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treesandtheirberries · 3 years

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Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality PART 2

part one

(Thank you all for liking the last post, my heart is so full.)

More about the twins, parents' discussions, and a girl's day of insight and vulnerability.

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After tucking June in bed, much to her playful annoyance, Harry made his way to the bedroom where the love of his life was resting. Crossing the hallway, he smiled to himself. There was nothing he loved more than being a trusted father. Having this responsibility lifted him, it guided him to be even better. Just replaying the conversation he had in his head was bringing extra moisture to his eyes. What could he say? He was a natural softie, this (y/n) knew so it was no different with his babies.

Right before making it to his shared bedroom, he instead turned to make his way to the younger ones' room. (y/n) might possibly be crossed with him if she finds out he awoke them just for some kisses, but she didn't have to know.

Shuffling into the room, lit by a nightlight that displayed soft stars on the kids' ceiling, he noticed both of them whispering to one another. Having them share a room was the conscious decision of the parents. Although they had a few rooms to spare, they preferred the twins to sleep together, as they quickly noticed how the two reacted when apart. Oftentimes, they'll find Mick in Mazzy's bed, or vice-versa. It is clear to the parents that the twins are most comfortable with one another, and separating them seemed borderline abusive.

"Hmmm, what're you two on about? Late, innit?" Harry softly spoke, with a smile on his face to clear any seriousness in his words.

"Dadaaaa" Mazzy dragged, smiling that her father was here. She sat up on her bed, making grabby arms as to drag her father further into the room. He was so weak for his babies and quickly made his way to her.

"Mazzy meet friends today. Talk dada," Mick explained in an annoyed tone, which Harry obviously found hilarious. Pardon him for not knowing the basis of their conversations. As he smiled to himself, he wrapped his arm around Mazzy as she further burrowed himself on his side, and he extended his hand to Mick (whose bed was a very short distance away from Mazzy's). "Bedtime dada, momma said sleep" Mick said seriously to his father as he reluctantly grabbed his hand.

Harry and (y/n) could see the personalities of the two strongly already: Mick adopted the role of the carrying older brother despite being born only six minutes before, and Mazzy the clumsy, caring younger sister. The twins upheld their roles quite well, and because of their personalities, they rarely left each others' sides.

"Oh baby, I know she did but I just want some snuggies. Don't kill me, 'kay?" Harry said, pulling his arm so Mick would get the message to hug his father. Despite wanting to seem ever-so mature, loved nothing more than to hug the most important man of his life and finally succumbed to 'snuggies'.

"Mumma said to sleep for school, dada," Mazzy inquisitively said to Harry, looking up at him questioning.

"Yes baby, you two need to start sleeping more, you'll start preschool later this year, and mums' not sure if they do nappy time like in daycare." He rubbed both of their backs in unison as he saw them interlock hands on his stomach. These moments, he thinks, are the exact reason he does what he does. He wants nothing more than to support his babies (all four, actually) and be able to watch them grow. "Just wanted to give you guys some kissies. Kissies please?" He finished by puckering his lips as he looks down at the two.

They giggle and lean up to press soft kisses on his cheeks simultaneously.

"Now what's this about some friends, Mazzy?"

"Yes papa, so nice to me. Mick wants to hear if good friends."

Harry continued to rub their backs, so proud of their bond. "Good job Mick, always taking care of your sister. You know she'll always do the same for you too."

"I know dada, told me Aidan was rude to her. We not friends again." Mick stated, again making his father's chest filled with pride.

"Good, we all know we need to treat our friends nicely but if they are not kind back, we can't let ourselves be their friends. What do we do, babes?"

The kids smiled, playfully annoyed once again yet said together: "treat people with kindness." dragging it out as most kids do with very little seriousness.

"I've gotta go now, let's tuck you both in so momma will never know I was here, 'kay?" He lifted Mick in his arms and carried him the short distance to his bed, while Mazzy tucked her legs back in her blankie. Making sure Mick was cozy, he planted a wet kiss on his forehead.

"Dadaaa" Mick smiled, knowing his father's antics by now.

After placing another kiss on Mazzy's head, he placed a palm on both of the children's bellies. "I love you two so dearly. You guys, June, and your mum are the best things in my life. Rest up so we can have another fun day tomorrow babies."

He finally made his way out of their room, seeing the two burrowings further into their respective blankets with their eyes closed filling his heart. Sneaking his phone out, he snapped a quick picture and sent it to his wife so she could keep a copy of the moment. (although, through this, he effectively ruined the small secret of waking them.) Fuck it, he'll just say this is how he found them.

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"She wanted to talk about the Sage situation?" (y/n) guessed, as her beloved crossed the threshold and planted himself face-first on their king bed. All spread out, he moved his back to crack it, due to the stress of every day and ... well, age.

"Said she heard about my sexuality more than yours. Bet you're jealous huh?"

"Please, I know the bond you two have. Is she okay though? You gave her the good ole' 'we'll always be there' parent talk?" (y/n) never doubted his ability to be a father, but these circumstances were a bit more sensitive than other matters. She finally shut her book, placing it on the bedside table that holds Harry and her's current reads. There was no better end to her day than kissing her babies and reading alongside the love of her life.

"She's okay, I think. It's hard for her, obviously. I hate seeing her in pain but this is just one of those things she has to do. As long as she knows we're here, I don't expect it to be too difficult?" He pondered. He did mean it, being a questioning teenager is difficult as is but adding sexuality to the equation? He was fortunate enough to be so self-assured that the concept of questioning himself wasn't that turbulent. "But she wants to hear from you too, obviously. Be prepared to share your life story babe," he giggled, turning his head to see his wife who now began to stroke his hair. God, that really did it when he was tired.

"Yeah, I think I recall her saying this week was slow since she finished exams, so would you agree that we could take a girl's day in light of it all?" She pondered, wanting to assure her daughter in the best, normal way possible.

Harry finally sat up, only to cuddle into his wife's arms. This was another reason he knew the two were soulmates: she loved being the big spoon as much as he liked being held in her arms. "Yes, definitely a good idea. Mhm, what'd I do to have someone as mindful and loving as you? M'life would be incomplete without you, you're everything to me, love." Still feeling as 'lovey-dovey' as ever, he burrowed his head further into her, almost physically absorbing the love she poured out.

"I just want her to feel normal, I guess. When I finally came out, it seemed like it was the only interesting thing about me. It was the only point of conversation for a while, and I don't want June to feel like it's such a hugely different thing. She's still our baby, always will be."

"Hmm, the parenting books have nothing on us. So happy we're a team," he says, grabbing one of her hands to intertwine their fingers. "Gives me a love boner just thinking about how good we are, God."

"Narcissistic asshole. Want a bedtime handie?"

Her words make him shudder, a moan itching to be released. "M'done for with you."

She smiles at his words, knowing that the man in her arms is unlike the general population in that he prefers her hand far over her mouth. Shifting a bit, she kept one arm around his shoulders, to keep him close, and inched the other one to his briefs. They were firm believers in comfortable sleeping, which often lead to sleeping in only undergarments or less. She began to touch him softly through the fabric, already feeling how hard he was. "Oh baby, what's got you all worked up already?" It was a taunting tone, something about their position made it common sense that he'd be more submissive tonight.

"Please, (y/n). Just a quick hand, please." He shifted his hips, trying to get her soft hand to come down harder. Lucky for him, she wasn't in a mood to see him suffer and pressed the heel of her hand more firmly. "You know exactly what that does to me. Please baby, I'll be quiet."

"I know you will, you deserve this, 'kay?" She finally ended the small foreplay and moved her fingers into his briefs. Having been with her for over 15 years, (y/n) knew exactly what got Harry off the quickest. Nothing sold him out faster than a quick, sloppy hand, and her coaxing and appraisal always made him finish embarrassingly fast. Wrapping her hand around his length, she immediately began to jerk him off, wiping his precome to make it smoother. "Such a good daddy to our babies, best father out there I swear."

Her words made him shudder, even more, her touch making him extremely sensitive. Given her arm wrapped around him, he moved his head to the crevice of her neck, feeling shy from her praise. "(y/n), you're going to-" he was interrupted by her thumbing his head again, letting out a breathy moan, "god, make me cum so quick, please."

"It's okay baby, come on now, give it to me." She smirked as she felt him press soft kisses to her neck, almost as a thank you for the fucking phenomenal handie he was receiving.

His breath increased, indicating he was nearing his peak. He began to whimper ever so slightly, wriggling in place and only pushing himself closer to her. "Cumming, god m'cumming." he moaned, finally releasing over her hand.

(y/n) didn't end there though, still dragging her hand to rub his cum down his length and creating a click-ing sound. It was left unsaid that he loved to be overstimulated and milked.

Finally pulling her hand out after Harry begged her it was enough, she got up to grab a hand towel from their en suite restroom. Coming back, she found him with his eyes shut, clearly ready for sleeping.

"Budge up, or this'll get all gross in the morning."

Moving sluggishly, he allowed her to clean. "Come on now, let me do the same to you," he slurred as he flipped on his side, patting the bed.

"No baby, that's alright. Just wanna sleep with 'ya." She smiled at him fondly, noticing his eyes once again shutting in content. The two were almost annoying cuddlers, and they were practically seared together when it came to sleeping.

"Alright, in my arms 'ya go now. Come." He said faintly as she crawled into the space he made for her. Immediately squishing her face in his chest, he wrapped both arms around her back, caging her in and digging his fingers in her loose hair. "Love you," he whispered, although given his face was over her head, it was pretty muffled.

"Love you."

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"Let's do three more deep breaths, and then we can go see what your mum made for breakfast," Harry indicated, eyes still shut as he sat cross-legged by Mazzy and Mick on the floor, June also sitting on one of the twins' bed.

Before the two parents gave birth to June, Harry insisted that it would be vital to teach their children meditation: a practice that would help them understand and work through their emotions. (y/n) agreed quickly, after hearing many testimonials online of increased mindfulness in small toddlers. Harry tried more often than not to do what he called "Good Morning Heart" exercises before school, but if he was out (y/n) had no problem doing it alone. Today though, the two woke up slightly later than usual and had to split up their duties.

"Okay, good. Keep your eyes closed for now, my bugs. I want you to think about one thing you hope to achieve today. Talk to a new kid maybe, or participate in class. Anything, and take another deep breath as you think of it."

"Dada, done now," Mazzy said, smiling wide at her father. Obviously having meditated her whole life (although they didn't consider it meditation, more so family time) she was used to these exercises and her father leading the group. She didn't know exactly why they did it, but being able to frame your day as positive before it even starts did boost her already positive demeanor.

"Good job baby, so proud of you. Why don't you go run down to see your mama? Not on the stairs though."

"I take her, dada!" Mick excitedly said, unknowingly to others, his positive goal for the day was protecting his 'baby' sister.

Harry smiled, dimples shinning as he saw the two siblings scurry down the hall. "Finished bug?" He asked as June and he were the only two left in the twins' room.

"Yeah, going to ask mom about everything."

"She's ready, and she's so fucking proud of you."

"Thank you, Dad, for everything. I mean it." June leaned over to give him a hug, making her cheek squish against his shoulder. He moved his head over to give her a kiss over her hair, closing his eyes for a second, basking in the life full of love he manifested.

"You didn't hear it from me, but I have an insider report your mum made chocolate pancakes."

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"Come here for your kisses, don't try to weasel out of it," (y/n) laughed, putting her arm over the center console to pucker her lips. Mick was first, giving his mom a kiss on the cheek, dimples resembling his father's. Mazzy followed with obtaining their daily kiss before daycare, both stumbling their way out of the car to meet a teacher that helped them inside. "God they're so precious, as are you," (y/n) said, as she softly pinches June's cheek.

"Mooom," June dragged, now in the 'always embarrassed by parents' teenager phase. "Could we talk about Yesterday? You know, with whatever Dad said?”

“Yes! Actually, before we start would it be cool if we play hooky?” There wasn’t a ‘cooler’ parent between the two as they usually were very lenient, but this definitely bought (y/n) some cool parent points.

“What?! Are you sure? Is Dad okay with it?”

“Of course, he encouraged it really. Just a girl's day for us, can go shopping and eat lunch? Whad’ya think babe?”

“Freak it.” Or for translation, June’s way of saying fuck it.

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“Can you maybe … tell me how it worked for you? How you … decided?” June said nervously, still nervous about the topic.

“Yeah, of course, baby. It’s a much longer story than your fathers, but I’ll try to condense it:

“At your age, it’s such a period of confusion, and a lot of times your family can agitate that. From seventh grade to about my senior year of high school, I had what I now call my ‘identity crisis. Really, it was rooted in sexual confusion and overall expression but at the time, it was the most dramatic thing happening since the death of mom.”

The two were sitting in the car, having stopped by a local cafe for coffee before sitting in the mall parking lot. It was an odd place, but comfortable given the two were together. (y/n) and Harry prided themselves off of being an open family and sharing details of their past, but this wasn’t something June had heard of in such detail yet. Because of this, she was extremely absorbed in what her mother was saying.

“It’s really funny to me now, because that’s how I deal with things, I guess. But at the moment, I was-“ (y/n) turned her head to look out the window of the car, needing a small moment before recalling the most difficult time of her life. “It’s ridiculous because I know I should say losing mom was painful, but this whole sexuality thing tore me apart in a different way. It was silent, and it was internal. There was no one I could tell, not until my junior year.

“Anyway, going back to the plotline, yes. I did have a close friend I liked. She is mainly the reason I began to question, that and being a little too obsessed with Stevie Nicks. Sidebar: that was one thing that your father and I initially bonded on.” (y/n) finally lifted her head to see her daughter who stared at her with much adoration. Although she was a mother, this specific conversation still made her extremely insecure due to years of denial from family. She could only hope to raise her kids in a contrasting environment. “It was really hard, and I did become depressed and, well, suicidal frankly. Coming from a background like mine, there isn’t a ‘good’ view on anyone who is gay and that combined with my father's overall conserved nature, I was terrified. Then there was the back-and-forth: am I gay? Am I straight? Am I faking it? Does it matter? And the answer, to the last one at least, is yes it does fucking matter.”

“It made you that sad? Trying to figure it out? Dad says I’ll always be the same girl, why was it such a big deal for grandpa?”

“It was hard on me that I didn’t have someone noticing this pain I was going through. I, unfortunately, did not have someone to tell me that it was okay, and it was normal. God, I felt like such a deviant,” (y/n) laughed in an attempt at raising the mood. “When I finally got around to telling your grandpa, he said that mom mentioned it to him once, before she passed. He claims that she said I was going to be different, and he would have to understand that. Mothers always know. And he did, at least, he tried. It was hard to go from always saying future husband to future partner but he got the hang of it. You’re never too old to change your views and grandpa is the best example of that. He’s also very proud of his son-in-law for being so open about everything including sexuality, says that makes our relationship stronger and is the biggest reason he permitted your Dad to propose.”

"I don't even know what to say, that's kind of insane mom."

(y/n) laughed. The pain of her past has subsided over the years, and it was relieving to be able to recount it. "So insane. What else can I say about this? Two aunts were really rude about it and dad got so angry. It made me cry seeing him fight for me. After that, things just all worked out. It's still a hard topic, it took me forever to tell your dad. I thought he was going to be grossed out," (y/n) laughed again out of remembrance, cheeks warming from embarrassment.

"Mom! How could he, I'm sure he was the same as when you two met but dad would beat himself if he ever hurt you. And, that's really nice to hear about grandpa." June was amused over the change of topic and touched her mom was letting this information out.

"No, no. He's always been so attentive and needy," (y/n) giggled, June joining. "You should ask him about it, he's such a sap but that story especially gets a few tears out of him."

"Oh, definitely will do."

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After the two had strolled around the mall a bit and found a few new pieces of clothing (what could (y/n) say, she had the tiniest shopping addiction) June opened up the conversation once more.

"So, how long does it take to know know."

"Oh babe, there's no number I can give you that works for everyone. You can't really but a timeline on these things. I will say there are stages, like definitely a questioning period, but you might not spend time experimenting with labels or you will. It's really hard to say. Personally, it was like six-ish years for me?"

They continued to roam the store, June now looking at jeans with embroidered details. "Hm." She looked deep in thought, but not nearly as conflicted as Harry described her to be the night prior. "I'm thinking about it mom, and I might be sure about it."

As (y/n) moved June into her arms into a Styles' classic bear hug, she hummed in joy. "I am so happy to hear that baby. We are so proud of you, and you're still our same baby but you're developing your identity and we're just so proud to be your parents. Please, babe, don't worry about this, we're here always to defend you through anything. Although, half of our friends and family are gay or something too." (y/n) gave her a smirk, both chuckling at the situation. "Now, if we're done here maybe we can stop by your dad's fav strawberry dealer, he sent me a message he was craving some."

June followed her mom out of the store after deciding to buy the jeans, body warming at the thought of having what she considered to be the best parents in the world.

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Part two done! kinda obsessed with this storyline now, so let me know what else you want to see from this precious family. ily!

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elixir448 · 4 years

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Good Girls 3x06 Thoughts (Will I ever get these up after the episode? Nope)

Good Girls 3x04 and 3x05 Thoughts Here

So lemme tell you.This post was basically finished and then I accidentally deleted it and have spent the last few hours typing it all out again. I’m just...yeah.

Dean and Au Jus

I know that a lot of people feel that Dean talking about cancer and chemotherapy costs would have been the perfect moment for Beth to scathingly bring up his lie about having cancer. While I acknowledge that it could have worked and all of us have been wanting to see this since he blurted out that he had cancer in season 1, there are a few reasons why I wouldn’t have wanted the issue raised in this scene:

1. I think it would have trivialised the depth of such a betrayal.

2. This scene was about Beth’s reaction to Lucy’s death and having to dig up her body, clean her face with baby wipes and then take a photo of it in order to unlock her phone and convince her kind-hearted boyfriend, who she loved, that she is still alive and wants nothing to do with him. This has nothing to do with Dean or his lies and it has everything to do with Lucy and the weight of her death on Beth’s shoulders. Why should it be about Dean? Despite the fact that he is in the scene, it actually has nothing to do with him.

3. I do wonder if the cancer lie will ever be addressed, mainly because I think Beth felt so guilty over Dean being shot by Rio that she essentially let it slide. Even in 2x05, when she finds out that Dean had multiple affairs rather than just one, she pointedly does not raise it. Perhaps it’s because she only found out about it in the lead up to her confrontation with Rio and Dean in 1x10, so bringing it up would essentially force her to think about Dean being shot before she even had a chance to confront him about it personally. I do think that Beth and Dean are going to go their separate ways this season, romantically I mean. There was some unconfirmed information floating about that the show was looking to cast an actor as young Dean and I think, if that’s true, any flashbacks probably would have been as a prelude to these two ending their romantic relationship for good. If it is true, I’m even more annoyed that the last few episodes couldn’t be filmed. Anyway, the way I see it, when Beth and Dean’s romantic relationship ends as a storyline, I think it will be a decision borne of weariness rather than resentment.

Also, I just need to say that I kind of love that Dean is getting so many scenes with Au Jus and kind of love seeing him with the bird. He seems like such a proud father. I’m more invested in this storyline than I am in the four star hot tubs storyline and Gayle tbh. For now anyway.

The Hills

I’m really starting to understand what Manny meant when he said that he was most interested in what the writers are doing with Stan in this season.

As soon as Stan told Ruby that he might be able to become a cop again, I knew that he wouldn’t return. At least not immediately. There are probably two main reasons that will stop Stan from returning to the police force:

1. Disillusionment with law enforcement. In season 2, we saw Stan being confronted by a federal agent (Turner) who was threatening and absolutely willing to use underhanded tactics, such as false testimonies, to get Stan to do what he wanted.

2. Stan views himself as morally compromised and unfit to protect and serve. He knows that he’ll abuse his position and help Ruby if she needs it again.

Beth actually says to Ruby in this episode that Stan can’t be a cop again. Even though he obviously doesn’t know about this, I can really see the entire situation, and everything that has happened since they robbed Fine and Frugal, lead to a pretty tense conversation between Beth and Stan in the next episode:

Lemme tell you, I gasped when I saw this promo image for 3x07, especially given the fact that Reno has said that we’ll get to see a little of Beth and Stan interacting in this season. It’s actually one of my hiatus wishes and I feel like we’re all anticipating their scenes together. I mean, Beth and Ruby have been best friends since they were teens. Stan and Beth have probably known each other for ages and we saw some tension in the last season, stemming from Ruby’s betrayal of Beth to save Stan. Correct me if I’m wrong but I think the last time we saw these two interact was in season 1, so it’s about time we see them talk face to face.

Of course, it’s been a few episodes since we saw Stan as a security guard in the strip club, so I’m really excited to see what happens there, the introduction of Onyx and more scenes with Krystal. I think Onyx may be introduced in the upcoming episode?

It was also so good to see more of Harry again. Danny Boyd Jr is such a talented and cute little actor. Like, he’s so small!

I LOVED the scene where Ruby points out the reasons why Stan is a cop (protect and serve) at his core. He doesn’t want to be involved with their shady stuff but he always gets dragged in. I would give anything to see a scene where Stan defends Ruby so staunchly to someone because I have no doubt that he would and I need it. Grabby hands.

Mick

Give the guy a hot tub!!!!!!!

I’m telling you. I screamed when Beth blurted out “I have herpes!” Oh my god. I died. Yeah, your husband won’t be happy about it. Nor will your crime husband.

I’m also just going to reiterate that I don’t view any of what Mick’s doing as a betrayal of Rio. What Beth was trying to do in this episode was in an attempt to get the cops off their collective backs and, if he gets a free hot tub out of it, good for him.

I guess we’ll have to see where it all goes but I’m not convinced that Mick is going to betray Rio in some profound way. Hell, I’m not even convinved that Rio doesn’t know about all this.

Beth’s character progression

God, Beth did so much in this episode. She really got down in the dirt herself and dug the dirt away from the Lucy’s body, asked for some wet wipes to clean her face, while trying her best not to be sick, and then took a picture of Lucy’s face. Even thought she has gotten her hands dirty, with regards to her role in the crime world, this is the first scene where she physically gets her hand dirty when she’s not gardening.

@captainallthingspurpleme wrote a great short post summarising the girls’ actions in this scene and absolutely nailed it! I don’t want to reiterate because I think it’s worded a thousand times better than I could articulate it.

I think Beth’s breakdown in this episode was so earned. We so rarely see her emotionally lose it, especially not in front of other people. The fact that she’s breaking down in front of Dean of all people, from whom she has been repeatedly proven to be emotionally and intimately removed from, shows how torn up she is over everything that has happened.

Despite this, she somehow manages to process it and file it away and is back to business in her next scene with the girls, where she texts Max, takes charge and tells him to come over in a moment of decisiveness and then deals with him. In the Good Girls 3x02 thoughts post I wrote, I talked a little bit about how ruthlessly pragmatic Beth can be, her ability to process horrible things and compartmentalise and how we see this happen with everyone in her life except for Rio. We’ve seen it after she processed that Dean had cheated on her, when she processed that fact that Mary Pat was extorting them and accepting how similar they were, when she found out about Dean faking cancer and when she processes Turner’s death. She always gets back to business. I think we’ve seen it again in this episode, with regards to Lucy’s death. While I don’t think she’s dealt Lucy’s death mentally, not even a little bit, I do think she has compartmentalised it which is just so Beth, as I point it in that previous post, but it’s underscored as being even more chilling in this episode, particularly with the last shot where she appears to blend into the pitch black behind her:

I’m sure everyone has read it already but @foxmagpie wrote a fab post about the lighting of Beth and Rio throughout the episode and how it relates to Beth’s character development so, instead of reiterating her analysis, I’ll just leave a link to it here.

Beth and Rio

I’ve seen that people are displeased with the screentime that Rio has had, which is a totally valid opinion. I’m personally really happy with what’s been happening with his screentime. @pynkhues wrote an amazing post during hiatus about why she thought Rio would become a POV character and have more scenes in season 3. She hit the nail on the head! I think the writers have really delivered on this front because Rio does have his own POV now, we’ve seen him interact with his family, we’ve seen him operate outwith the girls, his boys have returned and we’ve had a glimpse into how many people he seems to ‘employ’ and, if Manny is to be believed, we are also going to find out more about the people to whome Rio answers / owes debts to. I’ve been wondering who these people are since he mentioned it. Are they larger scale crime bosses or are they corrupt big wigs in political or federal circles? Does he owe them a debt of money, potentially due to his absence while he was under Turner’s thumb, or have people in the crime world put two and two together and realised who was feeding names to the FBI? I don’t imagine that giving such information to law enforcement goes over well amongst criminals.

I’m going to start by discussing the first scene between these two, which is really weighted. It reminded me so much of 2x07, where Beth and Rio’s feelings, both generally and for each other, bubbled to the surface in a rare moment of emotional honesty.

This scene starts with Rio’s car drawing up and Mick approaching Beth. It’s hilarious to me that Rio decided to wait in the car instead of dealing with her drama (petty AF) but also really emphasises the fact that Rio’s doing his best not to give Beth an inch. He’s trying to maintain the faux gulf that has developed between them. He’s also failing because, let’s be honest, Rio didn’t have to come at all; he could have sent Mick or one of his guys just like he did in the last episode but he didn’t and there are potentially a few reasons for this:

1. It’s possible that Rio anticipated that there might be problems and that he would have to step in to handle it because...well, Beth is his problem to deal with. His rotten egg. Not Mick’s.

2. He definitely knew that Beth would be feeling the weight of Lucy’s death on her shoulders, which I’ll discuss later in this section.

3. Maybe he just wanted to see her, even if he didn’t want to / couldn’t justify speaking with her. There’s something so tragic about the fact that, even if the drop had gone smoothly, Rio would have sat in his car and just taken her in because he can’t help himself.

Also, side note here, but I honestly love that Rio was watching from his car as Beth mouthed off to Mick. It’s so funny!

It was only upon rewatching the episode that I realised it’s actually raining in this scene. When Rio approaches Beth to sit down, at the picnic bench and under the tree, they are both protected from the rain and it kind of makes it seem as though they exist in their own personal bubble, even though Mick is stanidng less than a few feet away from them. Rio clearly brought Mick in an attempt to exert a level of control over his interaction with Beth and also to non-verbally remind her, and himself, that this is just business.

I’d also like to take a minute to discuss the significance of the setting, which is a picnic bench that is not Beth’s backyard but in a separate, meaningless location.

This is the last time Beth and Rio were at a picnic bench:

Compared to this:

God, these two messes are such a mess.

The difference between the two scenes is so stark, including the obvious differences in lighting and their comfort levels with one another. Not to mention the fact that in the image from 2x08, Rio sits on the tabletop in a higher position (which makes sense because Rio retained much of the power throughout season 2, even after Beth took the pills and strong-armed him into a 50/50 deal) but they look at each other directly, unafraid, comfortable and happy. In this scene, Beth and Rio sit on more equal footing but look away from one another in opposite directions, sobered, worn and quiet.

It really highlights the fact that, in season 2, the distance between these two was being abolished but now they’re back to trying to hold one another at arm’s length. It’s clear that they’ve been through too much at each other’s hands.

When Rio sits down, there is a long, weighted silence. Rio adjusts himself on the bench and stares at his lap and waits. This is so important. When Beth eventually breaks the silence by saying (about Lucy) “She was a good person” and sniffling quietly, Rio seems completely unsurprised. He knew she was going to bring up Lucy and her death. He knew and he still let her take the lead. He repeatedly says in this scene that it’s just business and yet his actons suggest otherwise. Why sit next to her, why let her bring up Lucy when you knew she was going to? And perhaps more importantly, why not immediately discuss business? He responds by saying “she seemed like a really sweet girl”. Even though he views ordering Mick to shoot Lucy as business, he doesn’t invalidate how Beth feels about it. In fact, he’s almost gentle with her. He’s been gentle with her in this season but always as a manipulation tactic, always to make her more fearful. But in this scene, he’s honestly gentle and patient with her.

He knows she’s crying in this scene. Her voice breaks, she sniffles, she wipes at her face and he can’t look at her. I think, despite everything, Rio struggles and doesn’t know what to do when Beth is in pain.

In fact, he doesn’t look at her at all until he says “I got my own debts to pay aight” and then “Oh, you still think you get a say in this huh? Nah, see that ship sailed when you put three slugs in me”. It’s so clear that, in this scene, Rio has to summon enough anger to be able to look at the tear tracks on Beth’s face. This is followed by Rio saying “You, me, we” while still looking at her but then his eyes deviate downwards before he says “It’s just business” because it’s dishonest. It’s such a callback to the scene in Rio’s car in 2x12. This statement also seems pretty out of place in this scene, almost as though Rio’s been thinking too long and hard about it and had to say it in order to convince himself.

Beth seems genuinely hurt (I need to write a separate post all about this) and her eyes flicker over to Mick, absorbing Rio’s non-verbal reminder of their relationship being a business one. She then looks at Rio again and we have a shot of him looking away from her again, rocking his jaw and he almost seems angrier than when he was raising his voice, probably because he knows that he slipped again, despite everything he was saying.

When the sneak peek came out before the episode aired and Rio said, “so who’s the boyfriend?”, I was really confused. I was momentarily transported to fanfic land where Beth meets someone new and Rio is jealous haha. Seriously though, the word sounds so foreign coming out of Rio’s mouth, as the words boyfriend/girlfriend have never been thrown around in conversations between these two. It made me think, and probably made a lot of other people think, about how these two compare to a conventional romantic relationship.

The music is also incredibly weighted in this scene. Loving all the piano they’re using!

Moving on to their final scene in the episode, I love that Beth knows that Rio’s going to be his usual pissy self and want an invoive and then the way he scrutinises it. Omg, it was so cute.

Also excuse me sir but did you just compare your relationship with Beth to that of a boyfriend and a girlfriend? Again, the word boyfriend sounds so foreign and new coming out of Rio’s mouth. When Beth replied by saying, in a very feminine tone might I add, “he got over it”, I just about died. God, these two messes are using another couple’s relationship to address their own relationship. You bloody messes. I’m shaking my head. And the fact that Rio replies “they always do”, I am shaking my head again. Hahaha. Lol. Imagine these two ever being over each other. They really can’t be compared to other romantic relationships because they’re too stupid.

Also, Beth and Rio are dressed so similarly, all black, in their scenes together but particularly in this last scene.

I think that the way they are positioned is, again, so significant and obviously different to their first scene in the episode. In this final scene, Rio is once again positioned above Beth, standing while she is sitting. In the first scene, he sat down next to her, waited for her to speak and listened but he also lost control, even though Mick was there, and seemed to internally berate himself afterwards for it. Now, Mick is still there but Rio is taking extra precautions by avoiding even sitting down and keeping the interaction as short as possible.

They are also finally facing one another and Beth has regained the power and confidence she didn’t seem to have in the first scene, even thought she isn’t delivering the full amount of money. Like I said, I think she has processed and compartmentalised Lucy’s death and that possibly has something to do with it, as well as the fact that she probably feels powerful knowing that she’s deceiving Rio.

By having Beth and Rio face one another in this scene, while wearing such similar clothing, it really depicts them as two sides of the same coin, as almost but not quite mirror images of each other, as counterparts.

#nbc good girls #beth x rio #gg season 3 #annie marks #ruby hill #stan hill #ruby x stan #dean boland #au jus

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in honor of Content Day today, here’s a longer excerpt from NeonPnk!

(NeonPnk is set in a version of the world that has lived Underground for nearly 200 years, altering society and the rules of what is and isn’t acceptable. the excerpt is totally SFW but is set at a strip club, and does mention drugs in casual conversation as well)

Jo goes to work the next day. He maybe doesn’t need too, and Mick gives him a nasty look over it, but he does. The city is quiet, and it’s dark. The lights running through the ceiling are still on. A few buildings have generators going. But the thing about Neon City is that it doesn’t need power. Ventilators, sure, and they’re back up and running. Have to keep the radiation out of the city, you know, and the dust and all of that. The center of town is roped off, and half of it’s without power, and it’s still lit to the ceiling and back. It’s the people. The clothing. The Rats. The people. Glow-derms, bright and pretty. Hoop skirts, necklaces, flashing crop tops, fish net shirts crafted from glittering fungus spun fabrics. Club Color is busier than ever. With main business shut down and people looking to ease their nerves, the Black Light District is a hot space. Miss P meets Jo at the door, looking harried. She sweeps her hair out of her face, clutching the clipboard to her chest with one hand. “Please tell me you’re staying.” “Yep!” Jo pops the word, ducking in around her. “Just gotta get changed, Miss P. You know me. I love shaking my ass.” Miss P trails after him, into the back room. “Green didn’t show up for his shift. Yellow’s here, and so’s Indigo. Red and Ivory might show up, but I don’t know for sure. I know you pulled a double two weeks ago but - “ Jo tugs a packet out of the back of his cropped off shorts, jiggling the bright green and yellow pills. “No probs, Miss P. I’m good to go all night. You know I won’t leave you hanging.” The look of relief on Miss P’s face says that, no, she didn’t know that, but she’s really grateful to be learning it. And, really, Jo likes working. It’s like this. The thing about Jo is that he’s kind of a lot. He talks loud and fast, and he’s got that slurred sort of speech that only comes with being from the lowest caste of the Down Deep. He waves his hands around when he speaks and uses outdated terms like yo, and bingo bango, and that guy’s such a hotshot. He likes to sleep around, and get high, and generally work at Club Color as a whole. Especially now that Miss P’s there, sprucing up the place. Jo likes his work, basically. He’s good on the pole. He gives great lap dances. It’s fun. He gets paid decently enough to keep a place over his head and food on the table and drugs in his system. So it works. And it’s good. Right up until the moment it’s not. Because there’s always a moment where life goes: hey fuckers, guess who’s here to kick you in the teeth again? That’s right! Me! And that moment is when someone new walks into Club Color and Jo sidles up to them, stretching up onto the tips of his feet and still barely managing to throw an arm around his shoulders. “Yo, hotshot. Nice to finally have a cute face in here.” Soft curls. Silver streaked. That’s an unusual color. Silver in the hair. Silver under the eyes. Patches that run down the sides of his face, his neck, and vanish under his shirt. He holds his arms awkwardly out to the side like he isn’t sure what he should be doing with them. “Right. I’m looking for Tanner.” “Don’t know him,” says Jo, pressing a hand to the front of the guy’s shirt. It’s old and worn. He recognizes it from somewhere. “Why don’t you come get to know me, instead? Name’s Pink.” The guy’s face screws up. “Right. Pink. Yeah, I heard about you. Forgot about the work names and stuff. Okay, yeah, I’m looking for Green.” “He ain’t at work.” “What the fuck do you mean he’s not at work?” “I mean he ain’t here, buddy.” Jo pulls back, instantly less charmed by the guy. They get weird john’s sometimes. Less now that Miss P’s hired body guards, but still. Weird guys. Grabby. Handsie. Possessive. Everyone’s been there. Jo’s been there a couple of times. Mick stabbed a guy over it, once. So, yeah. Less charmed. But the guy doesn’t look pissed. He just shrugs Jo off, looking around the place like maybe he thinks Jo’s a liar. The guy asks, “really?” “Yeah,” says Jo. “Really. You gonna be weird, pal?” And then the guy looks distressed and confused. “Huh? Fuck you, asshole.” He goes to side step Jo. Jo steps in front of him. “Uh-uh. Maybe you should go find somewhere else to chill tonight.” “Fuck you,” says the guy. And Jo’s really getting ready to get in the guy’s face when Nate gets up from where he’s sitting over at the bar and goes, “Lance? What are you doing all the way out here?” Everything about the guy – Lance – goes a little softer. Just sort of sags with relief. He veers sharp to the bar, where Nate’s already gotten off and gone to meet him. Nate claps Lance on the shoulder, pulling him into what might be the most awkward hug Jo’s ever seen in his life. Rizzo asks, “you know the kid?” “Pretty sure that much is obvious,” says Nate, a little dryly. He pulls out of the hug but doesn’t completely let go of Lance. Asks, “what brought you out all this way? Thought you were sticking to the house for the time being.” Lance says, “yeah, I was. But Tanner didn’t come home last night.”

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thedirtpreferences · 5 years

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Preference #8 - Marriage Proposal

Vince: Everything was unmistakingly perfect. The sky that had originally been a beautiful blue, was now colored with brilliant variations of pink, purple, red, and orange. The sun in the sky that had once been yellow and bright, was now a deep and enriching red. The water that stretched on for miles and miles reflected the image of breathtaking sky, yet was still capable of holding its own point of beauty. You had always heard that a beach sunset was different than other sunsets; that they were more enchanting, more awe-inspiring. Frankly, you had heard wrong. This moment, this experience right now was somehow better than what you had heard. Furthermore, you didn’t think it could get much better. “This is beautiful.” you whispered, digging your toes in the white stand as you took a swig of your beer. “You know what’s even more beautiful?” Vince whispered in your ear as he tightened his arms that were wrapped around your chest. You were currently sitting in between your boyfriends legs, back pressed against the frontside of his body. The combination of the sunset and his arms wrapped around you was reason enough to believe that this was heaven on Earth. “You.” He kissed your ear gingerly, causing you to giggle and shake your head. “You’re cheesy.” You murmured in response, playfully knocking your head back to meet his gaze as you laid your head on his shoulder. “I’m serious. I’m trying to focus on the scenery and how fortunate I am that we are on this vacation together, but all I can think about is how lucky I am to be holding the most beautiful woman in the world in my arms.” Vince leaned down, skimming your nose against his as your eyes fell close. When you felt his lips press against yours, you couldn’t help but to smile into the kiss as you felt like the most fortunate girl in the world. You were in love with this man. From every follicle of hair on his head, to the footprints on his feet. Falling in love with him had been the easiest thing you had ever done, and with each passing day you found yourself falling even more in love with him. Breaking you out thought, Vince pulled away from you as he kept his forehead against your own, his breathing ragged. “Marry me, Y/N.” Vince breathed, causing your eyes to fly open as you sat back up, turning around to face him. “I beg your pardon?” You choked as Vince sat straight up to face you, his eyes burning with sincerity. “Marry me, Y/N. I am so in love with you, you have turned my world upside down for the better; you have made me the man that I want to be. Be my wife,” Digging into his pocket, Vince pulled out a box and flipped it open displaying a beautiful diamond ring. You were gobsmacked, astounded. In fact, it took you an entire second to fully react to what was happening. Once you did, however, you were bounding into Vince’s chest with all the force you could possibly muster. Luckily, Vince had anticipated this and had managed to shut the box close before the ring fell out in the sand. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” You cried as Vince flipped you over onto your back, climbing on top of you with the biggest smile you had ever seen. “Thank you,” Were his last words before his lips met yours, kissing you passionately.

Nikki: “Last box!” You shouted through your new, not-so-vacant house. For the past eight hours, you and Nikki had been moving your things into your brand new home. This was the first big investment you two had made together and where you were really nervous, things had never felt so right. Furthermore, even though this decision was very big and very serious, you knew that this was a step in the right direction; you could feel in your soul that Nikki was your forever person. “When you get done doing that, come help me out in the kitchen!” You heard Nikki shout, rolling your eyes in response. You were bewildered on what your boyfriend could possibly need as you were carrying the last box in your arms. You were hopeful that he wasn’t wanting to start any new renovations tonight due to the fact that you were utterly exhausted. Setting the box down in your new master bedroom, you cringed when you saw your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was chaotic, the bags under your eyes evident. Your clothes were baggy and covered in sweat. You appeared to be on your last leg and truthfully you looked it. If you didn’t love your boyfriend so much, you would have ditched him in a heartbeat to collapse on the bed behind you. Fighting the urge, however, you exited the room and began to make your way to the kitchen. “Nikki.” You gasped when you got there, shocked by the sight. The room was glowing, dozens of candles scattered around. There were two glasses of red wine sitting on the island in the heart of the kitchen, a bottle of wine placed behind it. Your boyfriend was wearing a black, silk button up that exposed his chest along with a pair of black slacks and shiny patent shoes. Needless to say, you were breathless from the sight. “What is all this?” You whispered, suddenly insecure about how you looked as Nikki walked towards you. “The rest of our lives,” He murmured, taking your hands in his when he approached you. “Today we moved in together, but that isn’t enough for me.” He shook his head, pausing a moment to gather himself. “From the moment I first laid eyes on you, you have been the center of my whole entire world. From the moment I wake up, you are on my mind. From the moment I go to bed you are still on my mind. You are the kindest, warmest, most compassionate person I have ever met. And since the very first time we toured this house, all I have been able to think about is the life we have in front of us and how I want to grow old and gray with you here.” Your heart was pounding at a worrisome speed when Nikk lowered himself onto one knee, holding your hand in his as his other hand reached into his pocket to pull out a black velvet box. “Will you do me the honor of growing old with me? Will you marry me, Y/N?” You were near the point of hysteria as the tears poured happily down your cheeks, a small ‘yes’ leaving your mouth as you nodded your head violently. Once Nikki slipped the ring onto your finger, he stood back up and kissed you more passionately than he ever had before knowing that you were his for the rest of eternity.

Mick: “I fucking love Christmas.” You murmured to Mick, unable to conceal the overall content you had for your current situation. You were currently at your childhood home, a fire in the fireplace crackling in front of you as you listened to old christmas vinyls on your record player. Your family had went to bed over an hour ago, leaving just you and Mick alone in the living room to spend some quality time together. Where you loved your family and grasped that Christmas was one of those holidays meant for family time, you were also appreciative for the alone time you were currently having with Mick. Furthermore, all you had ever wanted was to spend the holidays with your significant other. Not to mention, it was nice to be having a drink after a long day of festivities with the family. “I know.” Mick fought back the smile that creeped to his lips when you narrowed your eyes at him, taking a swig out of the wine bottle. “Don’t pretend that you don’t love Christmas, Mars.” You accused, pointing your index finger at him accusingly. “I don’t, but I do love seeing how happy it makes you.” Bringing the wine bottle to his own lips, you smiled at his answer as he tipped the wine bottle back taking a swig himself. It were the moments like these that made your heart swell with adoration; furthermore, even though Mick wasn’t always the most vocal with telling you how much he loved you, every once in awhile he would hit you with loving comments like right now. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but a large percentage of you knew he wouldn’t say things like that if he didn’t mean it. “Speaking of making me happy, it’s Christmas Eve which means we both get to open one present from one another.” Clapping your hands together, you stood from your spot on the floor, wobbling as you clobbered over to the Christmas tree. “Is that even a thing?” Mick asked incredulously, sitting up as anxiety began to dance across his face. “Have you been living under a rock all these years? Of course, it’s a thing! It’s a stinking tradition,” You smiled as he you handed him a small box, laughing at the discomfort that was very obviously displayed on his face. “What if I only bought you one thing?” Mick inquired, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Means I get to open it now,” you chirped unphased, encouraging him to give you the gift with ‘grabby’ hands. For a second, Mick paused holding your gaze hesitantly before standing up to face you. You had fully expected him to grab the gift from under the tree, which is why when he dropped to one knee in front of you, your eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. What was he doing? “I was going to do this tomorrow at dinner, y’know when your family was around to see. But I’m almost relieved that this is happening now; it’s better this way.” Reaching into his back pocket, Mick pulled out a velvet box staring up at you bashfully as he popped it open, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. You nearly collapsed from the shock. “Being here at your childhood home, surrounded by fundamental memories that have made you who you are today has made me realize how important it is for us to start building our own memories and life together. In fact, I can’t stop thinking about the traditions we will carry throughout the years and will eventually pass down to our own children. Y/N, you are the person I want to grow old with; the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. You have my undying love and affection, my heart has been yours from the moment we met. Will you marry me?” Your gasp caught in the back of your throat, obstructing the words that fought to come out; all you could do was nod feverishly and aggressively as you leaned down to kiss him with all the passion you could possibly muster. And Mick thought you loved Christmas before.

Tommy: Anything and everything that could possibly go wrong was happening and Tommy was in complete and total disbelief. He had been planning and prepping for this day for weeks, months. Moreover, he wanted to create a moment that the both of you would never forget. Little was he aware, however, that the night was going to me memorable for the wrong reasons. Furthermore, the night commenced with a five hour wait for the most prestigious restaurant in town. Tommy had been so concerned with the smaller details, he had completely forgot to make the reservations in the first place which resulted in the long wait. Even though Tommy had been insistent on waiting for the dinner, you had not. As a result, you both had ended up leaving and driving around for an hour before finally deciding on a run down diner just a block or two away from your home. You both had thought the night would get better once you got some food in you which is why you decided on a restaurant that was so basic, but it simply just got worse from that point on. When the waitress had brought out your drinks, she had lost balance and accidentally poured the tray of drinks all over the front of your brand new red dress. Even though you were understanding, you couldn’t hide the disappointment for the stained dress and the fact that you had to eat your dinner soggy and cold. But even then you were further disappointed as the food came out cold, and flavorless; even Tommy’s burger came out pink in the middle. It took over an hour to get your check, and once you got it, it was for the wrong table so it took an additional ten minutes to get the mixup straightened out. When you finally left, you both eagerly sprinted to the car to avoid the rain only to find out that the keys were locked inside the car and you were stuck outside. This led you to now: cold, wet, uncomfortable, standing under a park gazebo with Tommy in the midst of an outrageous thunderstorm, waiting for the police to come get the keys out of the car. “Well, this didn’t go as planned.” You joked playfully, laughing when Tommy met your gaze exhaling heavily as he shook his head. “You have no idea.” Tommy muttered as you sauntered towards him, shrugging your shoulders as you threw your hands up. “Hey, it could be worse. At least we’re together,” You smiled wrapping your arms around him, reaching on your tiptoes to kiss the tip of his chin sweetly. You always had a way of seeing the brighter side of things, and that was one of the many things Tommy loved about you: you always seemed to ground him. Even in a bad situation, you somehow were capable of seeing the brighter side of things. Suddenly the box in his pocket was becoming too heavy to ignore as he remembered that this was one of the many reasons why he wanted you to be his wife. Who really cared if it was a bad date? This decision was based long before this night.. “I wanted tonight to be perfect. I wanted to give you a beautiful restaurant with exceptional service, fantastic food, and a complimentary red wine to wash it all down with. I wanted to give you a romantic night you would never forget, a night that would make you feel as enriched as you make me feel every single day I wake up next to you. But I realize now, that none of that matters; all that matters is this, us.” Dropping to one knee, Tommy took your hand in his as he pulled the velvet box from his pocket. You couldn’t help but to suck in a heavy gasp at the sight. “I promise to love you even when things don’t work out, I promise to love you through the rain and the storms. I promise to make you the happiest person on Earth no matter what the circumstances are and to never stop loving you. Will you marry me, Y/N?” The word ‘YES’ left your mouth before you even had time to register what was happening, and suddenly the ring was being slid onto your inger.

#colson baker #daniel webber #douglas booth #iwan rheon #the dirt #mgk #the dirt blurbs #the dirt imagine #the dirt imagines #the dirt preferences #nikki sixx #tommy lee #mick mars #vince niel

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fallenandthefaithless · 6 years

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12x16 and hunting Claire here we come!

Dean really doesn’t like working for BMoL... oh no... its Mick...

“Some girl even came by saying she was from the Fish and Wildlife Service. Barely as old as Hayden, I mean, like I’m going to buy that.” pffft

I love the look between Dean and Sam at that line.

Sam: You remember what she looked like?

MOTHER: Yeah, blonde. Bad attitude.

Pffft.

DEAN: Young, blonde, pissed off. Sound like anybody we know?

Pffft

And there she is! Lying to Jody but clearly feeling bad about it. And then the phone rings. gee i wonder who that could be :D

Answers phone and then:

DEAN (in a terrible accent): Oh thank god. There’s a bear. It’s the size of a tank. I think it wants my picnic basket!

Her face when she realises it’s Dean is gold. Pure gold!

And then Mick brings out the beers and Claire’s like ‘yes finally’ until Dean ruins it by going into Dad Mode. I really want him to give Claire her first beer. Or at least give her one at some point cause Claire has probably drank by now

And now we get some more protective Dean:

CLAIRE: The guy I talked to was a scumbag. Tribal tat, motorcycle, grabby.

DEAN: Grabby?

CLAIRE: I’m a big girl. I handled it.

And now they’re worried about what she’s been eating (at least Sam was) and Dean hands her the menu and says go nuts. They’ve really grown attached to Claire and I think that what Sam said in 10x20 - about Claire being as good as family- really has gone beyond that. She IS family and they would both do anything for her.

She’s all dressed up to be a Hunter with them and is pointing out things and making connections - she’s learning so quickly :’)

Sam and Claire have gone off to work and when Sam sees the state of Claire’s car he becomes really worried and keeps asking if she’s good and if things are good which prompts Sam to call Jody.

Dean and Mick go to the bar. And then Connor walks in and Dean immediately notices the tattoo on his neck. Uh oh

They wrap up the interview and then Dean turns back:

DEAN: Oh, one more thing. Did you happen to meet a, ah, blonde girl the other night? About yea high. Feisty?

CONNOR: Yeah, said she was Hayden’s cousin. Crazy bitch threw a beer at me

DEAN: Ha, well from what I heard, you earned it

CONNOR: What, are you her dad? Dude, c’mon. Girls like that (laughs).

DEAN: Yeah. You ever touch her again I’ll break your face.

I love Dean

CLAIRE: I was kidding before but you really do look like a stalker.

I love how comfortable she is with them.

And now Sam brings up Jody but Sam didn’t tell Jody that Claire was lying. Claire vents a little about how she feels that Jody wants her to be more like Alex and Claire needs her space.

CLAIRE: I’m so sick of you guys dive-bombing my life, pretending that you care.

While Claire snaps and then walks off, I do think this does reveal some of her fears. She wants to be a good hunter so Sam and Dean and Jody don’t have to worry and because she’s kind of scared the boys only see her if she needs help - that they only care if she screwed stuff up and needs help on a case. This obviously isn’t true and I think its something she realises this episode.

I love the transition with the music here so f-ing much

Okay, can things stop biting Claire, I mean seriously?

And then Sam’s there and immediately pulls her into a hug. His face when he realises she’s been bitten... nooo

And then we cut to Dean mothering Claire and they both tell Mick to stay away from her.

CLAIRE: Maybe some people can control this but I can barely hold it together on a good day. So if there’s any chance that I could hurts Jody... or Alex. Or anyone. I’d rather die.

Claire breaks my heart.

CLAIRE: It’s my life. I get all the votes.

You tell him Claire. I get Dean just wants to protect Claire because he loves her so much but it scares him so much that there’s a chance he could lose her but she’s right. It’s her life.

Claire may not like herself much and not really trust that others truly care about her but they do love her so so much.

And even when she’s turning into a monster Claire is terrified of disappointing Jody

WEREWOLF: You’ll see. I’m a nice guy.

CLAIRE: Yeah? You know who says they’re a nice guy? Clingy, insecure bitches with mummy issues.

I love her so much. Even in her condition she refuses to back down.

WEREWOLF: As soon as I saw you I knew you were just like me. Alone.

CLAIRE (spits heart out in his face): Wrong. I have a family. And they love me.

I’m so proud of her - she’s come so far.

I also love how Dean double checks that this was what she wanted and despite his own feelings on the matter he still does it because it’s Claire’s life at the end of the day.

Not that that means he can sit there and watch her in pain.

This links Claire to Alex even more- they both have been cured from being monsters.

Oh God no their faces when they think she’s dead.

But she wakes up!

MICK: That girl is a walking miracle.

Damn right she is!

CLAIRE: Look. What I said before - you guys are here when I need you. That’s all that matters.

...

DEAN: Whatever you decide, we’ve got your back

And she knows that this is true and can trust in this. Claire still has her boatload of trauma and trust issues but she’s learning, slowly, that there are people she can lean on. People she can trust and believe that they want her exactly how she is. And trust that she can reveal just how strongly she feels about them without it backfiring.

CLAIRE: Hey, it’s me, Claire. Okay, um. Here it goes. I’ve been hunting. Alone. And I know its not what you want to hear and i know it sounds scary. It scares me too, sometimes but... it’s something that I have to do on my own. Just for a little while. But I’m ready. And i never would’ve been ready if it wasn’t for you being my mother. Well, I better go. Tell Alex she better not touch my stuff... I love you guys.

... cue my heart breaking...

*wild child plays*

Fitting song to end the night. Claire has come such a long way and I can’t wait to see where Wayward Sisters takes her. I really hope we see her building stronger bonds with Jody and Alex, and clearly she gets along well with Donna (how could you not after all) and I want to see how she’s going to balance hunting with her family because as a lead of a show set in Sioux Falls, something tells me her time hunting alone and on the road may be coming to an end.

Tomorrows the last day of rewatches before the big one! We’re getting so close! I still can’t quite believe this is real!

#spn 12x16 #wayward sisters #wayward week #claire novak

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glimmerkeith · 7 years

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If you are looking for prompts how about, “you rescued me from the creepy person that was hitting on me in the bar” au with mick/Keith?? 😊💕

ahh, here you go

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The very reason why he didn’t drink much was staring Mickright in the face now—only a couple (yes? at last count) martinis down, andthings were already starting to look a little blurry. The dance floor at theclub was already enough of a colorful whirl, thumping bass music pounding overthe speakers, and it was going to play hell with his head if he stayed outthere for much longer.

Which was exactly why he had excused himself from the verytouchy-feely dance partner who he’d accosted out there—one of those big,tattooed, muscle-y types. Not really his type,but he had to experiment every now and again. One too many unsolicited grabsfor the arse though, combined with the splitting headache coming on and sourtaste in his mouth, meant that Mick excused himself before things got too heated out there.

He had no idea where the hell any of his friends were, butlikely still out there, as he threw himself down on a bar stool and buried hisfingers in his hair for a moment. God, whatever had been in those drinks wassomething awful instead, he never should have let David talk him into it. Butif any of them came back around, he could hardly let onto this fact—someone hadto keep up with the rest while making it look easy.

“Looking for another drink?”

The sound of a low voice right next to him made Mick’sscrewed-up eyes pop open, and he lifted his head up only to see the TattooedWonder from earlier leaning on the bar next to him, a distinct kind of grin onhis face. Well, it seemed as if some people didn’t know how to take a casualdance floor rejection.

Elbow leaning on the bar, Mick propped his head up againsthis fist. “Just the opposite, actually. I don’t do hangovers very well.”

“Really? Bet there isn’t much you can say that about.”

The sound that left Mick then was half a scoff, half alaugh. “Seriously? Bet you use that one on everyone.”

“Not everyone,” The bloke insisted, and scooted even closer—itwas fairly packed even here along the bar with people crowded on either side,and even if Mick wanted to lean back more himself, it wouldn’t have been easy. Nordid he want to give the impression that he was thrown in any way…butuninterested? Certainly.

“Well, maybe you couldtry using it on someone else right now.”

He wasn’t in the mood for it, not from a pushy person likethis—watching that cocky smirk sidle off the Tattooed Wonder’s face was fairlyworth it, until he moved an arm up to the bar counter, a subtle but distinctway of almost locking Mick in place. “C’mon, don’t be like that now—“

Mick really was leaning away now, as far away from thebooze-soaked breath and that stupid leer as he could possibly get withoutfalling from the stool. “I think I’ve made it pretty damn clear—”

“The eyes were saying something else, baby, believe me.”

“Well, the mouth is saying fuck off.”

The guy looked like he might haul off and hit him instead,but quite suddenly there was another body squeezing in beside them, and loopingone arm around Mick in a casual embrace.

“There you are,love, I had no idea where you’d gotten off to—”

The first instinct was to push the new person off andwriggle away, Mick looking over in complete shock at this new person with darkhair and a jawline that could cut glass. But he wasn’t glancing back at him,instead, a rather steely glare was fixed on the other guy. Ever so carefully,the newcomer pinched Mick’s arm, and it took him all of two seconds to realizehe was being presented with an out here.

“Y-yeah…lost sight of you, is all,” Mick responded, lettinghis body more naturally lean into his, like an old friend instead of someone whoseidentity he had no clue of. The leather of his jacket was smooth under hischeek, the distinct smoky smell of cigarettes in the air.

“He’s with you?” Tattooed Wonder grunted in a plainly disgruntledtone, and the new guy nodded.

“You’re damn right. Now get the fuck out of here.”

He looked like he wanted to argue more, but clearly decidedit wasn’t worth the trouble—with one last sour look, he turned and slunk offback to the dance floor, leaving the newcomer to sink into his empty bar stoolwhen he was well out of sight. “Jesus…I’m sorry about that.”

The space next to Mick suddenly very empty, but like hecould breathe again too. “Sorry? You sort of saved my arse there…I ought tothank you.”

“Yeah, well…saw you across the bar looking like you wantedthe hell out of there.”

A small smirk despite himself. “You were looking over here?”

He raised a slim eyebrow. “Maybe a bit, yeah.”

The notion wasn’t an unwelcome one—he had intense eyes,that was for damn sure. And wasn’t exactly hard on Mick’s. If he still didn’tfeel like shit, he might have stayed and chatted a little more, but his headjust hurt too damn much. “Well…thank you, then. I’d better find my mates andclear out of here before anyone else gets grabby again.” Hardly a good excuse,but he wasn’t about to admit he was a complete and total lightweight.

“You do that.” But said with a hint of a smile—something almostwarm.

Mick slid off the bar stool, ready to disappear back intothe crowd—before he paused in his tracks. “I’m Mick, by the way.”

“Keith.”

Another pause. He nodded. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Maybe you will.” Ihope that you will. He didn’t say it aloud, but even with his fuzzy vision,Mick thought he could see it on his face.

It was what he held onto the following morning, lying on thecouch and nursing a spectacular hangover indeed. And yet a part of him (a bigpart), felt like perhaps it had been worth it.

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Rare Pair Swap: Kendra/Len fic

Fic: Live Long and Prosper (Ao3 link) Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Kendra Saunders/Leonard Snart; background Mick Rory/Ray Palmer

Summary: Kendra wasn't expecting Leonard Snart to be a sympathetic ear.

Or - and this is more surprising - a fandom nerd.

(she's always had a bit of a thing for nerds...)

A/N: for @terrayoung for @dccwrarepairswap, for the prompt "Kendra/Leonard; they discover they're the only ones on the Waverider that like something and bond over it". I hope you enjoy it!

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“Okay,” Snart says, walking into Kendra’s room with two cups and a thermos. “Let’s talk about it.”

Kendra blinks owlishly at him from where she’s sitting on the bed. “Uh,” she says. “I don’t really feel like drinking…”

Snart snags her one chair with a foot and yanks it forward, sitting down and totally ignoring her. He pours out the contents of the thermos, which are –

“Is that hot chocolate?”

“With mini marshmallows,” he confirms.

Kendra makes grabby-hands, even though she knows it’s childish. Mercifully, Snart doesn’t comment.

He hands her the cup.

“So let’s talk about it,” he says.

“About Aldus?” she asks. “I don’t want to.”

“Trust me, neither do I,” Snart says. “But I figure it’s me or that guy who keeps butting into your personal space, and between the two, I figure you’d be better with a stranger.”

“Carter isn’t…” Kendra’s voice trails off.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Snart replies. “Trust me, my little sis has dated enough assholes – or, more to the point, my sister has broken up with enough assholes - for me to know one when I see one. Why’re you still with ol’ CH?”

“We’re soulmates.”

“Not a good reason. Next?”

“Uh,” Kendra says. “We…apparently had a child together in a past life?”

Snart quirks an eyebrow at her. “That’s just a fancy way of saying soulmates again,” he says. “A concept, FYI, that I don’t believe in.”

“We literally reincarnate and fall in love in every lifetime,” she points out. “That seems like pretty good evidence.”

“No,” Snart says, “it seems like pretty good evidence that you were both hit with the same magic bullet and then consistently bond over the same shitty circumstances. Or are you saying that Savage is also your soulmate?”

Kendra shudders.

Snart smirks triumphantly.

Just to be contrary, Kendra says, “I mean. I guess he could be.”

Snart raises his eyebrows. “Oh, you wanna play, huh? Fine. Unlike you and CH, Savage has a magic sense for tracking the two of you down and he’s apparently been in love with you, continuously, for thousands of years. According to CH, you guys just bump into each other, coincidence-like, unless Savage gets you first, which means out of the three of you, Savage is the most likely to track you down. That seems pretty damn soulmate-like, if you take a certain stalking-like approach to soulmates.”

“Oh god,” Kendra says, making a face. “No. Stalking is not love. I volunteered at a domestic violence clinic. No. All the no.”

“So you’re clearly not soulmates with the other guy you meet every lifetime,” Snart says. “So why are you with CH?”

“His name is Carter,” Kendra points out, eliding the question.

“His last name is Hall,” Snart shoots back, unruffled. “And so CH is appropriate. Why’re you dodging?”

Kendra sighs. “I broke up with a really nice guy to go with Carter because I couldn’t give up on the whole soulmate idea, and now I feel like…I don’t know.”

“You put your eggs in this basket, so now you have to lie in it?”

“I’m entirely sure that isn’t the way that saying goes,” Kendra says. “But yeah.”

“That’s crap,” Snart notes.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “It is. But every time I think about breaking up with him, he keeps going on about how I haven’t remembered my past lives enough yet, and how we’ve gotten together two hundred and eight times before –”

“I know people who break up and get back together more than that in a year,” Snart says dismissively. “Has it occurred to you that he’s done it before?”

“What, Savage?”

“No, CH,” Snart says. “Soulmates is a hell of a convincing argument, and it seems like he gets his memories faster than you do. So maybe in your past lives, he’s done the same show up and sweet-talk shtick.”

“…possible,” Kendra says, then sighs. “But you’re telling me I fell for it every time?”

“Why not?”

Kendra rolls her eyes.

“Even if you are soulmates, it doesn’t give him the right to be a dick,” Snart says. It sounds like it pains him to talk about feelings.

Kendra narrows her eyes at him, belatedly suspicious. “Why are you being nice?”

“Mick made me,” Snart says immediately.

“And why did Mick make you?”

Snart rolls his eyes. “He gets weird ideas.”

“Like what?”

“He thinks we’d get along,” Snart says. “I apparently 'need more friends'.”

Kendra’s eyebrows go up.

“He’s known me since I was fourteen and four foot six,” Snart says. “He gets to do that sort of thing.”

“Heh. I bet you were a shrimp.”

“Says the woman with wings.”

“Wings I don’t know what to do with. Why does Mick think we’d get along?”

Snart sighs, all put-upon.

“Well?”

“You have a Slytherin scarf,” he begrudgingly confesses. “Do you know how hard it is to find someone involved in this superhero stuff that likes Harry Potter and who isn’t named Cisco Ramon?”

Kendra starts laughing. “No, you’re right,” she says, giggling. “Cisco – he’s actually the guy I dated before Carter – he said he initially got interested in me because I had my Enterprise earrings on one day.”

“Star Trek too, huh? Best captain?”

“Picard, but TOS is a better series.”

Snart nods approvingly. “Nice. Though I always had a soft spot for DS9, myself…”

“You’re a nerd,” Kendra says, understanding striking like lightning. “You’re a total nerd.”

"Tell anyone and I'll deny it," Snart says, but he's smiling, just a bit.

Kendra scoots closer. "Tell me what other series you like."

"Well -"

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"That had better be alcoholic," Kendra says darkly, her knees pulled up to her chest.

Snart, who's just come in with another thermos, doesn't bat an eyelash. "Hot cocoa," he says. "But yes, it's Irish."

"I wanted to dump him, not for him to die," Kendra replies bitterly.

"And now you feel like you shouldn't have been ready to dump him."

Kendra sighs.

"Your 'But I love him!' wasn't subtle," Snart says. "Smacked of guilt, actually."

Kendra buries her head in her hands. "What if that was it?" she mutters. "What if he was my soulmate, and there's never going to be another chance to -"

"Actually," Snart drawls, cutting through her escalating self-pity. "That's not something you should worry about."

Kendra looks up at him with a frown.

"First off, that's the refrain of everyone who's been broken up with, ever," Snart says. “You must know that.”

"Yes, but -"

"Second, you’ve got less grounds for it than most."

"I'd think I have more grounds, " Kendra says, unable to keep from being drawn into the debate even though she knows Snart is doing it to distract her from her entirely justified angsty fest of self-pity. "Jointly reincarnating hawk-people is such a small pool of potential matches, you know?"

"Ah, but that's precisely the reason you don't," Snart says triumphantly.

Kendra crosses her arms and arches her eyebrows.

"Said it yourself; he reincarnates. We have a time ship. We can jump along to the next time he's at the age you find most attractive - mid-twenties, early thirties, maybe older if you like 'em that way, whatever - and pick him up then."

Kendra's surprised into a snort of laughter. "That's terrible," she says. "I can't just pick a designer version of him!"

"Why not?"

"I just can't, it would be weird!"

"That sounds like a you problem."

"Oh, man," Kendra says, starting to laugh in earnest. "Just imagine if we stopped everywhere along the timeline and picked up another set of Carter and me. We could be like Attack of the Clones."

"Now that would be weird," Snart says, wrinkling his nose, but there's a grin tugging at his lips.

"That," Kendra says with great dignity, barely suppressing her laughter long enough to do it, "sounds like a you problem."

Snart gives in and smiles. "Imagine that," he says. "If we did that, you could dogpile Savage. One of you is bound to get in a hit. Eventually."

"Now I'm stuck wondering why the rest of you are here," Kendra says. "I'm clearly the MVP of this team. Magic Savage-killing fingers and all."

"I'm not sure if you've noticed," Snart says dryly, "but Rip Hunter isn't the most competent of planners. More of a Han Solo than a Leia Organa."

"Nah," Kendra says. "Not even. At least Han Solo had luck."

"Maybe even the Force," Snart agrees.

"Oh, you've seen that theory, too?" she asks, beaming when he nods. "What do you think? Han Solo, accidental Force user - yes or no?"

"I'm of two minds. On one hand, it'd explain away the lazy filmmaking and add a lot more context - you know the EU at all?"

"Certainly."

"On the other hand, that inadvertently implies that virtually everyone useful in that universe has to have the Force to be competent -"

"Well, if you take the Force the way it's described in the original trilogy -"

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Ray Palmer was flirting.

So was Jax, but Kendra's not going to lie - even if he was the only one trying his hand, Jax is way too young for her. She does, as Snart joked, like them older. Even Carter had been at least thirty four. Well, he'd said he was, though she suspected he was maybe a little older.

Not that it would've been a big problem for her if he was. It was just another example of him deciding for her that she'd have a problem with it, and acting in line with what he thought she wanted rather than what she actually wanted.

But she's not thinking of Carter now.

No, she's thinking of Ray.

Sweet, charming, nerdy Ray, who is totally her type. Sure, he's in his early forties - like Snart, a traitorous voice inside her head whispers - but she likes them around that age, when they'd either gotten over the worst of their personality traits or let them sink in.

Either way, they were a lot more 'take me as I am', which Kendra appreciates.

So she flirts back with Ray, just enough to see Jax withdraw from the field and give a small sigh of relief. She didn't want to have to talk to him directly about it; she wasn't a fan of confrontation.

Of course, she's on a mission to kill a super-stalker psychopath that only she can kill, so clearly Kendra is going to have to get over her distaste for confrontation any time now.

She brings that up in one of her late-night cocoa talks with Snart and they end up discussing the psychology of the reluctant heroes for three hours.

(As a real life supervillain, Snart has an interesting perspective on the subject, to say the least.)

Still, Ray’s nice. Nerdy, the way she likes it.

She kisses him once or twice after a mission.

When they're stranded together in the 1950s, Sara gives up on rescue almost immediately. Kendra inspects the area instead, because while she might doubt the crew, she knows that Snart would never leave her stranded.

Or Hunter, because he needs her to kill Savage.

Which is what she should have thought of first, damnit.

This crush is getting entirely out of hand.

"I found marks on the ground," she reports to a bickering Ray and Sara. Ray was objecting to Sara's means of getting them a car (illegally) which Kendra thought was a bit naïve of him. Cute, but naïve.

"So?" Sara asks.

"Two sets of marks," Kendra clarifies. "I think Kronos attacked again."

“So maybe the reason they ditched us here is because they’re dead,” Sara says. “Great.”

“You give up way too easy,” Kendra tells her.

Sara crosses her arms. It’s more of a teenager’s pout than a mature woman’s reaction, but whatever, Kendra’s not going to comment.

“At least this gets us time for you to teach me how to kill Savage,” Kendra points out. “And we have a basic idea of where he was, so we could try to track him down again and finish the mission without the rest of the Waverider –” Rip, mostly. “- interfering.”

Sara’s intrigued. Not much, unfortunately; she's prone to hopelessness and dramatic gestures, which tend not to work well with practical planning.

Ray, annoyingly enough, is slightly disappointed by Kendra’s suggestion that they all find a house together to wait for help. He spends most of his time working on a device to summon the Waverider, yes, but he also wants to play house with Kendra. He doesn’t seem to realize how awkward doing that makes things for Sara.

“Baby,” Kendra says. “You can’t get me lilies. Sara hates lilies.”

“I thought you’d like them…?”

“Ray. Sara lives in our house. I know you were trying to do something nice for me, but you have to think about the fact that we have three people in the house.”

Sara was currently masquerading as Ray’s unmarried younger sister for propriety purposes.

“I kind of wish we were a decade or so forward,” Ray says wistfully. “We could catch the first screening of Star Wars.”

Kendra thinks about how they’re eight years away from the first showing of Star Trek, six from the first Man From Uncle, and winces. “Agreed,” she says. “Who’s your favorite character?”

He grins at her, clearly trying for a bit of a swagger. “I was always a Han Solo guy, myself.”

Kendra can’t help but smile. “What’s your view on whether he has the Force?”

Ray blinks, losing the swagger. “Why would he have the Force?”

“Because he’s so lucky.”

“The movie doesn’t say he has the Force.”

“Yes,” Kendra says patiently. It’s not like she didn’t know he wasn’t familiar with the Star Wars Extended Universe. “But do you think he could have it without knowing about it?”

Ray shrugs. “I don’t know,” he says. “The movie doesn’t say he has it. Luke has it. And Leia.”

"Yes, but imagine -"

"I don't know," Ray says skeptically. "Over-analyzing movies seems to ruin the magic, don't you think?"

Kendra sighs. "I like discussing alternative possibilities," she says gently.

"We can do that," Ray chirps. "Say, do you think those monster movies - Attack of the Killer Tomato and stuff - are out yet?"

"Not quite what I meant, Ray..."

She eventually managed to get some discussion out of him, but by and large Ray prided himself more on knowing every detail of a movie - the lines, the scenes, all of that - than in discussing it further.

He also gets a job teaching in university, while Kendra is obligated to pick between garden nursery supervisor, librarian, and kindergarten teacher. And even those positions weren't exactly that easy to find, even with fudged records - being a black woman in the 1950s when you’re accustomed to the post-third-wave feminism and nuanced racial understanding (however flawed) of the 2010s is the worst.

Maybe she could get a job copy-editing in NASA and get a famous actress to play her in Hidden Figures; that’s getting started around this time, right? Ray would like working in NASA. Even Sara would think it was cool.

"Maybe I should leave," Sara says a few days later.

"You leave and by God I will hunt you down," Kendra says through gritted teeth.

Sara pauses. "You don’t want to be left in happy coupledom with Ray?"

"It's the 1950s," Kendra says flatly. "I'm a woman, and I'm black. Ray has a group of friends - I use the term lightly - that pat him on the back for being so progressive for marrying me, because I'm apparently, quote, 'really hot for a colored woman', end quote, and he feels like he now understands racism because someone said something mean to him about us being 'married' once. Once."

"...ouch."

"At least he likes movies," Kendra says with a sigh. "Replays of Universal Pictures’ monster movie series are my rock in these hard times."

"Have you talked to Ray about this?"

"A few times," Kendra says. "Not as much as I should; I'm not really great with confrontation, y’know? I made it very clear that we're not actually married, though. I'm pretty sure we're not even dating anymore."

"That seems like something you should be clear on," Sara says.

"I wish Snart were here," Kendra says unthinkingly - she's thought it so many times, it's almost not shocking to say, and she doesn't realize she's said it aloud until Sara blinks at her.

"Snart?" Sara asks, wrinkling her nose. "Ugh. Why him?"

Kendra's mind jumps straight to the way his eyes light up, soft and fond and passionate, when they're talking about the shows and movies they like. How he never raises his voice, no matter how intensely they argue, and how she learned more about self-control from him than a hundred of Sara's lessons in fighting. She thinks of his smile, hard to win but worth it, the stories he shares about Mick that make the gruff arsonist come off as practically cuddly, the fluid way he moves his hands, his cleverness, his face -

"Uh," Kendra says. "Well, he's a thief. We'd probably be living in a New York City penthouse or an island in the Caribbean by now."

Sara cracks a grin. "Oh, man. Unleashing Leonard Snart on the '50s would just be mean. To the timeline."

"But oh so much fun for us."

"We could be Hollywood starlets even now, with our deep pocketed producer forcing directors to cast us."

Kendra starts laughing, just imagining what films Leonard would force people to cast and direct.

Sara's not sure why Kendra finds it so funny, and Kendra can't really explain.

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Despite their conversation, though, Sara does pack up and leave. She doesn’t give them a destination.

Ray is sad for her to leave, but Sara's not gone two days before he proposes they start having a weekly date night.

"As friends," Kendra says firmly.

Ray pouts. "Is this because you're waiting for Carter?" he asks.

"No," Kendra says. "It's because we're friends. And I've never lost faith in our other friends coming and picking us up, okay?"

"What does that have to do with whether or not we have a relationship?" Ray asks, honestly puzzled. "Is there something I can do -"

"Ray," Kendra says, putting her hands on his shoulders. "We're two cords with only partially compatible plugs. You deserve a wholly compatible plug."

"That makes absolutely no sense mechanically," Ray says. "But - I think I understand."

He's brave and tragic about it for a few weeks - apparently there is something worse than being Ray's 'hot colored wife', and it's being Ray's 'hot colored bitch of a wife that dumped him' - but true to form, he gets over it and they can finally start being friends.

"You propose actual marriage to me and I kill you," Kendra says sweetly.

"Maybe I just like looking at rings," Ray replies, grinning.

"Kill. You."

"Speaking of which, you haven't, uh, stretched your wings recently. Want to go to the Grand Canyon? We've saved up some."

"Hell yes," Kendra says. Removing the romantic filter Ray had been using - where everything was happy and wonderful and nourished by their mutual romantic joy, and nothing could ever be bad - was apparently necessary for him to start noticing things about other people. Like depression and misery.

Kendra's wings had definitely not been getting enough use.

"We should have a Halloween party," Kendra says. “I’ll go as Chay-ara, the Hawk Goddess. I'll get a cheap knock-off Cleopatra dress for it.”

"We totally should," Ray replies. “Can I be a mummy?”

Friends with Ray Palmer.

Who'd have thought.

Still, when the Waverider shows up, Kendra leaps in. "Jeans!" she crows. "Well-fitting jeans that don't cost a million bucks! A washing machine that actually works! Proper coffee! Ray, the Internet is back!"

"Movies," Ray says blissfully. "All the glorious movies."

"Where's Snart?" Kendra asks. "I've got, like, a ton of original edition Masters of Science Fiction books signed that I want to show him. Asimov, Bester, the works."

Rip looks awkward.

That's when she finds out Snart was kidnapped by Kronos.

But, luckily, their two years in the 50s had only been twelve hours for the rest of them, so there was still hope of rescuing him.

Or, as Kendra learns in Nanda Parbat, of him rescuing himself and them.

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"Why'd you try to set us up in the first place?" Kendra asks Mick, sitting in the cell.

"What?"

"Snart said you'd forced him to come talk to me because you said we'd get along."

Mick stares at her. "Not exactly the question I thought you'd go with, birdie."

"Well, I figure everyone else has covered the 'what happened, why did you, why not stop' parts," Kendra says. "Also I lived with Ray Palmer for two years because of you. I figure trying a page from his book of the cheerfully, charmingly self-obsessed wouldn't hurt."

Mick snorts despite himself.

"So," Kendra says. "Snart, me. What was your goal?"

"You dating Palmer now?" Mick asks instead.

"I would kill him if he tried," Kendra says. "We're just friends."

"You use the phrase 'kill' a lot more freely now," Mick observes.

"You know what's good for murderous rage?" Kendra says. "Living in the 1950s and not being able to advocate for change too quickly, that’s what. Do you know how excited I was when Mary Tyler Moore started to make pants a thing? It was sad."

Mick is having some trouble keeping his face straight.

"You couldn't have even ditched us somewhere good," Kendra continues dramatically. "Mick. Mick. I didn't even have Star Trek. It was still six years away when I left. It wasn't even a twinkle in Gene Roddenberry's eye."

Mick is having a lot of trouble keeping his face straight. It’s not very Kronos-like at all.

Len was totally right about Mick having a great sense of humor.

“I didn’t even have Man from UNCLE,” Kendra says, throwing her hands up and pretending to swoon. “And I even missed all the good 50s movies! We got there too late for Singing in the Rain or Forbidden Planet or even The Day the Earth Stood Still. You know what I had? I had Ben-Hur. Ben-Hur.”

“Pretty sure North by Northwest came out around that time,” Mick says diplomatically.

“Ray and I literally threw a party when Some Like it Hot came out,” Kendra says flatly. “An actual honest-to-god party. We had canapés.”

Mick has to put his hand on his mouth.

“Ray wore a dress,” she adds. “My dress, actually. I was angry for days; he stretched it all out.”

Mick finally cracks and starts laughing.

Kendra smirks.

“That’s why,” he says, wiping his eyes.

“That’s why, what?”

“You and Snart. You’re both drama queens,” Mick says. “Figured you’d get along.”

“I mean, we do,” Kendra says. “We’re friends.”

Mick sighs. “Maybe it’s the time I spent travelling through time for the Time Masters,” he says, “but I just don’t have the patience for this. Do you, or do you not, want to bang Snart like a porch door in a hurricane? Possibly while discussing dumbass sci-fi television shows?”

“They’re not dumb,” Kendra protests immediately, then flushes bright red.

“Knew it,” Mick crows. “He does too. Go forth and get it on.”

“You don’t even like us right now!” Kendra yelps. “Stop trying to hook us up!”

“At this point, I’ll take the win.”

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“Tell me,” Kendra says, curled up in Len’s arms. He preferred Len to Snart in private, apparently. “Do you two always solve your problems by beating each other up?”

“Mostly,” Len says, shifting a little so she won’t rest on his bruises. “It’s a bad habit that I think we’re starting to get too old for.”

“You think?”

“Hey, it’s worked for us so far.”

“Do you also regularly try to set each other up on dates while attempting to murder each other?”

“Mick said he didn’t kill me for two reasons,” Len says. “One, he’s confused and angry and doesn’t know what to do now that the Time Masters don’t have their boot at his throat, with whatever the hell they did to his mind.” She can hear the anger in Len’s voice, and only part of it is still aimed at himself. “Two, he said killing me before we got together would defeat the whole point of doing it.”

“He has a point,” Kendra agrees. “I like you alive.”

“Did you really give him photos of Palmer in a dress?”

“Yeah, we had a Canonflex SLR. Top of the line for the 1950s.”

“He’s still sniggering about it,” Len says. He sounds slightly bemused by it all.

“Good,” Kendra says. Mick and Ray were getting along surprisingly well; Len had been sneakily drawing on all of her parent-trap fic tropes to try to encourage it for the last week straight. “Now, please, for the love of god, let’s talk about something fandom that isn’t from the 1950s.”

Len grins – an actual grin, crooked and teeth showing, not his usual smirk. “Well,” he drawls. “If you ask so nicely…”

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“I keep getting flashbacks to my past lives with Carter,” Kendra tells Len, because open disclosure is important in a relationship.

Or so Len says, anyway.

(Honestly, at this point, Kendra would feel bad not disclosing important details after Len’s excruciatingly painful list of “why you shouldn’t date me I’m an awful person with a terrible backstory”.)

Len blinks. “Okay,” he says. “It come with an emotional contingent that makes you want to get back together with him?”

“Yes,” Kendra says. “And it’s annoying, because I remember how much of an ass he was to me. But little Miss Me from the 1940s thought that was him being dashing.”

“Ah, feminism.”

“Past me had such low standards,” Kendra grouses. “So. Many. Times. You were right, by and by, about him always getting his memories back first. Did I tell you about the time he bought me?”

“He what?”

“Pre American Civil War, if you get my gist.”

Len makes a horrified face.

“Yeah, the whole ‘master frees you and marries you’ thing is even less romantic when you’re living it. I’m pretty sure the whole community thought Savage killing us was justified.”

“Awkward.”

“No kidding. Anyway. Just an FYI.”

“I’ll be sure not to hold it against you if you start shouting his name in bed,” Len says solemnly. “Say, which name will it be? Carter? Joe? Khufu? Bob? I’d like to think he was a Bob, once. Maybe a Dick.”

Kendra starts giggling. “Maybe I’ll switch it up each time.”

“It’ll be like an episode of Sliders gone horribly wrong.”

“Maybe I’ll do them all at once, to the tune of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

“Syndey-Carter-Freddy-Lester-Eddie-Ali-Douglas?”

“Oh. My. God. That scans, you bastard.”

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“What do I do now?” Kendra asks. “There’s a Carter clone. Except his name is Scythian Torvil – I assume he got beaten up a lot as a child this time around? – and he presumably has a whole bunch of memories I don’t. I feel like I owe him some obligation to break the brainwashing, you know? But at the same time, he’ll probably assume that I want to get back together…”

“Why are you asking me?” Sara says helplessly.

“Because everyone else is useless,” Kendra says. “Obviously.”

Sara crosses her arms. “Useless, how?”

Kendra raises a finger. “Ray thinks I should get back together with Carter because it would be a narratively satisfying arc.”

“Uh, it would not,” Sara says. “It’s only narratively satisfying if you put yourself in the guy’s shoes, c’mon already.”

“He’s trying, Sara. I saw him reading a book on privilege yesterday.”

“Only because Mick told him he had to.”

“Well, yes,” Kendra says. “Ray is ridiculous when he’s trying to win someone’s attention and interest and Mick is taking full advantage of that to educate him. I don’t see the problem. I should’ve done that.”

“Give yourself a break,” Sara says. “It was the 1950s. There weren’t any books on cis straight white male privilege yet.”

“I know, I know, but still. As I was saying,” she lifts a second finger, “Rip doesn’t actually give a damn about any of my issues except insofar as we stop Savage. Now that Savage is in the brig with evidence that he manipulated time, he’s super excited about bringing him into the Time Masters and getting both his family and his old job back. Question about Carter are just annoying to him.”

Sara nods.

Third finger. “Jax just starts running the other direction every time I show up, saying he’s not ready for this.”

Sara snorts. “Maybe I should do that.”

“You can’t; I’ve locked the door.”

“I like this new, assertive Kendra,” Sara says. “Very sexy.”

“Shush. I tried to ask Stein, but…well. He married his first serious girlfriend out of college and they’ve been disgustingly happily married science nerds for half of forever. He has literally no idea what you do with conflict. Or people that you don’t want to date that want to date you. He tried to compare it to that one time an undergrad developed an awkward crush on him.”

Sara laughs. “I assume you started running away at that point?”

“Got it in one.”

“Well, why don’t you ask Snart or Rory?” Sara asks. “I can see why you wouldn’t want to ask Snart, but Rory…?”

“I asked Mick,” Kendra says with a sigh.

“And?”

“He’s in favor of killing Savage now and letting Scythian go back to his timeline.”

“I mean…”

“Yes, I know it makes sense! I just feel bad about it!”

“What about Snart? He threatened by it?”

“He suggested a threesome,” Kendra sighs. “So I could see what I really wanted.”

Sara’s eyebrows go up. “Snart offered you a threesome with two hot guys and you said no? Is that threesome offer open for girls, too? Snart’s a dick, but he’s pretty…”

“I don’t want to sleep with Carter! Or Scythian! Or whatever!”

“Then don’t,” Sara says logically. “You can rescue the guy because he’s your ex and you don’t want him to be horribly brainwashed without wanting to get back together. If Snart’s not threatened, you shouldn’t be.”

“I guess.”

“But, seriously, let’s kill Savage.”

“Rip won’t let us,” Kendra says glumly. “See: getting his old job back. Consider us ditched the second that happens, by the way.”

“No kidding,” Sara says, also sighing. “Well, it was fun while it lasted. Are you happy now? Can we stop talking feelings and get back to hitting each other with sticks in a nice, emotionally stoic womanly fashion?”

“Yes,” Kendra says, getting up to unlock the door. “That sounds nice.”

“Also, seriously, regarding that threesome…”

“Sara.”

“What? He’s hot, you’re hot, and I’m bi!”

“You’re insatiable, that’s what you are.”

"Don't forget indiscriminate," Sara says with a grin. "Insatiable, indiscriminate - I need another 'i' word."

"Irritating?"

"Oh, you're going down, Miss Feather-butt -"

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Kendra decks Carter – sorry, Scythian – in the face when he suggests getting back together after Savage is finally dead. Then she knees him in the balls. Then she –

Mick grabs her around the waist and walks away while she’s still wiggling frantically in an attempt to go hit Scythian some more. “Calm down, birdie,” he says.

“Let me go, Mick!”

“It’s not his fault Snart did what he did,” Mick says gruffly. “You don’t have to take it out on him.”

“If I hadn’t been so stupid as to let him live –” That part was shouted over Mick’s shoulder at a still-moaning Scythian. “– then we wouldn’t have been there in the first place!”

“Yes,” Mick says quietly. “We would have.”

Kendra stops struggling. “Mick…”

“The Time Masters had a plan for Savage,” he says. His voice is still too quiet. “Trust me when I say they wouldn’t have stopped once we’d succeeded. They would have kept going – and going, and going – until they got us all under their thumbs. And we wouldn’t have been prepared for it, neither; Snart wouldn’t have gotten him and Sara to a hiding place because he’s a paranoid fuck, and then we’d all be in their cages and in their chairs and back under their boot-heels.”

“Mick,” Kendra says. “You know – you know it’s not your fault, right?”

Mick shrugs. “I’m the one he swapped out for,” he says bitterly.

“Because you wouldn’t let Ray die,” Kendra says. “Snart understood. You know he did.”

“I know,” Mick says. “That’s why he asked me to forgive him, before he knocked me out.” He swallows, shakes his head. “I don’t know if I can.”

“He was your best friend,” Kendra says. “You were friends for thirty years. You don’t have to be sleeping together to feel bad about him being gone.” Her back straightens, even though Mick has yet to put her down. Damn, that man is strong. Kendra isn’t that light. “If Ray is giving you any shit about mourning –”

“No, no,” Mick says, cracking a smile. It’s kind of a pathetic smile, but it’s a smile. “He’s being okay. He tried to suggest being partners right afterwards –”

“He what.”

“I told him off,” Mick assures her. “He figured out the problem with what he said pretty quick. He’s being better now.”

“I’m still going to punch him,” Kendra says.

“We let you murder one guy and suddenly you’re all violent,” Mick teases, putting her down. “What would –” His voice cuts off.

He’d meant to joke ‘what would Snart think of you now’, probably followed by ‘he’d think it was really hot, actually, he likes violence’.

They couldn’t make that joke anymore.

Kendra’s eyes fill with tears.

“Don’t turn on the waterworks,” Mick warns. “I don’t –”

She launches herself at him, wings unfolding to give her extra leverage, and wraps her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder, and bursts into tears.

“– do the touchy-feeling stuff,” Mick concludes. After minute, though, he gives in with a sigh, wrapping his arms around him and permitting her to wrap her wings around him in return.

Kendra lets him pretend that the wetness on her shoulder isn’t his fault. It’s the least she can do after snotting all over his sleeve. She's an ugly crier.

Oh, Len.

She misses him so much.

Mick tells her stories about him – he was black and Jewish and proud of it, she’d known that, but she hadn’t heard about the holidays that went wrong; Len had never had a chance to tell her about them himself – but it’s not the same.

She misses him.

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“Uh, Kendra?”

“Mick!” Kendra exclaims, bouncing over to her door and embracing him. “What brings you by to my humble apartment? Not here to deal with a local aberration, I hope?”

She’d refused to continue on with the Waverider’s mission, afterwards, while Mick agreed to keep going. Neither of them had held it against each other.

He’d introduced her to Lisa, though, which had been nice. They were friends now.

“Depends on how you define it,” he replies, picking her up for a quick hug. He looks better than he did when he left – standing strong and tall and looking healthy. “Local, yes; aberration, also yes; not so much with the ‘dealing with’.”

“What do you mean?”

Mick coughs. “So, the resurrection thing,” he says.

“Yeah?”

“You know how Carter always got his memories first?”

Kendra nods, wondering why it was relevant. Scythian had caught a ride back to their era, insisting on being near Kendra; she’d gotten a restraining order and knocked out one of his teeth before he’d finally gotten the hint that she didn’t want him around. Lisa had threatened to gild his balls.

“Seems like that’s because you wanted him to.”

Kendra frowns. “What do you mean?”

“You’re the one who had the power of reincarnation,” Mick exclaims. “Not him. But as long as you loved him, he reincarnated for you.”

Kendra frowns. That would explain why he was always so irritatingly devoted to finding her, in every life. “Okay,” she says. “I think I’m following you.”

“Basically, you each got a power,” Mick says. “You got reincarnation, he got the hawk-powers, and you shared ‘em because you were in love. Savage got immortality as long as he stole your life force each time.”

“Right,” she says. “So, what? You’re telling me I’ll lose the hawk-powers because I'm not dating Carter-Scythian?”

“Next time you reincarnate, yeah, probably.”

“Okay,” Kendra says. Not ideal – she’d kind of gotten used to them – but fine. “I guess I can live with that.”

“Your power of reincarnating still applies, though.”

Kendra blinks. “Okay. Not sure I'm getting your point. Did you meet a future version of me?”

“No,” Mick says. “We met a future version of your boyfriend, though.”

“You mean Carter-Scythian?”

Mick grins, a real, big, broad grin. “Carter Hall wasn’t the guy you were dating.”

“No,” Kendra agrees, a little mystified. “I was dating Len –”

She cuts off.

No.

No, it couldn’t –

There’s a cough at the door.

She turns to look at him.

“Surprise?” Len says.

Kendra shrieks and pitches herself forward to grab him.

“We figured you wouldn’t want to wait until your next life to meet him,” Mick laughs behind her back. “Guess we figured right, huh?”

Kendra’s too busy kissing Len to respond properly.

He’s back.

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“We’ve really got to do something about meeting like this,” Mick tells her. It’s the year 2455, the middle of the 25th century.

“Heatstroke,” Kendra says. “Heatstroke is a bad thing. Do not take it as your moniker.”

“It works for me,” Mick says smugly.

“I can’t believe the two of you are now time-travelling policemen,” Kendra grouses. “Willingly!”

“Says the woman who got reborn as a Thangarian.”

“At least I’m not going by the name Commander Cold.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one dating him.”

“Uuuuuuugh, why do I bring all of you with me every time I reincarnate, again?”

“Beats me,” Len says, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Maybe that one time we tried out the swinging thing did the job? Either way, glad that you do. Isn’t Heatstroke a great name?”

“I hate it,” Kendra declares. “I see why Mick picked it.”

Len sniggers. “We’re still looking for Ray’s reincarnation,” he says. “We’re pretty sure he’s a Kryptonian in this life.”

“You’re joking. Ray reincarnated as Superman?”

“Possibly Superboy,” Mick allows. “But definitely a guy wearing an S.”

He’s grinning in anticipation.

Probably at the potential applications of heat-eyes.

Kendra starts laughing.

This life’s gonna be a good one, she can just tell.

#coldhawk #atomwave #dccwrarepairswap #Kendra Saunders #leonard snart #mick rory #ray palmer #my fic

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 12x16 “Ladies Drink Free”

HARRY POTTER REFERENCES IN THE COSTUME CHOICES. also Mick is a knockoff Cas and it’s weird

06:29pm

i was halfway through watching dan & phil’s liveshow and cackling out loud at the “clean me daddy” antics when i remembered there was something i was meant to be doing... oh yeah watching supernatural pfff

also my cat wilson has gone to sleep in mY SOCK DRAWER

06:31

i JUST CHECKED WHO WROTE THIS AND IT’S MEREDITH GLYNN

I ACTUALLY GASPED IN EXCITEMENT

what a good

i saw the promos on instagram and i thought ehhh it looks cute, and i’m absolutely here for claire, and dean being pampered, but i was wary because it’s so hard to trust this show from the promos

or trust this show at all

DON’T FAIL ME MEREDITH GLYNN

06:35pm

oh god i love claire so muuuch

i missed herrrr

08:37

the bar is called “lucky badger”

there’s symbolism in there somewhere

i’m thinking of a) mark sheppard in firefly, b) crowley, c) hufflepuffs, d) anyone surly and british in a tux tbh which is probably the point

06:38

always weird when the moon is obviously digitally transplanted into the frame, and the light is coming from a completely different angle

cool blue lighting in the forest though, nice shot

kinda looks like narnia

06:40

this girl is so attractive to me, i’m all gooey inside ‘cause she’s so damn cute

i can’t deal with girls they’re all so beautiful

boys are okay, i’m only attracted to them if they’re hella pretty and display some kind of deep affinity for femininity, or are in some way sexually repressed (don’t judge me idk why) (also sometimes this isn’t true so IDK IDK IDK)

but GIRLS

OH GOD

i’d say maybe i’m attracted to femininity as a concept but ANDROGYNOUS AND MASCULINE GIRLS and NON BINARY PEOPLE also mess me up

everyone is so beautiful

and i’m mostly asexual

i don’t know what sexual people go through bUT IF IT’S ANYTHING LIKE THIS with the addition of lust?? HOW

06:47

ALSO THE COLOURS THESE TWO ARE WEARING

they are absolutely hufflepuffs

thIS IS A HUFFLEPUFF THING RIGHT

BADGERS AND YELLOW

06:49

dear pretty hufflepuff girl: your brother is a dickwad

06:49

deaR PRETTY HUFFLEPUFF GIRL

I THINK YOU’RE A SLYTHERPUFF

06:51

SHE BETTER STILL BE ALIVE :C :C :

06:51

the bisexual colours on the map dean’s looking at tho

THE LIGHT POIINTING LIKE AN ARROW TOWARDS IT AND DEAN

AND SEPARATING IT FROM SAM

or, alternatively, it’s pointing sam at the map

depends on your interpretation i guess

bUT THERE’S SOME HARDCORE QUEER SYMBOLISM THERE EITHER WAY

NEW DIRECTOR: Amyn Kaderali

I THINK THEY GET IT

06:55

OKAY BUT THE BMOL DON’T KNOW HOW TO CLEAN UP A BLOODSTAIN

06:56

dean about mick: “world class repression”

eyyyy dean recognises what repression looks like in other queercoded characters

06:56

oh good pretty girl did live

i missed her name though

...hayden foster? cute

06:58

I HAVE NEVER SEEN SAM SAY “COOL” LIKE THAT

dean’s like (≖︿≖✿)

and sam’s like (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ

07:01

the harry potter references in this are giving me life

now i’m looking at all the colours in every shot and wondering if dean and sam are gonna be sorted by their costume choices

i think sam’s decidedly 50/50 hufflepuff-ravenclaw, and a smash of gryffindor on his shirt

i think dean’s meant to be neutral/unsorted right now, i’m expecting a costume change later

07:04

quietly lowkey friendshipping sam/mick

(mick has a hufflepuff outer jacket with a ravenclaw shirt core)

(i’M REALLY ENJOYING THIS)

07:07

DEAN’S EXCITED ABOUT THE THREE STAR HOTEL

HE’S GONNA HAVE A LONG BATH AND WRAP HIMSELF IN FUZZY TOWELS TONIGHT I CAN GUARANTEE IT

07:08

“wild elk lodge” LIKE HARRY POTTER’S PATRONUS RIGHT. RIGHT??

also dean pinching something , probably edible

oh! mints

07:10

DEAN SWIMMING NAKED IN A HOTEL POOL

where is cas

CAS WOULD’VE DIPPED HIS TOES IN, FROWNED A LOT, THEN BEEN YANKED INTO THE WATER BY DEAN

and he’d paddle like a puppy, frowning and complaining about how he doesn’t understand the point of this exercise, but secretly having fun

AND HE’D COME OUT OF THE WATER ALL SPIKY-HAIRED AND DEAN WOULD FORCEFULLY RUB HIS HEAD WITH A TOWEL AND THEN WHIP HIS ASS WITH IT WHILE GIGGLING

AND CAS WOULD HUFF AND FROWN

07:14

DeAN TRYING TO ACT ALL MACHO “i’ve had better nights sleep in my baby”

on the one hand, sure, sounds feasible, but on the other hand WHAT KINDA BULLSHIT YOU SPOUTING THERE SON

mick just tryna impress the boys

07:19

those injuries are SO badly wrapped

07:20

“she’s a lucky girl”

MICK NO

he’s gonna come back and try to kill her isn’t he

07:21

love how claire is, by extension of cas, also associated with the gas-n-sip sunshine logo

CLAIRE IS SLYTHERIN ACCORDING TO HER JACKET

tell me, if these aren’t hogwarts house sorting clothes, why are they so accurate and symbolic?

07:30

DEAN IS THAT YOUR TERRIBLE ACCENT

GOD HES SUCH A FUN + EMBARASSING DAD

05:21

NOW CLAIRE’S RAVENCLAW WHEN SHE TAKES HER SLYTHERIN OUTER JACKET OFF AND LETS HER GUARD DOWN

AAAAAAH I’M LOVING THIS SO MUCH

IF YOU DIDN’T CATCH THIS HOGWARTS THING YOU’RE HONESTLY MISSING OUT THIS IS SO SATISFYING

THE DEER PATRONUS ON THE WALL ON THE BAR TOO

07:35

DEAN THINKS DOWNTON ABBEY IS BORING???

i mean it’s slow but it’s far from boring

there were two dudes making out in the first episode as well, he definitely saw that

07:36

dean stops claire from taking a beer

dean’s always in dad mode tbh

cas would be squinting right now

CAS IS HERE IN SPIRIT AS FAR AS I’M CONCERNED

07:38

love love love that dean’s alarmed by the word “grabby”

but i love EVEN MORE that claire is a big girl and she handled it

07:39

claire: “your foreign exchange student is totally lame”

dean: “he’s sam’s best friend. nerd soulmates.”

called it

ALSO IF DEAN’S CALLING SAM AND MICK A THING THEN HE’S PROBABLY PROJECTING WHICH MEANS DEAN LIKES MICK???? ???

???????????

07:41

dean: “go nuts. it’s on.. uh... harry potter”

1. DEAN DOING THE DAD THING

2. HARRY POTTER REFERENCE

3. HARRY POTTER REFERENCE BY DEAN

07:43

Oh no

rip hayden foster

07:44

THESE COLOURS THOUGH

all these ravenclaws

also i’m appreciating dean’s ravenlaw tie

heck yeah subtly smart!dean

07:47

“skeezer”

skeeze + geezer i guess

07:48

honestly this guy is just a knockoff cas

i want the real deal thanks

07:51

SHOUTOUT TO “THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE-OFF”

wait is this season still running (i don’t wanna google it in case of spoilers)

man i’m so behind

i’m like three episodes into season 7, candice’s lipstick is my favourite thing besides the cool food (and mary berry)

DOES DEAN WATCH IT THOUGH

HE’D PROBABLY JACK OFF TO ALL THE PRETTY FOOD AND CUTE PEOPLE IMO

oh god i don’t wanna ship mick/dean but i cannot deny dean would have good reasoning to be more attracted to mick than ketch. mick is like the british cas. (WHERE IS CAS. I MISS CAS. SOMEONE BRING ME CAS in his hufflepuff coat and ravenclaw tie)