#the dude that literally decided out of nowhere that he has to kill Michael to fully free the AU refugees when the plan was only to escapee

[soullessjack]

there’s so much love for how insanely-ruthlessly protective Cas is but the same is never given to jack when he’s the one being insanely ruthless about his family….it’s a cryin’ shame, i say

[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

Possibly a big ask to get just out of the blue but: what are your Supernatural season opinions? Which one is your favorite? Least favorite? Did you watch long enough to have showrunner opinions? If yes, which showrunner is your favorite and which is your least favorite? If no, which season that you haven't seen most tempts you to get back in the Supernatural trenches? Answer exactly as many of these questions as you want to. Carry on.

You know, I am not sure how long this Ask has been sitting here, because my Tumblr notifications are borked -- I hope not long? If long, I apologize, I wasn't ignoring it on purpose!

Okay, so I have more than the average number of Supernatural opinions, probably, but I'll try to keep this to a dull roar! Inside Me There Are Two Wolves: one of them believes that only the original five seasons of Supernatural are worth defending in any way, the other really, really loves seasons 11 and 12. The Kripke Era had a lot of problems, particularly in its treatment of women as bodies without agency and its treatment of Black men as literal predators, but also for all its flaws, it had a kind of coherence and narrative drive that comes from being the product of a dude who obviously cared about it and had something to say. Taken on its own, seasons 1-5 are a brutal and compelling story about the traumas of being men in a universe that's been absolutely destroyed by its Fathers: on almost every level, it's about these abandoned and brutalized boys discovering that their entire reality is the product of an abandoning and brutalizing God, populated by authority figures who are universally demanding and arrogant, but also completely fucking useless. It's quite literally about Sam and Dean trying to hang onto their souls and their own agency when everyone around them wants them forced into shapes formed by conflicts that fell into place at the beginning of time. It's hard to remember, but back then even the Lucifer plotline was about that! It was about the damage fathers inflict on sons! Things were about things, in the Kripke era!

Then we get to the Gamble era, and. Woof. I actually -- don't hate 6 and 7? Like everything Sera Gamble touches, those two seasons are kinetic and memorable and funny and weird and hit some really, really great emotional beats. There are Some Problems, but Gamble was saddled with a pretty dire job, trying to find a way forward after everything about the series really had effectively wrapped up in Swan Song, and I think she did an okay job. People got mad at her for killing Castiel, but you know, damn, I give her this: that was a storyline. Like, this character who was fresh out of the cult he was raised in becoming disillusioned by how messy normal life is and deciding that maybe people need better authoritarianism instead -- the way he's driven to take too many risks by the fact that he's abandoned and desperate -- Crowley as a legitimately scary villain while still being charming af -- and the tragic resolution of Castiel being torn apart by both his hubris and his heroism. It's actually really good. I understand why people didn't want what Gamble was serving up -- and I'm able to like it because it was undone later, you know? -- but she really did commit to a full season of character arc and saw it all the way through to an earned ending, and I gotta respect that.

I genuinely hate seasons 8 and 9. I think everyone is a dick, particularly but not exclusively Dean, to the point where I just find it a bummer to watch. I mean, you get Benny, and I love Benny. You get, I dunno, bits and bobs of decent episodes, but overall they are very fucked up seasons in my opinion. So Carver era is on thin fucking ice with me, but I do think you start to get a rebound in season 10 with the Mark of Cain stuff, although I wish they'd managed to keep Cain around longer. All the really good Claire stuff starts happening, which is nice because Claire, but also because for once the show is really letting itself go back and deal with the mess these protagonists leave behind them constantly. Castiel and Claire have maybe the most interesting non-Winchester relationship on the show. Oh, and Rowena shows up around here too, right? Love her. So the back half of Carver, 10 and 11, are starting to really gain traction for me. The world is building outward, secondary characters are starting to be genuine characters in their own right, the politics of Heaven and Hell get a little richer and more interesting. The show is really starting to feel like it takes place in a universe, which is great because we love the Frigging Winchesters, but they shouldn't be the only thing going, right? We have 15 seasons to get through! Season 11 is basically bracketed by what are probably my two favorite Supernatural episodes: Baby and Don't Call Me Shurley. (I think I'm the world's only living Metatron fan; I fucking love that little dude.)

Dabb takes over in 12, and I really, really, genuinely love season 12. I fucking love Mary. There are so many episodes I adore -- Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox is a special favorite of mine, and I remain pissed off that the Banes twins never made it to recurring status, bluntly that feels wildly racist to me -- probably the best three-episode streak in the show is Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets to Regarding Dean to Stuck In the Middle (With You), three just almost perfect episodes. So I was poised to really love the Dabb era. I wanted to! My body was ready!

And I do really love the first chunk of season 13, the Widow Winchester arc. Obviously I'm a romantic, love that for me, but it's just also really good? The acting, the writing, the psychological complexity of Dean wanting Jack to be Bad so he has an outlet for his anger and Sam wanting Jack to be Good so he can retroactively parent himself and raise a Lucifer-tainted child who isn't crippled by self-loathing. Billie's great, and it looks like she's going to start being one of the major powers of the universe. Unfortunately -- with the occasional exception of this or that solid episode -- that's kind of the end of Pretty Good Supernatural. Season 13 kind of unravels; season 14 always feels like it's looking for itself (which is a bummer, because I wanted very much to care about Michael); season 15 is, idk. Idk about any of it, it's all pretty pointless. I feel bad complaining on some level, because the show's been on for like fourteen years at this point! It's kinda justified in feeling a little worn out. But the reality is that the later seasons systematically undo all the expansion that had excited me earlier -- the Wayward Sisters crew pretty much vanishes when the spinoff isn't picked up, Naomi and the angels stop doing anything, Crowley's gone, Mary's gone for much of it. We're just kind of futzing around with monsters who don't seem to matter (very much including Lucifer, who hasn't mattered in ages) and a lot of Jack, who. I try not to shit all over, because I know he's a popular character, but I find him just ungodly boring. Everything in the last two and a half season just feels like it's headed nowhere in particular, and also it bored me. The Empty deal is just sadness porn; it doesn't have any resonance or meaning in terms of Castiel's character, it's just him agreeing to die for his kid, which is okay, it means he's a loving dad, which he is, but there's no conflict there, ergo no real drama. It's just mean; it happens because it'll make us sad, and no other reason. Rowena is the only strong secondary character left, and her ending also doesn't feel particularly relevant to her, it's just a generic Sacrifice to Save the World. Everything just feels like they're autogenerating plotlines, rather than letting the actual needs and drives of the characters shape the narrative. So while I have this weird split personality with Carver where I either hate what he's doing or I love it, most of the Dabb era is just. There. It doesn't make me feel anything except kind of tired and embarrassed. Which is a bummer, because I have an inexplicable fondness for Dabb, probably just because of how much I love s12. I wanted to love his seasons! I did love his first season! I feel like maybe something happened when the CW rejected Wayward Sisters? I know that was kind of his darling, and it feels like maybe losing that kind of sucked the joy out of him, and he's kind of checked-out by the end. That's genuinely just my guess, however.

That's Professor Milo's Intro to Supernatural Studies, don't forget to fill out your course survey on the way out!

[adammilligan]

i ABSOLUTELY want to hear about the fantasy au!!!

OKAY! this is gonna be a ride so strap in. if it's incomprehensible and confusing then whatever let's do this anyway

so adam is from a town up in the far north, right. he lived there with kate until he was fourteen and kate (who worked as the town healer) passed away. kate was respected in the town because she was the best at her job but adam, as a bastard child, could never quite manage to win that same respect from the townspeople (and ofc it being a small town that same distrust generally gets passed down to children as well) so when his mom died adam was like yknow what? fuck it??? i'm leaving i'm out and if i'm gonna die of starvation sooner or later i'm at least gonna visit someplace beyond this icy wasteland for the first time in my life. so he takes what he knows about traveling through the snow and what little possessions he can carry with him and he just fucking. bails. if the town wants a healer they can do it themselves❤

so anyway he travels south and he damn near doesn't make it because he's fourteen and entirely unused to traveling because he's lived in the town his whole life and doesn't know what the fuck he's doing. but he's also stubborn as all fucking hell and doesn't let himself collapse until he starts seeing deciduous trees instead of coniferous and then he's like "wow. that's pretty" and just fucking faceplants. right in the grass.

so of course he doesn't die yet, right, he's found by somebody who drags his scrawny ass to some shelter and it turns out she's a sort of traveling healer??? and like...adam learned a lot from his mom but she was supposed to start REALLY teaching him when he was fifteen and obviously that didn't happen. so adam decides, since he has literally nowhere else to go and nothing else to live for basically, that he'll ask to be the woman's apprentice and (to his MAJOR fucking surprise) she accepts. so for the next six-ish years he basically spends time learning how to properly heal people and traveling along EVERYWHERE (he absolutely has a little summer fling with kristin in a seaside town. this is non-negotiable) and eventually all good things have to come to an end, right? so the woman isn't OLD old but she's certainly hitting an age and she decides that she's gonna settle down and just pass all her shit on to him and though he doesn't wanna leave the only person he's known for years he decides that he stills wants to Go Out and See Things and Help People and so they part ways.

meanwhile, in the world of royalty, there's a battle brewing because one kingdom just Will Not Fuck Off at the border between them and michael's acting as the prince regent right now because chuck is indisposed one way or another and he just sort of decides yknow what? fuck it? if these motherfuckers aren't going to leave then we're just gonna make them leave? and takes a party of knights down to the border to make them fuck off.

adam, who just so happened to be headed straight for the border, is not amused. but we'll get back to him in a moment.

anyway the fight starts, shit gets wild because there were more people down there than they thought, and michael's party is pretty much forced to in the midst of battle (like some "EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES" thing) but the PROBLEM is, michael gets hit and he gets hit BAD. like someone sliced him up and then a fleeing horse trampled him for good measure. the thing though is while michael's party was forced to flee, the opposing side was also forced to retreat because more of their numbers were taken out than he thought. so michael's essentially bleeding out on the forest floor, adam's been hiding up a tree this entire time because....what the FUCK just happened. and then he sees someone who's very obviously royalty just laying on the grass and decides to go up to him and poke him with a stick because if he's dead then HEY⁠—free stuff he can loot off his body to sell, right? give him a break he could always use the coin.

so, as it turns out, the dude's not dead! fan-fucking-tastic, right?

and adam TRIES to leave him behind. he really does. but then he thinks about how he would've died if the healer hadn't helped him and he thinks about what his mom would do and he bangs his head against a tree a couple times before finally turning around and performing the speediest emergency patch job on this man who might not even make it and all the while he's just like "don't wanna be here. people are gonna accuse me of murdering nobility. i have better things to do that be executed. cmon" and he's not even sure that the royal dude's gonna MAKE IT but he does his best anyway. he's using up supplies for this. royal dude better be fucking grateful.

once it finally seems like royal dude's not gonna die if adam moves him more than two inches, adam (veery slowly) drags him to a nearby cave system that he'd seen when he'd passed through the area before and decides to just look after him from there.

eventually, after adam has been looking after him for a While, royal dude wakes up. and he's Not Happy about it. so, naturally, he and adam get into an argument where he declares he's a prince and how dare adam lay his filthy hands on him yada yada yada and adam's like lol i'm not the one with the major fucking injury but alright. but also he's worried that michael's gonna kill him after he gets better but he doesn't want to leave him to die either and also he put too much work into this pretentious mf to just leave him now SO he might as well risk death.

and michael TRIES to do things independently at first. he REALLY does. he tries to the point where he keeps tearing his stitches and adam starts absolutely raising hell about it because his supplies are already wearing thin enough without angryfuck mcstubbornmeister fucking ruining them every chance he gets. and then he just fucking storms off for literally eight hours and michael's like "FINE. DIDN'T NEED HIM AROUND ANYWAY" but is also worried because he really can't move around all that much and he doesn't WANT to die and just as he's sort of accepting that he's been left adam storms back in with new supplies that he spent the last of his coin on and literally just starts raving about how if michael fucks these up too adam will LITERALLY smother him in his sleep. prince or not. and honestly adam's surprised michael didn't try to forcefully claw his way out of the cave but michael's just surprised that this commoner didn't just leave for good.

they both make an effort to get along a little better after that.

and then they actually get to talking and realize that they have more in common than they thought. which is odd, because they're also so different but they're similar in all the ways that matter and eventually they start trading stories while adam starts helping michael finally move around again and oftentimes the caves would echo with their laughter, so loudly would it reverberate around the stone walls. when michael is finally able to start walking (albeit REALLY stiffly) without assistance, he insists that he's going to go hunt because adam's been doing it for the both of them all this time and he hates just sitting around doing nothing. and when he ends up unable to catch anything because the pain flared up a bit too much, adam doesn't say a word, just flashes him a smile and shoots down a rabbit that they share without a word. and then adam lets him get water from the river instead, and somehow they end up laughing and soaking wet because they started a little splash fight even though adam starts fussing about the wounds afterwards.

but then the day comes; the day that michael can finally move around normally without too much strain, and at first neither of them acknowledge it. at first, they still sit by the riverbank and fish and tell each other whispered stories (whether fact or fiction) by the cooking fire, faces tanned from the heat and sitting a little too close than they'd like to mention. but michael brings it up one day, with hunched shoulders and a weary frown at the reminder, that he has a kingdom to rule. that his father was out of commission, and the longer he stayed hidden away the weaker the kingdom would seem, and adam sighs and concedes.

michael asks, a little hopeful, if adam would come with him. he could be appointed as the court physician, and he wouldn't ever have to worry about money or shelter or supplies ever again. but adam is used to small houses and worn paths and the ache of travel and the hard earth as his bed and his pillow, not downy mattresses and pampering. besides, constantly having to be in the presence of all those snobby nobles would be the absolute death of him, and he knows it.

so he says no, and very nearly changes his answer when michael's form deflates, the prince regent's face pulling into something downright sorrowful, and adam promises to accompany him to the border before they part ways.

they make it to the border, and it isn't even two moments of them awkwardly standing there shuffling their feet before adam thinks to hell with it and pulls the prince regent of one of the largest kingdoms in the land into a hug, except...they don't separate. they don't separate until adam pulls back, just enough to look michael in the eyes, before kissing him. it's soft and light and chaste, something that begins and brings with it the promise of never quite ending, even after they finally break apart, their foreheads gently meeting as they stare at each other.

michael asks if they'll ever meet again. adam doesn't know what to say, because life is tumultuous and messy and he might die before the year is at an end, so he only smiles. he smiles and he kisses michael once on the cheek and tells him that his kingdom is waiting for him, all while thinking (but never voicing) that it is his kingdom that needs him and michael has never been nor ever will be bound by the wants of a nameless travelling healer, and they finally unwind from each other and turn their separate ways, determined to not look back even as their minds scream for them to.

michael heads south, towards his kingdom, and adam heads west, always veering just the smallest bit north but never quite making it back to the town of his roots⁠—what holds him back, he's not sure yet. but there are people in need of help, and he'll be damned if he's going to let them suffer.

and so, it ends.

(until the unwritten sequel, where michael returns to his kingdom⁠—only to find it in utter shambles)

[babygirlizz]

Movies and TV shows of 2019

Okay so a couple or few years ago I did a review of movies that had released that year because I was super into movies that year. I am still into movies, but I have been watching a lot more shows this year. So, I will be reviewing movies and tv shows. Furthermore, I will be including stuff released this year, that I found this year, or that has a new season this year. Basically just anything that I have loved this year. Also, I don’t feel like ranking, so no particular order. Also, SPOILERS AHEAD - if you see a title of something you have not seen, and don’t want spoilers, please feel free to skip that section. Also, some of these I haven’t seen in a hot minute so if I get a detail messed up, we won’t speak on it. And finally, trigger warning - if you have struggled with sexual assault and may have an issue reading about it, either skip this post entirely or skip over the review of “Unbelievable.”

MOVIES -

1. After

I have been waiting for this since middle school. I read the after books on wattpad because what teenager in love with harry styles didn’t. Now I will be real with y'all. The acting could use some work in specific scenes, and some of the actors aren't MY favorite picks for certain roles, but I’m not gonna hate on actors. Ok so, Tessa (Josephine Langford) is an incoming freshman in college and is rooming with an upperclassmen, Steph (Khadijha Red Thunder) who has a friend named Hardin (Hero Fiennes-Tiffin). Steph wants Tessa to branch out and do new things, so she invites her to a party, where they play the stereotypical games, and thats when Hardin is kind of dared to make Tessa fall in love with him. ALSO, Tessa has a high school boyfriend named Noah (Dylan Arnold). She starts seeing Hardin, her boyfriend finds out, she falls in love with Hardin, and finds out it was all a dare. Buuuuuuut, pLoT tWiSt he actually loves her.

2. Avengers: Endgame

Ok listen, Infinity War was heartbreaking bc Bucky duh, but y'all are really gonna take Tony (RDJ) and Steve (Chris Evans) away from me? Shut up. Still, this was a really good movie and I’m not just saying that because I’m a marvel hoe. FRICK Thanos and thats on Ant Man. Thats literally all I have to say.

3. Annabelle Comes Home

I am a whore for scary movies. I love them so much and this one was *chefs kiss*. I love Mckenna Grace, she's such a good young actress and she fits so well in scary moves. There’s not much to say about the plot in this one, and ya really need to see it. Also, Bob (Michael Cimino) is so heckin cute what the heck.

4. Let It Snow

Ok this is a lot to unpack so grab ya snacks. Let’s talk about couple number 1 (of 3), Tobin (Mitchell Hope) and Angie (Kiernan Shipka) who are best friends. Tobin is in love with Angie but doesn’t know how to tell her, and gets lots of unwanted encouragement from his best friend Keon (Jacob Batalon) who just wants to throw a heckin good party, is that too much to ask for? So Angie gets invited to a party by some cute guy, JP (M and Tobin is jealous but goes with her anyways and they steal a keg for Keon’s party and run from the scary hosts of the party and end up stranded in a church after his car spins out of control. They finally make it to the party and kiss on the roof with the waffle town sign shining bright behind them. NEXT - we have Julie (Isabela Merced) and Stuart (Shameik Moore). This is kind of really cliche with the whole “he’s-famous-she-doesn’t-care-he-finds-that-attractive-lets-fall-in-love” aspect, but its also hella cute uwu. They meet on a train and the train stops so they go eat at the waffle town and go sledding and do a bunch of cute coupley shit. His manager comes to get him and basically tells her that nothing will ever really happen between them and he leaves. Then, he shows up at the party and they fall in love. NEXT- we have Dorrie (Liv Hewson) who is a lesbian that constantly struggles with the gay panic. Her best friend Addie (Odeya Rush) doesn't help much either because she's having her own relationship problems. Dorrie works at Waffle Town and when she's working the girl she's talking to, Kerry (Anna Akana) comes in with her dance team, and she's not out of the closet. A bunch of shit goes down, but they end up together and Dorrie learns that she’s worth more than she thinks and that’s all that matters. Also, Billy (Miles Robbins) and Tin Foil Woman (Joan Cusack) make wonderful additions to this movie.

5. The King

First of all - Timothée Chalamet and Robert Pattinson in the same movie? Sign me the HECK up. But they’re also historical, frick yea. Not too much to say about this movie other than it’s good. Super graphic (don’t watch if you don’t like decapitation lol) and super long, but good nonetheless.

6. Falling Inn Love

This movie is super freaking cute. Gabriela (Christina Milian) decides that she needs a change and enters a contest to win an Inn in New Zealand. She wins the Inn and is shocked when she realizes the Inn needs a LOT of work. She goes around town to get stuff to fix up the Inn and constantly runs into Jake (Adam Demos) and they have this flirty but we don’t like each other relationship, but then ya know, they fall in(n) love. 

SHOWS -

1. The Society

I could talk about this show for hours, literally. I love it so much it’s insane. Ok, so lets start from the beginning. A town called West Ham is being plagued by a disgusting smell. Due to this, the town decides to send busloads of teenagers to the mountains while they try and resolve the smell situation. All of the teenagers fall asleep on the bus and wake up to the announcement that they had to go back home due to road blocks. When they get off the buses, its late and no one is there to pick them up. They think that it may just be a sense of miscommunication, so they head home, only to find that none of their families are there, and they can’t get ahold of any of them over the phone. They finally decide to investigate and find that all exits out of town are completely blocked off. They then decide to find a way to survive without their families. This causes a lot of tension within the town including the death of a main character. This shows also includes gay representation!!!! This is my favorite couple, Sam (Sean Birdy) and Grizz (Jack Mulhern). Sam is deaf and gay and his brother, Campbell (Toby Wallace), makes fun of him for both reasons, and when the whole issue with the town happens, he believes he will never find love because he doesn’t think anyone else is gay, until Grizz comes along, and tries to learn ASL and loves him for him.

2. Roswell New Mexico

Alright, to be completely honest, I did not want to watch this. I have no idea why I just didn’t. I saw an edit on like instagram or something of the couples in the show and I was like, alright I can give it a chance. And spoiler alert I loved it. The series starts off with Liz Ortecho (Jeanine Mason) comes back to her hometown of Roswell around the time of her the anniversary of her sister, Rosa’s (Amber Midthunder), death. She gets pulled over on her way in and the officer that pulled her over was Max Evans (Nathan Parsons), who has had a crush on her since they first met, and just so happens to be an alien. After Liz gets shot in her families restaurant, Max uses his healing powers to save her, but leaves behind a hand print on her that makes her suspicious. She continues to investigate until he tells her the truth. She also finds out that her sister was actually murdered, and has the same hand print on her that she did when Max healed her. Turns out, his sister, Isobel (Lily Cowels) killed her, but it was actually another alien possessing her (which they didn’t know was possible when she killed her). When they landed on earth they also landed with their “brother” Michael (Michael Vlamis) who starts off the series with an on and off relationship with Alex (Tyler Blackburn) and I love them together. Alex is the son of one of the guys trying to find and take down the aliens and he also went to war and lost his leg. Anyways, towards the end of the season Alex starts seeing Maria (Heather Hemmens), which is a couple I don’t really like, but also bi representation is good! Anyways I don’t really wanna spoil this one too much I just love it a lot.

3. Elite

This is a show that came out in 2018, but they released a second season this year. All I’m saying is please watch the original version, not the dubbed over version. Elite is a spanish show about a few students that get a scholarship to the private school after their school gets demolished. This shows is in the fashion of present and past which includes a lot of flashbacks leading up to the the murder of one of the students. My favorite part of this show is the relationship between Ander (Arón Piper) and Omar (Omar Ayuso). Ander is the son of the head of the school and Omar is the brother of one of the students that got a scholarship. Not only are they of different socioeconomic status’, but Omar is also Muslim, and his family would not approve of him being gay. He finally finds the courage to tell his family, but thats not until season 2. Also, his sister Nadia (Mina El Hammani) falls in love with the “bad boy” of the school, Guzmán (Miguel Bernardeau) and starts going against her parents wishes as well.

4. The Umbrella Academy 

Y’all mind if I confuse y'all real quick. So, a bunch of women all of the sudden give birth out of nowhere at the same time even tho none of them were pregnant? Yea I know weird. Anyways, so this dude tries to adopt as many of them as possible and ends up adopting like 7. They all have powers and they try and stop the apocalypse. That’s literally all I can tell y'all. 

5. Unbelievable

I swear I didn’t mean to get y’all upset right now. This show made me angry and sad and so many other feelings all at once. So the show beings with a girl named Marie (Kaitlyn Dever) getting raped in her home. When she reports it, they can’t find any evidence, as he cleaned the apartment and made her shower. This mixed with the fact that she struggles remembering parts of her experience (which is common with sexual assault), the police don’t believe her and force her to retract her statement. This in itself is awful, but they also charge her with false statement, which adds on to the fact that people already believe that she is a liar. Years later, two female detectives, Karen and Grace, piece together rapes in their precincts and once they find the rapist, they find Marie’s picture in with his belongings, proving that she was telling the truth the entire time.

6. Sailor Moon

I just got into anime and all I have to say is that I love this. That is all.

[thejiaqiverse]

So a few posts ago I mentioned how for my fanfic AU Clark Kent is NOT known as “Superman” right? That’s majorly because he’s known as the “Nightwing”! Surprise! And because, Clark’s “superhero” career in The Bat and the Kryptonian is initiated and then entirely founded by Bruce Wayne! Bruce even picked his Nightwing-hairstyle (HUGE changes ikr)

Yes, Clark has a Brightburn-ish background; no, he’s actually NOT evil

You must be wondering where’s Dick Grayson now. That will be explained in the future......

Squeezing in some backstory elements:

BE-1 —this AU’s Bruce already knew why his parents were murdered and who called the shots not long after a masked “joker” gunned them down (drawing a bit of inspiration from the Joker movie), someone who had a plan in mind for Bruce (that’s not exactly in Bruce’s best interests) informed him upfront. Although later in life Bruce succeeds big times and is worth almost 20 billion dollars (this will become an unfortunate running joke...), all those years he knew deep in his heart that he, along with his parents, are all being used as pawns in a high-stake game; he knows he can be taken out literally at ANYTIME if he’s just a little uncareful

BE-2 —Clark’s (Kal-El’s) Kryptonian background is even more intriguing. Brightburn AU, a.k.a. the AU where Kryptonians are evil invaders feared by all civilizations (hence one of the many reasons why Diana wants to kill Clark asap). Planet Krypton “imploded” out of nowhere. Kal-El was at the time one of many genetic experiments created on Krypton, after the “implosion” he was the ONLY life within the “implosion’s” range that survived, no Kryptonian could explain how and why. Lead scientist Jor-El decided to send Kal-El as a wildcard to the planet Earth—an interesting planet he studied and was fascinated with. Kal-El is quite an abnormal case, for one the substance supply needed to quick-grow a Kryptonian embryo into a full adult before reaching the target planet (so they can then immediately start the invasion upon arrival) did NOT work properly for him, he only grew into a cute little baby. Martha and Jonathan Kent, whom recently suffered a devastating miscarriage, decided against reporting the alien spacecraft and took him in as their own.

BE-⭐️ —SUMMER CAMP!

Kal-El (12 at that time), renamed Clark Joseph Kent upon adoption met this new kid at camp named “Michael Murphy”. The two almost immediately struck up a tight friendship, they were inseparable. Before parting ways when camp ended “Michael” finally decided to reveal his real name to his trusted friend Clark, but only got to finish saying “my name is Bruce...” before he was interrupted then picked up. So, Bruce Wayne (8 at the time) who’d just lost everything and was in hiding met Clark at summer camp! So, Clark while trying to reach his new friend afterwards ended up mistakenly sending letters to a 50-something-year-old dude named Bruce Murphy and got all his letters returned to him, how nice

Going back to this sketch I made

as a general reference for myself: let’s follow the thought process of Bruce designing and crafting both his own and Clark’s costumes.

First and foremost, although Bruce is an insanely rich billionaire, in reality he can NOT simply spend as much money as he’d please here (there are good reasons, to be looked at in the future). In other words, he really needs to think about the cost and effectiveness of things and consider what is really needed and what is unnecessary for each occasion. Leads to an incident where Alfred noticed Bruce cutting budget from his own gear to improve Clark’s, needless to say Alfred’s not pleased

What is notable for the Batman costume, let’s see... it’s a uniform dark color, with only the Bat-logo having a dull gold outline and the utility belt having a very light gold tint. All parts of the costume are pretty unreflective in order to camouflage it with the dark of night. The mask provides vision and hearing enhancements, the eye portion’s appearance is close to Spider-Man’s mask’s design (follows facial expressions, no constant frown). The Batman of this AU still can’t really fly, his cape helps him glide tho. The base suit serves as a power boost (in this AU it has something similar to Black Panther’s suit’s energy conversion function, which boosts punches, kicks and stuff) and as a protection against a wide range of outside impacts (strikes, fall, cuts, gunfire, etc.). The utility belt is used for storing gadgets and tools and holding the top and bottom pieces of his costume together. The base suit is comfy and makes sure the wearer is not too warm or cold, so he doesn’t need to wear anything except for regular sport boxers underneath

Moving on to the Nightwing costume. This costume is like the Batman’s polar opposite in many ways. Opposite from how the Batman’s mask covers the upper half of his face, Clark’s mask covers the lower half of his face and provides no visual or hearing enhancements (because Clark does NOT need those). As an added disguise, Clark’s natural eye color, which in this AU is dark grey, becomes very blue under the disguise of his mask—it even gives his naturally dark brown hair a blueish tint. The cape is lightly iridescent under sunlight and splits into two parts vaguely resembling two wings, Clark definitely stands out wearing it. The base suit is very aerodynamic and centers in on the purpose of not splitting open when Clark throws his powerful punches and kicks, so connecting parts (lighter-colored) are stronger and more elastic. One very important thing Bruce found out is that Clark needs protection against Kryptonite, believe it or not, when making his costume Bruce actually gave it Kryptonite-proof properties, which help Clark tremendously later on (trust level over 9000). Lastly, despite having holsters/pockets on his belt Clark doesn’t bring gadgets from home (not even his phone, Bruce maintains Ghost in the Shell-esque communication with him at all times)

Well that’s all for now about this AU

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Medea’s Top 10 Worst Fathers in Anime

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5x22: Swan Song

In light of recent news, we thought we’d finally tackle what might have been the end (until someone went and made a demon deal, giving us 10 more years of our beloved show!) It’s weird watching this and seeing what a bummer this all would have been if it had ended like this. Sure, it was epic, but I guess I’m a sucker for a happy ending when it’s about characters I’ve come to love more than my own family. I’m also going to point to this Twitter thread about good and bad show endings. Swan Song wouldn’t have been bad had we only had TFW for five years, but we’ve watched them grow over 15 years now, and I want to see them get some peace. (Thanks to all the meta writers for throwing out the much needed hope!)

The Road So Far:

Carry on my wayward son...

Now:

We open with Chuck Shurley narrating the origin story of the most important object in pretty much the entire universe. And I’m literally two minutes into rewatching this episode and already crying. He’s tells us about it’s original owner, Sal Moriarty. (Oh, Eric Kripke, of course it was.)

And how, after he died, it ended up in the hands of John Winchester, after some persuasion by his time traveling son.

Fade to Sam and Dean in Bobby’s salvage yard, drinking beer from the little green cooler. Dean tells Sam that he’s “in” on having Sam say yes to the devil.

Dean acknowledges that Sam can make his own choices. “Watching out for you? That’s kinda been my job, you know? More than that, it’s kinda who I am.” Seeing this image Dean has of himself shift to NOT be this is really great. Dean asks if this is really what Sam wants. Sam is more resigned than enthusiastic to the plan, obv.

Cut to Team Free Will collecting demon blood like they’re stocking up for the apocalypse (err..). Dean confers with Bobby about Lucifer’s location and they determine it is Detroit.

Once on the road, Dean can’t help but notice what a cute, slumbering angel he has in the backseat. Sam logically points out that angels don’t sleep. They talk about their plan, the odds of it working, and the reality that Sam won’t be coming back from the cage. Sam makes Dean promise that he won’t try and get him back. Dean balks at the idea. Sam makes him promise that he’ll find Lisa and live “some normal, apple pie life.”

Once in Detroit, the group finds many demons out and about. Sam and Bobby have a moment. Then Sam asks Cas to “take care of these guys” for him. Cas tells Sam that it isn’t possible. Sam asks him to humor him. Cas catches on just a little too late that he’s supposed to lie. Oh Cas, you beautiful, literal goob.

Sam then gets to the business of downing four gallons of demon blood. With that done, Sam and Dean turn themselves in to the demons, who bring them to Lucifer.

Chuck continues his monologue on the Impala. He mentions the unimportant features, and then mentions the important features: Sam’s green army man, Dean’s legos, Sam and Dean’s initials. The devil doesn’t know or care about their car.

The devil wants to know what Sam and Dean are up to.

Sam says he’s ready to say “yes.” The devil reveals that he knows they have the rings that will reopen the Cage. Fuuuuuck. Sam tries bluffing, but the jig is up. Dean’s look of anguish is devastating. Lucifer likes his odds on the battle that will happen in Sam’s head. He agrees. Before Dean can do anything more than say “No”, Sam says “Yes.”

A bright light flashes and Dean finds Sam knocked out on the floor. He throws the rings on the wall and gets to opening the door to Hell. Sammy awakens and Dean helps him towards the portal. Only, PSYCH! It’s actually Lucifer. Sam didn’t stand a chance against him. He closes the portal and takes the rings.  

Once away from Dean, Lucifer has a moment with Sam, where Sam makes it very clear that he’s not done fighting.

Lucifer appeals to Sam’s worst feelings about himself, but says he wants Sam to be happy. Sam doesn’t want anything from Lucifer. Lucifer then points out the group of demons behind him. They’re all people Sam knew in his life --they were all watching Sam for Azazel.

Dean, Bobby, and Cas are watching the fallout to Sam saying yes.

Shallow Sidenote:

(Those curls!)

Cas suggests they “imbibe copious quantities of alcohol and just wait for the inevitable blast wave.” GRIM, DUDE --but he ain’t wrong. Cas doesn’t think there’s any way they can stop Lucifer and Michael meeting. Dean is not giving up (and he’s desperate guys -his insult at Cas was way harsh). Bobby’s even resigned to the reality of the situation.

We cut back to the room full of demons, but they’re all dead this time. Lucifer smugly looks at Sam in the mirror. “We having fun yet?” Ugh, Lucifer, you’re the worst.

Chuck’s narration cuts in like a road narrative, all misty colored and gentle. “They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove one thousand miles for an Ozzy show, two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars for hours without saying a word.” This beautiful interlude dissipates with a phone call and Chuck picks up, expecting Mistress Magda. (Eyebrow waggle.) LOL, nope! It’s Dean.

“You got a real virgin / hooker thing going on, don’t you?” Dean observes. Excuse me while I laugh forever over this line, with the confirmed Chuck-is-God context. Dean wants to know where the fight will happen. It’ll be at Stull Cemetery at high noon, just outside of Lawrence. Chuck doesn’t have any more useful information than that…but it’s a place to start.

Bobby and Cas try to prevent Dean from heading to Lawrence to intervene in the upcoming archangel showdown but their arguments are weak sauce compared to Dean’s need to save Sam. He heads off alone to Stull.

The cemetery is wispy with mist and bedraggled with age. Michael (wearing Adam) flaps in to greet Lucifer. (Side note: Saying that Michael is “wearing Adam” sounds like Adam is a fashion designer. In this epic showdown, Michael has been dressed by the FABULOUS Adam!) 

Both brothers seem regretful, but ultimately resolved. Lucifer questions why they’re fighting if neither of them wants to do it. Michael trots out the old “duty” argument. Lucifer offers an alternative: “We’re going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard.” Hey, guys. It’s a really good point. It’s also an intentional mirror of Dean, Sam, and John that I refuse to stop getting emotional about.

Michael’s tempted for a moment. Damn serpent!! “I’m a good son,” Michael decides. “You haven't changed a bit, little brother. Always blaming everybody but yourself.” This is also an excellent fucking point, man. The rumble’s still on.

Speaking of rumbling, Dean approaches in Baby with Def Leppard cranked up loud. FUCK YEAH. “Sorry, am I interrupting something?” To quote Tess McGreer’s Twitter feed: MY SON!

Michael’s not into the whole threesome battle, and heads threateningly towards Dean when the camera cuts suddenly to Castiel and Bobby who have just flapped in. “Hey, assbutt!” Castiel shouts before lobbing a holy oil molotov cocktail at Michael. Bless.

Michael poofs away. “You got your five minutes,” Cas says to Dean just before Lucifer explodes him. NOOOOOOO

Lucifer’s pretty crabby by this point, so when Dean tries to verbally reach Sam again, he hurls Dean into Baby. Bobby shoots futilely at Lucifer before Lucifer snaps his neck. NOOOOOOO

“Sammy, are you in there?” Dean asks desperately. PROTECT.

“He’s gonna feel the snap of your bones,” Lucifer promises Dean. He’s gonna kill Dean slow. I’d chortle over the classic villain “kill you slow” trope except that Lucifer is beating Dean bloody and it’s really, really not funny.

“It’s okay. I’m here,” a very battered Dean tells Sam, leaving me to stare into space thinking about how he must have said this on quiet nights, comforting young Sam over nightmares or monster-under-the-bed scares.

Lucifer draws his fist back to deliver a killing blow as Dean slumps in his hold. His eye catches on a little army man stuck in the ashtray and we get a montage of Dean and Sam moments set to the soundtrack of howling wind. Sam’s fist uncurls.

And that’s it. Sam takes control. “I’ve got him,” Sam tells Dean. He hauls the rings out of his pocket and tosses them to the ground, chanting the incantation to open the cage. Dean sprawls on the ground, leaning against the car, bloodied and broken. Sam panics at the threshold to the cage when Michael!Adam appears. 

Sam takes one more look at Dean before he opens his arms wide, ready to plunge into the cage. As Michael tries to haul him back, Sam pulls him in as well.

With a blast, the cage closes and Dean is left alone in the quiet, wind-swept cemetery.

He looks up a while later to find Castiel standing behind him, whole and unblemished. “You’re alive?” Dean asks.

“I’m better than that,” Cas says and…okay. He heals Dean with a touch, then brings Bobby back to life. Good job, Cas bby!

“Endings are hard,” Chuck says, and the scene switches to his office once again. “Endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass.”

We switch back to Dean and Cas in the Impala. Cas is headed back to Heaven to try to bring order upstairs. He’s ready to continue his heavenly mission, but Dean’s pissed off. “Where’s my grand prize? All I got is my brother in a hole.”

“You got what you asked for, Dean. No paradise. No hell. Just more of the same. I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace or freedom?”

Cas flaps out. “You really suck at goodbyes, you know that?” Always, Dean. Always.

Dean says a temporary farewell to Bobby, then shows up at Lisa’s house, CLEARLY TRAUMATIZED. What a non-booty booty call. Lisa reads the room and pulls him in for a comforting hug. (Stay tuned for my 8,000 word essay on why Lisa is the best.) 

“Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point? No doubt endings are hard. But then again nothing ever really ends, does it?” Chuck vanishes, which is apparently his equivalent of dropping the mic.

Then, the show proceeds to not end, in the best way. Dean is still lost at Lisa’s, putting on a “normal” front. And outside, Sam appears under a flickering street light. To be continued…for ten more seasons. <3

Quoting is Hard:

This 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car – no, the most important object – in pretty much the whole universe.

As far as foreboding goes, it's a little light in the loafers.

Ain’t he a little angel?

I told you. This would always happen in Detroit.

MFEO. Literally.

I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol and just wait for the inevitable blast wave.

Cas, are you God?

Every fiber he's got, wants to die, or find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do either. Because he made a promise.

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FNAF: The Twisted Ones “Liveblogging”/Notes

Finished TTO last night! I was talking in a chat group about everything as I went through the chapters, so I’ve copy/pasted my thoughts below for those who want to know my opinions/notes (may not be super coherent/grammatically sound).

Book continues to imply William was immortal in TSE, as Charlie outright states you couldn't survive springlocks going off

oh yeah, there's also a continuity error I think? because Charlie remembers Dave showing off his scars, but he only showed them to carlton. he had the spring bonnie suit on when interacting with Charlie, so she only saw the ones on his neck

as a side note, Charlie spends several pages talking about how bad zombie movies are and now I want her to chew out michael

there's this other weird line where it mentions Charlie can feel john's pulse through his thumb

TTO's been good so far, but there's this conversation at the beginning that's like "knock his socks off" and Charlie's like "I don't know what that means" ....is that not a thing? because that's not an uncommon expression

there's this great line about Jessica asking Charlie if she's gonna give springtrap a foot massage and like someone needs to draw that

might publish a theory about it later, but I think ennard was sort of blocking Michael's ability to possess himself? then once they leave he returns and starts to heal, which is why white eyed purple guy's color gets lighter over time

oh, and more implications henry's house is connected to whatever the AU CBEAR is: the foundation is leaning as if nothing's underneath of it, and there's a hidden underground room with a metal section that's similar to the one she felt Sammy was behind (who parallels the sister)

Charlie and Jessica are so fucking gay in this chapter. or maybe not gay if Charlie's Sammy but w/e

"She was brave, even when she didn't want to be, and that meant more than whatever notion of romance John was entertaining" like they're not even hiding it

oh, and another hint to the Bitten Child's "pieces" being in the box from 4, as Charlie has that sudden trip-out feeling like she's locked in a small box

the dialogue is amazing, especially the "I think Charlie's doing something stupid" line

also, Charlie getting taken in the bedroom is the thing most similar to FNAF 4, and it's not her house. considering the implications in canon that the minigame house is henry's and the gameplay house is afton's it lends to a nice parallel

also, more implications that Sammy's in whatever the AU version of CBEAR is

also also, I feel like the wolf might show up In the new game (as like not a twisted animatronic). Charlie specially says it's not from Freddy's and it's afton's creation, and seeing as the new game's probably a sequel to SL it'll deal with afton's shit again

fucking springtrap in this, I love this bastard

I fucking love how he says he can see through the twisted's eyes and control them. that is creepy as fuck, especially knowing he was watching Charlie the entire time

and fucking Charlie driving a stake into the fucker vampire style while he just smiles. dude, what the fuck

also how he strokes her cheek and Charlie's just like

only thing I thought was off was how Charlie actually got him to double over just by ribbing the guy. though the guy with a literal endo through him would be more durable

he can also still have concussions apparently judging by his pupil going wonky

'oh no my animatronics can't go through water SIKE THEY'RE WATER AND FIRE PROOF FUCK YOU'

the narration was a bit weird too, like it mentioned him smiling. how the fuck does he smile/frown with a costume on. do they just mean he's like smiling with his eyes or

uh, what else.... can't decide if the animatronics showing up was stupid or awesome. basically it's the MOTHERFUCKING T-REX BITCHES

I also love chica and bonnie ganging up on twisted bonnie together. "bonnie, afton didn't make up a fucked up version of me, can I kill yours?' "sure thing buddy"

clay keeping the animatronics in his basement was awesome, but it's also just this

I would not want fucking golden freddy in my basement. I don't care if it's just a kid in this AU and not related to the bite I would've shipped it off to Alaska let them deal with it

also shadow freddy pops up, and considering Michael once again failed to do shit I'm assuming that was also Michael, much like how golden and shadow freddy seem to be the same entity just a different color in canon

especially because he's the only one who would give a shit about leading the gang over there instead of just beating the shit out of things

not sure what the fuck was up with aunt jen there. did she like... die at some point? because she appears right the fuck out of nowhere and seems very unconcerned with the collapsing building

also, not sure where the hurricane thing came from - my copy very specifically states that it was a tornado that fucked shit up, which actually makes, you know, sense

afton has a brown rabbit animatronic so I'm pretty sure his fursona's a rabbit just like we theorized

oh yeah, and clay fucking shoots springtrap, which is awesome, even if it doesn't do shit

can we not do the “oh no the entire group’s gonna die and they’re going out with dignity“ thing again? we already did it in the last book, we know they’re gonna be fine

Overall, it isn't, like, perfect, but I still like it, and I think it's much better than TSE. There’s some major suspense here - I spoiled myself on everything, and I still felt tension when the action was going on.

I’d say its biggest problem is that FNAF is a game about children's show animatronics trying to kill you because they're haunted - but here, the animatronics trying to kill you aren't haunted, the haunted animatronics don't want to kill you, and the only pizzeria is trippy as fuck, so it doesn't feel all that much like FNAF.

But overall, it was enjoyable for an AU. 8/10

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Petrichor (2/12)

Pairing: Eventual Trevor C./Reader; other background relationships Chapter: 2 of 12 Warnings: Swearing, Danger, (Nerf) Guns, some blood/minor injury mentions, Geoff, vampires and werewolves and things that go bump in the night (PG-13) Word Counts: Chapter: 3,655  Total: 5,836 A/N: Chapter 2! More stuff happens! Yay! Reminder that this has a bunch of supernatural-y stuff, and also that this would not have seen the light of day (pun intended), if it weren’t for @chefgeofframsay. P.S. - Feedback would be cool P. P. S. - sorry if any chapters end kind of weird, this was written as one long thing and then I decided to break it up.  Previous|Next

Ryan and Trevor, it turned out, didn’t live too far from where you had met them, in penthouse apartments that were at the top of a very fancy building. You opened your mouth to ask, but before you could say anything, Trevor leaned down and whispered, “Geoff – you’ll meet him in a bit – he likes his security and has a flair for the dramatic.” You closed your mouth and nodded.

After a long elevator ride, in which Ryan found a single-use wet wipe in his pocket so you could at least get the blood off your face, the doors dinged and slid open, and you were immediately accosted with the smell of wet dog as a shorter, stocky man ran face-first into Ryan.

“Ry, help, you gotta help, the lads –” He couldn’t finish his sentence, however, as two more men burst into view and started running towards the elevator, shooting what looked like – Nerf guns?

“Woah now, alright.” Trevor said, laughing and pulling you behind him so you were out of the line of fire. Ryan rolled his eyes and patted the shorter man – who was now trying to get around Ryan to use him as a shield – on the back with one hand and gestured Trevor to go ahead with the other.

“Ceasefire! Ceasefire!” Trevor shouted half-heartedly, seemingly unsurprised when the Nerf-armed men didn’t react and escorted you down the marbled hallway, doing his best to shield you from stray Nerf-fire. As you walked past the two men, they both waved, the taller one starting to say something before it turned into an unintelligible squawk at the sound of Ryan’s booming voice shout “Gavin!”

“Right this way, don’t mind the idiots.” Trevor said, ushering you quickly around a corner. As you followed Trevor down another (albeit shorter) hall, there was a distinctive thump sound of someone falling on the floor amid more squawking and laughter. You looked down at your watch.

“It’s nearly two in the morning! How are they so awake?” You whispered, half-asking Trevor and half-asking yourself as you stifled a yawn. Trevor just chuckled.

“It happens.” He said, as he led you through a hefty oak door and into a room.

‘Geoff’, it turned out, was someone you’d seen before. His dark hair was unkempt and his eyes seemed sleepy, but they glanced around the room, assessed you and Trevor, standing in the doorway of a kitchen, with such quickness that you knew that the last thing he was, was sleepy.

“What the dicks did you and Ryan do this time?” Geoff asked, scrubbing a hand over his face and sighing. The larger, ginger-bearded man next to him chuckled slightly. They both, simultaneously, lifted their drinks off the island countertop they were sitting at and drank. Blinking, you could See the royal blue aura swirl around the other man, while Geoff had a deep purple with crackling streaks of white.

“In our defense, we didn’t do anything. She ran into us, and then her assailants ran into us, and then they ran away.” Trevor explained vaguely, resting a hand on your shoulder as he did so.

“Care to elaborate?” Geoff sighed again, even heavier if that was possible.

You shifted your feet a little, glancing up at Trevor, who just smiled down at you, “Uh, well, I’m [Y/N], and I was closing up my shop for the night and walking home when these two men started following me. So I started running, and then they started running, and at some point they pulled out guns, and I turned a corner and literally ran into Ryan and they helped me, and then an Unseelie appeared out of nowhere – I’m assuming using some sort of illusion, because we’re not in the business of invisibility – and nearly strangled me but Ryan shot him and then he teleported, I think, and the whole thing was very scary considering he clearly knew who I was but I have no idea who he is and – ” You broke off a little bit, voice still raspy, tears stinging at your eyes and threatening to fall, but then Trevor squeezed your shoulder just ever so slightly, and you swallowed hard, “and yeah. That’s uh, that’s about it.” You finished, swallowing again and thanking all that is good in the world for allowing you to get through something without crying for once in your life.

Geoff looked at you thoughtfully, but it was the man next to him that spoke first, “An Unseelie? ‘We’ aren’t in the business?” he asked, probing but still kind.

“Uh, yeah, I could tell he was Unseelie from his scars. And he bled blue when Ryan shot him.” You gestured to your shirt, where a smattering of dark blue, still-drying blood went clear down your torso, “And I mean, um, I’m fae too – but I’m from the Seelie Court – well, not the Court itself, I’m no royalty, I just mean I’m not Unseelie, they’re not very nice – not, not that we have a reputation of being nice either and – well, if that bothers you, I can go, it’s not a problem, I know we’re not always welcome, even in the, uh – company – of non-humans…” You stumbled over your words before trailing off when you realized that Geoff was laughing.

Laughing!

You weren’t sure what that meant, so you just shifted your feet a little and dropped your gaze to the floor, willing yourself to keep your tears at bay for just a little bit longer. You felt Trevor’s thumb rub small circles where his hand still laid, heavy on your shoulder, and you couldn’t tell anymore if it was for comfort or if it was to keep you there because Geoff was still laughing, he was laughing hysterically, and neither of the other men were stopping him, in fact you thought you could hear the red-haired man laughing, too, and –

“Jesus Christ, dude! Unwelcome! You did pass Michael and Gavin on the way in, right? If those idiots have keys, why would you be unwelcome!” Geoff finally spit out, still cackling intermittently between words.

You looked up at him through your lashes, “Uh, I – I don’t know?” you admitted, uncertain, mind flashing back to all of the “talks” your parents had with you about how fae historically don’t have a great reputation and to always be careful because “not everyone thinks of the Seelie Court rather pleasantly.”

Geoff, for his credit, just laughed harder, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Jack, think we could find something close to [Y/N]’s size, so she can change and get her throat looked at? I can see it purpling from here.” Geoff said, finally calming down, and the other man – Jack – let out a cheery, “Sure, Geoff!” before disappearing…literally.

“Whoops, sorry, Jack does that, he’s –” Trevor started, but you cut him off as nicely as you could, “Djinn, I know. I can See it.”

“Why don’t you come take a seat, [Y/N]? Take a load off, you’ve had an eventful night, and now you’re in the company of a houseful of idiots.” Geoff offered, the only indication that he heard your interjection being a slight raise of an eyebrow. You nodded, and Geoff slid off the barstool he was sitting on and plodded down the three small steps into what you assumed was the living room (based on décor), you and Trevor following close behind. As Geoff settled into an armchair and you practically fell onto one of the multiple sofas that crowded the room, Trevor let his hand slip from your shoulder. Turning in your seat, you saw him walking back through the kitchen towards the door that you came through. You thought that you did it casually, but Geoff must have seen some sort of something, because he just chuckled.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be back. He’s probably going to detach Ryan from the lads.” Geoff assured you as the door swung shut behind Trevor. You sighed and turned back to face Geoff, tucking your feet under you and adjusting your wings so that you could settle back against the cushions.

“You know, you don’t have to hide them here.” Geoff said, gesturing slightly above your head, “No pressure, of course. I wouldn’t go full-out fae, though, ‘cause some of the others haven’t really encountered faeries.”

You nodded. Most people – Normal or not – haven’t really encountered faeries. All fae are able to “shapeshift”, or make an illusion, in a way, so that they can appear human but with wings. This takes little to no energy – to the point that even infants will shift back and forth between the two. Add a little more energy (still not enough to really warrant concentration or thought, though, unless very ill (unlikely) or close to death (slightly more likely)), and the wings disappear, as well, leaving a very plain, ordinary-looking human that retains the same basic body characteristics as the fae counterpart.

You weighed the thought in your mind, then decided that if they were going to kill you they probably would’ve done it already, and they know you’re a faery so fuck it and you let down your illusion. Some fae could actually, physically shape-shift, like shifters and werewolves, but you were not one of them, so you relied on your inherent illusionary magic, like most other fae did.

“So, which one from Tinker Bell are you?” Geoff asked once you shed the illusion, and while you made a face at his comparison, he was sort of right. All fae had the same basic qualities, traits, and abilities. Some can be trained to become stronger (like using aura to create barriers and weapons) and some, like the stupid chain of direct-to-DVD Disney movies implied, you were born able to utilize and/or were better at.

“For the record, I don’t think you should make that reference around the aforementioned others who “haven’t really encountered” fae. But illusions, mostly. I’m better at that than anything else. And I possess the Sight, but that’s hardly fae-exclusive.” You replied, smiling a little at the way Geoff’s eyebrows shot into his hairline.

“Well color me surprised. It’s been decades since I’ve ran into someone with the Sight. I doubt most of the boys will even know what you’re talking about if you reference it. Can you Predict, as well?” Geoff asked, leaning forward a little in his chair.

“Uh, not that I know of? All things considering, I’m still pretty young. There’s potential for it to develop. But my Mentor in the Seelie Court found it unlikely, because she started Predicting in her dreams when she was much younger than I am. Also, you can’t be colored surprised, you’re purple.” Geoff barked out a laugh at that.

“Am I really? Last person I came across refused to tell me what she Saw. Almost didn’t believe her until she stopped me from going into a business deal on the full moon on account of the other party were werewolves and planning to rip me to shreds.” Geoff continued to chuckle, sipping his drink, and you forced out a smile.

Your father said that Geoff was a “business contact”. Now you weren’t quite sure what kind of business he had been talking about.

You were trying to decide whether or not to ask when the door behind you burst open, making you jump and whip around.

“Oh, sorry, hi there [Y/N], sorry I left you and Trevor to fend for yourselves during Geoff’s interrogation, I couldn’t get Jeremy off my back and then Gavin managed to nail me in the Adam’s Apple and…well…you get my point.” Ryan said, striding towards you, Trevor close behind and Jack bringing up the rear with a folded bundle in his arms. You settled down, realizing with embarrassment that you were hovering off the couch about an inch.

Jack handed you the bundle – which upon closer inspection was clothes with a little white mason jar laying on top – with a smile, “Luckily, Meg left some clothes over at Gavin’s the other day, so these should probably fit you well. Trevor here can show you one of the spare rooms where you can shower and change. Clean your neck as best you can and then rub some of this stuff on it – it’ll sting a little, but it’ll make your bruises fade fast.”

“Thank you.” You said earnestly, smiling up at the man. You stood and turned to look at Trevor, expecting him to show you where to go, only to find him staring at you – well, staring above you. You sighed, frowning, before taking a deep breath and hiding your wings again. Jack nudged him with his elbow and Trevor blinked rapidly before gesturing towards the door.

“Uh, right, sorry, right this way!” He announced, hurrying forward with long strides, and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks turn a little pink (that is impossible, you reminded yourself, he’s a vampire).

You still tucked it away as a reminder to do some research when you were back at your shop.

“So, Trevor.” You started, letting your wings push you forward just a little bit to keep up with his long strides.

“So, [Y/N].” Trevor echoed, looking down at you.

“Are you a ‘don’t let me see that again’ guy or a ‘can I see that more’ guy?” You asked.

Trevor’s eyebrows shot towards his hairline, mouth slightly agape, “I don’t know what you just said but it sounded inappropriate. Suggestive, even.”

You laughed and shook your head, “No, the wings. You were staring.”

“Ohhhhhhh” Trevor drew it out, nodding sagely for a moment before his eyes went wide, almost comically large, “That was rude, probably, right? I’m sorry.” Trevor rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand, slowing down to almost a stop, head hung low. You stepped forward a little bit, stopping completely, so that you could see him (and he could see you).

“Our wings are a source of pride, when we’re in situations where we can show them. It’s not rude at all. Now, if I was one of the super-duper old faeries that was a part of the Court, I might be offended, but times have changed, and the offense wouldn’t’ve come from the staring.” You smiled at him, trying to reassure him – you tried to tell yourself that it was because he helped you Not Die and is a nice person or whatever but really it was because he’s a cutie and the last thing you wanted to do was scare him away.

Either it worked or he realized that maybe you were a little too close for strangers, because he nodded and smiled back, his whole face brightening with the gesture, and then he was walking again, practically bouncing around a corner and down another hall. You were surely lost at this point, there’s no way a building this size could have this many hallways, and you made a mental note to ask Geoff if he enchanted the place or something, but you eventually caught up to Trevor, who was waiting by a door.

“This is one of the guest rooms, Jack told me to tell you that you can stay here for the night and that if you’re tired you don’t have to come back to the living room and chat.” Trevor told you as he pushed open the door.

“Well then.” You said, looking at the room from the doorway. It was easily bigger than your entire apartment, and although it was sparsely decorated it was still cozy, with a large bed and a TV and a small desk in the corner. It was dimly lit, but there were two small windows on either side of the bed letting in both street- and moonlight. You looked down at the plush, expensive-looking rug that covered the area just inside the door and almost didn’t want to step on it in your worn and dirty shoes.

“You okay?” Trevor asked from behind you, making you jump a bit.

“Uh, yeah, just bigger than I expected.”

“That’s your second innuendo of the night! You’re on a roll! Now c’mon, I’m sure you want to get a shower.” Trevor beamed at you, stepping around you and waltzing into the room. You followed, setting the bundle given to you by Jack on the bed before plopping down yourself and bringing a foot up to untie the laces of your shoes.

“I didn’t realize that my vernacular speech was so dirty.” You said, peeling the shoe off your foot and lifting the other one to do the same.

“Well, we’re learning all kinds of things tonight, then, good for us!” Trevor was in the bathroom at this point, and you could hear the shower curtain squeal across the metal pole for a moment before he shouted out to you, “How hot do you like your shower?”

“Just this side of bearable.” You replied, and there was a beat of silence before Trevor’s head poked around the half-open bathroom door.

“Really?” He asked incredulously, one eyebrow raised.

“Just for tonight. I know I wiped off that blood but it still feels nasty.” You explained, and he nodded before ducking back into the bathroom. You stretched and ran a hand through your hair, hearing the shower turn on, and a few minutes later Trevor stepped back into the room.

“So, you should have anything you’d ever want in there – Jack likes to keep extras of everything in the guest rooms in case we run out or have unexpected guests. I just checked and there are towels, so you’re good there. And uh, yeah. I can get out of your hair now.” He chuckled and rubbed at the back of his neck again.

You sighed, picking up the bundle of clothes and walking towards the bathroom, “If you’d like, you can stay. I don’t mind and if I’m honest, I have no idea what’s going on with my life right now so it’d be kind of comforting to know that someone else is nearby while I’m in the shower ‘cause that’s like, a vulnerable place to be and whatever.” You sort of rushed the words out as you pushed the door open and set the clothes on the counter in the bathroom, hoping that what you’d said made sense (or at the very least, if it didn’t, Trevor still understood what you meant).

“You got it, boss!” You heard Trevor say as you closed the door, still giggling as you brushed your hair and stripped and stepped into the shower.

The water was perfectly “just this side of bearable”, as requested, which made you happy as you chose from the at least a dozen each hotel-sized shampoos and soaps and conditioners, letting your illusions fall and taking your time to scrub yourself clean in the privacy of a closed shower in a locked bathroom.

After your nice, long shower, you wrapped yourself up in an extremely fluffy towel and wiped away some steam from the mirror, staring at your Marks for any signs of change.

Well, fae called them Marks, anyone else would probably refer to them as tattoos. Every faery child is born with a Mark, the nature and design unique to the child but also conforms to the family bloodline. As a child grew up, experienced new things and events that shaped them as a person, the Mark would grow and change.

Your family bloodline seemed keen to vineyards, and you were no exception, a single grape leaf starting in your palm, the vine wrapping up your arm and across your collarbones, just barely reaching your right shoulder, an offshoot dipping down towards your belly button and another, smaller one inching up your neck. Here and there, another grape leaf appeared – you had concluded a long time ago that those are people of significance either coming into or leaving your life. The pale green contrasted nicely with the rosy glow of your skin (or at least that’s what your mother always told you). You searched and searched, convinced that this strange encounter warranted something, but to no avail. Sighing, you half-heartedly convinced yourself that Marks don’t always start growing and changing immediately, and you willed your illusion back up to cover your Marks and change your skin tone.

You carefully and gently applied the cream that Jack had given you – immediately feeling cool, tingly relief where you had forgotten that you needed it – before putting your undergarments back on, as well as the T-shirt and leggings that Jack had given you.

Opening the door gave a burst of cold air, and you shivered slightly.

“Hi there.” You heard off to the right, and sure enough, Trevor was sitting in the chair at the desk, scrolling through if phone with his feet propped up on the corner. The light from the bathroom and from his phone were the only lights in the room, Trevor must’ve drawn the blinds and curtains closed on the windows.

“You stayed.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself, immediately feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“You asked.” Trevor responded, and you could see his smile through the soft light.

You opened your mouth to speak, but instead a yawn came out, and suddenly your whole body felt like lead.

“I’ll get out of your hair for real this time, then. I’m actually the next door down, so when you get up and whatever you can stop by. I realized while you were in the bathroom that I probably was walking too fast for you to remember how the fuck to get back to the kitchen.” Trevor chuckled a little, and you couldn’t help but giggle, too.

“Alright, thank you, Trevor.” You beamed at him as he gracefully stood from his chair and walked out the door, muttering a ‘goodnight’ before closing it.

You collapsed face-first onto the bed and were asleep within minutes.

[actualbird]

(just fell face first into be more chill dont me. wc: 1k. michael teaches jeremy filipino. pre-squip. fluff. pining galore. BYE!!)

Michael’s Filipino is conyo at best. He can understand Filipino with no problem, but don’t count on him to string together a sentence in it without having to resort to the kind of Taglish that he’s sure would make his mom wince. He only ever speaks it at home to his family, so he doesn’t get too much practice. But if there’s one thing Michael does a lot in Filipino, it’s swear.

“Tangina!” Michael says over Jeremy’s victorious whooping. On screen, the K.O. flashes almost mockingly. “I can’t believe this. All our years of friendship and you kill me without a second thought?”

“Dude, you were gonna do the same, so like, suck it up. I win.” Jeremy grins. He leans back into the beanbag while Michael stands up and rummages around for something disgusting and sugary to shove into his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bask in it while you can, Jer, ‘cuz I’m not letting you win the next round.”

“What’d you say? I can’t hear you over all the sore loser in the air.”

Michael throws a Reese Cup at Jeremy’s head. Jeremy sticks out his tongue at him.

“Hey, what’d that thing you say awhile ago mean?” Jeremy asks, handing over the Reese Cup to Michael. Real friendship is surrendering the snack projectile you just got pelted with because you know your friend still totally wants to eat it.

“What thing?”

“That thing you said like, right when you lost.”

“Oh, ‘tangina’?” Jeremy nods. “Standard Filipino curse word. You know this already.”

“Yeah, but like, what does it mean y’know? It never hurts to have a few more swears in my vocabulary.” He tells Michael, turning to him. Ridiculously earnest, he says, “Can you teach me some? It’d be cool to know how to curse in another language.”

“Okay, okay. It, uh. Tangina comes from putang ina which is a shortened form of puta ang ina mo which literally translates to ‘your mom is a whore’. But now it’s just an all around swear.”

“How do you use it?”

“Uh, it’s pretty versatile? Like I guess it can work like how the word fuck works. Fuck it. Fuck this. Fuck. Tangina mo, if you want to use it on somebody specifically, like fuck you.” Michael laughs at Jeremy’s very focused look. “Try saying it. Tangina.”

“Tahng eeh-na.” Jeremy says. Michael tries really hard, he really does, but he doubles back in laughter. “What? Shut up! I said it just like you did!”

“No, you fucking didn’t, oh god.” Michael takes a deep breath. Jeremy is pouting at him, god. This boy. “Try again, but like. Whatever you were doing with your vowels? Don’t do it.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I dunno, just try again. Tangina.”

“Tahh—You’re smiling already, jerk.” Jeremy plucks the Reese Cup Michael had apparently just been holding this entire time and throws it at him. “Tahng eeh nuh mow!”

“Oh geez, oh god,” Michael is wheezing. Somewhere out there, his mom just got a headache out of nowhere. Who’s conyo now, mom? “You’ve at least got the aggression down, man. One last time, I’ll help you out, now, really.”

“You’re just gonna laugh again,” Jeremy rolls his eyes.

“I swear, I won’t! One last time, please?” He bats his eyelashes. Jeremy’s told him before that this just makes Michael look like he got sand in his eye.

“Okay, fine.” Jeremy breathes in. “Ta—”

Michael grabs Jeremy’s face.

“—what.” Jeremy says.

“No, no, keep going.” Michael says. For a guy with such a angular face, Jeremy has soft cheeks. “When you do the vowels you make them too big. I’ll stop you from doing that.”

“Taa—” Michael squeezes Jeremy’s face, and the ‘a’ sound that comes out is not exactly music to Michael’s ears, but it’s more bearable. “—ngeeh—”

“Less of an ‘eeh’ and more of an ‘ih’.”

“Ih?” Jeremy tilts his head.

“Yeah, there, better!” Michael lets go of Jeremy.  “Last syllable now.”

“Nah?”

“A little shorter. Na.”

“Na.”

“Na.”

“Na?”

“Batman,” Michael couldn’t resist, and Jeremy actually laughs. “You got it, though! Now all together.”

Jeremy takes a second to compose himself. “Tangina,” he says, it doesn’t sound too much like mangled American garbage.

“There’s my boy!” Michael claps and gives Jeremy a standing ovation.

“Thank you, thank you,” Jeremy stands up too and makes a big show of bowing to the one man audience in the basement. “What else can you teach me?”

“What else do you wanna know?” Michael says, finally eating the goddamn Reese Cup.

“Uh, how do you say,” Jeremy mumbles something incomprehensible.

“What?”

“How do you say,” more mumbling.

“Speak up, buddy, these glasses help me see, not hear.”

“I said. Uh. How do you say ‘I love you’?”

Michael chokes on peanut butter cup goodness.

“Oh, wow, holy shit,” Michael coughs. Is his face warm? It better not fucking be. Pull yourself together, Mell! “Where’d this sudden romantic side of you come from?”

Jeremy, uncharacteristically calm, shrugs. “I figure it could be a nice icebreaker for Christine, or something? I don’t know. It’s stupid, you don’t have to tea—”

“Mahal kita,” Michael says. The ache in his chest now has nothing to do with chocolate and peanut butter. The things he does for this boy. This boy. “I love you in Filipino is mahal kita.”

“Oh,” Jeremy says. “That’s just two words, though.”

“Love is mahal. The I and you come together to become one word; kita. Romantic right?” Michael pushes his glasses up his face and focuses on something else, anything else in the room that isn’t Jeremy.

“Mah-hahl kee-tah,” Jeremy says, then his face scrunches up, seemingly aware of the abomination he managed to say. “Ma-hahl? Mahal? Mahal kita? Am I saying it right? Mahal kita?” Jeremy looks Michael straight in the eye and says “Mahal kita.”

Michael’s soul is being ripped from his body as he speaks. If this is a good thing or a bad thing, he’ll decide later when he’s alone and Jeremy fuckin’ Heere isn’t around to tell him he loves him.

“Yeah, you’re saying it right, buddy,” he twirls the cord of his headphones around his finger, ignoring the burn in his face. “You’ve got my seal of approval.”

“Thanks,” Jeremy grins, completely unaware. “You know, for somebody who still makes the bunny ears when tying shoelaces, you’re a pretty good teacher.”

“Gago ka,” Michael throws a wrapper at Jeremy. “Don’t diss the bunny ears. We were taught that way for a reason.”

“What did that mean?” Jeremy asks. “Gago ka.”

“Uh, well. Ka means you, and gago—” The ache in Michael’s chest dissipates slightly, forgotten instead for the iron control he needs to not laugh right now and give himself away. “Gago means best friend.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep.”

“So, Michael, I’m your gago?”

“Absolutely, dude.”

“Cool,” Jeremy says. “You’re my gago too.”

Somewhere out there, Michael’s mom’s headache just turned into a migraine.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Jeremy.” Michael says, keeping a straight face only due to years of practice of schooling his features in front of Jeremy. “Now, come on. I’ve got sugar in my system and vengeance in my soul. Get ready to get beat!”

“Oh yeah, dream on, gago.” Jeremy says, smiling, giddy at a new word.

Michael will probably have to tell him some time that gago does not mean best friend, probably before Jeremy ends up saying it in front of Michael’s family and Michael’s mom whacks him upside the head, but that’s something for another day. Now, he grabs his controller and sets up a new game. Now, he tries to will away the ache in his chest. Now, he glances over to Jeremy, relaxed smile on his face illuminated by the TV screen.

Tangina, Michael thinks. Tangina.

(now an ongoing fic. part 2. part 3. part 4. or read everything on ao3 here.)

glossary of terms not defined in fic:

conyo = in terms of language, it pertains to those who use taglish (tagalog and english) instead of speaking straight filipino. this includes the use filipino conjugation rules for english words. american english accent sometimes.

gago = vulgar word for asshole/jerk. dont trust google translate sfkjhdskjhsd)

[prompt-master]

Michael goes to school with a real bad stomachache (from what you can decide) in the middle of class he gets up and gets sick on Jeremy

I tried my best, sorry if it isn’t to you liking!! I’m not a huge emeto person, so I can’t be too sure if this is what you were looking for!

Here it is!! –

“Woah. Michael you look like complete shit.”

Michael sighed as his best friend found him that morning. Not to say that he was avoiding Jeremy, but he definitely would not mind being alone right now. He was sitting in the corner waiting for the bell for class to start, curled in on himself. His headphones were on but there was no music playing, apparently that trick didn’t work on Jeremy.

“Gee thanks.”

“Like I mean…complete and utter shit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

“Are you ok?”

In all honesty? No. Jeremy had dragged Michael to a party simply so he wouldn’t show up alone. Michael ended up playing on his gameboy the whole time but eventually even that got boring and he started to drink.

“Yeah. I just had a little too much last night.” He rubbed at his eyes tiredly and Jeremy joined him on the floor.

A little was a major understatement, one that seemed to go right over Jeremy’s head. All Michael could feel was his hangover, everything ached so much he swore his teeth hurt. He felt dizzy and his skin tingled with sweat and warmth. Worst of all was the nausea he felt, he’d eaten so many hangover cures this morning and not even one of them worked. He swallowed thickly, regretting coming to school.

Jeremy chuckled a little, “No more parties on school nights I guess.”

“Seriously. How are you not wasted?”

Jeremy shrugged, “Guess some of us can hold our weight.”

Michael laughed loudly, making his head hurt. He tried his best to ignore it as he smacked Jeremy in the arm, “dude you are literally the biggest lightweight I’ve ever seen. If you were any worse you would only have to look at alcohol to get drunk.”

“Alright, alright, maybe you’re feeling better than I thought.”

Before Michael could respond the bell rung. And god it never bothered him more than in this moment, it felt like his literal brain was being rattled by the constant noise. He closed his eyes and rubbed his fists against them, willing his headache to go away as it throbbed in the back of his head, his vision following suit. He hadn’t even realized Jeremy was waiting for him to get up until his hand was on his knee.

“Hey, maybe you should go to the nurse and get some Tylenol?”

Michael shook his head, pulling out a water bottle and drinking it.

“Maybe…maybe you could just lay down then? I mean I really don’t think you’ll be able to focus in class so. We could have your dad pick you up and-”

“No” Mike got out, his voice scratchy and deep, “he’d kill me. I’ll be fine Jeremy, don’t you trust me man?”

Jeremy sighed and grabbed his hand, pulling Michael to his feet, “of course I do man. Sorry for caring.”

“Oh stop pouting.”

Neither pointed out how Michael leaned against Jeremy as they walked to homeroom.

Now see the problem was that Jeremy didn’t have a class with Michale until third period, so he spent the first two classes completely worried about his friend. He sent him a few texts from under his desk, checking up on him and such. But Michael kept blowing it off and telling him to focus. Not like he needed to, he could just have his SQUIP help now that he can control it. Eventually Christine talked to him and he spilled his worries. She reassured him, told him Michael would go home rest and be fine. She was right, Jeremy was just a pretty paranoid person, even before all the SQUIP business. He stared at the clock, soon he’d get to check up on Michael.

Jeremy almost wished third period didn’t come. Michael was late to class, stumbling in as though he could barely push the door open. He was pale, and his eyes were unfocused. Jeremy felt his heart racing at the awful flush he had, the clear bags even from under his glasses. Michael sat next to Jeremy, throwing himself into the seat, and wasting no time in slouching over on his desk.

Jeremy cringed at how awful he looked, if only he knew how Michael felt. His stomach tossed and turned, he’d done nothing but drink water and eat chips since homeroom. His headache had increased tenfold, he put his cold and clammy hands to his forehead just to ease it a little. He had to take several deep breaths to contain himself, he could already feel bile raising up in his throat. But he had to hold it back, he knew Jeremy was a sympathetic vomiter, and the last thing they needed was two nerds puking in class. He poked his head up as a piece of paper slide next to him. Jeremy and Michael’s way of communicating in class during a lecture, teachers usually blew it off as them sharing notes.

“Are you ok?”

Michael didn’t want to move, not even to pick up the pencil. He just tilted his head and gave Jeremy a nasty look.

“Ok…ok so you’re not…” he heard Jeremy mumble under his breath.

All the talking from the teacher seemed to make the world spin. And god his head hurt so damn much. His vision throbbed, his heart raced painfully, he knew he lost a few shades when Jeremy gave him a concerned look.

Shit. Don’t puke don’t puke. Michael swallowed again, about to reach for his water bottle when he realized it was too late. Jeremy was starting to rub his back now, trying to be helpful but all it did was make everything so much more overwhelming. And even worse, Jeremy was blocking the way to the trash.

“Jeremy…Jeremy, move.”

“What? Why?”

“Dude just- just fucking move.” He started to get up.

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“I-” and then he lost it.

He heaved and gagged, letting loose all the hangover cures, water, and chips he’d taken in over Jeremy’s jeans and shoes. He heaved and panted, trying to wipe away the spit from his mouth as the whole class became and uproar of “ew ew ew ew” “oh my god” “I’ll call the nurse” and the few kids trying to help. He felt someone grab his shoulders and guide him to a chair. He didn’t recognize the person until she was placing a garbage can in his lap, Brooke.

“Michael are you-”

Michael cut her off by heaving again. He filed through his mind, it felt like he’d blacked out. What even happened? He just suddenly puked all over his crush and-

Oh shit. Michael lifted his head from the can, sweating and panting. Not caring about his appearance at all.

“Fuck, Jeremy is he-”

Jeremy was standing there frozen, it made Michale shudder to see the mess he made of the poor kids jeans. But even worse was the hand clamped over Jeremy’s face. He’d never seen Jeremy so green, his eyes wide. The second he made eye contact with Michael he gagged, but swallowed it back the best he could.

The teacher came over to Michael and put a hand on his shoulder, “can you walk? The nurse is here.”

Michael shook his head, almost embarrassed. Soon enough a wheel chair was guiding him to the nurses office, with Jeremy walking beside them. He was holding the can, every now and then stoping to dry heave.

“Jeremy you should go man….don’t make yourself more miserable.”

“No way man…you scared the sh-…crap out of me back there, I ain’t going nowhere.”

“But-”

“I’ll be fine.”

Before he knew it Michael was laying down in a stiff uncomfortable bed, holding his arm over his eyes. He heard the curtain open and peered over to see Jeremy in a pair of gray sweat pants, black sneakers, and Nike tank top.

When he gave him a questioning look Jeremy said “oh uh…Christine came by with my gym clothes so I could change out of…all that.”

Michael sighed, “I’m sorry.”

Jeremy shook his head and put a cold water bottle to Michael’s neck, letting him sigh in relieve. “Don’t be, I’m more worried about you. You gonna be ok?”

“Did they call my dad?”

“Uh…I told them I’d do it and called my dad instead…”

That got Michael’s attention, he looked up at Jeremy in shock, “why?”

“Well I know you’re scared he’d be mad so…you know and…and I mean it’s not like my dad doing anything. And maybe I…ahem you know wanted to check up on you later?” Jeremy cringed at how much he stumbled and flushed over his words.

Michale just smiled, “you’re the best dude”

“Don’t thank me yet, we still don’t know if he has pants on.”

[replicarters]

hellraiser 3 funtime carnival, final

part 1 || part 2

happy easter! let's welcome it with BLOOD

the good thing about last time is that it was very gay. the bad thing about last time is that we've established the villain can and will tear the entirety of people's skin from their bodies, and then consume them as dinner. but this movie is a gay love story now, and god willing, there will be no dead lesbians by the end of it. there will be a lot of other dead people, sure. but hopefully no dead lesbians.

okay joey's girlfriend is officially in the hands of pj or jp or whatever the fuck this total douche's name was.

and he is very, very eager to get her eaten by his new carniverous friend

but before that, we have to jump back to dream vietnam, just the place everybody wants to be.

except now there's someone else here with an Accent and he's all "joeyyyyy wassup girl". oh my gosh who could it be!

tons of soldiers blow up and die and joey wakes up screaming

now let me tell you a movie that scares the bajeezus out of me: it's poltergeist. i don't think this movie will become that so i'll just take this shot at face value.

okay except for that it's like... making scary noises. you remember the episode of x-files where scully heard voices in the tv and unscrewed all her light bulbs? it's those noises, but much more loud and scratchy and unnerving.

motherfucker, get out of there! i'm going to set this television on fire.

he says YOU HAVE TO HELP ME and then goes away again. help you with what? consuming kid cuisines where the chicken nuggets are made out of human thigh meat?

jp is in here DRIVING A WEDGE BETWEEN GAY LOVE talking smack about joey while terri cries. god i hope jp gets eaten at the end i hope it so bad.

oh but wait! terri suddenly exclaims "SHE WOULDN'T" while she sobs, and blames herself for things that haven't even happened. honey :( joey hasn't gone anywhere and she's going to come and save you THIS I BELIEVE.

"come hug me baby, but do it over here next to the statue."

"mmmm come hug me over here"

"no baby hugs are way better next to grotesque works of art~"

oh no and then he says "come to daddy" shlfkhld NO

oh no oh no terri gets up!! no!! i bite my nails that i painstakingly regrew this past week.

AHHH HE'S AWAKE AND HE HUNGERS. at the very last second terri decides she doesn't want to do a hug, but jp grabs her by her very sparkly shirt and pinhead opens wide for another nutritious meal.

then terri breaks out brass fucking knuckles oh hell yeah girl, and she socks jp right in his smug, awful, ugly face

terri runs to the door but pinhead yells WWWAAAAIIITTTT. "why run away~?" he says. you can come live in my stone stomach with all the other people i've eaten. it's cool. it's progressive. it's modern art.

lmao oh my god, then pinhead, ever the hungry man, offers terri the chance to off jp in exchange for ~dreams~.

i mean, she's considering it, and i would too if all i had to do to unlock a world of dreams was toss some loser into a living pincushion's gaping maw.

well, he's a little heavy. where are those convenient chains right about now?

oh, there they are. holy shit, though, terri really went for it.

bye byeeeeeee! i didn't even have to wait until the end of the movie for jp's demise! this is AWESOME.

jp doesn't get eaten so much as he gets, like, giant nails driven through his head or something, and then pinhead yells a lot and the statue gets all crusty with bloooood.

oh and then it... pees? i don't know what's going on, some goop comes out of nowhere and dribbles all over.

ooh, that's... euugh...

gross flesh bombs just... explode from it. just gunk dropping off of it all over the place, smoking piles of gunk. it's icky.

oh that's... that's not good...

"terri. we are going to open the local spirit halloween store together... 6 months early!!!"

poor joey isn't getting any sleep, there's old-timey music coming from somewhere and all the lights are doing weird glows. also this apartment is fucking sweet as hell, how does she live here.

she opens a glowing closet, which, she has balls of steel to be doing that. but i guess if all your shit is glowing in your house at 3 am and you have 40s on 4 playing out of nowhere, you'd probably want to see what was up.

there really was a literal radio just sitting in the closet. so she takes it out and puts it on a table.

she turns some dials on it and then mr. video starts telling her to do stuff, noooooope buddy i need to know your motivations my dude, i need to know what you're all about.

maybe don't follow directions from mr. video/radio/dreamland. he tells her to go to the window which i guess is fine enough? but what's she gonna see out there... nnnn....

okay, this guy's just out here chilling. who are you now???

it's no problem for joey "balls of steel" summerskill, who is going for it. all in, baby! literally all in, her whole body in, to... the... window.

she ends up on the other side of this darksided cs lewis wardrobe intact.

look at this princess serenity dress she wears to bed every night, love it.

"who the fuck are you and why won't you let me sleep"

"hold up... gotta stare at the cube." this guy has the same hairline recession as michael eddington.

"i just walked into madness for you!" that's really what she says and i'm tickled by it. girl knows what fuck is up. it's all insane. least this guy can do is pay attention!

uh oh what's this now, what's this indiana jonesing over here.

joey goes for it, because she's a very brave girl, and now it's vietnam time again.

"joey, how kind of you to come." literally her alternative was watching you stare at the cube. you better start explaining some shit!

well he doesn't start explaining anything, just slinks away behind the ridge. joey follows him, looking at all the nasty soldier corpses.

"you have to help me; i don't understand." ME! i don't get any of this. dump some info on me, mr. video!

"you have to help me," mr. video says. buddy, you better be, like, the misplaced sealant on pinhead, otherwise i'm out.

he takes off his hat and he says his name Was elliot spencer.

AND THEN JOEY INTRODUCES HERSELF AND SHAKES HIS HAND i'm laughing. TOO PURE. "hi dead man who won't leave me alone nice to meet you."

he says she's brave, which is true! and says "you've probably never shaken hands with a ghost before." i mean PROBABLY NOT.

well she says "ummm captain spencer, what the hell is going on???"

"hell is exactly what is going on." ahhhhh. because it's been raised! we hell now.

they set off for a walk, a nice stroll through what spencer the ghost says is the limbo between heaven and hell. he says he can't do squat in the real world, but joey can.

"there is a monster out there, joey, and it's me." eeeeep.

anyway so he's pinhead because war is hell, and he originally opened the box and got mad chainz, yo. stopping him will require "great courage".

joey doesn't know if she has that, but spencer is like, "girl, you just walked through a goddamn solid window to talk to me, you're fine."

the cube is the gateway to hell and pinhead wants it, and spencer says joey has to let him come for it. aw helllllllllll no! eff that, why can't she just drop the cube in a volcano or something?

"but what if he takes the box from me before i can-"

"he can't take it, it must be given to him." oh dear so he's going to try to persuade her to give him the box. PERSUADE HER LIKE HE PERSUADED TERRI TO LET HIM EAT JP? just great. i have large worries.

let's have a little party pitstop.

my favorite baby is here, and it sTARTS MOVING AHHHHHHHHHHH HELL N O

OH GOD EVERYTHING IS MOVING

and then there's an explosion

and H E  C O M E S

everybody goes screaming and running and chains start flying. a guy gets his hand cut and his palm spurts blood LIKE A FOUNTAIN just like i've been expecting this whole time. another guy gets a stick of wood through him.

this girl's drink comes to life and also she's still sitting at a table while the entire place is in a full-on panic.

the bubble becomes a pinhead head, which then becomes a huge dagger of ice that impales the girl in the mouth. i don't know, i'm laughing at that one. let this be a lesson to us all: if, while in a club, madness begins all around you, just run. leave your $12 drink. it's not worth it.

the sleazy bartender gets barb wired. a girl gets her face torn. pinhead cackles in the background.

here's my thing: how is joey going to fight all this shit? SHE'S JUST ONE PERSON and pinhead can do all this?! man... i have concerns...!

more killing! you know what's going to happen to the dj, don't you?

weeeeeeee! maiming!

pinhead starts locking doors. people start getting chains to their faces. and their necks. and through them, while other people get them through their faces behind them. just all-around a delight for everyone.

there's one last door that's not shut, but do you really think it's going to stay open?

NOPE! you're in pinhead's funhouse now!

and as the whipping of the chains grows louder, and the screaming dies down, blood flows out under the door.

literally. how is joey going to win this thing.

no sleep for joey as she wakes up, again, to news reports of a "catastrophe" at the boiler room. that sure is one way to put it. joey, poor sweet innocent brave joey, gets her ass dressed and calls grandpa cameraman.

oh boy. it's time. it's time for joey to bring the pain to a very bad man, armed with nothing but that box against his MYRIAD OF SPOOKY POWERS. I HAVE EXTREME CONCERNS! that's all i'm saying!

mmmmmm and the tv was unplugged the whole time. CONCERNS RATCHETING UP A FEW MORE LEVELS.

it's raining, it's pouring, that door up there's fuckin opening on its own. grandpa's car was outside but grandpa was not in the car oh god he is almost certainly mutilated by now.

and we got some folks HANGING AROUND............................

yeah there's bodies everywhere and joey's scared out of her mind. PROTECT THIS POOR BABY.

joey holds onto the cube for dear life, because SOME GHOST thought it was a GOOD IDEA to send a 27 year old mortal human in to fight a needle-faced hell man with NOTHING MORE THAN A BOX.

it's gross, she's crying, there are just... so many bodies. she's looking around trying to find grandpa, growing increasingly more distraught as she sees, you know, severed heads and stuff. lmao and there's one guy with about 15 billiard balls stuffed into his dead maw, which i found pretty comical.

welp joey, who is absolutely going to have nightmares for the rest of her living days, just screams out for grandpa, but i think she and i both know he's not going to answer. oh, grandpa, what horrible thing has happened to you?

joey goes farther in and some lights come on

another doorway beckons

and inside, it's like a banquet hall of... terribleness. i don't have any words left to describe all this, my goodness. and joey's still crying. i don't blame her. she came all the way the fuck in here instead of getting on the first plane to the other side of the world like i definitely would have, she deserves to let some tears out.

oh, and grandpa?

is very dead, with his head replaced by a camera.

ohhhhh everything is beyond misery

pinhead appears, waxing poetic, blah blah death and stuff. suffering. humanity's darkness, whatever.

TAKE HIM DOWN, GIRL. SEAL HIM UP.

"mmmm gimme my box kiddo"

naw she's not here for that, so pinhead starts yelling "DON'T DEBATE WITH ME, GIRL. JUST COME HERE AND DIE WHILE YOU STILL HAVE THE OPTION OF DOING IT QUICKLY."

"you're gonna have to come and get me, you ugly fuck." OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

IT BEGINS

now with the knowledge that pinhead really can't touch that box unless he's given the box, joey takes off and almost gets run over by a cab outside.

cab hits a pole instead but listen, bud, your sacrifice is duly noted. hell's getting stopped tonight, bro! if you live, you'll get to see it!

then the pole falls over, knocks out all sorts of shit, and the cab lights on fire.

uh oh pinhead's doing pinhead stuff. WILL THE CUBE PROTECT AGAINST ELECTROCUTION?

oh my good god then pinhead sets off a fire hydrant and once the water is everywhere, where do you think he puts these nice cables?  C O N C E R N S

pinhead's impromptu death river comes barrelling down the street, but joey gets up on the sidewalk and the water sluices harmlessly by. phew.

except for now chains are coming out of the sewer. nnnnggggaaaahhhhh!! they do get her a little bit! me scream!

more stuff blows up! i'm very tense! joey keeps running. the sewer's blowing up, every electric thing is blowing up, THE MANHOLE LID comes spinning at joey's face but she dodges it. everywhere, EVERY LITERAL PLACE SHE GOES, stuff blows up and is on fire.

"what the fuuuuuuck where's the part where i get to go home and live a peaceful life"

"a peaceful life where all my friends are dead, and this place is fucked." hey... hey where's terri...? did... did she died...?

eeeep you're on pinhead camera! KEEP RUNNING

OH NO it's grandpa, and he's a weird camera borg now :(

oh joey honey i love you sweet girl please hang in there

"HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT HE DID TO ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH," not grandpa anymore roars. "HAVE YOU SEEN?"

then all the tvs blow up

then some guy???? who is just walking around out here????? joey runs into him and screams at him to run, but he's all, "hey baby where you going? everything's cool." oh YEAH, EVERYTHING'S REAL COOL.

so that guy dies when borg grandpa spears his eye camera through his head.

here comes pinhead, slinking out of the shadows.

just in case you forgot, this is the general state of things. not great. could be better.

oh there's more dead borg corpses walking around, too. that's a different one over there; it's cd head from the club.

L E T ' S   J A M   T O    T   S W I F T

when is enough enough, pinhead?!

it's never enough. guess what walks out of that explosion, it's another borg corpse.

whoaaaa and this one spits fire. SURELY PINHEAD HAS PROVEN HIS POINT BY NOW.

then the cops roll in, and joey again implores them to just fucking run. they don't.

one of the cops gets gasoline on him, and if you might recall (joey does), one of the dead borgs breathes fire.

joey wisely does not stick around for this, leaving the cops to their piping hot demise.

what now? now joey ducks into a church and just collapses. same.

you better be a priest, sir.

"father there's an awful lot of sinning going on outside, my only friend is a killer zombie, and new york is in general aflame."

this idiot priest tries to tell joey demons aren't real. haha! dude! you've missed several updates.

several. updates.

there he is, the man himself.

and then, oh my god, lol:

"then what the fuck is That." shdfklshlkfhs

leeeet's go if you don't want to die!

hey if you thought stuff was done exploding, you were wrong.

come on, that is ripe for becoming a deadly projectile.

or a melty mush. ooh, but a molten one. eugh, it couldn't just melt to melt, huh? had to be a scorching melt.

rarrrrgh i hate sunday school!

then listen, pinhead stands at the altar, ready to perform his own sacraments, which involve pulling a slug out of his head? and then putting the slug into his other hand (he's losing me here), then all the candles in the church start blowing up, then he pulls out another slug, puts that slug into the first hand, and then a wall starts cracking...

look, if i understood it, i'd let you know.

the rite of slug is now complete. whatever windows remained are, you guessed it, blown to kingdom come. then the altar crumbles, and for some reason, the priest thinks he's going to be a hero. no. wrong. pinhead pulls out slug number three, i think, i couldn't really tell. i think that's the only thing i could have been was another slug.

joey's over here rubiks cubing. there's not a great deal of time left in the movie, so, everybody cross your fingers some evil about to get sealed.

oh ew i think what pinhead pulled out was a flesh glob, and then he stuck it in the priests mouth, huge ick.

but joey gets the cube to go blue.

WHAT'S -UP- MOTHERFUCKER

joey taunts pinhead with the cube and bolts again. she makes it to the best place to be in the middle of a hell siege, which is a construction site. yes.

she immediately hears shit creaking around, because this will never be easy.

ohhhh good, it's more happy friends.

oh no no no and one of them... one of them...

IS TERRI!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO MY BEAUTIFUL LESBIAN LOVE STORY ;________; also note terri's direct line of smokes now.

"i can dream now, joey..." auuuuugh this wasn't the dream i wanted!

"terri..." her voice is so tiny and weak and defeated. i hate this, i hate this, HER ONLY OTHER FRIEND IN THIS WHOLE WORLD AND SHE'S A ZOMB.

well she tries to mess with the cube some more but borg jp and borg terri circle around her, beating her up. :(

and guess who arrives atop the hill, and threatens joey with "dark decades" of pain. oh golly.

more zombos come in.

"ahhh, more friends, come to play with you, joey."

"PLAY WITH THIS, PINHEAD"

joey gets the cube to go blue but this time...

it starts opening up!!

it starts autobotting and the zombos are looking at pinhead like, uh, dad? what do we do/???

then the cube starts shooting out blue stuff and ghostbustering all the zombos into it. they all scream and cry about it but there's nothing to be done, battle over, cube wins, that's it. pinhead tries to resist but he goes in, too... i... i think... we don't actually... see him...... go in.............

is that it? can joey go home now? this poor girl has been through An Ordeal.

joey tries to ask good ol ghosty if that's it. hello? is he there? don't flake out on us now, pal.

oh, what... is this now. wasn't that just dirt on the ground two seconds ago?

oh okay we're... here now, i guess.

look everybody, it's joey's dead dad.

so joey saved the world and gets to hug her dad, that's a pretty good reward. it's not going to bring back the scores of dead people, but this is okay.

wait

WAIT

WAAAAITT OH GOD WHAT THE HELL

"joey, they said you'd have something for me. something you won't need anymore." OH MY GOD STOP I'M HOLLERIN

"this? oh here, take it!" HONEY NO. JOEY NO. OH MY GOD

oh my god my entire soul is fleeing my physical form

I'M GONNA FRIGGIN FALL OVER AND DIE

well what the shit happens now

"save your tears. i'll reap your soul slowly."

then i legit don't know what the hell happens next, joey thinks about the window, and then all of a sudden...

...we're there? past the window?

"couldn't resist playing games, could you?" ah our old chap there he finally is

"you had to come through the window of her mind" okay say whatttttt. the window was in joey's mind all along? well that's kind of stupid if you ask me.

uh oh oh no oh dear it's time for chains. this is not the kind of kinky shit i am after let's not go down this road. cries and watches this through my hands.

oh no oh geez. pinhead stop i can't... do this... do not talk about pleasures right now... while this is... oh lord this is too weird

what... in the seven hells... is that. pinhead and ghostie take their sweet time watching each other while this THING rises up toward joey.

no. no fuckin way. i'm done. there's like three minutes left and i'm ready to leave.

bro. you're way too calm about this.

"you're right," he says to pinhead. "we do belong together."

and he reaches out and gets pinhead to drop the box. all right noW DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT BACKGROUND HELLSPAWN

okay hellspawn and all the chains and weird things disappear, and then ghostie and pinhead fight, i guess.

me irl: "uhhhhh ok"

ah now they're a... tangled flesh monstrosity.

sure seems like... pinhead absorbed ol ghostie, though. that's not... great.

oh but... maybe it didn't go so hot for pinhead after all?

ghostie's head pops up and says "JOEY. SEND ME TO HELL." oh god please do. right now.

joey/cube otp

she messes with it a bunch while pinhead stalks closer, yipes!

now it's swiss army knifing. that's not what we need right now we need the other thing! the blue!

all right just kidding she gets it to be a dagger and stabs him good.

yeeeeowch! my pancreas!

yeah see ya. finally, once and for all, i think he's outta here.

ah, and there's the cube

NOW can joey finally go home? live in peace? all that good stuff? please leave her alone for the rest of time.

man stick that thing in some cement where it belongs, then throw it in the bottom of the atlantic.

look, cement! really get it in there deep. it doesn't really seem that deep. there were like nine more hellraisers after this so i'm thinking the cube makes its way out of the cement.

oh my sweet girl, go home and never think about any of this again. get some rest. get a therapist. stay far away from any and all ugly statues the rest of your life. you got a transport to space to catch; you don't got time to be running around down here!

joey goes home.

but there's one last thing.

that building they built on that construction site has some familiar designage.

THE END!!!!!! no seriously that's it. pinhead is the whole building?!!?!?!? NUKE IT.

ughhhhhh rubs my hands over my face so much for not having nightmares. thought i'd be free when i finally finished, but i think i am more unsettled than ever. really good! exactly what i wanted! man, what the fuck happens to joey now? she goes home and has ptsd for the rest of her life? somebody write me that fanfic. just kidding, don't, i don't want to think about it. only a happy life for joey now. no more hell raising for her. hope she moves to monterey and forgets all her troubles. maybe gets a nice girlfriend, settles down, never has a nightmare again.

oof. i gotta... do a juice cleanse or something. 2 spook. and jake is exactly right, i should never ever watch the rest of these movies, not ever in my life.

hey jake? you there, bud?

hold me ;_;

[fathersonholygore]

AMC’s The Walking Dead Season 3, Episode 10: “Home” Directed by Seith Mann Written by Nichole Beattie

* For a recap & review of the previous episode, “The Suicide King” – click here * For a recap & review of the next episode, “I Ain’t A Judas” – click here Rick (Andrew Lincoln) watches the prison yard. In the distance he sees a woman in a white dress by the graves and their crosses. It’s Lori (Sarah Wayne Callies), who isn’t really there at all. She stands in the white juxtaposed against the dirt of the graves, flies searching for the smell of corpses, buzzing in the air. Then Lori disappears. Suddenly, she’s outside of the gates. He goes running after her, which catches Michonne (Danai Gurira) and the others a little off guard. Because the man is literally losing his mind. Faith has to waver, even just a bit. They’ve put it all in this man, to lead them and protect them, to give them hope. And here he is hallucinating his dead wife. For someone like Michonne who’s only come to know them all recently, this is shocking. Rightfully so. In Woodbury, Andrea (Laurie Holden) is trying to come to terms with how she feels about the Governor (David Morrissey), reconciling that with what she knows of him, the person he is after all she’s discovered. She worries about her friends back at the prison. He wants her to be the interim leader until he gets his shit together: “We need you” Out in the woods together are Merle (Michael Rooker) and Daryl Dixon (Norman Reedus), alone and arguing. The older brother doesn’t want any part of Rick or the prison. He assumes they’re all dead anyways, once the Governor raises hell. Back at the prison Glenn (Steven Yeun) starts figuring out the reinforcements in the various wards, to prepare for an invasion. He wants to end the whole thing. Hershel (Scott Wilson) thinks otherwise, he thinks they ought to get out and worries Woodbury is now on alert, possibly even headed for them as they speak. Truly, there are no good options. Either way Glenn decides they’re “making a stand” and they’ve all got jobs to do now. Milton Mamet (Dallas Roberts) is always tinkering with some experiment or another. He gets a visit from the Governor wondering if he’ll stick around, praising his help. He’s surprised. Yet we can see what his leader is doing, he’s sizing Milton up. He also wants him to keep tabs on Andrea. Hmm, interesting. And not really the right guy for anything covert. For a smart, science-oriented guy, Milton’s both cowardly and kind of a weakling-type. Glenn goes to see Maggie (Lauren Cohan), wanting to talk about their problems. About what happened during their invasion on Woodbury. She tells him what happened in that room with the Governor. It’s almost more about him than it is her; that’s the problem. He makes it like there’s some relief for HIM that she wasn’t raped. But it was never about him, it was always a threat to her. She was being used, and could’ve been assaulted viciously while Glenn was mostly concerned for how HE would feel if it did happen. Tsk, tsk, dude. An excellent scene to follow is when Axel (Lew Temple) gets a lesson on how to load, cock, and handle a gun from resident bad ass Carol Peletier (Melissa McBride). I love her. One of the greatest in the entire series. A great actress given the chance to shine through an especially well-written character. On the road Merle and Daryl come across a family on a bridge in trouble with walkers. While the older of the two is content to make fun, laughing at them, the younger rushes in to help. Or try, anyways. Another show of Daryl’s good, honourable heart, as opposed to his ruthless brother. Goes to show that nature v. nurture doesn’t always turn out how you expect between two siblings. Fuckin’ Merle even wants to rob the family after his brother helps. Except Daryl ain’t having that. After it all we see the scars that the younger of them bears having been left alone with their abusive father all those years when Merle left. Merle: “I tried to kill that black bitch. Damn near killed the Chinese kid.” Daryl: “He‘s Korean” Merle: “Whatever, doesn‘t matter, man. I just can‘t go with you.” Daryl: “I‘m the one that‘s walkin‘ away. But you‘re the one that‘s leavin‘. Again.”

Glenn’s taking too much on himself and Hershel wants him to step back. He doesn’t want him to end up dead, especially when he trusts him with the life of his daughter. Can’t tell Glenn what to do, though. He’s headstrong, he wants to be a leader when Daryl is missing and Rick is “wandering crazy town.” Can’t blame him, he has those instincts. He’s a smart cookie, too. Still pushing the limit of sanity, Rick walks along the outer grounds of the prison. Hershel calls to him from the other side of the fences, worried about Glenn, the whole place sort of going to shit without his influence. Rick admits to seeing Lori, hearing her and Shane on the phone before. Instead of making him feel crazy, the old guy reassures the former sheriff that things will be okay, but it won’t bring him back inside just yet. Then from nowhere a bullet blows Axel’s brains out. The Governor has arrived, he and his men firing on the prison as Rick and the crew take cover, firing back. A truck comes flying in through the gate. The back opens and walkers come piling out into the field causing chaos. Before Rick gets bitten, Daryl puts an arrow into a walker’s head, as he and Merle emerge through the trees. The Governor and his boys back off leaving the chaotic mess, and the prison gang just barely make it out by the skin of their teeth. What now? All hallucination and no protection makes Rick a mad boy.

An intense one. Particularly due to the relationship between the Dixon Bros, which I always love. On top of that this is one of the most psychological episodes, as we’re seeing the dark depths of what’s going on in Rick’s mind. Next is “I Ain’t A Judas” and it’s my favourite-titled episode of this season. Also, another fun episode! The Walking Dead – Season 3, Episode 10: “Home” AMC's The Walking Dead Season 3, Episode 10: "Home" Directed by Seith Mann…