, he's super shady, also the latest scene with him checking luffy's latest bounty was chill inducing, like i'm genuinely not feeling my man here lol.

Anyways, there goes something.

Mishanks dont work out, the longing and yearning is there but they both know that in this life, there's no chance for them to happen.

For all the reputation that red shanks has as this ultimate nice dude for a pirate, who's so strong but above all is a peace maker and thrives for it, Mihawk knows him best. He's been the most intimate with him since their young age.

When he meet the young boy after Roger's execution, the kid was just full of anger and rage none would associate with today's Shanks. Sure, everyone knew not to provoke a lion now but also he happened to grow up into a man that knows how to handle and conceal his emotions, not like the 15 years old kid that couldnt help but show the darkness in his expression.

Mihawk back then chucked it to the death of a parent figure of the boy. His idea of cheering him up was by distracting him with a duel once he saw the sword Shanks carried.

For the short period from their mid' and late teenagehood, Shanks went back to what Mihawk assumed he used to be before the loss he suffered. A happy go lucky, mischievous little pirate gremlin. The boy seemed to really enjoy his duels with Mihawk and keeps on pestering him about meeting more often to which Mihawk couldn't help but to oblige due to fondness he grew for the red head.

When Shanks turned nineteen, it was like something shifted. It felt like the boy was indulging himself a liberty he couldn't afford for so long and now he snapped out of it. They still met as often, they still had their duels but something was wrong with his boy, the underlying darkness he met in the 15years old long ago was back, much more subtle but it was still there nonetheless. Something about him looked as if he was shouldering the weights of the world.

Mihawk, as much as he wanted to reach out, to try and understand, he thought better against it. Shanks was a grown up now, and if he wanted Mihawk in, he wouldnt act like the little pupp he used to be.

Years went by, and the two went through long periods of not meeting, from a year to a couple of years. Mihawk busy beating everyone for the title of the best, feeding Yoru what she thirsts for, a capable opponent and a worthy challenger. While Shanks, taking to the seas with his crew.

Busy, whenever they met, Shanks always seemed satisfied, telling him he's so close to what he's looking for. Mihawk didn't know what the boy was looking for but if it's making him happy he wont question it.

That was untill the day Shanks lost his arm. Seeing the vivre card burn, Mihawk never felt such urgency and panic before. He wasn't a fool, a pirate life meant your life could end any minute and yet, he never had a reason to not trust Shanks to be strong enough and stay alive or the red force to give everything for their captain. When he got to him, Shanks seemed barely bothered by the loss of the limb, in fact, he seemed in quite the mood, like a cat that got the last drop of milk. "I've betted all i have and left it for fate, my friend, and i have a feeling fate is on my side this time." He said to him, the darkness from before there, this time with a glint of madness.

Mihawk wasn't one to be scared, but he'd be lying is he said he wasn't right now. Not for his life, never. But of what Shanks was becoming, what has become of his boy, untill when was he gonna pretend that Shanks wasn't plotting something in the dark that would undoubtedly be the ruin of them.

Mihawk always knew that what they have was time limited, and maybe it was time for it to expire. He had no interest in whatever Shanks is getting up to. He could ruin the whole world and he wouldn't stop him, but he doesnt necessarily want to be involved. He has always been relatively lazy and barely had any interest on things that weren't swords, wine or a certain red head. World demise schemes were nothing he signed up for, unless Shanks asked him to? Because he would join him if asked, he'd do anything, but Shanks didnt ask and Mihawk didnt and wont offer either.

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Shanks might be fooling a little boy with a straw hat and the entire world with him but he wasn't fooling Mihawk. Shanks knew all they had was borrowed time but for now, he'd enjoy it before he would run out of time.

In the near future, much more important things would need his attention, and the swordsman would be but a warm memory he'd rather not tarnish.

[episodeoftv]

Round 1 of 6, Group 1 of 4

propaganda is under the cut (330 words) - may contain spoilers

summaries (pulled from imdb or wikis)

propaganda

Gossip Girl - 6.10 New York I Love You XOXO

In a fashionable farewell to remember, our favorite Upper East Siders join forces for one last soiree; The identity of Gossip Girl is finally revealed.

Chuck murders his uncle so the plot is that Chuck and Blair had to get married in a day and like flee the country. Whether you loved them or hated them, no one wanted them to get married in ten minutes on the street. Dan is revealed as Gossip Girl which makes ZERO sense because he sends tips to Gossip Girl and learns stuff from it ALL THE TIME. It’s literally impossible that he was Gossip Girl the whole time. There’s a timeskip and Dan and Serena are getting married, OH cause no one even cares that he’s Gossip Girl and has ruined their lives over and over, so Dan and Serena get married even though they haven’t been together since they were sixteen!! They don’t even like each other at all by season six. Everyone else’s ending is just tragic. Nate’s whole storyline in season one was hating that his life was planned and he’s going to end up like his dad, and he ends up exactly like his dad and he’s in politics despite showing zero interest in it before. Every character didn’t want to end up like their parents and DID by the end

The X-Files - 11.10 My Struggle IV

cw: people explode and get shot (non-gory, as I recall), character turns into a CGI monster for a few seconds

Mulder and Scully rush to find an on-the-run William while the Cigarette Smoking Man pushes forward with his ultimate plan.

1) This finale goes against everything X-Files by leaning way too hard into the supernatural. Scully is having visions; her kid, William, is exploding people with ESP; and the Cigarette-Smoking Man is back after having been exploded in a previous season finale. The Alex Jones comedy pastiche character (played by the Community guy) is somehow still here too. The series ends with William being set in stone as not Mulder’s son, but don’t worry, because Scully is pregnant by him anyway! Also William got shot and fell into a river but survived somehow, but CSM is definitely dead even though he got killed in the exact same way.

2) I can't believe Chris Carter knew Gillian Anderson wasn't going to come back & that this would be the last X-Files ever and he wrote...this

[renamusing]

While the writers keep playing us, here are some future plots to consider after robert comes back (ryan HAS to comeback at this point ok? i wont accept anything else):

Post-prison Denial - Aaron cannot forgive Robert or accept that he is back; he shifts the blame for Liv's death from Chas to Robert because Robert LEFT THEM

Post-prison Blues - Robert deals with his PTSD badly which engages Aaron's redemption arc; he stays by Robert's side and helps him through it

Reunion 3.0 / Seb's return - Robert gets access to Seb (he comes to some sort of agreement with Rebecca or something happens to her offscreen whatever) and seeing Rob and Seb (their son!!) together in the village destroys any willpower Aaron still had to fight against his feelings for Robert

Wedding 3.0 - this needs no explanation

Surrogacy 2.0 - i dont actually mind them going there again if only to get them their Sugden-Dingle daughter

The Return of Andy Sugden - everything is going well for Robert and Aaron but Andy's return shakes things up; the farmboy that Jack Sugden caught Robert with back in the day is working with Andy now; so we get jealousy and misunderstandings and high drama in the Still-Madly-In-Love-Husband front (because that's Aaron innit) and Robert finally tells Vic and Andy about what happened with his dad when he was young.

Teen Seb Comes to Stay - Seb decides he wants to live with his dads at the village permanently (rewashed Liv plot i know but im making it easy for them!!) there are issues with his little sister at first but they get quickly resolved. Seb and his auntie Eve become thick as thieves and become the village nightmares

The Return of Adam Barton - because Aaron needs his mate back at some point and I doubt Vic will settle with anyone else ever

Robron vs Caleb - this just seems like it would be fun idk. it could have something to do with Seb because he is just like his dads and finds trouble everywhere which Robert and Aaron always have to solve in the end

Robert vs Kim&Andy - at this point in my AU Andy is with Kim (romantically or as business partners idc) because it serves the purpose of killing two birds with one stone so that Robert can finally FINALLY win back Home Farm

Robert Sugden's Regression - being in charge of Home Farm ofc changes Robert a bit and he starts to become the thing he fears most: his father. Cue him pushing his children and Aaron to the breaking point until, in true soap-fashion, they break up again. The kids split too. Aaron takes their daughter and Seb stays with Robert. And this ofc leads to:

The Parent Trap: Robron Edition - Seb and his sister plot to get their dads back together through a series of funny shenanigans, but then one of them gets seriously hurt in an accident (they should watch out for those evil farm animals amirite? or was it another drunk driver? only the soap gods know) so all the progress they made crumbles. Aaron and Robert blame each other and seem broken up for good

The Biggest Mugs In The World - Aaron and Robert try to prove to themselves and their kids that they dont want anything to do with each other but every time Aaron sends Robert his divorce papers Robert 'misplaces them' until Aaron finds out Robert has been ripping them apart and chucking them into his fancy fireplace. They fight about Robert being a control freak and Aaron a jealous queen, because every person Robert has flirted with since they separated has ended up fleeing the village with their tail tucked between their legs (Aaron made sure of it). This goes on until they have angry make up sex and then hate themselves for it.

Reunion 4.0 - *PROBLEMATIC PLOT ALERT* Seb and Eve become romantically involved and try to hide it from their families (aunt and nephew fits the Dingle lore somehow lmao). When they are found out Robert goes apeshit and casts Seb out of the village (like his dad did to him once) but he and Seb are at The Layby and before Robert can make the biggest mistake of his life, the love of his life arrives just in time to stop him. Robert realizes what he has become and decides to leave Emmerdale himself (after all, he was always the disaster, the one unable to make anybody happy, he should have never comeback etc) but Aaron won't have it. They can't live without each other, and that fact has never been clearer than at that very moment (shot to a teary-eyed Seb behind Aaron). Robert begs for forgiveness and Aaron just scoffs because forgiving Robert is the easiest thing in the world. They had promised each other messed up forever, had they not?

You know. I know.

[shmaptainwrites]

*KICKS DOWN DOOR*

Hiiiiiii!!!!!

I NEED RAVI AND ERIN WITH “I JUST ADORE YOU!”

Thank you 🥰🫨

BESTIE HELL YES HERE YOU GO

Pairings: Ravi Panikkar x Erin Nash (OC)

Warnings: pregnancy and birth mentions

Note: so this is set in the same universe as the Bobby x Reader blurb “I Love You” but with a slight modification made so instead of Reader it’s an OC (Tamara). The plots are exactly the same just one allowed me to be more free with my image of the characters than the other

Adore (4+1)

Ravi’s only plan that day after work was to come home, chuck his bag across the floor, flop onto his couch and fall asleep. He’d only just thrown his bag off to the side when there was a knock at his door and he groaned internally. He didn’t think there could possibly be anything enticing enough to rouse him away from his original plan, but when he opened the door and barely even had a chance to say hi before Erin walked right past him and into the kitchen with a big paper bag the thought crossed his mind that perhaps there was one thing.

“Hey I know you had a long shift today, but I figured you’d be starving since you got off before dinner and I know dad hasn’t been working so the food is probably questionable anyways, and you don’t ever eat nearly as much as you should with all the work that you’re doing,” Erin said without wasting a breath and unpacking the bag she had brought with her.

“Erin, slow down,” Ravi chuckled.

“Sorry,” she said, feeling her cheeks warm up in embarrassment due to her rambling. “I brought your burritos from your favourite place. I thought we could have dinner together.”

Ravi came over to his friend and wrapped her tightly in his arms.

“Erin, you are my favourite person in the world right now,” he said. “I was just going to come home and crash and I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until I smelt-oh my God is that the steak burrito?”

“Yep,” Erin laughed and handed it to him. “And your favourite drink to go with it,” she handed him a giant bottle of sparkling mango juice.

Ravi couldn’t help himself, he pressed a kiss to her cheek and dragged her and the food to the couch.

Ravi was so hungry he ate his first burrito before Erin could even get halfway through hers.

“Lucky I got you another one,” she chuckled and pulled more food out of the bag.

This time he ate a little more slowly as they chatted and caught up over the time they hadn’t seen each other. Erin opened the mango juice and took a sip straight from the bottle before passing it over to Ravi who laughed as she drank from the comically large bottle.

Erin told him about another odd thing her supervisor had done recently when she had gone in to look over some things for her thesis with her and Ravi just watched her with the sweetest look in his eyes.

“Ravi, why are you looking at me like that,” she chuckled.

“I just…adore you,” he smiled.

“Okay someone’s feeling a little sappy,” she playfully nudged him.

“No I mean it,” he sat up properly. “You know what I need before even I know it. You remember my favourite things, you come and tell me the most random stories about your supervisor, what more reason do I need?”

“Alright,” she smiled. “I’ll take your word for it Panikkar.”

—

“Ravi,” Erin stopped him quickly. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Of course you can, Erin your dad is my boss,” he emphasized. “If I can face him every day at work, you can meet my parents.”

“I know, I know,” she nodded but squirmed with stress. Ravi gently grabbed her wrists and got her to look him in the eye. “I just really want them to like me.”

“They’re going to love you,” he assured you. “That’s a Panikkar promise.”

Ravi gave her a quick kiss for comfort and she nodded once more, taking a deep breath before Ravi knocked on the door.

When the door opened, the couple barely had a moment to breathe before they were engulfed in warm hugs from both Ravi’s parents.

“Erin, it's so good to meet you,” his mother said. “You’re just as beautiful as he described.”

She came to gently cradle Erin’s face in a motherly way and Erin couldn’t help but smile, maybe Ravi was right this wouldn’t be so bad.

“Please let’s go inside, dinner is ready,” his father ushered them in and Erin admired the home her boyfriend had grown up in. It reminded her of her parents’ first house in Minnesota, a little bit on the smaller side, but not lacking in personality.

“Erin, I hope Ravi’s made you his favourite dish before,” his mother said.

“Barbecued chicken seasoned with some masala spices right?” she turned to Ravi and he nodded his head.

“Did he ever tell you how that came about?” his father asked.

“No I don’t think he has?” she shook her head while Ravi pulled out her chair for her.

“Must have slipped my mind,” he squeezed her shoulder. “I don’t know why mama finds it so funny.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s funny,” his mother offered, placing a dish full of chicken on the table while his dad brought the rice. “You’ll see why I like the story once I tell it,” she assured Erin. “Ravi’s father and I were always worried that since he was born here in LA, he wouldn’t appreciate the food we grew up on as much as the food all the other kids around him were eating, but one day he comes back from class and asks me if we can have barbecue for dinner. So I try to throw something together and decided to season the chicken with some masala spices. Lo and behold, Ravi becomes obsessed with the dish and we have it once a week for the rest of the year. He’d share it with his friends, ask for it on his birthday, anything, you name it.”

“Oh that is sweet,” Erin grinned. “I’m not sure how much Ravi’s told you about my family, but food is very big for us. My dad was training to become a chef before he was a firefighter. So I’m very glad you guys are sharing this with me.”

“Of course,” Ravi’s father nodded. “Anyone who’s important to our son is important to us.”

Erin smiled again and the two older Panikkar’s didn’t hesitate to begin to serve her food.

The conversation around the dinner table was lighthearted with lots of laughs. Erin knew Ravi was not easily embarrassed, but his parents seemed to know all the right stories to tell to make him hide his face in mortification.

After dinner was over, Ravi and Erin cleared the table together and Ravi asked Erin if she felt okay to spend some time with his parents without him while he washed the dishes.

“Yeah, I think I’ll be okay,” she nodded and they shared another quick kiss before parting ways.

Erin sat next to Ravi’s mother who took her hands in her own and began recounting stories of her son from his childhood.

“What was it like growing up in Minnesota?” his father asked.

“Cold,” Erin chuckled, “but it was home. I played hockey as a kid so I have a lot of memories from tournaments and games. My parents were my biggest cheerleaders. I think you guys would actually get along really well.”

“From what Ravi tells us I think so too,” Mr. Panikkar nodded.

“Ravi,” Erin called. “What’s a good story from my childhood that I can tell?”

“The one about when Mari was born,” he responded.

Of course he would pick that one. Erin chuckled and thought to herself.

“Alright, so my sister Mariella was born under pretty interesting circumstances. My mother’s pregnancy with her was quite difficult so my dad wanted to treat her to a weekend away before she was due. I stayed with my uncle during this time, but it turns out my sister had no intention of waiting until her due date and came early. My dad had to deliver her in the cabin they were staying in and it was a whole thing,” she waved her hand. “Anyways, when my parents came over to my uncle’s home with my baby sister I refused to believe she was my sister because I didn’t meet her at the hospital like my parents had promised. It took them a whole month to convince me that she was, in fact, my little sister and during that first month I made their life absolute hell because I thought she was some sort of imposter sent out to steal my parents from me.”

Erin could hear Ravi laughing from the kitchen and his parents joined in with him, the story was ridiculous but she was six and headstrong, it took a lot to deter her from her opinions.

When Ravi came back into the living room, he saw Erin squished between his parents, bent over a photo album, sharing stories and laughing together like they’d known each other for ages.

The night soon came to an end and Erin and Ravi were sent on their way with containers of food and dessert.

After the door closed behind them, Ravi pulled Erin close and pressed a firm kiss to her lips.

“I adore you,” he smiled. “And I think it’s safe to say my parents do too.”

Erin laughed and simply pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Good, because I love them.”

Ravi wrapped an arm around Erin’s waist and sighed contentedly when Erin rested her head against his shoulder as they walked to the car.

—

Erin yawned and stretched her arms out only to have her yawn stifled by a kiss.

“Good morning Mrs. Panikkar,” Ravi mumbled against her lips and she couldn’t help but grin.

“Morning, Mr. Panikkar.”

When her eyes finally adjusted to the warm morning light pouring into their room, she turned around to face her husband only to be pulled in close to his chest.

“How long have you been staring at me,” she asked with a chuckle.

“Oh not too long, just half an hour,” Ravi shrugged.

“Half an hour?!” Erin laughed. “Ravi, you should have woken me up!”

“You just looked so peaceful,” he tilted her chin up to look at him. “And I know better than to disturb the bride and her beauty sleep.”

“Says the guy who threw a fit when I woke him up at nine for a dentist appointment,” Erin rolled her eyes and Ravi laughed.

Erin let one of her hands rest against Ravi’s cheek before running her fingers through his hair. She couldn’t believe she was married, and lucky enough to be married to her best friend.

“I love you,” she smiled with a look of fondness in her eyes.

“I love you too,” Ravi leaned down and kissed her slowly, savouring every moment.

When they pulled apart he took her hand and pressed small kisses along the intricate designs so carefully drawn on them.

Ravi thought Erin had been a saint, listening to both of their parents and including them in the planning process while still making the wedding their own.

He promised himself he wouldn’t cry, but when he saw Erin walk out dressed in a beautiful flowing lehenga — at the insistence of his own mother — he couldn’t keep the tears at bay.

“What are you thinking about?” Erin asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Last night,” he tilted his head downwards so his forehead could rest against hers. “How lucky I am to have you in my life, how I just adore you.”

“I’m just as lucky,” Erin insisted. “I got to marry my best friend.”

“We’re both a little screwed for tonight though,” he chuckled. “Family dinner.”

“Oh God, Mari and Val are going to be relentless,” Erin groaned.

“Don’t worry I have a game plan,” Ravi assured Erin.

“Which is?”

“Tell on them. Specifically to your mother.”

Erin burst out laughing and nodded her head,

“A perfect plan,” she kissed him once more, thinking she’d never been happier in her whole life.

—

“Oh my goodness,” Tamara whispered. “She’s so-she’s so precious.”

Erin and Ravi smiled, looking down at the sweet little new born baby in their arms, the baby they had created.

“Everyone, this is Mina Panikkar,” Erin introduced. “Mina meet your grandparents and aunties.”

Ravi and Erin both gave their daughter a kiss before passing her first to Erin’s mother, Tamara, who was immediately crowded by the rest of the relatives.

Bobby quickly slipped away to give a kiss to his own daughter and remind her of how proud he and her mother were of her.

Ravi was glued to his wife’s side, unable to believe there was a time when he thought this wouldn’t be a good idea. The second Mina was born, any lingering remaining senses of doubt had vanished, all that mattered was her and Erin. It was that simple.

Ravi sat next to Erin on the hospital bed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her gently into his side.

“If you’re tired you can sleep,” he whispered to her.

“I’m okay,” she assured him. “Plus you think I’d miss this show?” she pointed to her parents and in-laws already smothering her child while her sisters stood annoyed in the back that they weren’t getting their turn.

“Hey Mari, where’s Buck?” Erin asked.

“He wanted to bring you guys something, he’s on his way,” she said. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore, a little dazed,” Erin admitted. “But happy. I’m very happy.”

“What about you, Ravi?” Valerie jumped in.

“I’m not gonna lie I freaked out when she went into labour, but now that Mina’s here and healthy and safe,” he shrugged, there wasn’t a word to encompass what he was feeling.

“You guys seem really at peace,” Mariella noted.

“Yeah,” Erin sighed. “It’s easy to feel that way when you know your baby’s going to be so loved.”

Ravi pressed a kiss to Erin’s temple as they watched the grandparents finally let Mariella and Valerie get a little closer and come say hi to their niece.

“Erin,” he whispered.

“Yeah, V?”

“I adore you.”

Erin smiled and curled in closer to her husband.

“Good. That’s the least I deserve after pushing a human out of my body after growing it for nine months.”

Ravi chuckled and kissed Erin once more.

“Yes, it definitely is.”

—

“Mommy! Mom! Psst!”

Erin blinked her eyes open and saw her daughter leaning forward on the edge of her bed.

“Wake up! Daddy’s coming with a surprise!”

Erin yawned with a small chuckle, it wasn’t much of a surprise now, but she listened to her daughter and sat up on the bed, pulling her up there with her.

“Did Daddy send you in here to see if I was awake?” Erin asked and Mina nodded.

“Daddy! Mommy’s awake!” she yelled and Erin laughed, this was definitely not the way Ravi wanted things to go.

The door opened to their room and Ravi came in with baby Anush strapped to his chest and a tray full of breakfast foods and coffee.

“I’m assuming there’s no point in saying surprise?” he asked and Erin nodded. “Happy anniversary sweetheart.”

“Happy anniversary, Ravi,” Erin and Ravi shared a sweet kiss before Mina decided to break them apart.

“Mommy look, I helped Daddy with the waffles,” she pointed and Erin gave her a smacking kiss on her cheek.

“I see that! Thank you my lovey,” Erin grinned. “And thank you too,” she held Ravi’s hand and looked at him fondly while her son lay fast asleep against his chest.

“There is one thing though that is really a surprise,” he pulled something out of his pocket. “Just a little present.”

She took the envelope from his hands and peeled it open only to see two seasons tickets to the Anaheim Ducks.

“What do you think? Date nights for the next little bit?” he asked.

“Ravi, I adore you,” she chuckled and brought him in for another kiss. “I adore how you know me, how you love me, how you love our children. I adore every single piece of you.”

A bright smile made its way to Ravi’s face and he easily slipped his hand into Erin’s.

“The feeling is mutual,” he kissed her hand. “Very much mutual.”

Tags: @lostinthefandoms11 @honeybrowne

[rayrayor]

mybrainismelted

Weekly tag Wednesday!! 🌟🌟🌟

Thanks to @mybrainismelted and @energievie for the tag

1. if you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do? Bezos and mass raises , better benefits and stopping the million square feet warehouses

2. what’s your most trivial / dumbest hot take? oh gosh. Ummm…. Oh yeah I have an aging pit bull should be able to declare him a dependent .

3. if you had to teach a college course what would it be? Primate taxonomy cause my professor was so dry, would liven it up, chuck bones at nappers😈

4. season 12 of shameless is suddenly happen and youve been put in charge! what plot point(s) Galladads, Mandy coming back .iggy becoming a trusted employee of Gallavich . Ethyl and Malik returning .

5. who would be your godly parent? (can be any mythology). Athena .

6. what’s something you love about yourself? I am a survivor who figured out how to thrive .

7. describe your day in 5 emojis: 🤬🤬🤪🤬🙄

8. what shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight? Frank

9. tell us 2 truths and a lie, we’ll try to guess the lie!

I have a degree in Forensic Anthropology

I am allergic the oil of Bergamot

I met Jimmy Carter as a kid

10. do you have a pet(s). if so how did they get their name? Let’s see my niece named psycho baby kitty. Oz was named by my son and Cash my boxer for Johnny.

11. show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence

12. whats your typical coffee / tea / beverage order? Coffee black,tea green with milk or a pixie stick redbull 🙄

13. use a song to describe the last 5 years of your life?

2019- crazy train

2020- basket case

2021- Tennessee Whiskey

2022- Fist City

2023- IAint that a kick in the head

Tagging @mickeyheartian @gembu-tortuesouscafeine @lupeloto @ian-galagher and all wanting to play

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

Mama’s boy chapter 5

Plot summary: Spider works up the courage to ask Quaritch about his mother. He’ll quickly learn that his mama was just as feral as he is.

Relationships: Spider Socorro and Miles Quaritich Paz Socorro/Miles Quaritch

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45725335/chapters/115720492

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      By the look on his son’s face Quaritch could tell that Spider didn’t find this story of his parents as amusing as the other members of their group. There was quite the mix of emotions there. Bewilderment for sure. Disgust. Anger. The boy was speechless and completely oblivious to the light hearted chatter of the rest of the team. Quaritch said nothing, simply watched his son, waiting for his response.   

    After a beat, Spider looked up at him, glaring. He hissed “What the fuck is wrong with you.” Quaritch held his gaze but said nothing in response. “You gave my mom a concussion!” 

   Quaritch shrugged “She gave me a concussion too. I don’t see you getting all upset on my behalf.”   

   Spider looked revolted. He sprung up, stalking away from the circle as fast as he could. Quaritch stood, turned towards his son's retreating form.  “I don’t know what you're expecting here kid. Your mama and I were like a wildfire and an oil rig. Explosive. Volatile. If that makes you uncomfortable then quit asking about her.”  

   Spider didn’t face him, but Quaritch could still hear the boy's angry snarling, see the tension in his muscles and his clenched fist. His son’s earlier words echoed in his head. What’d you do to her. Spider was probably thinking he was a monster.    

    He can think whatever he wants. It didn’t matter to Quaritch. He knew the truth. And if Spider couldn’t handle that, well then, Quaritch would just stop telling him. He promised himself then, with the image of his son’s disgusted horrified face burned into his mind forever, that he would never tell Spider a thing about his mother ever again.  

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   He knew before even opening his eyes that he was in the med bag. He could hear the steady beeping of machines. Smell the disinfectant in the air. Feel the bandage around his head and the I.v in his arm. His head was pounding but despite the pain he opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings.  

    The room was dimly lit. He looked to his left, his head screaming in protest of even that simple movement. Nothing but empty beds. He set his jaw and with many grunts and heavy breaths turned to his right. And there she was, sleeping in the bed next to his, a bandage on her right temple, face peaceful, completely oblivious to the pain she was about to be in when she awoke.  

    He laid there just studying the plans of her face. A nurse had undone her braid, letting Paz’s long curls splay out around her. It was probably the concussion talking, but he really wanted to reach out, and take one of those curls in hand, feel it slip between his fingers. The image of her fiery brown eyes was running through his mind as he stared at her, willing her to open those eyes.  

   Finally the sound of her breathing changed as she began to stir. A long, deep groan signaled her return to consciousness. He chuckled ruthfully at her expense “Serves you right.”    

  She glared at him with bleary eyes.  “Go fuck yourself, and die. Rat fucking bastard.” Miles chucked again at her insults. Her heart hadn’t been in it, she didn’t really mean it.    

  Their voices allerted the nurses and doctor to their patients' return to consciousness. The doctor stood in front of both their beds out of view of both of his patients, who were in too much pain to sit up. “You two got into quite the fight from what I’ve heard.” Miles grunted, Paz pointedly stared at the ceiling. “You both have a concussion. We’ve patched up all your wounds. You both should be completely fine in a few weeks. For now we have to keep you here for 48 hours just to be sure your head injuries aren’t more severe then we first thought. Any questions?” He was answered with heavy silence. “....alright then. There's a remote attached to the side of your bed with a button you can push if you need anything.” With that he left.

  For a long time they just layed there, staring at the ceiling, completely silent. Every moment felt like an eternity. His head pounded like a drum, making his vision fuzzy and ears throb. It wasn’t the worst he’d endured by any stretch, but damn did it suck.

 “What’s your favorite color?” Her sudden question both physically and mentally surprised him.

  “Why?”

  He saw her shrug out of the corner of his eye “You read my file. You know all about me but I don't know shit about you. After all this bull fuckery, I think I deserve some answers.”

   Miles scoffed “Entitled ass brat. You don’t deserve shit.”  She didn’t respond to that. He wished she would fire back with some biting comment but she didn’t. It made a knot twist in his stomach. “Green.”

   He heard her smirk “Army green I’m guessing.” He didn’t respond.

  There was an awkward pause. Just to fill the silence Miles asked “what about you.”

   “Eh, I’m not picky. They're all nice I guess.”

    “But if you had to pick one..”

    “ aaahhh…red I guess…if I have to pick one.”

   That fit her, Miles thought, a fiery color for a fiery lady. In the back of his mind he couldn’t stop himself from thinking, she’d look damn fine in red. He killed that thought quickly feeling slightly embarrassed with himself.

  “Okay favorite genre of music” Paz said “wait let me guess. You like country and dad rock.”

   “Now that’s just profiling. Besides what's wrong with country and dad rock.” She giggled at that. An honest to god giggle. It made him smile. They went back and forth like that for hours. They had next to nothing in common. But they did share a knack for quick comebacks and sharp wit. It felt like they were sparring again, even though they were just talking. This time though the objective wasn’t to take the other down. It was to make them laugh. Time slipped away, the pain slipped away. He never wanted to leave this moment.

   “Did you leave anyone back on earth?” her voice got slightly higher when she said that. The only tell that she was nervous to ask it. “Family? Wife? Kids?”

   Miles scoffed “Hell no. I’m not dumb enough to get caught up with a wife, let alone kids. Too busy for all that.” He swore he saw her relax at his words. Miles went on “My parents have been dead for years now. We weren’t close. I wasn’t really torn up about it.”

  “Finally something we have in common.” he gave her a questioning look.

   “We’re both orphans!” Paz looked so happy over this new piece of information. Miles had to laugh at her.

   “I guess so.”

    “Do you ever think about going back to earth?” Something somber seemed to pass between them at the thought of returning to their dying homeworld.

   “No” That one word carried the weight of thousands. My fights here. I’m needed here. I’m dying here.

   “What about you? Barely been here two days and already gotten into one hell of a mess. Do you regret coming?”

   “No” I’ve got nothing on earth. I’m alone. There's no hope of a life there. But here? I can fight. I can carve out a future. I can live.           

[bohemian-nights]

since sophie is a black woman, i hope that shonda does have more input there. like that’s her bread and butter, i knows there’s multiple black women in the room, but i still want shonda to write that, like she’ll serve! i think the mistake with this season was not having a whole season of colin pining. it could’ve worked if we saw more yearning from his side. frannie and john are so beautiful, they were more romantic and sweet, a huge stand out for me.

Shonda definitely needs to step in for our queen Sophie and our messy but lovable art hoe Benedict cause this season has been subpar so far.

Now in terms of this season, Colin doesn’t pin for Penelope in the books and it works so that wasn’t really the problem. The problem is that the leads still don’t have chemistry, Colin is not leading man material, the ton is truthfully getting boring, and the show needs to quit it with the 21 million different sideplots.

I’m probably going to piss some people off, but 75% of these characters need to go.

Unless Lady Danburys brother is going to marry Violet he should be a one season and done character.

I love to see Black love on screen, but Will and Alice are not necessary to the plot. In fact the only reason why they are being propped up is because of the Featheringtons. If they are related to Sophie they can stay, but they aren’t adding to the plot.

The Featheringtons after this season should be gone. I’ve always loved Porsha, but even she’s getting stale. The whole baby Lord Featherington plot can be wrapped up in the last five minutes ala Simon and Daphne style. I don’t want to see these hideously dressed people on my screen any longer.

Yes I’m aware of little Agatha being their firstborn, but like with Simon and Daphne they can retcon things and have Penelope give birth to a son that way we can be done with this,

The Cowpers, where do I start with them? I know people want them to be Sophie’s stepfamily and there is the whole Araminta thing, but I personally hate them more than the Featheringtons.

Cressida doesn’t need to be redeemed(shows need to stop trying to make assholes nice), her parents are not interesting, and I’m tired of seeing boring people on my screen. If they are actually Sophie’s stepfamily Shondaland made the wrong decision.

Probably my most controversial take, but returning couples don’t really need to be in anything more than one or two episodes. Kanthony being mostly MIA was not a deal breaker for me. If I’m being 100% honest I did not miss them at all 🤷🏽‍♀️(I’ll return to this).

I don’t really care about Eloise so I won’t mention her much. Also because I know she’s next after Benedict her story needs to be developed so just chuck her with Frannie and John in Scotland.

I love, love, love Queen Charlotte, long may she reign, but unless she’s somehow related to Sophie she needs to be limited. At most she should only be there for one of two episodes. Her presence isn’t needed beyond that.

Frannie and John are really cute(I’m going to gif ever last scene they are in together 🙌🏽).They are the only thing about this season that I have liked. You’ll hear no complaints from me with their screen-time.

Back to the returning couples issue also Benophie season shouldn’t be the Kanthony and Benophie season or the Polin and Benophie season. It should be Benophies season.

We do not need to see any of these people for more than one or two episodes. They would’ve had there time by then. If we have to switch back to some other couple it should be Frannie and John or Eloise.

And in case anyone thinks I’m being a hypocrite, I don’t care if Sophie and Benedict only are in two episodes by the time season 5 rolls around. I definitely don’t care if they are completely gone from the show by season 6. Returning couples are not needed like that.

Overall I’m getting sick of the ton. I don’t care about the debutants. I don’t care about their family’s. The balls and soirées are pretty to look at, but they add nothing. These pointless love triangles add nothing. These side characters add nothing. Whistledown adds nothing. I’m bored. This show is boring me.

Bridgerton needs a new setting and new blood. So it’s time to say goodbye to the ton and hello to the country. It’s time for Shonda to step back in like what she did with QC and give Benophie the season they deserve especially after the fact that they have been skipped.

The focus should be on them and their love story.

I need the drama, I need the mess, and I need Benedict obsessing over Sophie from the moment they meet cause who wouldn’t obsess over this:

Trust and believe Benophie can stand on its own.

And for love of all that is holy, Netflix needs to find some other way of keeping subscribers than splitting the show in two or three parts.

[bumblebwii]

BTS X THE WALKING DEAD C3

Jungkook centric! Please read the previous two parts before this one aha :)

6K word count

Summary:

He was left alone for a while, he fell asleep quickly, discarded bits of twine close by to kill off any threats. His dreams were plagued by his parents, by Jimin, by all of those awful kids at school and Jungkook felt weak in his dreams for a while, cowering away from their attacks in the corner, until his tears solidified into a weapon and his sadness solidified into anger and he used it to fuel his thirst for blood, picking them off one by one in a little game of hide and seek. Jungkook won.

CONTENT WARNINGS

depictions of murder, cannibalism, blood, gore, bad people, bad parents and trauma.

Jungkook let out a gentle breath, a long exhale that barely made a noise as he used it to carry away the day’s intensity. Corrupt bosses meant that the company was beginning to crumble and sink, they didn’t care for the little people and that was the first fault in the company’s structure. The company was on its knees and going under; it would take Jungkook down with it if he didn’t get out soon. He was turning twenty two, his birthday was sneaking up on him like a horror movie plot line and he could not help but feel overwhelmed by it. 

The first year of university had been just as bad as his high school friends had prophesied it would be, as bad as Jimin had warned him about, but it had been fun, and had brought him to an oasis in a desert that was shaped like a twenty-three year old Min Yoongi. The boy who had pulled Jungkook out of the lifeless cycle he was sticking himself in. The door of the small house jammed as Jungkook tried to push it open, like it usually did, and Jungkook groaned as he barged it with his shoulder to get it open. His house was a little house share situation, there were six of them in the three bedroom house, two in each room; it was how he and Yoongi got together, they shared the same room and grew inseparable. Their other flatmates were like ghosts and they barely saw each other; it was ideal for the young couple. 

Yoongi was standing at the stove, cooking something that smelled divine and Jungkook could not hold back the smile that spread over his face. “Hi.” Yoongi smiled, stirring something happily, “dinner’s nearly done I’ve just-,” Jungkook shuffled over and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist and let his head rest against Yoongi’s shoulders, it was a back hug sent from heaven after the day from hell that Jungkook had gone through. Yoongi patted Jungkook’s hands lovingly, letting the younger boy simply rest there for a second, “I’ve missed you too. Now, go wash up and get comfy then I’ll bring dinner up to our room, okay?” Jungkook nodded, detaching himself from Yoongi before dragging his body up for a shower. Getting into his pyjamas had always been Jungkook’s favourite part of the day. 

Yoongi came in with their food just as Jungkook was changing and whistled playfully over Jungkook’s half naked, damp appearance and Jungkook stuck his tongue out, “please, I look like a zombie. Work was dreadful and I’m either gonna quit tomorrow or just hold off until I get another job.”

“If this is what zombies are gonna look like then I can’t wait for the apocalypse. If you need to quit then quit, we’ll be alright. I’m working and I can always take on a few more shifts until you can find another job. My parents are happy to help us with shopping money too.” Yoongi reassured him, setting out the food along the floor, they could not afford a little table, then again, the house was too small to fit one, even if they could afford one. “You’re too young to worry about stuff like this, honey. You’ll be grey by twenty seven.”

“I think I’d look sexy with grey hair. At least I’d not have to worry about buying bleach if I wanted to go pink again.”

Yoongi chucked to himself and took a bite of food, watching as Jungkook shimmied on a pair of pyjama bottoms. Life was stressful but it was dinners spent with the love of his life after an awful day that made Jungkook’s heart feel fully content. Jungkook wanted to spend the rest of his life doing this, eating and laughing with Yoongi, watching some sci-fi comedy on their shared laptop, or scrolling through social media and laughing at the memes that shaped the pair’s humour. 

Yoongi was a great cook, although that was to be expected of a culinary student who dreamed of opening his own restaurant. Jungkook supported him all the way, Yoongi’s restaurant would be out of this world. Yoongi was teaching Jungkook to cook, ever patient and caring. He was like that only for Jungkook though, because from talking with Yoongi’s peers, the older boy gives Gordon Ramsey a run for his money. Darling-boy Yoongi with his soft smile and benevolent habits was a terrifying man in the kitchen, he ran a tight ship and had a commanding aura. One that he threw in the bin when it came to Jungkook and he helped Jungkook with anything; piano, cooking, building, budgeting, all of it rolled with gentle chuckles and careful, wonderful hands.

Their food had long been finished, crusted onto the plates before Jungkook huffed out a little squeeze of air and took them into the kitchen to be washed. It was no surprise when Yoongi trailed after Jungkook with a small blurt of information about the show and actors they were watching. It was a little habit of Yoongi’s to know the who, what, where and when’s of films and series and Jungkook could listen to the man talk for hours, which Yoongi often did, little tangents here and there about whatever thoughts Yoongi had cropped up mid sentence. Yoongi could be a whirlwind when he felt comfortable enough with you; a little goofball and Jungkook’s beaming ray of sunshine.

Love felt good to Jungkook, like sitting on the world’s comfiest settee after being on your feet for hours, like submerging yourself in a pool of perfectly cold water on those humid summer days. Yoongi had quickly become an important cog in Jungkook’s life, he had crept in and captured Jungkook’s innocent heart in a short span of half a year and Yoongi had pulled Jungkook up into feeling like a functional member of society after a lifetime of feeling like an outcast in his own home.

“Jimin-ah called me earlier, Jungkook.” Yoongi said softly, a wary tone sewing itself into Yoongi’s voice. Jungkook and Jimin had a weird relationship to say the least. Jungkook both loved and hated his older brother for being the only person before Yoongi to actually give half a shit about Jungkook, but Jungkook also hated Jimin for being the poster child for everything in their parent’s eyes and unintentionally being the reason for all of Jungkook’s anguish. Jimin was the sweetest person alive, so full of love and grace and all things lovely, always had been, he had been graced with perfect features, perfect nature, perfect everything. That’s something their parent’s would rub in like some lemon and salt concoction onto a gaping wound as they pointed out all of the features Jungkook still needed to grow into or change; the nature he needed to alter. It drove Jungkook crazy.

Jungkook nodded gently and smiled tightly, “oh.” He took a sip of his drink and Yoongi let out a slow sigh. 

“He was asking all about you.” Yoongi and Jimin were close friends, quickly forming a bond that Jungkook was both endeared and apprehensive about. They would talk often, much more often than Jungkook and Jimin would. “He misses you, Jk. He wants you to call at some point so that you can decide when to have that coffee with him like you promised.”

“Ugh, he never forgets anything. That was an empty promise. I don’t even like coffee.” Jungkook huffed into his glass like he did not want Yoongi to hear and scold him.

“He loves you. You forget that.” Yoongi said lightly with a disapproving shake of his head, “so call him and go buy a smoothie instead. Anyway, he called to tell you that your parents are coming tomorrow at noon and they’re taking us to lunch.”

Jungkook chugged the rest of his drink and groaned loudly. There was no escaping his parents grilling him half to death tomorrow at lunch. Jimin most definitely will be there too, gleaming and innocently stomping Jungkook into the asphalt. “I honestly think that being shot in the leg would be far less painful than sitting around a dinner table with my family.”

—

When Jungkook awoke, it was to the feeling of cold metal against his chest and a dead feeling in his limbs, “fuck.” He mumbled, voice clogged with sleep.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would have said that was attractive.” Taehyung sighed, pinching Jungkook’s face in between his fingers and thumb, moving Jungkook’s face side to side and checking Jungkook’s pupil reaction. “I remember you that day. You saved me. Us. Thank you.” Taehyung said, “it’s a shame you turned out like this. We could’ve been great friends, your brother is the greatest.”

It was a knee-jerk reaction to let out an annoyed snarl of a sound, old cauterised wounds reopening at the remark about the two brothers, a constant thorn in Jungkook’s childhood of everyone preferring Jimin to him, of their parents asking Jungkook why he could not be more like their oldest son. 

“Hit a nerve, did we?” Taehyung laughed softly, “Yoongi’s told me all about your little childhood trauma and as someone who took a great liking to neurology, I can’t help but see why you’re the way that you are.” Taehyung had a sweetness about him, but it was boxed away and hidden away beneath a mound of post-apocalyptic ice-heartedness. “Jimin wants to see you.” Taehyung said and cut some of the twine to free Jungkook up a little bit, pulling him into a wheelchair. “You can try to run, but I’ll put a bullet in your other leg and leave it there.” He offered as he pushed Jungkook out of the cell and into another one, They were on a top floor, the stairs not too far away, Jungkook’s leg was in agony, he chose to hold off on the running, it was in his best interest to stay in the wheelchair for now. He’ll run when he’s more healed and better equipped. 

Jimin’s cell was glowing with the light of a yellow-bulb lamp and Jungkook scoffed quietly, typical, it was alive with gentle murmurs and his older brother’s light laughter. “Googie!” Jimin smiled, leaning out of his bed to hug Jungkook, swatting away Namjoon’s worrying hands before engulfing Jungkook in a tight hug. “You’re okay!” There were tears in his voice and Jungkook tried not to shove the other brother away, he tried to collect the good memories together just so he didn’t cause more harm than good; Jungkook took a deep breath. 

“Jimin.” Jungkook patted his back. When Jimin pulled away from the hug, he held Jungkook’s face in his hands and inspected him closely. Jungkook found it infuriating how light and baby-faced Jimin still looked. The apocalypse had taken no physical toll on his older brother, he was still as gorgeous and perfect as ever and their parents would be proud, boastful. The apocalypse had not been so kind to Jungkook, who developed scars and sharper, uninviting features; his skin wrinkled in certain places and in the quick reflections he caught of himself, Jungkook looked old, older than he truly was. Thankfully though, no grey hair.  

“Thirty four looks good on you little bro!” Jimin smiled, it was odd, as if they weren’t surviving an apocalypse, as if Jungkook had immigrated somewhere far for a few years. As if Jungkook had not nearly killed Jimin and felt no remorse in doing so.

“Does it?” Jungkook asked, eyebrow raised, “I would say thirty eight looks good on you, but I’d be a liar. You look half dead. Or maybe a quarter dead would be more fitting considering our current society.” Jungkook shrugged, half a dead laugh edging at his lips.

“Oh, come on, he looks fine, even you can see that!” Taehyung huffed, pushing all of Jungkook’s buttons, “couldn’t even tell you almost died, Jimin.” Taehyung lightly hit Jungkook’s shoulder and Jungkook glared up at him. “You should compliment your brother, it's the least you could do. He looks far better than you do and we only took the bullet from your leg.”

Jimin mumbled something that Jungkook did not bother to listen to and he pushed himself up off the wheelchair, he was much taller than Taehyung, who honestly was so beautiful Jungkook felt bad for cursing him mentally. Taehyung looked tired and prematurely aged by his profession, but he managed to pull it off and look like he had never faced a day of trauma in his life. Jungkook hated it, hated him. Everyone in the cell rose to alert at Jungkook standing, ready to shoot to kill, but Jungkook rolled his eyes and limped away, ignoring whatever they were saying to him and he shut the door to his cell and laid on the top bunk.

He was left alone for a while, he fell asleep quickly, discarded bits of twine close by to kill off any threats. His dreams were plagued by his parents, by Jimin, by all of those awful kids at school and Jungkook felt weak in his dreams for a while, cowering away from their attacks in the corner, until his tears solidified into a weapon and his sadness solidified into anger and he used it to fuel his thirst for blood, picking them off one by one in a little game of hide and seek. Jungkook won.

Jungkook awoke naturally to an unnatural atmosphere. It was silent, deadly so. He got down from the top bunk clumsily on the count of his damaged thigh and observed the open cell door and wondered if this was a test where he would be shot the moment he dared darken the threshold with his feet. He stared at it for a while until the sound of quiet cries stole his attention, Jimin was in floods of tears, tied to the bed much like Jungkook had been and the older one of the pair looked at Jungkook with wide, pleading eyes.

“You’re awake! Untie me.” Jungkook stayed unmoving and he continued to watch his brother. He could kill him. “Please, Jungkook. This is important! They went to go and talk with these people who we’ve been having trouble with and it’s gone quiet. I need to go.” Jungkook nodded once and walked towards his older brother, who watched him with a hopeful gleam, puppy-dog eyes that lured most people in and tricked them into giving Jimin all that he demanded. Not Jungkook. 

He leaned in closer to Jimin and placed one final kiss to the forehead. It was a venture that soothed the inner part of himself that rejoiced in his brother’s survival, it entertained the scattered part of himself that he was tricking his brother and kissing him goodbye to either let him starve or become some other fucked up person’s toy for a while, it lessened his sane-self’s unwillingness to procrastinate death and made him want to live more alongside his only living friend and brother.

“Fuck it.” Jungkook huffed and ran over the threshold. Still not dead. Jimin was smarter than to make a ruckus, there were outsiders here and shouting would only lead them to where he is incapacitated. Jungkook took a little stroll through the block, taking his weapons back. Guns. Knife. Bat. Crossbow. The crossbow had been a little treat for himself from one of the rooms and it hung over his shoulders and across his chest like it was some festival bag. 

Walking up to what used to be some sort of communal room, Jungkook did not anticipate hearing familiar voices, assuming everyone would be dead. He approached silently and waited in the dark doorway, unseen, unheard, armed. It was a circular room with two floors, donut-shaped top floor that allowed a circle of dim light in the centre bottom floor and almost pitch shadows, perfect shadows for hiding, around the edge beneath the flooring of the top floor. He watched on as Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi tried to bargain the survival of Seokjin and Taehyung, who had been grabbed by two ugly, beer-bellied men looking to get their dicks sucked and blood thirst quenched. Jungkook ate these kinds of people; did not even bother in hearing them out. What surprised Jungkook, however, were the two girls and a nimble looking boy sneaking around the shadows, knives ready to attack the three in the middle, unseen, unheard. Fun. A level playing field.

This little band of six were his to kill and his only. Jungkook was a possessive man. Sue him.

Jungkook took a calculated step into the shadows, the smallest girl, early twenties, was closest and henceforth, Jungkook’s first victim. He had perfected silent killings, the apocalypse called for silence and Jungkook steeled himself to be at her almighty, beaconing call. He grabbed her quickly and pushed the knife into the base of her jaw below the ear and pulled quickly across before jabbing it into the base of her skull so that she did not turn, then he lowered her to the floor with ease, despite the hot blood that cascaded over his hands. Jungkook missed that feeling, someone else’s blood coating his hand, another last breath stolen by his god-awful presence. 

The boy was next, running right into Jungkook’s little trap and finding himself slaughtered like the first girl, bleeding and dead on the floor, Jungkook loved the sight of blood, loved the feeling of stepping in the viscous, sticky liquid, but right now, Jungkook had to avoid it because sticky boots were noisy and Jungkook needed to stay unheard. The third girl was unaware of the fate of her companions, so did not bat an eyelid when someone stood behind her as she readied herself to attack, motioning something that must have meant something to the dead ones. Her attack would never happen though as Jungkook beat her to it, acting quickly and uncaring, he cut her throat and her brain stem and dropped her to the floor. 

Whoever these men were, they were foolish. It was three of them, slow and fat and they stunk of rancid body odour. Jungkook hated body odour. He hated people like this, who did things without poise and common sense. What Jungkook hated the most, however, was the bargaining, the talking, dragging this whole thing out by its old, wrinkly balls; these were the creeps that had been causing their little group of six problems? Pathetic. Kill first, think later. Realistically, Jungkook knew there could possibly be more than the sorry saps that just so happened to be present and dying today and that their deaths could cause some reality tv drama Jungkook was too disconnected to truly care about, but if Jungkook was going to exploit and farm these people for his own greedy benefit, then he wanted them to at least go down with a little bit of a fight and preparation. Jungkook wanted it to be fun; so he’d guide them, teach them how to have apocalyptic brains, rather than diplomatic brains, herd them right into their own pens and then the moment it all clicks together for them, it’s too late. Just the thought of it makes Jungkook’s fucked little mind feel some kind of satisfaction.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, we can work together. There’s safety in numbers.” Namjoon spoke loudly and Jungkook held everything he possibly could in just to keep himself from gagging. Idiot. There was so much potential for serious danger in bigger numbers. Plus, it was such a cliche move, the peaceful, rough around the edges leader just trying to restart the world one little piece at a time. 

Jungkook raised his crossbow, new and shiny; something he could experiment with quietly and took aim at the man standing with Seokjin in his arms, the tall surgeon had been forced awkwardly to his knees and held by the head against the man’s protruding stomach, his filthy, stained hand against Seokjin’s mouth and Jungkook dreaded knowing what it smelled like. Shit, probably. 

The release of the crossbow whistled with a satisfying speed and lodged itself into the inner corner of the man’s right eye and through the back of his nose’s bridge and out the other side of his temple. “Nice.” Jungkook smiled to himself before turning the crossbow to the other man holding a very alarmed Taehyung and released the arrow, this one jammed into the hinge of the man’s jaw and disappeared into his head somewhere. The two surgeons let out screams of horror and Jungkook rolled his eyes. You’re welcome. 

Namjoon and Hoseok jumped forward and grabbed for them to return to safety, looking around for whoever had killed the two oafs. Jungkook slung the crossbow back over his shoulder with a huff and watched for a moment as the final remaining pig of a man - an insult to pigs, Jungkook thought - looked around for the attacker and called for the three, very dead, hidden ones to come out. It was pathetic really, sad and pathetic to watch him grasp at nothing. They were standing right by the northern end of the light area

“Show yourself! Who are you?” Namjoon spat and Jungkook turned his glare to the leader. Idiot.

“All this diplomatic talking shit is gonna get you killed, dickhead.” Jungkook said harshly. “Whilst you were trading peace talks, this fucker had three toddlers getting ready to rock your shit and that’s only fun when I’m the one doing the rocking. Trust me.” Jungkook walked silently so that he was in the shadows right behind the guy. “What happened to the guy who shot me before actually checking for bites?” Jungkook laughed, cocking his gun, “what, my brother let you get your dick wet and you change your morals for killing his little brother?” Jungkook almost laughed at the feeling of the gun almost against the guy’s head. He was slipping, quickly.

“Jk-ah that’s-,” Yoongi started but was cut off by the oaf grabbing his hair and holding Yoongi right beside his head. There was something inside of Jungkook’s head that appeared like the conscience did in cartoons, screaming and begging for Jungkook to save the only man that had always made sure to keep Jungkook safe and loved, that part made Jungkook angry and defensive over Yoongi and someone grabbing at his first and only love. There was another angry voice in Jungkook’s head that reminded him that this was the end of the world, their old lives no longer mattered, Yoongi no longer mattered; Jungkook wanted to kill him anyway, get revenge for being abandoned in that alleyway after risking his life to save them.

Jungkook watched in annoyance as the man stumbled and fumbled for safety with a feisty Yoongi fighting to get out of his arms.

“I got your brother. Kill me and I’ll kill him. I just want the pretty doctors. They’re useful in more than one way.” He was waving a knife around, threatening the wrong side of the shadows. 

“That’s not my brother, that’s my husband. Grabbing him is worse than my brother. I need the doctors. You can’t have them.” Jungkook took silent steps toward the man, gun in hand and murder on his mind, and he pulled the trigger without a second thought. The man’s head threw itself in the direction of the bullet and his brain matter painted Yoongi and his body slumped like a sack of potatoes. The gunshot made Jungkook’s ears ring as the sound of it bounced around the room in awful echos and Yoongi catapulted himself out of the dead-man’s grip and towards Hoseok, who pulled Yoongi in with a worried kiss to the top of his head; something about it did not sit right in Jungkook’s stomach, but the adrenaline of the killing was still pumping through him and he could not concentrate on it for too long. Too many voices ringing in his head.

Jungkook’s tongue poked the sides of his cheek and he grabbed at the ankles of the dead man in front of him, pulling him along the floor so that Jungkook could begin to prepare their meat to use. He needed food and lots of it after the ordeal of the past few days. There was a big pool of blood spilling out from the men with arrows in their head and Jungkook only smiled to himself as he pulled the arrows free and watched as the blood splashed at his feet. He stomped his foot lightly in the puddle like a child and then purposefully stomped it on a dry patch, leaning down to messily write ���Jeon Jungkook. Still not dead.’ Beside his boot print in the semi-warm liquid with his finger. He grabbed at another one of the men and began pulling them toward the open space, a chopping line, with shallow huffs.

“What’re you doing? We put the dead bodies outside.” Seokjin said quietly, shaken up by what had happened and probably half deafened by the gunshot.

“You shouldn’t have killed them. I had it handled.” Namjoon spat, turning to glare at Jungkook, who dropped the body to laugh heartily at Namjoon.

“Handled. Sure. Not how I would have put it, but if that’s what helps you sleep at night.” Jungkook moved onto the next one, huffing, “I just saved your behinds.” Once he had successfully moved all six bodies into the open space and stripped them of their clothes, he took the large axe that one of the dead had dropped and Jungkook twirled it in his hands; he took a moment to admire the blade.

“They were kids!” Namjoon yelled at Jungkook, “how do you have no remorse - no, how the fuck do you kill with no question, it’s-, what are you doing?!” The leader startled as Jungkook brought the axe into position and brought it down onto a shoulder joint with a thunk; someone to the left gagged at the pop of the joint as Jungkook grabbed the limp hand and twisted it with a ruthless pull and it jaggedly came away at the opening.

“Dismembering a body, what does it look like I’m doing?” Jungkook scoffed, bringing the axe down again on the other shoulder joint before he picked the large arm up, the tendons and strings of muscle and veins reached out in a ghostly attempt to pull the limb back together. “Oh, gross.” Jungkook laughed boyishly and it was accompanied by someone retching loudly and vomit splashing onto the floor. “As for those ‘kids’ you speak of, Namjoon-ssi, they were gonna get you before you could talk your way out of it and you would have had no idea about it. We’re at the end of the world, wake up. Kill or be killed; there’s nothing to think about.”

Blood kissed at Jungkook’s cheeks and the surrounding area as he started hacking at more limbs. They shot at him first, how could they be high and mighty about compassion and letting people live. Jeongguk scoffed to himself, pulling more and more limbs into a little pile. He was willing to share, there was a lot of meat here; a lot of organs to burn and bones to whittle at. 

Yoongi straightened himself out from his vomiting, each of them somewhat transfixed in horror and unable to look away. “Jungkook-ah, why are you- why, just why?”

It was a loaded question and Jungkook thought for a moment, he was a ticking time bomb and deadly, but he refused to be stupid or walked over. “Gotta survive somehow. I told you all, I’ve had to figure out the best uses for bodies.” Jungkook said slowly, bringing the axe down onto a blood stained neck “It was sunshine and rainbows for you lot, being in a group from the beginning, you’re all in it for each other. Outsiders, as you can see, have ulterior motives. Dangerous.” Everyone listened closely, silently horrified and getting semi-answers they’ve all wanted to ask, “You have to go insane to stay sane, but when someone’s ‘sane’ is a superiority complex, the normal people have to get the upper hand if you want to survive, which naturally - Taehyung will vouch for this with his brain stuff - humans have survival instincts that go haywire in dire situations.” 

Jungkook leaned down to pick up the head of the person, looking at it for a moment in it’s greying, ugly glory, half open eyes and blueish lips, hollow cheeks from lack of food and deep, deep bags.

“Survival instincts of other people, animals, viruses and plants will be the reason you die in an apocalypse. That and lack of resources. People are deadly.”

“Are you deadly?” Hoseok dared ask. “You must be to make it this far alone.”

“Yah, Jung Hoseok, are you missing the part where he just silently assassinated six people and is now dismembering their corpses?!” Seokjin snapped, glaring up at Hoseok from where he was sprawled on the floor, “obviously he’s deadly.”

“Are you a threat?” Namjoon challenged, arms crossed and eyes flickering over the dead bodies, to Yoongi, then back to Jungkook. Yoongi looked several ways devastated, a little green in colour and he was doing all he could to not look at Jungkook.

“Push my buttons like you did last night with that bullet wound and I might be.” Jungkook shrugged, the head still in his hand, blood dripping from the slice quickly into a large puddle at Jungkook’s feet, “so much blood in such a tiny person.” He marvelled softly, before throwing the head toward Taehyung who squealed in surprise, “a brain for you to look at and poke.” Jungkook laughed heartily, the sound only growing when Taehyung picked the head up and kicked it away from himself like a football.

“So you-,”

“Do you know how hard it is to survive alone?” Jungkook asked, mood switching quickly and the others seemed to notice the darkness in his voice because even Seokjin sat up to look at him. “Forget the walkers and the adults being dangers to your very existence, but to be that hungry, that alone, to see literal children die or fight or beg for food you could never give them?” Jungkook glared at Namjoon, the direct cause of his anguish, “do you know how soul destroying it is to put a six year old out of their misery? Or to ignore their cries to help them because you can barely keep yourself alive, adding another the mix is asking for something bad to happen.” 

Jungkook looked over at Yoongi, who had begun crying, mumbling that he couldn’t stomach listening to more. He needed to hear more.

“You said to me, Yoongi, I’d understand if I’d been through what you guys had, so you’re gonna understand what I’ve had to go through and then I can hear what you’ve had to fucking go through.” Jungkook hissed, “because I am not going to be this nasty little villain for surviving; I will not let any of you sit there and pity me or look down on me just because I’ve had to change because all six of you left me for dead.”

“I went back!” Yoongi hollered, crying and shaking, “I went back! It took all five of them to pull me away from you. You were so fucking still and covered in blood and we thought you were bitten and-,”

“I already told you, I don’t want to fucking hear it! Too little too late.” Jungkook shouted back, axe pointed toward Yoongi, “not a force on earth would have pulled me away from you! I certainly wouldn’t have just left you to fucking turn!”

“And you think I was in any fit state to put a knife in your head or let one of them do it?! I loved you more than life itself, you were the only thing that ever pulled me through life, especially after my parents died!” Yoongi slammed his hand on the table in frustration, “you still had a pulse and I had plans to come and rescue you but you had gone when I got there!”

Jungkook turned away from Yoongi, “whatever. It doesn’t matter anymore, the damage has already been done.”

Jungkook heard the clunk of Yoongi’s boots along the floor, away from him, “stop blaming me for leaving when you left first. Playing the hero when you were nothing but an idiot who had no idea what the new world was. Seriously, what did you expect Namjoon to do after you ran head first into a hoard of zombies, Jungkook?!”

Jungkook brought the axe down hard onto the hip joint, slicing it clean off with a shout of fury. “You’re supposed to check! You were supposed to see if I was okay before shooting me! You were supposed to pull me out of the fucking rubble and wait to see if I was coming to! I saved your lives and you tried to kill me.” Jungkook swung the axe down again, “there were two fucking doctors present!” Jungkook shouted, throwing the axe down to use his bat to smash the skulls of the dead, watching them cave in like rotten pumpkins, taking in deep lungfuls of the stench their blood and brains gave off. He took one last swing before he steeled his emotions and threw his bat down and stretched. “Hoseok-ssi.” Jungkook said quietly, “take these and put them wherever you store your food, I’ll finish sorting the rest out.” He pointed at the limbs to his left.

“F-food?” Hoseok asked, leaning down to grab the limbs.

“Yes, food. Gotta eat something.” Jungkook frowned, “Seokjin-ssi. Go and get a bucket or something to put the organs in. Taehyung. Do what you want with the heads, look at the brain and try to find a cure, throw them away, use them for football, I don’t really give a shit.” Jungkook puffed out a little bit of air. “Namjoon-ssi, Yoongi-ssi, take their bags and clothes and sort through them into what’s needed and what can be burned or thrown.”

Nobody really gave any objections, but everyone moved with slow and confused movements, unsure if Jungkook was serious or not. “Food.” Hoseok said disgruntled and visibly disgusted. “They’re humans.” He was talking to himself, subtly addressing Jungkook but attempting to avoid confrontation. 

“Like I said, flying solo is hard. Gotta eat whatever you can get your hands on.” Jungkook shrugged, examining what he had cut off. “I’d much rather eat cake or a salad but it’s tough shit. There’s a lot of you, surely food is hard to share sufficiently?” Jungkook turned to a pale looking Namjoon. 

“We adapt.”

“That’s…” Jungkook scratched his stomach, his shirt coming up over his hand. “So you’re all used to eating like... snakes?”

“That’s not what I said. We adapt. Took the ‘sane’ route and went hunting animals, not people. That’s twisted.”

“Oh so you’re used to eating snakes, not like them.” Jungkook laughed to himself and lugged up a torso, “more for me I guess. Where do I store this? Show me.”

Hoseok nodded and scurried out in front. Jungkook thought fleetingly that he should probably mention that Jimin was freaking out and probably tearing his stitching but he chose not to say anything. They’d find him eventually. 

Hoseok was talking about something rather animatedly; Jungkook had never paid attention to what he was saying, he did not care enough but he thought that had their paths crossed in their lives before, the pair would have been inseparable. Hoseok gave off that sort of energy. Jungkook hated it. Nobody should be like that through the end of the world. 

Jungkook stopped walking as he stood beside a door that read ‘infirmary’ on a faded sign and then underneath, in some kind of paint, read ‘dead inside’ and he huffed out an eye roll and turned to Hoseok, who was still blabbering on. “Aye, has anyone looked behind the relatable door?”

“Oh, uh, no. We looked through the windows on the outside and it’s like sardines in there. Seems like everyone went to the doctor with the flu.” Hoseok motioned horizontally across his neck with a flattened hand and a grimace, “Seokjin hyung said that any medical stuff in there will be redundant because it’s all infected with blood and gunk and stuff, so we all voted to save our resources and leave it.” 

“How stupid.” Jungkook scoffed. Medical supplies were vital, even if it was just one small thing, it was needed.

“Come off your high horse. We’ve raided about fourteen different pharmacies and everyone’s medicine cabinet. Your brother remembers his way around.” Jungkook side eyed Hoseok, who was readjusting the limbs in his arms. There was a switch in his demeanour, like the atmosphere around him had fallen from soft shades of purple to the separated elements of pink, red and blue. “There’s also more than one infirmary in places like this, we’re not completely hopeless. You forget that we’ve also had to do shit to survive. It’s not been some kind of peaceful journey, don’t forget that. We know danger when we see it and we are not afraid to do what it takes to stay safe.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Guess we shall have to wait and see.” Hoseok huffed and came to a stop in front of an old freezer. He heaved it open and stood proudly before the open space and that switch had been tampered with again, “jajang!” He cheered sweetly, “a solar powered freezer, courtesy of Namjoon’s sexy brain. Wanna know how he did it?” The man looked as hopeful and excited as Jungkook get about shutting him down and the fact made Jungkook mentally laugh; he remained stoic and silent as he regarded Hoseok. 

“No. I’d rather stick my own fingers in my bullet wound again.” Jungkook neatly placed his meat pieces in there and then turned away so that he could fetch the remaining pieces. 

He entered the canteen area again, Hoseok stropily following behind. “What the fuck are you all on?! My Jungkookie wouldn’t do that!” Jimin’s frustrated voice echoed through the room and Namjoon’s deeper, calmer yet stressed voice followed.

“Hey, calm down, you’re gonna pull your stitches. He can explain.” Namjoon pointed to Jungkook, who looked between them both and shrugged. 

“Probably could but I don’t want to so I won’t.” Jungkook shrugged and heaved up some more body pieces, there was a twinge of pain in his leg but he did his best to not address it. No weaknesses. “Did you get me a bucket, Seokjin? They burn better when they’re fresh.”

“Told you, Minnie. Your little bro is a few tools short of a whole toolbox.” Taehyung muttered to Jimin and Jungkook halted in his movements, dropping the body parts like they were hot and he turned to Taehyung with a nasty glare.

“You’re really getting on my last fucking nerve.” Taehyung looked unphased, entertained if anything, he was doing this on purpose; Taehyung would be the crack in the floor of Jungkook’s plans. Taehyung was a neurologist, he knew all the ways he could manipulate someone’s brain. Jungkook would have to take their trust in him first. “I’m trying to help you, I just saved you, I’m not trying to make enemies with any of you.” Jungkook lied, pointing an accusing finger at Taehyung, “but you’re really testing my patience, Taehyung. Stop running to my brother like some child trying to ‘tell on me’ it’s pathetic.”

“Koo, lets just ca-,”

Jungkook turned his glare to Jimin and his brother went quiet. “Tell me to calm down Jimin, I dare you.”

“Hey, one of those kids had an Iphone in their bag! It works and everything! Oh, JK, they even have your favourite song!” Yoongi cheered, walking into the tense atmosphere obliviously, the beginning trill of a song Jungkook had only dreamed of hearing again and he soothed instantly. Yoongi was semi-cleaner, no more smatterings of brain.

Hoseok burst into small twinklings of laughter, “you listened to Mang?”

“Seokie, he had the biggest crush on this guy and he had never even seen whoever it is-, was-, whatever.” Yoongi chuckled and cuddled up to Hoseok, showing him the phone. There was that twist in Jungkook’s heart again at seeing Yoongi so close, so soft with someone else, but he ignored it and huffed his way over to the body parts and lugged them back up and limped away.

“Go back to bed, Jimin. Stop following me.”

“Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin was firm and tearful. It was just them in the hallway. “You’re different. Where’s my Jungkook? There’s no spark in your eyes anymore.”

Jungkook huffed and stopped for a minute, “I’m sorry that not everyone can be as untouchable as you. Get over it. People change, life goes on.”

“But this is a scary change. You’re the thing they fear. Tread carefully because they shoot to kill and I can’t lose you twice.”

[incarnateirony]

Is it like, Dean's re-creating his parent's meeting to process his own story in a new universe he has created in heaven? and so the akrida are actually birthed/caused by Dean creating this new universe, and so they're going after Dean and the universe he built for himself? Are the akrida able to hop from the 1972 universe to the road where dean is? Does he know they're able to hop? From the bits of meta I've understood, is that going in the right direction? I like the question, why is dean wearing purgatory clothes. I'll have to mull on that one. He's stuck between going back to earth and going forward towards the garden/the place where all souls are created. In order to get to the garden the garden has to be in him--which I guess is about being unapologetically who you are? Probably Dean's whole thing is learning to love himself. ?

Everyone is so close. And not wrong. but not right. Remember my old blog tag, "it's all about the souls" before it became "goddamnit kids, get off my lawn" or whatever.

OK. Wipe away everything in your head you think you know about canon. It's the narrative Chuck wrote over it (we can break down What Earth Is later). But our souls are little slices of heaven.

There wasn't supposed to be a snake in the box. There was nothing, and it had a thought and asked if and why it existed, and chuck dreamed up barbies from there. But there was this fucking snake. Because there was something greater than his pride or Ego (lmao) waiting to be born, that just is, like he and amara just were.

So ok, people, families, souls, we are. that's real. But who we become is the experiences this slice of heaven had inside the brainbox. And it met other people that all had their own stories. Just he who had control of the most souls was god or whatever, in a narrative of control.

So chuck shoved all the slices in an eco system of heaven slice distribution because we were the one thing he couldn't control, and he feared us. He made the angels to make lesser beings, to make him BIG, like sealing Amara. But the throne didn't ever really belong to him. Angels were just. Colonizers. But there were billions of us, and we were here first.

What jack did wasn't evil, but the absence of good; the soul is the one true good, and simply, the one true thing, everything else is commentary.

But there's one thing that separates life from stillness. It's that we die. And we're afraid that's all there is. And even then uh, well I talked about berens plot failsafes in season 15. Why did death seek the garden.

Death is neither hostile nor malevolent. Why did she need to be sealed, after all that time without? ...and why was the empty in Death's Library?

Jack made it loud. The generational trauma, dean seeing this part of himself hs feared that went down to the bones of the abuse he endured and his terror of being left alone as people were ripped from him, again and again. of saying he was poison, that people that get close to him get killed, or worse. Akrida. Ticks and leeches. All this regret and shadow without the light is like a gnat in my HEAD and its BUZZING and YOU MADE IT LOUD. Rockin Roxxy coming through the cracks--

All of it was because of Mary. And all of it was because of Cas. They were a family and Cas didn't want to lose that because they became his whole world. He used to just mindlessly follow the plan but he became a father and rediscovered who he was. And he let the sun shine on his face, of that soul, and let it in and that moon became full and showed the way to the garden.

And that's it. That's the discord we were left at the end. Pieces that almost hit boxes and. Is this nihilism? depression? what even was this?

Why the world now again, why the trap, why the truth, the original 15x18 name. why through the cracks. That generational trauma is still rippling. But it was. When your life loses meaning, death can seem kind of comforting. Most people in the world at some time touch it in their hearts. Dean did, and he walked that path pledging to seal himself away into emptiness and boxes and space and oceanic abysses. Like a rugaru, by any other language or dub.

Heh.This seems like an aside, but it's necessary. Dean's leading narration is separate, that's him already finished the process. The Dean narrating is the dean that already faced his truth, hence his confidence, his tonal smile, and the story about how complicated family ties can be as he begins to take us there. The Truth. And the final door. The Trap. And The Truth--did dean lead them into another trap?

Would you do it over again if you could.

Dean's telling of John and Mary comes from a different angle of the writer. Right now, the corporate TV is unplugged (lmao TBS timeline inbound apollo dodgeball) but the stations are sort of picking up the stuff in the cracks that wasn't part of the package. That's where the Akrida and trauma hide. There's no change to the story, they're always there and always knocking, and were even knocking when Death went mad.

The locusts of the garden. What do you hate. Who do you love. What do you fear. Dean of the Infinite vs Dean of the Empty are singing two different songs right now, and it's time to start listening. The details of whether they lived in bumfuck Normal Illinois as chuck lazily googled or if as far as dean could read, it was probably lawrence, a lawrence formed the last he knew it was established. These details don't matter. That's just sorta the reader filling in the gaps.

Why do you love this world/hate this world enough to risk your life/burn it to the ground. Akrida. Must crucify the ego before it's far too late I pray the light lifts me out before narcissus dean pines away. The moon tells her secret, a green lit confidant. As full and bright as she is the light is not her own and a million light reflections pass over her.

But. This is the stuff that's important. The people stuff. The soul stuff. And the paths they chose when in this life.

Cupids never love roofie anyone. They play the right commercial, they trick the right skater. Chuck may have set the obstacles but John and Mary ran their own race, and made their own rules. What we see as inescapable destiny is only because we look back with despair. It's about celebrating life's grandieur, its magnificence, and finding who you are before you can go home to the garden. man's beginning.

And yeah. Dean of the Infinite already telling that story. He already opened that door. And now he's telling it again for us. Consider it Dean of the Empty. The liminal space at neither Being or Oblivion. He found his truth, and then he wrote it down.

He just cared about different things than Chuck did in what he made sure to highlight.

The people.

All of it's real. In their life, and in their death, past the final door. The rest is the legacy we leave for each other.

the cards are the slices

and theres never enough slices

Tollow the path of One towards Heaven. [insert funky spiral math riddles] I will always find you here.

[weasleywhimz]

Post Christmas Moments -An Eventual George Weasley Love Story

I wanted to get something out before the Christmas season totally ended, but hopefully eventually you’ll see some of the main plot points for Francesca happen around Christmas, and so require more time before publishing! I hope you enjoy this little look into the teenage years of George and Francesca.

Word Count: 803

Rating: Fluff

Christmases were complicated for Francesca. As a child, they were wonderful, making her cherish the time of year. And some of her most precious memories happened at Christmas. But also some of her worst.

The last time Christmas felt easy was in her sixth year of Hogwarts, when, like other Order members, her parents moved them into Grimmauld place to support operations, and she got to be with George and his family for Christmas. Of course the mood wasn’t totally jolly due to Arthur’s attack and the general dire situation. But she loved being able to sneak around with her boyfriend in the dusty rooms, and even convinced his mum to let him walk with her round to a muggle corner shop on Boxing Day (to which Arthur pouted, still too injured to join them).

It was another movie moment to her. A piece of time she made a point to commit to memory. She was leant against a lamppost, holding George’s coat as he examined a muggle lollipop they’d just bought.

“It’s simple,” he mused, pretending not to notice her gaze.

“Simple pleasures,” she agreed, smiling softly as she watched the snow begin to fall again from the sky for the second time that day. “Don’t move for a second,” she whispered.

He fixed his gaze to her then, and matched her soft grin, letting her drink in the moment for a while, before he couldn’t resist and pulled the sweet from his mouth and kissed her.

For any onlooker, they were the picture of young love. Two teenagers bundled up in the mist and snow of a wintery London, still sticking to each other for warmth. Enjoying the privacy of the street corner, bathed in lamplight, before having to temper their own passions again, when they parted, and walked back to the hidden terraced house.

“I want to do this every year,” he told her as they neared the gate to the park opposite Grimmauld Place.

“What? Visit a corner shop?” Francesca joked, “you’re an easy man to please Weasley!”

“No,” he said with a soft chuckle, “I mean spend Christmas with you. I want to spend every Christmas with you.”

Francesca stopped walking and looked at him. It was sudden, so he ended up tugging on her hand as he took the extra step. He turned back to her and shoved his other hand in his pocket.

“We’re only 17 George, you don’t know that,” she said softly, excited by his words but not yet daring herself to believe them.

“I do know what I want,” he told her firmly. “It meant the world seeing you helping mum with dinner, and passing Ron the ridiculous amount of horseradish he insists to put on his Christmas meal!”

Francesca laughed, remembering the funny moments of the combined family Christmas that had just taken place in the hidden house behind them.

“All those moments we got alone,” George continued, “hell, even the ones with everyone there! Being able to put my arm around you on Christmas Eve and sit drinking hot chocolate together-“

“Your mum shouted then though,” Francesca teased.

“Yeah but only because Ginny chucked a cushion at us when I tried to kiss off your whipped cream!” He defended. “But even then! Cleaning up the spilled chocolate with you, all of it Cess,” he voice dropped as he took another step closer. “I loved all of it. I want to do it every year. As many cushions to the head as it takes.”

She looked up at him, smiling. The nickname he only used when they were alone melting her again. She was so in love with this boy it would scare her if she didn’t trust him so much.

Overwhelmed by her realisation of how deep her love for him was, she reached up to hold his neck and pull him down to kiss her. Her passion surprised her, the air between them feeling too delicate just moments before, now totally broken by the intensity of the kiss. His hands held her waist as she wound her arms around his neck and tried to connect as much of their bodies as she could. Without having a chance to think about it, she was trying to convey everything she felt in that kiss. How much she loved him, how deep she had just realised that love ran, how grateful she was to have him be hers, how much she wanted him. Everything.

When she pulled her head back, still keeping her arms locked around his neck, and body pressed into him, George had a pleasantly bewildered look on his face.

“Blimey!” He breathed, “what on earth was that for?”

“You,” she told him, pecking his lips one more time before turning and taking the last few steps back into the house.

[aerialworms]

hello dear mutual! I have a question. I'm no longer in the fandom but I like watching from the sidelines. there was a poll asking if destiel will still be made canon and my question is: how. isn't the prequel planned about the parents? I would love an explanation cause I don't understand. thank you so much!!

Hello there friend!! I'm happy to explain, I love rambling about this batshit show so much!

So yes, the prequel is about the parents, but I'm not sure how much you know about it so here's a little primer: from what I've seen, it's actually Dean telling the story of how his parents met and fell in love, presumably while he's up in Heaven post-finale (y'know, where Cas is also supposed to be). Jensen and his wife Daneel are executive producing, and the prequel is being showrun by Robbie Thompson, known for writing such episodes as Goodbye Stranger (the crypt scene my beloved!!!!!!), Meta Fiction ("What makes a story work? Is it the plot, the characters, the text? The subtext?"), and Fan Fiction (the musical ep! With Sam teasing Dean about destiel!). So from the get-go everyone was like 👀 because Robbie has always been a destiel-positive writer! Plus, apparently, Daneel's favourite character is Cas, so it would make sense for them to bring Cas back if they (and Misha) wanted!

Please bear in mind that I haven't actually watched any of the prequel, i've just been living vicariously through my dash. People who have actually watched it/know more than me please feel free to add on/correct me!

So, to my knowledge, the reasons people are thinking they might make Destiel canon in the prequel are (in no particular order):

a) A few weeks ago there was an episode that had Gabriel (as played by Richard Speight Jr) as the MOTW and also had a background cameo from Rob Benedict in a very bad wig (unclear if that was Chuck or not), and there have been quotes from (i think) Robbie saying that they're only having cameos from OG SPN actors if it's relevant to the story they want to tell (and since the Rob cameo was not explained or plot-relevant people are thinking they're possibly going to do a Chuck won scenario? It could turn out that he was never actually defeated in 15.19 and now Dean has to show up to fight him again (and get Cas back?? maybe??))

b) In that same episode, there was a scene where Mary and John look at a picture of some dude who'd given them a clue or talked to John or something - it was Dean! So he's alive again, briefly, in the 70s. Could be time travel, could be he's escaped from Heaven. So if Dean is around in the show, whether just as narrator or as a character in the story, he has the potential to go rogue and look for Cas, or be telling the story to Cas up in Heaven. In either case, there is the potential for canon destiel, if they (Jensen, Daneel, Robbie, Misha, etc.) decide they want to do that.

c) Jensen has said various things at cons recently which are kinda 👀, including that he'd have been happy to keep going on SPN for another 6 years, and, most recently (this weekend), which I think sparked the poll you were talking about - that if Dean and Cas reunited Dean would say "Hey, can we talk about that goodbye a little bit?" and then joked that nah, it would be more like "hey, buddy, good to see you, old pal" but THEN said "I don't know, maybe we'll get to see that, that would be interesting" (Here's a gifset of him saying that if you're interested)

Also this:

[ID: Tweet from Toni @JensFloofHair.

JENSEN WANTS TO FILM A NEW ENDING FOR SUPERNATURAL, THE ONE HE HAD DREAMED OF. ABOUT A 2 DAY SHOOTING, HE SAYS.

Misha: I mean, you have the Impala.

Damn right, nothing stopping them!!

#JIB11 /End ID]

It's no secret that Jensen Did Not like the finale, apparently Eric Kripke had to talk him into it and he still makes salty jokes about it even now. Add the fact that he got someone else to film the confession for him because he wanted to have a record of it, and has said they cut out key parts of his performance in that scene (which is why the editing of it is so janky). So it's possible that he intended for there to be actual reciprocation in that scene and, well, now he's got the reins. He could do it if he wanted!!!

d) The prequel finale - airing next Tuesday, Jack help us - is titled "Hey, that's no way to say goodbye". Which was already kinda 👀 before the con this weekend, but combined with Jensen saying Dean would say "can we talk about that goodbye a little bit?" is um. Look I don't wanna get my hopes up. But also........ 👀👀👀

I think the prevailing theories at the moment (from what I've seen on my dash) are that either:

a) They're baiting us to keep interest in the prequel (I trust Robbie but I don't really trust Jensen, so this seems likely)

b) They really are gonna bring Cas back, either as him being the one Dean is telling this story to up in Heaven, or using that Rob Benedict cameo to retcon the finale and make the show about breaking free of Chuck's control for realsies this time (which hopefully means Cas actually showing up and not being explained away in one line like the finale)

Like I said, I don't wanna get my hopes up because I don't quite trust Jensen. But. Given Robbie Thompson showrunning and Daneel loving Cas and Jensen dropping all these maybe-maybe-not hints. If they DID make destiel canon. I would not be surprised.

Well maybe a little bit but in an "I can't believe I was right" way.

[mediaevalmusereads]

Camp Damascus. By Chuck Tingle. Tor, 2023.

Rating: 3/5 stars

Genre: horror, lgbtqia+ fiction

Series: N/A

Summary: Welcome to Neverton, Montana: home to a God-fearing community with a heart of gold.

Nestled high up in the mountains is Camp Damascus, the self-proclaimed “most effective” gay conversion camp in the country. Here, a life free from sin awaits. But the secret behind that success is anything but holy.

***Full review below.***

Content Warnings: homophobia, body horror, violence

Overview: I follow Chuck Tingle on tumblr, so when he announced the publication of his new horror book, I jumped on it straight away. The premise itself was incredibly intriguing: a girl who vomits flies whenever she "sins," a gay conversion camp with secret horrors. It sounded very much my jam. While I very much enjoyed the catharsis this book explored and the meditation on the harm that religion can do to queer folks, I ultimately didn't feel like I could give Camp Damascus a higher rating because the prose and the narrative didn't quite click with me. I'll explain more below, but know that for these reasons (and not any ill will towards Tingle, who I still admire), this book only gets 3 stars from me.

Writing: Tingle's prose had some qualities I appreciated and others I personally found a tad frustrating. The things I like mainly had to do with voice; this story is told in first person from the POV of a queer autistic girl named Rosr who lives in a deeply religious community. The way Tingle writes her voice is very distinctive; not only does Rose recall Bible verses from memory, but as she moves away from her faith, she begins structuring her thoughts and derives strengths from writing her own "Bible" filled with verses. I also really liked how Rose described the way she prepared for social interaction and how knowing a lot of seemingly random facts was a comfort to her. It made for a fairly distinctive character voice, and I think Tingle did a good job with it.

However, I do think the prose tended to lean a bit too heavily on telling (versus showing), and I think Tingle could have held back more to let the reader piece things together on their own. Because a lot is told to me, I personally had a hard time being a participant in the story (so to speak), and I wish more had been left to my imagination.

Plot: The plot of this book follows Rose Darling, a 20 year old Christian woman who begins noticing something off about her life. At first, it starts with vomiting flies following a social gathering; then, she finds there are gaps in her memory, and she is being watched by her parents and therapist. Over time, Rose learns that there's something not quite right about her faith community and their main claim to fame: Camp Damascus, the nation's #1 gay conversion camp.

There was a lot about this plot that I liked. I enjoyed the religious horror and the symbolic link between the camp and how certain Christians view queerness. I also really liked the way Tingle used characters and narrative to reflect on the difference between religion and faith, as well as how things (like the Bible) can be both great comforts and instruments of oppression.

I do wish, however, that Tingle had worked harder to build more of a sense of dread. To me, the plot felt a little too straight forward, maybe a little too clearly sign posted. It seemed like characters knew what was going on right away and ultimately didn't have much trouble figuring out what to do. On top of that, this book felt like it was written for a YA audience, and if that was the intent, then maybe it's more appropriate to be more straightforward. But for me, I wanted to revel a bit more in the horror.

Characters: Rose, our protagonist, is a welcome breath of fresh air in terms of representation. She also had a charming sense of humor and a determination that makes for a compelling protagonist. There were times when I think Rose figured out what was going on too easily, but other than that, there wasn't much to dislike.

Supporting characters like Saul and Willow were fun in that they had unique personalities and made a nice found family. I especially liked Saul's dynamic with Rose; Rose quickly abandons her faith once she figures out what's going on, whereas Saul redefines his faith and makes room for it with a new understanding of what it means to be Christian. As a result, Rose and Saul have fairly in-depth conversations about faith versus religion, and I liked that Tingle made room for queer Christians to exist.

Antagonists were unsettling without being outright threatening (at least until the end). I think Tingle did a good job portraying how community leaders and cult-like Christianity can pressure people to conform. I do wish they were a bit less obvious, but it is what it is.

TL;DR: Camp Damascus has a lot of good things going for it: a compelling protagonist, a meditation on faith, catharsis, etc. While I personally wish Tingle would have shown a lot more than told and held back on narrative reveals, I do look forward to seeing what he comes up with next.