#tfw no adam... still

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

Obsessed with the implication of the word "vessel," and that the "God coming after the children" and the so-called "revenge" could have been smokescreen for a deep loyalty to God.

- OR - A deep feeling that God should be replaced, scattered, made in a new way with a new vessel and a new outlook. "He should be in everything." etc etc

Yes! Saying vessel is such a choice.

I. "God coming after the children"

Let's start by the Abraham and Isaac comparison.

In the Genesis, God promises Abraham and Sarah they'll have a son and sends Isaac to them. It's His meddling. Years later, He asks Abraham to sacrifice Isaac for Him to prove his loyalty, and when He is convinced a ram is sacrificed at Isaac's place.

The whole story is quite famous. There's no way the spn writers wouldn't have it into mind when Chuck goes all "Lookit, the– the– the gathering storm, the gun, the– the father killing his own son. This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic!" (14x20) So it poses the question of how much he meddled for Jack to be born and for what reason.

Seraphina insists on Jack's birth being meant to happen thousands and thousands of years ago, betraying what looks like usual Heaven's plans to perpetuate the bloodlines that interest them. And those bloodlines are vessels. Her saying "Jack, making your vessel strong, reclaiming your human soul, it was... it was all preparing you for this." could be a slip showing the true motivations behind the trials.

Because it shouldn't be a vessel! Jack is a Nephilim. This body is his and he's born into it.

II. Adam: a revenge-seeking father or a loyalist?

There are several options for this but none of them are good for TFW.

1 – Adam is a pure John mirror. He really believes in his vengeance but he's only a puppet used by Chuck.

2 – Adam knows it's only a transfer and he and Seraphina are manipulating Dean and Jack by saying their plan is to kill God. He's either doing so for Chuck, either against him.

There's a problem with Adam's motivation here, even if he's aiming for the transfer of Chuck power. Like you pointed out, he has this little exchange with Jack:

Jack: They're just rocks but their existence makes them divine. Because God is in everything. Adam: Right on. At least, he should be.

Which feels a little too much like Jack's quote in 15x19:

I'm around. I'll be in every drop of falling rain, every speck of dust that the wind blows, and in the sand, in the rocks, and the sea.

Return to 15x17

Chuck wasn't God's vessel at the beginning, when all Adam's problems happened (the snake, being kicked out of paradise, going after Cain and Abel). When Metatron (one of the few angels who have seen his face) faced Chuck, he was annoyed by that prophet. Which means the Power is the real entity, and Seraphina and he (and Billie and the Empty) are only offering it a new vessel.

3 – Seraphina knows it's only a transfer, and she manipulated Adam the whole time. She's Chuck's pawn. How she could have gotten free from Heaven 300,000 years ago? Why does she still have enough power to keep a human alive all this time?

Little aside: Chuck used many of his old characters in this season: Lilith (technically Adam's first wife, brought back twice), Michael (after Adam Milligan's death), Lucifer… so why would Adam be any different?

III. Chuck's powers and manipulations

Later in the episode, Chuck is shown being able to mess with Amara's head (his equal) enough to push her to give up and yield her power and will to him.

Chuck: This is my ending. My real ending. Amara: You orchestrated this? Chuck: What part of omniscient do you people not understand? So I can't read my "Death Book." So what? I control space and time. Just plant a few visions, goad Death a little… Mess with a few outcomes… And… bada-bing!

[fanficandvidprompts]

Tfw one AU idea ends up spiraling into another

Specifically I was thinking about the idea I had a while back for some High Potential soulmate!au where the main five are all each others' soulmates and when I was trying to think through what kind of soulmate-indicator-thingie to use I thought of the example I gave of the one where your soulmate's first touch leaves a colored mark on your skin. However, even if these aren't the best-fitting colors enough for the characters that I'd use them in such an AU I noticed something about colors that'd fit these characters when put together; they freaking fit sentai/power-ranger colors (at least for lineups without a black one which might just mean they'd also fit whatever the gender-neutral equivalent of a magical girl team is). Specifically Morgan is pink (not just because she's a girl or wears it a lot), Adam is blue, Daphne is yellow, Oz is green and Selena is red

Now I'm wondering how to try and make an AU like that work (as for those who want to like shows like this but hate that they're cop shows, they're still fighting crime if it's magical girl or tokusatsu or w/e)

[aachria]

I am so unbelievably nervous for this chapter pooks you dont even know it andthe title sure doesn't sound very promising at all

Writing as im reading once again but I noticed how long my chapter commentary has been gwtting so I'll tryyyy to Tone It Down but i make no promises. The length of my commentary is only dictated by how absolutely crazy you decide to make this chapter.

Ace and Sabo giving ed a shovel talk is everything ive wanted since the marriage i beg you to let ace live long enough to get mad at ed for not telling him pretty please 😭🙏

Oooh the gift for Sabo i was gonna send an ask abt it since ive been rereading the fic this weekend but i figured you wouldn't forget it

LUFFY AND SABO INTERACT8ONS 😤🦅😭😤🦅😭😤😭🦅😤😭🦅😭😤😭🦅😭🦅😭🦅🙏🙏🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Im very much unready to read the strawhats be separated i have cried too many times reading this fic and im certain this will be the worst to date

STOP 😭 ed's jst going on abt keeping the crew safe and i can feel the tears coming

HOLD ON if ed is in fact staying with luffy, thing i should've guessed from last chapter, does that m3an they're meeting boa? Omg. I am suddenly so much more excited for the next set of chapters, thing that i did not think was possible.

Once again i ask myself when the fuck ed learned gymnastics 😭

Not the "i definitely did that on purpose" after they slam into a fucking building like sure you did 🤨 and i definitely believe you 🤨

"Its as straight as you can get" made me crack up

I will be so completely honest with you i have no idea what the fuck is going on like a good 40% of fights but thats jst because i have trouble translating the moves into a movie in my head

"Adam Sandler? What are you doing here? And in a bright yellow pinstripe suit sounding stoned out of his damn mind, too." I had not expected to laugh this much in this chapter i was fr bracing myself to cry. 🧍‍♀️. Now that i think abt it you might just be lowering our guard so that it hits harder 🤨

AND ED'S SAVIOR COMPLEX HITS AGAIN WITH BLAMING THEMSELVES ONCE MORE !!!

so. Luffy and Ed separation. I cant bring myself to be sad this shit was written so well 😭 just "wait for me" and "ill always find you" ugh just throw an "unquestionably" in there and id cry there could be one every chapter and id still cry every single time

Im so fucking excited for ed to meet coin hopefully next chapter 🤭

Amazing chapter as always!! Surprisingly didnt cry!! Thank you!! I cannot fucking wait for the Wednesday chapter

I pulled out the Rio Romeo you KNOW it was gonna be a rough one.

Tfw you're tying to give your baby brother's S/O the shovel talk but you're also stuck in the scaffolding at your own execution and your baby brother's S/O is also your friend who you have cried about your self worth and daddy issues to.

That fucking black book plot bunny has been hopping around FAR TOO LONG, so I had to take it out back and shoot it and by that I mean finally deliver it to it's intended recipient.

Mmmmmmm Boa

Look Ed had gymnastics beamed directly into their head by GOD does that make sense?

When I write combat I do it 70% for the vibes 20% for the quips and humor and 10% for the actual fighting. If you have no idea what is happening you and I are on the same page.

Ed got them self worth issues in them where the dog should be 💪💪💪

God I cannot wait for Coin & Ed content. Love those two.

I am so proud of you for not crying. I cried writing it. That baby was cooked with TEARS.

[bravernificationbeam]

I've never watched Supernatural so this ship ask game feels like a great opportunity to get you to explain Midam to me

LOLLLLL that makes 1 and 1/3 of us! (i've only seen s1-s10)

obviously i ship midam lol! so midam is like

adam milligan, rando nobody younger half brother of the winchester bros who's the result of a one night stand their dad had after their mom died. they don't know about him until a. he's like 19 b. after he and his mom have died actually (the first episode they 'appear' in, it's as the ghouls who have eaten them and taken on their appearances)

michael, oldest baddest bitch archangel. spn was originally supposed to be 5 seasons (and should have been imo!) and the culminating Thing of seasons 4 and 5 basically is that sam and dean are supposed to be vessels of the apocalypse, so that michael and lucifer can have their big rematch and destroy half the planet in the process probably. dean is meant to be michael's vessel and sam is meant to be lucifer's. dean and sam are like WTF???? NO???? the angels try to do everything in their power to get them to say yes and cas, angel who rescued dean from hell and has a crush on him, is caught in the middle of it all

one of the things the angels do in this whole thing is bring adam back from the dead so they can essentially use adam as a bargaining piece, since he comes from the same bloodline as sam and dean--sort of--and thereby could probably handle being michael's vessel

point a to point b is not that important but michael in his true form comes down and gets adam to say yes to being his vessel. meanwhile adam is staring at this BIBLICAL MONSTER like 😯 just a very genuine awe, in contrast to the winchester bros' terror, that we in the midam fandom like to say is his monsterfucker face LOL

so michael has adam be his vessel--close enough to dean, michael decides--to this big battle with lucifer, cas and dean manage to seal all four of them--michael, adam, lucifer, and sam (who's accepted being lucifer's vessel)--in 'the cage' in hell, where lucifer's been since he was cast out of heaven or whatever

we learn from sam who comes back that cage years are like 100x earth years.

GUESS WHO THE SHOW FORGOT ABT???? OOOOOPPPPPPPSSSSS.......

SO they bring these two characters, still sharing the same body, back in s15. 10 whole fucking years later, or 1000 cage years if we take sam's word for it. what's happened to them?

DEVOTION.

michael just sits there contentedly as adam gets diner food, is the FIRST person to bring adam up when tfw capture them, freely lets adam come and go to consciousness as he pleases, seems perfectly content to just let adam determine their life from now on, whateverrrr. and adam's perfectly happy like this! "it's not like i can go back to college, what with an archangel inside of me" said it before and i'll say it again. why did he. say it. like that.....

they commiserate over how much their families suck, michael says "you and I have been together for years, my father [god] and I have been together for eternity"--this little rando human becomes the most important thing in his life. 🥺 just through kindness. seeing each other as people. knowing each other inside and out.

godddddddd. it's choosing love. it's learning a gentle alternative. it's not forgiveness but an internal peace. it's "it didn't have to be you but I'm glad it was." it's "we only had each other" (LINE ADAM SAYS) !!!!!! it's making each other better people!!!! it's MAYBE THIS WORLD IS ANOTHER PLANET'S HELL. it's KESHA RAINBOW!!!!!!

[broodwoof]

helloooo i would LOVE some 'i would enjoy talking.' for bull x solas?

tfw i think im done writing for the night and u come in with a beautiful prompt that immediately has my brain going lm a o so! have some established relationship bull and solas, talking through ptsd @dadrunkwriting 923 words cws: frank discussion of war and battle

“Been a bit since you've been in my room, Fadewalker,” he said lightly, Solas sighing.

“Apologies.” 

“Don't do that.” Solas sighed again, closing his book and meeting Bull's eye. 

“Do what?” His voice was sharp, challenging. 

“It was an observation, not an accusation.” Solas' eyes narrowed before he sighed for a third time, shoulders slumping. 

“I…”

“If you wanna stop, you just need to say so. Not here to push.” The mage shook his head, now with a faint smile. 

“It's not that. I appreciate our arrangement. It is simply that I've not… been in the mood.”

“Yeah.” He hesitated, uncertain if he would press, but— “Since Adamant, huh?” Solas grew very still and Bull nodded to himself. “It was a shit show.” For a moment the elf’s gaze drifted, falling to the tabletop. He tapped the surface once, twice, a third time, then laid his palm flat against it and pushed himself up.

“Come, please,” he said simply, before walking out to the main hall. Bull followed at his side. They were both familiar members of the Inquisition—enough people would see them as comrades discussing the matters at hand. And if some saw it as more, well, Bull had grown used to gossip long ago. They walked down the stairs, through the courtyard, and towards the newly refurbished mages tower—interesting, that—and then a bit further, to a nearly abandoned part of the battlements. It was flush against the inner keep and patrols rarely bothered to come this far.

About as private as they could get, outside of a bedroom.

“You brought me here for a reason,” he said into the lingering silence. Eventually Solas nodded, bracing his arms against the stone ledge and staring into the distance. He wasn’t looking at the scenery, Bull knew. He was seeing something else entirely. “You wanna talk?”

“I… yes. Please.” He lost some of his distance, glancing back at Bull. “It feels inappropriate to trouble you further. You have given me much—”

“I’m not keeping count, Solas,” he said firmly, watching as the mage frowned before scoffing, turning back to the view. “Pretty clear that the whole thing is fucking with you.”

“So it is.”

Bull knew not to pry. He knew. Even without his training, he’d have cause to be suspicious of Solas. He talked a lot, at times, and gave his opinions freely, but all the while he kept everything about himself private. If he did reveal something, it was vague. All his answers were difficult to prove and he was careful to keep it that way. He didn’t know if he should credit his training or his own experiences for the sense of familiarity with that reserve, the unshakeable sensation that, yes, Solas was guarded, was reserved, was keeping himself held back… but that there was more to it. He also knew that if he pushed, the other man would clam right up. Gather his caution and privacy around himself like a cloak and excuse himself from the conversation, probably with some scathing witticism. He had to be allowed to speak, not encouraged, if one was to get anything of worth out of him.

Bull didn’t understand why he had to be so damn careful, but it was clear that he did. So he gave it time. They looked across the mountains together. And when Solas finally did begin to speak, it was careful, it was deliberate, and it was as true as he felt he could be.

“It has been a long time since I was in a battle like that.” He paused, then sighed. “No. Not a battle. Since I was in war. It is… harder than I thought it would be, now that we have returned. The Fade should preoccupy my thoughts. I walked in it! However terrible it was, it was an amazing experience! I should treasure that, I should—” he cut himself off with a snarl, glancing away. Bull let him build up his composure again. It took time, but that was alright. “Still. It is not the Fade I think about. It is that battlefield. The sound of it. The smell of it…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “I— apologies. This cannot be easy for you to hear.”

“Well. I guess that’s true. But I’m here anyway. I don’t gotta be, but I am. And I’m not leaving. So speak, Fadewalker.” Solas snorted, sobering a moment later. 

“It is just… naively, perhaps, I had not thought to be in such a situation again. It seemed that all our fighting would take place in brief skirmishes. They are challenging as well, of course, and there is a great deal I remember from them that I would sooner not, but it is not the same. The anticipation before the battle. The raw wave of emotion from the soldiers. The overwhelming immediacy of it all. A battle done but more ahead, always more ahead, no peace afforded save moving between fights, it is—” he paused to rub at his face, then straightened up. “I did not think it would affect me in this way.”

“I understand,” was all he said. All he could say. Anything, everything else would be a hollow comfort, a platitude. Solas knew this misery. So did he. They shared that knowledge, as shitty as it was. Solas looked at him for a long time, and Bull met his gaze steadily. Eventually the mage nodded.

“So you do. Thank you.”

“Nothing to it.” Solas smiled, both of them knowing the lie for what it was.

[shallowseeker]

I think it was you had this meta about how dean as when he's a leader has to be like a doctor that does surgery on his own family. This image stuck with me! I looked but tumblr won't let me find it. Was this yours? Do you know it off the top of your head?

I think you're talking about this? TFW are fascinating disaster parents and I dig it. There's a snippet at the end that compares Dean to a doctor operating on family.

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SNIPPET:

Dean craves safety and being protected, but that’s somewhat incompatible with protecting everyone

Dean never got to be valued and protected growing up, so he secretly craves that. But Sam is correct in his psycho-analysis. Dean’s neurosis is wanting to protect everyone, and this is often fundamentally, violently incompatible with letting your family fight alongside you.

All things considered, Dean rarely resorts to going lone wolf, like with the Mark of Cain. Despite his discomfort, he tries to marshal everyone under one roof, and that often results in a degree of my-way-or-the-highway type rigidity as a means of neurotically trying to keep everyone safe.

In fact, Cas often avoids this dilemma altogether by going lone wolf. (They all do this on occasion, but Cas's background as a soldier is especially tired to this. Mary, as a child soldier, has this issue, too. Jack has the same issue in AU earth when he tries to run away to confront Michael on his own.)

................ When the fights get too BIG (as they often do in Supernatural), Dean cannot ensure the safety of his loved ones, and he freaks the fuck out. When Dean can neither protect nor stop family/comrades from going into danger, you get these coping mechanisms:

Benching the player: “Wait, you might get hurt, so I’m gonna say that I don’t trust you to be in that fight at all so maybe you won't!" Sometimes, this need to kick people to the bench comes out as a barb: “You’re an incompetent baby who does stupid things. Baby in a trenchcoat. You’re an idiot. To Jack: You’re 98 pounds soaking wet.” etc etc.

Fatalism: “I’m powerless / this whole fight is meaningless / there’s nothing we can do / we have no choice.” All members of TFW slip into this in different ways. Giving up is a natural part of SPN, something that each family member goes through depending on the psychological wound of the moment.

Denial: Other times, Dean downplays the danger, which can result in meanness and occasionally a lack of support/neglect.

With regards to Cas, we see an even more colorful option deployed and one of my all-time favorites: goading him into being stronger. It's a barbed version of, “You can do it, Cas!”

SAM: Tell me again why you don’t just grab Adam and shazam the Hell out of there. CAS: Because there are at least five angels in there. DEAN: So? You’re fast. CAS: They’re faster. (CAS takes off his tie and wraps it around his palm. Dean looks on worriedly. ///Aside: Hilariously, two seconds later Dean is like WAIT YOU'RE GONNA TAKE ON FIVE ANGELS? :((((( )

Cas doesn't fit in his pre-conceived notions of anything

In early days, Dean is incredibly spun out and confused by Cas, who he wants to be protected by and protect. In the beginning, in season 4, he’s still wanting to think of Cas as invincible.

Post-Cas’s first death, Dean tries to pin him down as brother, and at times he even infantilizes Cas as he evolves into needing to protect him. 

But bottom line, he just can’t make Cas FIT. He’s a comrade, but there are extra layers to their relationship that get confusing real fast. We get these Dean coping mechanisms in seasons 5-6 alone!

(A) Goad him into being more powerful and better so he’s safe

(B) insult him to underscore that he’s in danger and maybe shouldn’t be fighting at all

© go full denial and pretend the situation isn’t that serious blah-blah Raphael

I think in season 8, Dean figures out what those extra layers are, and in season 9, they deal with rejecting each other by accident, and in season 10, they’re respectively dealing with their past traumas and baggage. Then, in seasons 11-12, they’re grappling with the whole embarrassing and terrifying fiasco of wanting to commit to each other.

But to my point about cosmic family members, there’s this simmering tension concerning the danger of celestial power running throughout. A feeling of:

“Dude you’re kinda scary and I instinctually know this because I’m a seasoned hunter. But I’m gonna keep ignoring that gut instinct because reasons.”

And confusingly, there’s also this feeling:

“I can’t really protect myself from you, since you’re stronger than me. And I’m not strong enough to protect you from your enemies… or stop you from leaving.

See this quote from season 8:

CAS: See, it wasn’t that I was weak. I was stronger than you. I pulled away. Nothing you could have done would have saved me, because I didn’t want to be saved. DEAN (distraught): What the Hell are you talking about?

Dean was SO upset that Cas let go. That he didn’t even try. (Dean and Cas often give up, but they become unhinged if the other partner gives up.) For someone like Dean, whose instinct is to squirrel away his family in a protective underground bunker? That’s a tension that feels devastating.

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As a main character/battle commander, Dean knows that tactically, Jack and Cas will take on big, scary responsibilities by virtue of being, as season 15’s Belphegor so eloquently puts it, “the muscle.”

…and this is in direct conflict with Dean’s baseline need to protect everyone.

He doesn’t want to gamble with them at all. (See season 12's "We gambled with Cas, and now Amara's got him!") He wants to say, “you’re more than a weapon,” (13x14 Good Intentions script) and Cas wants to tell him, “in times of peace, I can be.”

DEAN: Cas, you’re more than a weapon– CAS: In times of peace I can be, but if (war) is coming…

....

TFW and the burden of leading

This, at times, makes Dean a rigid, unhinged leader. That’s because he’s too often sending his own fam into battle. And who wouldn’t be unhinged about that? There’s a reason we don’t operate on our own family members in a medical setting, for example.

When Dean is a leader, he can be like a dog with rabies foaming at the mouth, backed into a corner. It’s the worst.

Sam, on the other hand, fares pretty well as a leader, because he values independence so highly, and that kinda works for him. (He’s pragmatic and he dissociates very effectively.)

[sammygender]

12!

ask game

12: the unpopular character you actually really like and why everyone else should like them

sam obviously

i'm disconnected enough from mainstream fandom that i actually have no idea which characters are unpopular to them... i think amelia is pretty widely hated but i like her well enough especially as an arc for sam. i liked michael in s15 (and not a second before). him and adam's relationship was really fascinating they shouldve done more with it.

as for within my mutuals/samblr.... i honestly have no idea. i love the leviathans in s7 because i just think theyre fun but does that count as an unpopular character? sadly i am a hater to my core and there are far more popular characters i dislike a little....

OH wait i know. LATE SEASONS LUCIFER. everyone hates his ass and i will admit by s13 i was going Can somebody just rip up mark pellegrino's contract already (doubled in s14). but i actually really stand by him. smarter people than me have written better meta about this but there's just something so insidious about the way he acts in late seasons knowing hes inflicted irreperable torment and damage on sam.

like. ur century long abuser & torturer & rapist is always making edgelord dirtbag jokes and acting like a 14 year old with daddy issues and saying hes a virgin and hes awful obviously but hes awful in such a petty human way except hes Not. it lulls everyone into this false sense of security where they know lucifer's like, evil, but he's also just this annoying douche they work with sometimes, feels evil the same way your extremely right wing Young Conservatives make-me-a-sandwich coworker is kind of evil, and no one actually knows what happened in the Cage cause sam never talks to anyone about it, and i just think about how like........incredibly awful and isolating this mustve been for sam.

lucifer wont take anything seriously so how can anyone take Him seriously?? people complain about how hes a serious threat in like s5 and s7 and afterwards hes just a joke but i Like that. because he hasnt stopped being a serious threat hes just now petty, impulse-driven, apathetic, perpetually-teenage from the stunted growth of an ancient being in the Worst Possible Way. and hes still horrifically evil and sam is still incredibly terrified of him..

its just like! great to play around with! tfw your abusive ex is obviously a dick to everyone who meets him but he just kind of seems like a joke so no one can really take it all that seriously and now you just look kind of crazy for being this scared of him because tbh he seems too stupid to play the sort of psychological mind games he did and torment you that badly! sorry thats so interesting. then u add JACK into the mix? showstopping. astounding. jack Knows hes evil but like... thats just some guy. thats his dick dad who's kind of mean to sam. but like dean's his dick dad who's kind of mean to sam. shrug emoji.

anyway tldr i love late seasons lucifer. immortal deity adopting the aesthetics of evil (unfunny misogynstic white man). i dont know how this turned into a manifesto for him but. shrug emoji.

[another-corpo-rat]

wip wednesday

tagged by @corpocyborg, ty!!! <3 tagging with no pressure!! @theviridianbunny, @wistereia, @wanderingaldecaldo & @luvwich tfw work has slaughtered most of my motivation to work on things, but i do have some wips in the pipeline, starting with the closest to done:

Pale Yellow

featuring @pozerjacket's darling boy Kauri, and Victoria in a not great mood. Titled after the woodkid song. there's just a few more paragraphs that need re-written before i comb through it again

It’s a familiar enough thing; Stunzer’s voice was always as bright as his mood when he was off-duty – and she was yet to be privy to him not in a good mood. He was one of the rare few who could claw genuine joy out of the shithole that was Night City, a skill she would perhaps envy were she a lesser woman born to parents selfish enough to bring a child into a life condemned to the gutters. But a lesser woman she was not and she’d have no need for it now, not with a one-way ticket booked for London. First-class of course, because she wouldn’t allow herself to suffer lesser.  She was in agony enough as his smile and tone grated against already raw nerves. “Stunzer.” She says, sharp and cold as if she was interrupting someone’s stupidity in a meeting— And really that didn’t seem far off. She did feel him utterly idiotic with that stupid smile and aggressively pleasant mood. Painfully genuine and foolish for it. But not entirely so, at her word the switch flips and his bright smile drops into something more presentable, practiced. Professional. Good. She did keep his contact details for reasons beyond warming her bed. “I have a job for you,” and she could do without her voice sounding rough to her own ears; the words rasping against her coarse throat, “no fixers, no middlemen. Meet me on the Ebunike in Northside if you’re interested, Maelstrom shouldn’t give you any trouble.” She cuts the call before he can speak and wonders why she didn’t just send a text.

That Unwanted Animal

and then there's the untitled very much in the planning stages smasher-getting-pegged fic thats still in the bullet-points format in my document atm. even the title is a placeholder from the amazing devil song

“Fuck you, Blondie.” “If that’s what you’d prefer.” There’s enough of a pause that he seems to be considering it, his jaw working as if he’s caught the safe-word between his teeth and is shaping it with his tongue. “Or,” she croons, with the practiced softness of a suit guiding someone towards the answer they want, “you get on your back instead. See how you feel then.” “And how the fuck will that help?” A click of her tongue, derisive. “You think I let the dolls look at me?” Another pause, another moment of consideration. It’s a bold-faced lie and he knows it, knows she’d sooner break their jaws for looking away rather than forcing their head into the pillows. But it’d hardly be the first time they accepted one another’s lie for their own sake, twisting and working with it just enough to iron out the kinks in their reasoning. Safely tossed away immediately after, to be brought up only when their bickering turns to arguments and a way to shake the other’s foundation. Her success is marked by another huff and the deep dip of the bed as he rolls to adjust his position, ungraciously kicking her in the turn. His smirk is too wide and the late ‘move’ too amused for it not to be purposeful. But her annoyance is short-lived, much shorter than she’d like but— anger is a difficult thing to hold onto as he gets comfortable, the air stolen from her lungs with the picture. [describe adam here. Be horny with it] Those thick legs frame her now as she settles between them, trailing a hand along his inner thigh and almost regretting having him on his hands and knees in the first place. Almost. If she didn’t suggest it for his sake; comfort was rarely a luxury offered in either of his lives, because what does an 8ft war machine need of goose-feather pillows and a gentle hand? Nothing, if he were to be asked, but he was extending a deeper trust than she expected, and so it was the least she could offer in return.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

The graduation of Aricka Winchester

(TFW 3.0-> Aricka, Adam, Castiel, Dean, Sam; and all the kids)

This was it. The culmination of everything that 18 year old Aricka Winchester (known to the public as Aricka Campbell) had been working for since she was in kindergarten.

She was graduating from high school. She would be attending online classes for the one and only Juilliard School- on a full ride scholarship-! She still couldn’t believe it. Aricka had always wanted to be an actress someday- ever since Dean showed her clips of Grease as a kid- but now that it was within her grasp she couldn’t believe it wasn’t just a dream.

And that wasn’t all the craziness. Not only was she graduating today, but she was also the valedictorian, graduating with academic honors and a final GPA of 3.98- all those sleepless nights cramming with Sam or the long car rides where Adam quizzed her with flash cards had finally paid off.

But they weren’t the only ones who had pushed her to this point.

Ever since Dean discovered that his little sister had big ambitions of becoming a fancy Broadway superstar, he’d researched every theater in the local Lebanon area, drove her to countless auditions, held her after every heartbreaking experience and celebrated with every role she played. He helped her memorize lines, took her headshot countless times, and made sure she regularly updated her acting resume.

And every person in the bunker had helped or cheered her on in some capacity. Castiel was her third biggest supporter; always asking her about her favorite shows; learning all the technical names for the theater, reminding her to “break a leg,” before every show.

Finally, she would pay her family back tenfold for their belief and support in her.

It was time to graduate. And she was ready.

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She wasn’t ready. Aricka felt her heart catch in her chest, her mouth dry like cotton, and her hands beginning to sweat. She couldn’t remember her speech- she couldn’t remember her speech-!

Whooshing. Wind- no, wings. The familiar flap of a trenchcoat. The scent of ocean and menthol cough drops.

Castiel.

“Cas…” she breathed; and the angel placed both hands on her shoulders firmly.

“You must breathe,” he says. “You have everything it takes to accomplish today. The hard part is over, yes? Today is about celebrating the hard work of the last four- no- eighteen years of your life.”

“Cas I’m not ready- I’m not ready for high school to end- I just got used to it -!” He pulls her into a hug - and she goes willingly, sinking into the angel’s grasp with a shaky sigh and a trembling body. “Cas I’m scared.”

“Good. To be scared means you’re human, and last I checked you were definitely human.” He laughs; the sound rumbling in his chest, soothing Aricka further.

“I’m being a baby, aren’t I.”

“No. You’re being a normal teenager who feels things,” he says. “It’s healthy to have emotions. To cry.”

“… You’ll be watching me right? Make sure I won’t fall?”

“If I even see you begin to slip I’ll “mojo” you back to standing,” he says, and she could hear the air quotes he wanted to make. It made her giggle.

“Thanks Cassie. I love you.”

Lips brush against her temple, right under her golden cap. “And I, you, sunflower.”

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After several nauseatingly long moments, “Pomp and Circumstance,” began to play, and the gradating class of 2020 was ready to graduate.

Aricka turned to her right; takes seven steps; meets up with Samandriel- ah, yes. The angel- her soulmate-!- had went through the last four years of high school with her- under the name Alfie Johnson- and he was the salutatorian. She definitely wouldn’t have made it through the last four years without Manny at her side- he was her rock and her constant.

Dimly; she’s aware of Dean whistling and Sam quietly but also loud enough for her to hear proclaim, “Go Aricka!”

She grips Manny’s hand, he tucks it in his elbow; and he escorts her down the aisle to their row of chairs. The pair stand in front of their chairs and wait for the rest of their fellow graduates to file in after them.

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“The 2020 class valedictorian is Aricka Campbell, under the guardianship of her older brothers Dean and Samuel Campbell.” The principal had to pause as an entire section of the bleachers erupted in cheers: whistles and stomping. “Aricka is a determined individual who remains committed to both her academics and extracurricular activities.As president of the theater and choral clubs, she introduced various musicals and advocated for the first ever glee club our school has seen. Throughout her high school years, Aricka has shone brightly in the spotlight onstage and on the field in marching band, as part of our color guard. She’s currently a member of the Battle of the Books club and has participated in drama, choir, band, FFA, newspaper, Spanish club, battle of the books, Solo and Ensemble and SADD since freshman year. She’s also been involved with the Sunshine club and tutors underclassmen in her free time.

Demonstrating her continued involvement in the community, Aricka participates in the local theater program over the summer, mentioning young children in the ways of the stage. . She has also participated in the Lebanon County Fair as part of their swine show and their creative music program. Upon graduation, she plans to spend time with her family on the road and at home, fully enjoying her summer before attending online classes at Juilliard School with a full scholarship. Ladies and gentlemen, your class of 2020 valedictorian, Miss Aricka Campbell.”

With sweaty palms and shaking breath; Aricka stood and made her way to the podium. She heard- very echoey but still heard- the cheers and applause of her family members as she organized the paper and calmed her nerves and breathing down. She looks up. Scans the bleachers. Finds a tan coat and green army jacket. Tense shoulders relax.

And then she speaks.

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“Good afternoon. Loving families, fellow graduates, and supporting staff, thank you all for being here today. My name is Aricka Campbell, and I am your 2020 valedictorian.

We did it. 9,467,280 minutes later, we have arrived at the moment our parents or guardians have longed for yet dreaded- graduation. I can safely say, this was nothing like Grease or Grease 2. Dean- you let me down dude. You crushed my soul.” She laughs and can almost hear Sammy tease Dean and Dean rolling his eyes.

“I always knew today would come. My brothers have been preparing me for this day since I started kindergarten. When I was little, we moved around a lot because of the job my brothers had. But then we found Kansas, and we found home. To quote Dorothy Gale from my favorite book, The Wizard of Oz, “There’s no place like home.”” She turns the page and continues,

“To my fellow graduates, the next few weeks are going to feel surreal. I’ve already felt it. But I have some advice I hope will help. You all helped me fit in when I was new here; five years ago when I was a scared and nervous eighth grader. Now it’s my turn to return and repay you all.” She looks at the chairs of graduating students before her and sees several of her friends smiling back- none prouder than Samandriel of course.

“I like to think of life as a Broadway musical. Act one is over. We might have a long or a short intermission, depending on what the future holds for each of us. For me, I have a shorter intermission than some, because I will be attending college in the fall. But for some, intermission is going to be longer. You might be taking a gap year. Or you might be joining the work force, looking for a job leading to a career. Whatever your second act looks like, from your resident theater geek; break a leg. Or in layman’s terms, good luck.” She winks, does jazz hands, and several people laugh.

“To our families, you’ve been the supporting cast our entire lives, cheering us on and pushing us ever since we began kindergarten. I want to give my personal family a shoutout- but I have a lot of family here so I’m going with four people in particular.” She takes a breath, already getting emotional.

“Cas. Thank you for all the late night snack chats, the ones Sam and Dean didn’t know about until now- oops. Thanks for lending a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, and arms that give some of the best and warmest hugs ever.” She looks up just as the angel blows a kiss her direction, and she pretends to catch it right there in front of everyone. “I love you too-!” She clears her throat before moving on,

“Adam. We’ve been the “A-team,” since we met, and I’ll never forget the time you let me draw the muscle systems on you for a biology class. You always found a way to make learning fun and I’ll always be grateful for you.” Instead of looking for a reaction she pushes forward, saying,

“Sammy. You saw my academic potential and pushed me harder than I ever thought I could be pushed. You stayed up late with me countless nights and helped me memorize conjugations, formulas and procedures that I never would’ve learned without you. I love you more than words can express.”

Then came the one she knew would be hardest because of how easy it was to write.

“Dean. How can I thank you enough -? You raised me from the time I was a little kid- you’ve loved and supported me through thick and thin, and when you found out my biggest dream was to act you lifted me up to reach the stars. And now I’ve grabbed them. It’s truly all because you saw me better than anyone else. I love you De.” Here she looks up, eyes wet with tears and breath hard to find, “To infinity and beyond.”

Wiping her eyes: she smiles and says,

“And finally, to the staff. I’ll never forget the support and love I’ve felt from all of you. Especially the drama, choir, band and library staff. You’ve all been so supportive and wonderful and I’ll carry the memories of your teachings fondly.” One more final breath and she finishes,

“In closing, I’d like to leave you with the words of Walt Disney, “"Whatever you do, do it well. Do it so well that when people see you do it, they will want to come back and see you do it again, and they will want to bring others and show them how well you do what you do". "All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them". "First, think. Second, believe. Third, dream. And finally, dare".” She looks up at the audience. Stares each graduate in the eye.

“Always dare to be different. Dare to have faith. And dare to dream. Thank you.”

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“When I call your name, graduates please come collect your diploma and pause for a picture. Families refrain from applause until all names have been called.”

Aricka already knew her family would ignore that- you try telling angels what to do. She knew how hard it was from personal experience.

“Olivia Anderson… Howard Bradenton…. Aricka Campbell….” As soon as her first name left the principal’s mouth, she heard that same section of bleachers explode in cheers, appease, whistling and stomping of feet.

“GO ARICKA!”

“SHE’S OUR SISTER!”

“WE LOVE YOU ARICKA!”

She blushes and apologizes to the principal, but a proud smile was on her face the remainder of the ceremony.

Aricka Winchester was loved. And she had the proof to show it.

Oh; and right before Samandriel went to get his diploma, he grabbed her; dipped her: and kissed her in front of the entire class of 2020, the staff, and every person in the gymnasium.

Yeah. She was definitely, completely, and totally, loved.

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Aricka stood in the receiving line, Samandriel having “poofed” their diplomas to their shared room at the bunker, butterflies in her stomach as she waited to see who the first person of her family to emerge from the school would be.

…. And to nobody’s surprise; the first person was Dean. Her Dean. Neither of his AU counterparts, but the brother who had stepped up and taken care of her since she was four. The oldest Winchester immediately wrapped his baby sister in the biggest hug imaginable, one hand cradling her head against his shoulder like she was little again. No words were needed, but Dean still spoke. “I am so proud of you kid. The proudest. You worked so hard and now you’re here.”

Aricka soaked up every word, knowing Dean rarely got this emotional nor said this type of thing often; so she absorbed it like the sponge she was. “I meant it. I love you D.”

“Love you, short-stuff.” She giggled and he moved down the line. She was then swept off her feet by one very strong and tall and emotional Moose-brother of hers.

“SAMMY-!” She shrieks, laughing as he sets her down.

“She did it-!! You did it-!” She was nearly blinded by the megawatt smile Sam had on his face. “I’m proud of you squirt. I knew you could do it.”

“You were right Sammy. You were right.” She throws her arms around his middle and squeezes tightly, feeling his hand on the back of her head, the other around her shoulders. “I love you.”

Next was Adam; and he didn’t say a word as he tugged her in for a signature Adam hug. The two siblings simply held on to each other like cling wrap, Aricka’s face pressed into Adam’s shirt and his into the shoulder of her gown, eyes closed and hearts basically beating in sync as they stood there hugging. Aricka’s arms were under his, her chin resting on her own hand. Adam had one arm around her neck, the other firmly around her waist, this was a firm hug, a solid reminder that she still had him, and vice versa. “I love you,” was felt; not said in this moment.

Adam let go, and she was instantly pulled into four arms- Donna and Jody. Her honorary and true moms. She clung to them tightly and closed her eyes again, burrowing into their holds. “Oh baby…” Jody says.

“Great job pumpkin.” Donna kisses her forehead.

“Mom… mama.. I did it!”

“You sure did, and we’re so proud of you.”

“So proud.”

The next four in line were her brothers- from two different universes. First were the older two- versions of her brothers in a universe where they were heirs to a prestigious hunting corporation. In this universe they went by the aliases of Clay Forester and Alec Priestly.

“C’mere you-!” Alec- or Dean- said, reaching and grabbing her in for an almost rib-crushing hug, making her giggle. “You did that-! That speech was awesome.” She smiled- some things wouldn’t change, even in different universes.

“You should be proud of yourself,” Clay says- aka Sam. “I know I am.” The words made her smile. Just like her Sam, he scooped her off her feet, and she kicked them up in the air, sandals flopping lazily as she giggles.

“Clayyyy-!!!” He smacks a kiss onto her cheek and sets her down; the pair of them grinning wildly.

Then came two pairs of arms- one around her waist, the other around her neck. Her two little brothers- two versions of Sam and Dean from another universe Chuck destroyed. She wrapped her arms around each of them, tears flowing earnestly again, her little brothers almost overwhelming her with how much love she was feeling. “SIS!” 10 year old Sammy says. “You did it-!”

“You were so cool-!” 14 year old Dean added. She beams and hugs them again,

“Thanks guys. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

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“Alright! Winchester family! Line up for a family photo!” Uncle Bobby yells. They’d got their hug- Bobby roughly dragging her in for a moment and kissing the top of her forehead, the grizzly bear of a man whispering, “Congrats rugrat,” in her ear. He winked when she grabbed her little brothers’ hands and led them over to her five older brothers- Clay, Alec, Sammy, Dean and Adam. Her little brother Dean- nicknamed Jason- linked their arms together and little brother Sammy- aka Thomas/Tommy- jumped on her back, making her grunt but laugh as she wrapped her arms under his legs.

“Okay you guys-! Look at the camera-! 3-2-1 SMILE-!” Jody yells; and on cue all the Winchesters- this universe and the others- exclaim,

“CHEESE-!” Showing off exaggerated grins.

Then Aricka and Manny posed, once normal and one where Samandriel dipped her and kissed her, her holding her grad cap in her left hand tightly.

Aricka Winchester was ready to take on the world.

She’d saved it enough times, how hard would college be-?

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[blastedtree-blog]

“No... Valen--tine.” She looks forlorn. “I, am... alone.”

[tabl3]

day 2525152521735173 of Kaz choosing violence

[beginningfght]

i  went  to  bed  in  my  shithole  apartment  and  i  woke  up  in  an  actual  shithole .

[adammilligan]

based on michael’s behavior in the diner i’m willing to bet that he’d generally be sort of amiable towards other humans? like maybe he wouldn’t be Mr. Friendly but he’d be like...tolerant. probably a little supercilious and condescending to them sometimes?? but he wouldn’t have any sort of problems with them and would probably listen to them and hear them out if they started to talk. he just has a massive problem with tfw (understandably so) and will immediately go on the defensive/offensive the second they enter the room because he fucking hates them lmAO 

[lndenmeres-a]

𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 + 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐘

@dearests​

‘ i’m serious, lie down. let me help. ’

you think that when mrs gansey put in a good word for you for an engineering internship,     she’d envisioned you helping build nano robots or rocketships.     you’d had a slightly more realistic expectation:     making coffee,     sitting silently in meetings               but the reality had been in-between,     and far more heavy lifting than you’d been prepared for.     and the result is not being able to move your neck or lift your arms above your head.     ‘     i’m fine,     really               ’     you break off with a groan as you turn your head too far and pain twinges all the way down your back.     it makes you reconsider gansey’s offer.     and you glance at him,     considering.     ‘     jesus.     do you have any of those fancy oils     ?     hot rocks     ?    ’

[magnvs]

ALT  .     TITLED   ‘ MAGNUS   MADE   ME   DO   IT  . ’ 

✧･ﾟ:* MAGNUS BANE CHARACTER STUDY: SOCIAL MEDIA ( PT. 2 ) ↳ ft. @myyrddin.

[artistictea]

Blue and Adam are my absolute fave characters hands down :’)