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rentumblsstuff · 3 months

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Random Hatchetfield Headcanons

The first time Alice Woodward ever smoked weed was when (after much inner turmoil) she asked Deb to shotgun it with her.

Max has two snaggletoothed incisors which is why people swear to god he has fangs.

Deb also has a snaggletooth which is what inspired the vampire part of Alice’s vampiric sapphic play. Alice also thinks it’s ironic she made a vampire character when Deb is a vegan.

Ruth as a Sophmore hit on Senior Alice a lot. Alice thought it was funny and she and Deb “adopted” her. Max and Steph also put the PANIC in bi panic for Ruth.

Max would find it weirdly hot that Grace wears bathing suits under her clothes because of the idea that he gets to see what her body looks like before even she does.

The hospital is downtown, so Becky Barnes definitely got infected in TGWDLM. Despite never wanting to do it again, Becky climbs the tree as someone calls the HFPD to save Kathy’s cat because she’s still infinitely compassionate even under Pokey’s control. Plus, Pokey knows she wants to get over the trauma associated with climbing trees, so he makes her do it to give her a big number about finally overcoming her past. She accidentally flings the cat as soon as the song starts, which is why in Show Me Your Hands, the cat dies so quickly even though it JUST got called in.

Peter infected Steph who infected Deb who infected Alice in TGWDLM. Pete and Steph would have been Sophomores and Deb and Alice were Seniors, but I always imagine Steph and Deb knowing eachother because MRFC said Steph is in the Smoke Club on Twitter at some point. Assuming Steph’s been a little punk for a while, she’s been in the smoke club since at least Sophomore year, and probably a new inductee the same year as TGWDLM (2018).

Alice and one of her parents (maybe Bill) were also raised in purity culture because we know the Woodwards and the Chastitys go to the same church. The Woodwards probably take it with a grain of salt though (Alice has expressed dislike over Grace’s prudishness)- either that or one of her parents (probably her mom) wasn’t originally from said church and also raised Alice with “this is what you’re learning here, but here’s also what I learned at my church at your age.” Bill was likely the one raised in purity culture because he does NOT LIKE DEB and thinks that if she HAS TO date a girl, she should date someone like Grace Chastity, implying she’s an exemplary teen girl. Ms. Woodward lets Deb sleep over and probably knows she smokes and likes her anyways; three points for Alice’s mom not being the puritanical one.

Ted reads romance novels. He’s a former geek turned sleazeball- you know he reads the smuttiest novels ever and calls them “his research”. He refuses to read any book with the friends to lovers trope because it’s too upsetting to think about. (Side note Time Bastard gave us a definite date that timelines don’t branch/reset before depending on whichever theory you believe because the homeless man is in every timeline, meaning that Jenny’s death is fixed in time and never changes: October 7th 2004, so the timelines change anywhere between October 8th 2004 and 2018.)

In whatever timeline Emma finally gets to have her weed farm, she meets Paul when he tells her he was prescribed that marajamij for his anxiety and he was too scared to try Xanax. She thinks he’s kind of cute for a wet cat of a corporate slave. “Fuck the patriarchy? Yes please.” (Side note Paul seems so uptight and unfuckable like bro gotta be blank down there like a Ken doll and has no discernible kinks from what I remember while Emma is laid back and chill asf and like… normal in comparison so yeah sure Paulkins canonically fucks but does Emma enjoy it?? Like dude even Pete’s more fuckable than him come on.)

Pete and Steph don’t kiss when they admit their feelings for eachother even though one of them would die before ever getting to kiss each other because they both think it’ll only make it that much harder to go through with sacrificing the other. One of the reasons Pete also chooses to be the one to take the bullet because he doesn’t think he even COULD pull the trigger on her. Like it’d be physically impossible for him, in his mind.

TGWDLM was originally meant to be an allegory for the institution brainwashing us. Show Me Your Hands and America’s Great Again: examples of people in power working for and fulfilling the evil wishes of some almighty, otherworldly, inhuman THING (be it aliens, be it those in power). It’s clearly meant to satirize the way that power corrupts and tries to convince you its way is better. Even Hidgens, THE FUCKING TEACHER, tries to teach his student that it will be better for everyone to join in that corruption and give in to the hive mind. This reminds me of how the school system in America tries to paint our history as something glamorous; manifest destiny instead of genocide of the indigenous populations. The people in power convincing those under them that the deaths of countless lives is a good thing and it will pave the way to a better future. Cool motive, still murder. Which is why Emma “Fuck the Patriarchy” Perkins is the last one to be infected. She was incapable of being brainwashed , and even when she was the last one left, she saw that the people watching didn’t care, and the all-consuming threat of corrupted power closes in on her until the very last moment.

The Lords in Black were going to try to convince whoever sacrificed their most treasured something to do more work for them, but Grace required very little convincing. Like Wiggly spoke into her mind like “Gracy-Wace! You forgot my booky-wook! Look in it, see any thing you like? Wanna kill all the pervy-wervys?” And she’s like “holy cow I can kill all the pervy-wervys with this book?” Pete would have needed the most convincing because he’s just lost the only girl who will ever love him (in his mind) and so he’d think these things took away his one chance at true love and NEVER want to deal with them again. Even if they offered him a way to get her back, he’s too smart to know that won’t come without an even bigger price AND too paranoid to think she won’t come back wrong like Max did.

If the Green-Foster family ever did get to move to California and Lex got to be an actress, her interview attitude would be a lot like Reneé Rapp and if she ever got asked about why she’ll openly shit talk people in an interview, she’s like “I used to work retail I learned pretty fast that nothing gets done if you keep your mouth shut.”

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acutemushroom · 5 months

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My opinion on some Hatchetfield ships

The title says it all, these are my opinions on Hatchetfield ships that nobody asked for ! 😅 More seriously. I first want to make it clear that these are my personnel thoughts on them and that you are free to like those you like and think what you want on them. I also want to get out of the way the fact that I have a bias for canon ships. So yeah, I'm generally a bit less into the ships involving a character in a canon ship and another.

Now, to the ships !

PAULKINS (Paul Matthews x Emma Perkins)

The one, the only, the original, the OG, the Paulkins ! I quite like them. A boring but also brave office worker and his crabby barista with survival skills. They're cute together, how can I not like them ? Though, I admit I prefer them in angst fics and don't really read Paulkins fluff. Part of it is because I love to see the character I like suffer. But also because of how they got together in the first place. In an apocalypse, a dire situation filled with stress. Paul who was constantly protecting her and fighting a literal God's control to try to save her. Emma who we discover a softer side to because of her relationship with Paul. I think they work best in desperate situation than in pure fluff. But that's just me though.

PAULKOTHO (Paul Matthews x Pokotho)

They are my roman empire. I've already talked in length about them. I've wrote fics in which I explored my view on their relationship, even if they weren't the only focus. I have others staring them planned. I fucking adore them. A relentless, controlling, uncompromising God and his absolutely unwilling and resisting prophet. I love them more than is probably healthy.

ROASTED CHAI COFFEE (Paul Matthews x Ted Spankoffski)

I am mostly neutral about them. Not my cup of coffee, but I see their appeal. Though, I can see it happening in a context where they both know for the cosmic horrors ruling Hatchetfield, that there are Gods interested in them both. But without being under Pokey and Tinky's clutches either. They just have to deal and cope together with the knowledge of what happened to them in other timelines.

Paul Matthews x Bill Woodward

Not a ship I go out of my way to read, but one that I am quite fond off. I especially love the interpretation of it where Bill divorced when Alice was still young and Paul was there for him. A solid friendship that evolved into something more. It's a really cute ship and one I can definitely see happen in different timelines.

TIME BASTARDS (Ted Spankoffski x T'noy Karaxis)

"That's a ship ?" was my first reaction upon stumbling on them for the first them. But I definitely see it's appeal and it absolutely grew on me. That Tinky loves his Spankoffskis is not a secret. So, him taking human form in at least one timelines and reaching another level with Ted ? Yeah, that sounds about right.

Ted Spankoffski x Charlotte Sweetley

Again, not a ship I'll necessarily go out of my way to search for but that I am quite fond off. It's clear they care about each other. I love to see it in timelines where Charlotte leave Sam. She makes Ted less off a bastard. He makes her more confident in herself. That's how I see it.

LEXTAN (Lex Foster x Ethan Green)

Yes. They care so much for each other and it breaks my hurt that they'll never be able to go to California together. Ethan is Lex safe heaven and he cares so much for her. He also care so much for Hannah to the point of considering her like his kid. He put himself in danger, and once died, just to protect them. Lex left Hatchefield with Hannah in an attempt to protect him. I just want them to succeed, alright.

TOCKY/BARNSTON (Tom Houston x Becky Barns)

Highschool sweetheart that found each other again, good person wrong moment. They're cute. Again, not a ship I am particularly passionate about, but I do like stumbling upon them from time to time. After what they went through, it is nice to see them being in love with someone again.

Wilbur Cross/Uncle Wiley x Wiggog Y'rath

Another flavor of human and Eldricht abomination ship that I quite like a lot ! They have this big tsundere side to them, at least how I see it, but they're also the embodiment of "assholes in love". I do love a villain power couple.

LAUTSKI (Stephanie Lauter and Peter Spankoffski)

I love these two. She's protective of her nerd and he's so supportive of her. They were both ready to sacrifice themselves for the other and during The Summoning Pete was trying to shield her from a literal God. I love them.

Stephanie Lauter x Grace Chasity

I could swear I remember their ship name... Not one I shipped at first, but they are starting slowly starting to grow on me. I have no particular reasoning as to why, it's really just because of fanfics I've stumbled upon. I like this ship in angsty fic dealing with the aftermath of Nerdy Prudes Must Die (show). I don't know, I like hurt/confort and they provide hurt/confort.

JAGERTITTY (Max Jagerman x Grace Chasity)

That ship name will never fail to make me laugh... I am generally not really found of the whole jock x nice/nerd girl dynamic but they do strike a chord in my heart. Max is so whipped it's adorable. And he's making her reconsider her basically everything. I love them. I would love see them change the other for the better as much as I'd love see them kill people together. I'd read as much fluff as I'd read angst of them. A heavenly good match made in Hell. I love them.

MICHIE (Max Jagerman x Richie Lipschitz)

I will be burned on the public place for this, but I don't ship them. I am really not a fan of jock x nerd like said above and they don't have the same unhingedness that makes me like Jagertity. I don't hate Michie. I can see why the ship is so popular. It simply not for me. Sorry. Though, great respect to you all for making like, a third of the NPMD fics !

Peter Spankoffski x Richie Lipshitz

Two bros being in love. Didn't have the chance to stumble upon them on Ao3, mostly just some stuff here and there on Tumblr. But I do like them. After all, aren't the best romantic relationship also really great friendship?

THE NERDS or THE NERDY PRUDES ( Ruth, Richie and Pete or Ruth, Richie, Pete, Stephanie and Grace)

What I am going to say apply to both. Haven't really read or seen anything on them. But I absolutely love the idea !

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eisforeidolon · 10 months

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So I came across a meta post based on screenshots [X][X] of the list of book titles shown in 4x18 that Chuck published. There's a discrepancy where only 24 titles are given when there are 60 tv episodes across that span. Now not only did the meta author skip right past the possibility that since novels are generally longer than a tv show episode, books might generally cover multiple episodes? As well as the even more likely possibility that whoever was typing up the list for the props department got lazy?

The post directly jumped right into full on stan conspiracy-think of how this must be why all the fans in the SPNverse are Sam girls because Chuck purposefully omitted all of Dean's best episodes! Naturally this gets built on in the replies & comments, with even more conspiratorial leaps about how the writers were trying to make fans in-universe love Sam and think he was a hero because nobody does in the real world (snort) yadda yadda Chuck won theory is true yadda yadda D/C was silenced *sob* yadda yadda the story was writing itself without the permission of the writers writing it [crazy eyes].

My other glaring issue - aside from the obvious of what an absurdly biased load of batshit all of that is? I just do not understand why someone trying to suggest a genuinely legitimate theory about a show spanning fifteen years and many different writers? Wouldn't consider for a hot minute before running full tilt with an idea: Hey, this is one random-ass prop screen from one episode that Sam scrolls by fairly quick, does this actually line up with how much of the story we're shown the in-universe fans getting elsewhere? Spoiler: No.

Let's ignore that Chuck specifically mentions the ghost ship from Red Sky at Morning, which isn't on the list, in that very same episode. He could be getting visions of stories and not writing them - unlikely but possible. No, lets jump to Crowley using the books in Clip Show to track down and kill "everyone [Sam & Dean have] ever saved". He says he's able to do it because he has "his sources and a crack research team" as he's shown with a pile of Chuck's books as he's saying it [X]. It's unlikely he would have found Sarah from Provenance through another source besides the books, but theoretically possible.

What you can't use handwaves to set aside, though? Is that as the scene continues, he holds up a copy of what is clearly A Very Supernatural Christmas [X], which is not on the list. It's shown again as part of Metatron's library in Meta Fiction, along with Tall Tales [X], also not on the list. These are direct in-universe physical books shown onscreen. While we're at it, there are a couple of times fan characters make it clear in dialogue other episodes/books exist. In The Real Ghostbusters, Demian and Barnes walk by Sam and Dean playacting a scene directly from Hunted about John's last order regarding Sam. Same episode, Becky tells them about Crowley getting the Colt from Bela, specifically citing the title of Time is On My Side. Last one, in Fan Fiction, Marie immediately jumps to knowing what a tulpa is and says, "Well, in Hell House, Sam & Dean-". None of those three books are on that list. So that list is NOT a comprehensive one for all the published books in-universe.

Part of me really wants to go on an even more extended rant here about fixating on one blink-and-you'll-miss-it detail and imbuing it with six metric tons of meaning without even once seeming to consider if it's actually remotely significant or, y'know, put in with legitimate intention. Even if the meaning being projected isn't completely bonkers. Seeing this done over and over again by people latching myopically onto whatever random tidbit will let them jump to the conclusions they already want ... sigh. Like, this is not how you come up with a good theory, starting from an utterly rotten base!

#spn discussion #pedantic #bad meta #long post

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paranormaltheatrekid · 1 month

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HeLp mE mIsS hOlLoWaY, hElP mE

I have 4 different responses to this impression of me

You are correct

Fuck you

the saying is actually save me miss holloway save me

you have referred to becky barnes as your wife multiple times

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lostgirl677 · 1 year

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Revenge Part.2

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

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Summary: Y/N and the Winchester brothers are on the trail of a mysterious werewolf, but who knows where this may lead them? Another successfull hunt or a more serious mess?

“So, you mean that there is an entire book series about you?” I asked, completely dumbfounded. Sam and Dean looked a bit embarrassed “Well, yeah. But Chuck wasn’t aware that we actually existed when he wrote the books.” That was a lot to process, less than when I joined the life of course, but goddamn! I needed to find those books, for sure. Then realization strucked me. ”That means that thousands of people read about not only your adventures but also Dean’s hookups? I think I’m scarred for life.” This earned me a good laugh from Sam who put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and a big frown from Dean who smacked his hand from him.“What? It’s not Casa Erotica worthy either, don’t exaggerate. And thousands of people, really? You are flattering Chuck.” I just rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Dean. Just now tell me how you ended up at the first Supernatural Convention.” Dean had a huge grin forming on his lips while Sam stopped laughing and a “Don’t you dare” look in his eyes. Which made Dean smile even more. “It was around three years before we met you. We received a SOS message from Chuck, but apparently, Sam’s girlfriend just wanted to see him.” If looks could kill, Dean would have been killed by Sam.“Sam’s girlfriend?” I asked. “She’s not my girlfriend! Listen, Becky is a huge fangirl…’ “So, her name is Becky. Well,well, well” I interrupted him, making Dean chuckle. “Stop laughing! Alright. So she sent us a message, pretending to be Chuck and tricked us to participate at this stupid convention.Thankfully in a way, since this place was haunted we were able to save people there.” “With the help of a couple who were cosplaying us.", continued Dean. “Okay. So I have a question. This guy, the werewolf, obviously knows about you and will go to a Supernatural Convention. Is it me or everytime a convention takes place, a trap is directly set for you? Don’t tell me it doesn’t sound like a sketchy trap. Plus, everyone will have a costume. It’s evident that this guy will make a massacre without getting caught. What if it was part of a plan to let us live in the barn and he left us a bait to find him again?” I asked, anxious. Dean and Sam seemed deep in thinking. “Y/N has a point. But why? Do you really think this guy has more beef on us?” asked Dean. “Maybe, since we have enemies everywhere. But don’t forget that it could be even more dangerous for Y/N since she killed his son.” added Sam. I took on a deep breath. Wow, this was official, I really hated werewolves.”Okay. So we have a mastermind werewolf on hand and a convention about your life.The next week is going to be interesting to say the least.” Dean took my shoulders in an embrace and told me “It’s going to be okay. Don’t worry, we are here, sweetheart.” I felt warmth on my cheeks as his breath fanned on my skin. I hated being that silly when it happened, but I couldn’t help it.“Thank you.” I tried really hard to hide the blush that formed on my face and it earned me a look from Sam. He knew about my crush on his brother since the day I saved Dean from a vampire. And I knew he’ll never let me in peace ever since. “Well folks, prepare your stuff. We’re going.’ said Sam, clapping his hands together.

I went straight to my room and put my duffle bag on the bed. And I began to rummage through my drawers. While digging through my mess I felt something cold that entangled itself in my fingers. When I took my hand out of the clothes I found my old heart-shaped silver locket that I thought was lost for so long. When I opened it, I felt tears in my eyes. It was the last picture I took with my best friend, my only ‘family’ left. I sat on the floor and tried to not cry. Then I heard someone opening my door. “Hey Y/N, I thought you would like… You okay?” It was Dean’s voice. I turned my head and saw him with a plate of waffles and a concerned look. “Yeah, I just found my locket and it brought so many memories that I thought were…” Dean crouched next to me and landed his free hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m sure Ethan was awesome. And that he was super proud when you helped us to kill that demon.” I could never forget that demon who possessed Mandy, our roommate.It killed Ethan right before my eyes and I couldn’t do a thing to help him. To this day, I didn’t know why it killed him and left me. Dean and Sam helped me a lot through the whole “Survivor’s guilt” thing. They were practically experts in that area. “Wanna some help putting the necklace on?” asked Dean, bringing me back to reality. “Sure, thanks.” I felt Dean gently taking my hair to the side and he took my necklace in hands to put it around my neck. “Done. So you want waffles or am I doomed to eat them by myself?” He asked, earning him a small smile from me. “ I take that as a yes.” He said and sat next to me. I always enjoyed this kind of moment with Dean. Just him and I, sharing whatever food the other brought and talking about whatever subject as if our life wasn’t a giant mess.

About an hour later, we were all packed, ready to leave the bunker and to head straight to San Francisco. When Dean took place behind the wheel, he threw me a glance and started the engine. “Sam, Y/N, are you ready?” Sam and I nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.” He started one of his mixtapes and drove out of the garage. The drive was long since California is quite far away from Kansas.Dean and Sam kept bickering about the music again. I always was deep in my thoughts in those kinds of moments. “Let’s ask Y/N’s opinion about the next mixtape, then.” I jumped when I heard my name and made eye contact with Dean in the rearview mirror. “Y/N, what would you like to listen to? Some classic Rock or some crappy pop song that Sam likes?” Without a thought, I said “Classic Rock all the way.” Told you!” cheered Dean .“Damn right, I should have known.” said Sam in an exasperated tone. I blew him a raspberry and enjoyed the song.

Timeskip

When we finally reached San Francisco it was already dark outside. Sam was sound asleep and Dean and I kept a quiet conversation with music in the background.”I think I found a motel.” said Dean, while the sign of a crappy motel was visible not that far from us. When Dean parked the car, he awoke Sam. “Wake up drooling beauty” Sam opened one eye and hummed. “No I’m serious Sam, you drooled all over the seat. Get Up! We’re at a motel. I’ll go check us into a room and you’ll help Y/N with the bags.” Sam woke up completely and got out of the car. In no time, we were in our room. There were two beds. “Who do you share with, this time?” asked Sam. “What about you guys sleeping together and I take a whole bed for myself?” I said. “In your dreams, princess. You already slept with Sam, you know that he is a kicker and that he snores a lot.” said Dean with a smile, knowing that it wasn’t even remotely true but it was funny. “Fine, I’ll share with Dean.” Dean gave me a wink. “Good call, leave the kicker alone. But the next time Dean has an ‘embarrassing’ dream, if you know what I mean, don’t even consider begging to come with me.” said Sam and Dean’s face changed. “Hey! I’m a gentleman, I never dared to have this kind of dream when I share the bed with Y/N.” And the bickering was on again. I took advantage of it to take a shower first.

We spent the following days searching whether there were werewolf attacks in the area but apparently the guy kept a low profile. Then the convention day finally arrived. I saw Dean taking a deep breath and Sam seemed ready to run away. I decided to speak ‘So, I saw that a certain Samlicker81 was the organizer of this convention.” I couldn’t hold a little laugh at the pseudonym. As if the simple mention of the name summoned her, a little blond woman appeared out of nowhere and I saw that Sam was about to sprint away. “Hey, Sam! You came! I knew you could not stay away from me that long!” she said, literally clinging to him. “H...Hey Becky!” said Sam in a forced tone. Dean and I exchanged a look. So this is Becky… Interesting. “She is worse than Beetlejuice.” I whispered to Dean and he nodded. When she finally left Sam alone she turned to us. “Hey Dean. And you must be Y/N. I’m so sorry about your friend.” her expression shifted from sadness to complete joy. “ I’m so glad you guys decided to stop by!” I wasn’t listening anymore.How did she know me and about Ethan? I got a bit away from the boys and that’s when I saw them. A group of girls dressed like me. Some had wigs and colored contact lenses and some with a replica of my necklace. They were all different and gorgeous. One of them noticed me. “Oh girl! I love your cosplay. You really got Y/N’s energy with that outfit! Guys! come here, look at her!” I didn’t even notice that even guys wore the same kind of outfit as me. I smiled at them and complimented them as well. When I found Dean and Sam I could not help but ask “How did that Becky girl know about me?” “I think Chuck didn’t hold his promise and kept writing. I'm gonna kill him!” said Dean. “As much as I agree with you, we’ll have an army of fans after us if you land as much as hand on him.” said Sam. “Guys, I think you’re forgetting why we’re here in the first place.” “Yeah, Y/N is right. Remember that he can be any tall guy around here and that he is probably in a disguise.Let’s split up.”

While I was on my own, I found other cosplayers and spoke a bit with them. If there wasn't any danger, I’m sure I would have enjoyed talking with them. They were really interesting people. I saw many people dressed as monsters we fought but I didn’t see any guy that could fit the profile of the werewolf. It was frustrating. Ifinally spotted Dean and Sam near the bar, the real ones. Sam was apparently enjoying a Bitch cocktail while Dean was drinking his Jerk cocktail. “Hey! Found anything?” Dean chugged his cocktail and said “Squat” “Yeah, white goose chase.” added Sam. “So you guys decided to head for the booze instead of keep looking?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “The only way to make this day a little bearable.” replied Dean with his gruff voice. I heard people trying to imitate his voice the whole day but no one can do it like him. He was about to order another one but I grabbed his sleeve. “Dean, please this is serious. This son of a bitch could be anywhere. People are in danger.” “Y/N is right, Dean.” Dean huffed and put his glass on the counter. “Okay, let’s go”

We came across many reenactments of fights and important moments we’ve been through. Those people seemed really invested in our adventures. I swore to myself to not let them get involved in such a situation unless it’s fictional. At some point, I saw a girl dressed with a blue dress covered in fake blood. She was crying on the floor while holding a brunette guy who seemed dead. And two guys went to her, guns in hand. “Who are you?” she said between fake sobs. “We’re the Winchester. What happened?” They were playing the moment I met Dean and Sam. I still remember how they barged in my flat, searching for ‘Mandy’, how I cried on Dean's shoulder, how I trapped the demon after playing the bait and how hard it was to organize Ethan’s funeral. I put a hand to my mouth, speechless. Sam noticed and took my shoulder to lead me somewhere else

We also passed by another group of girls dressed as me and caught a glimpse of what they were saying. “I can’t believe Y/N never confessed to Dean that she” My instinct kicked in. I dragged Dean away from the group. “Confess me what?” “That the last time I ate the last slice of pie and accused Sam” “That was you ?! I ignored Sam for an entire week” almost screamed Dean. I looked at Sam and he mouthed ‘Nice save.” As the day went on, we grew bored of looking. I let the guys take a break while I was taking drinks for us. “One Bitch, One Jerk and a SquirrelandMoose for me, please.” I carefully made my way to the guys when I bumped into a tall guy. “Oops, sorry.” I said “No problem.” replied the guy and with that I arrived and handed Dean and Sam their drinks.”Dear hunters, you are invited to join the conference room to welcome our special guest” a guy dressed as Bobby said. Everyone got up and headed to the said room. “If the werewolf is here, it’s the moment to be very careful.” said Dean, bringing his hand to the place where he usually hides his gun. “Keep both eyes open.”, he added.

I heard a bit of commotion behind me. “Wow, your costume is awesome dude!” “Yeah, so realistic. Where did you find such high quality fake fur?” I turn my head, in complete panic. It was a guy disguised with a less cheap werewolf costume than the others but he wasn’t that tall and I could see the label of the costume. I signed in relief. We were all confined in this room. When the famous Chuck appeared on the stage, everybody cheered except the Winchesters and I. “He could be here with us.” whispered Sam. Chuck answered many pointless questions, I was sure that he regretted ever writing this book series. The following hours were exhausting. A loud howl interrupted Chuck's monologue and everything went black in the room. Everyone cheered, probably thinking that it was a surprise animation. “Goddamn, here we go again.” said Dean. The generator supplied the room with a bit of light, enough to see a fully transformed werewolf charging us.

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forevertrueblue · 1 year

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My Ideal Nightmare Time 3

Even though I know some people are getting burnt out on Hatchetfield (and I am hoping the next stage musical besides VHSCC is something else) I'm still looking forward to Workin' Boys, the finale of the whole thing (I hope they actually do it at some point), and hopefully a third season of Nightmare Time.

There are definitely some characters I'd like to see further explored in the Hatchetfield multiverse, so here's what my ideal Nightmare Time Season 3 would look like. I'd love to hear what others think about all of this as well as what they've been hoping for.

Minor spoilers for Nerdy Prudes Must Die will be discussed, but not until close to the end and I will provide a clear warning when they're about to come up.

I'm assuming this hypothetical third season once again has six stories, just like the previous two, so with that being said...

Becky Barnes Finally Climbs the Damn Tree: Look, they've been teasing us for years about this particular story. We know they have a song ready for it. And while it could end up just being a thing that's referred to but context is never given, I think this is the most likely story to end up in Nightmare Time, and it's the one the fandom seems to want the most as well.

A Story at the HFPD: The two most surprising omissions from the list of characters who have gotten a Nightmare Time story about them are Charlotte and Sam, and really, we haven't seen much of their relationship in general. I think it'd be interesting to explore that while doing a story involving one of their workplaces, and since CCRP has been featured in multiple Hatchetfield projects already, I'd love to see the inner workings of the HFPD. It'd be especially fun since we now have characters like Detective Shapiro added to the canon, and I can see her butting heads with Sam.

A Deeper Dive Into PIEP: Something else I'm surprised we haven't seen much of in Nightmare Time so far is PIEP. MacNamara seems to be a fan-favorite character so I'm sure we'd all love to see more of his life, like his husband and characters like Xander Lee (who also appears to be a favorite of many for some reason?). I could see this being the season finale, since the Black and White seems to be the be all, end all, of Hatchetfield's troubles.

Deb Has Her Own Drama: So far, all we've seen of and heard about Deb has centered on Alice and been tinged largely by her perspective. I'd like to learn more about Deb firsthand. That's not me saying Alice can't also be in the story (in fact, I'd really enjoy that) but I know in at least one timeline it seems they broke up so I could see StarKid exploring a post-split Deb and what she does with her life next. I'd also love to see Ziggs come back for this story since we know they have some sort of relationship as well. THERE WILL BE MINOR SPOILERS FOR NPMD FROM HERE ON OUT

Ritchie and Ruth (and Possibly Max/other Football Players?): Several of the main NPMD characters have already made their Nightmare Time debuts, and I think if another season were to happen it'd be likely for the others to get theirs. Not sure what the story would be, but it'd be interesting to see a scenario kind of like we started to see near the end of NPMD's first act, with something happening to make the two sides (nerds and jocks) get along. It would probably be whatever the horror scenario is making them reluctantly work together and then find respect for each other by the end (at least, whoever survives the ordeal).

Fuck It, Holloway and Duke Again: In my mind, it wouldn't be a Nightmare Time season without these two coming to save the day in some form or another. Maybe it could be after Holloway changed to Holiday and she has to deal with reinventing herself (likely not for the first time), but probably in a different timeline than Season 2's. Yeah they've already had two episodes as leads/major supporting players, but they still haven't appeared onstage (even though most of us thought they would in NPMD) so this can maybe make up for that disappointment. :)

#starkid #hatchetfield #nightmare time #nightmare time 3 #team starkid

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atty-goldstein · 2 years

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Things I Want to See in Hatchetfield Next

Story about St.Damien’s Hospital. Could be a creepy one, or it could be about Becky Barnes caring for the children with a touch of the gift

Gary Goldstein cameo. It doesn’t have to be a full story, a full story would wreck me, knowing how full stories for Hatchetfield characters work out

Aquatic monster. Come on, it’s an island. There’s gotta be something lurking in the waters the same way things thrive in the woods. Sea serpent stories are as common as humanoid ape stories, so why not. It could feature the Salty Sea Captain or Mima Chambers or the Hatchetfield Boating Society.

Nora having a rampage of her own so that we can say the three baristas just really have a lot of rage

Church of the Starry Children backstory

Hatchet-Men backstory, plus maybe something about the First Hatchet being imbued with power

I feel like someone was once overcome with so much desire for Webby that she had to kill them

Why does McNamara have an eagle form?

I want Webby to have a girlfriend. She deserves it.

Essence/soul-draining creatures

Humans literally being corrupted into monsters

The Dying God archetype. A god dying to save humanity. I literally had a dream where Webby sings that some gods have to die for humans to live

Reptilian monsters

Transportation legends or there being a mode of transport in Hatchetfield which becomes a way to transport souls and ghosts

If there is a Black Book then I feel like there’s gotta be a White Book somewhere (my personal belief is that it’s the “light reading” McNamara offered to Paul)

#starkid #hatchetfield

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Sleep, Baby Boy

Characters: Winifred Barnes, George Barnes, Rebecca Barnes, Steve Rogers

Plot: The Barnes family is told about the loss of Bucky.

Warnings: Mentions of death, loss of a loved one, loss of a child

Note: This is slightly different as Steve survives the war.

Winifred Barnes stood in the kitchen, washing dishes when a knock at the front door broke her attention. The woman shook the water of her hands as the knock came again louder. She called out, “I’m coming. I’m coming!”

She opened the door to find her son’s best friend on the other side of the door. She smiled joyfully, “Steven! How wonderful to see you. Where is James? Is he out with a girl he met in Europe?”

The young man slowly raised his head tear tracks drying on his cheeks, “Ma Winnie.”

Her heart dropped and she stuttered, “S-Steven? Where’s my James?”

“I-I’m so sorry. I need to give you this.” Steve held up his hand, “I-I”

“No. Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.”

Steve stepped forward and wrapped his hands around her arms, “He died in the Alps. He-he was—”

“No. NO! NO!” Winifred began to wail. This caused Rebecca to come flouncing down the stairs. She stopped at the sight of Steve embracing her sobbing mother, “STEVE! You’re home! Where’s Bucky!”

The scene before her began to sink in. Rebecca pushed herself against the wall, “Where’s my brother? Steve, where’s my brother?!”

Steve’s voice broke, “He’s gone, Becky. He’s gone. I have the letter from the Army here.”

Bucky’s sister snapped the envelope out of Steve’s hand and ripped it open. Before she could read it, the letter was removed from her hands by her father, George. He rubbed his wife’s back before reading aloud.

“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Barnes,

We regret to report that Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th Infantry Regiment, Howling Commandos, was killed in action on the 7th of April 1945 in the Bavarian Alps. We are sorry for your loss and appreciate the sacrifice your son gave in service of his country.

Sincerely,

General Chester Phillips of the United States Army”

George stumbled back, “My son… My son…”

He raised his eyes to Steve, “You were there?”

Steve merely nodded. Barnes continued, “You couldn’t save him.”

It wasn’t a question. From the stairs, Rebecca Barnes let out a low moan, “Bucky…”

Winnie pulled away and looked up at Steve, “You tried. I know you tried. Please tell me. Was it swift? Did he suffer?”

Steve gulped, “No. He didn’t suffer. I better go. I just wanted to deliver the letter and this flag.”

He stepped back toward the door, “I’m really sorry. I truly am. I tried to save him; believe me I did.”

George nodded, “We know you did. Please, don’t..” His voice broke, “Don’t go yet. Stay. Eat with us. Stay with us and join us in telling him goodbye.”

Winnie clutched the flag and sat down on the couch, “Sleep baby boy. Sleep. Ima is here and I know you are watching over me.”

Winifred Barnes began to weep and wail again as her family gathered around her, embracing and crying, mourning for the one they lost.

George whispered, “I suppose I should put up the black ribbon on the door.”

This caused all three to cry harder.

All Steve Rogers could do was watch.

@joannaliceevans-fanficblog @buckysteveloki-me @patzammit @saiyanprincessswanie

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel

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kitewithfish · 1 year

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Reading Meme for Jan 4 2023

What I've Read

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System ( Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong) Vol. 3 by Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù with Faelicy (Translator) - This seems to have been the end of the real arc of the story, and it landed in a good and very tropey place.

if you were a mythical thing by Kangofu_CB - MCU and Marvel Comics (Hawkeye, mostly) - 74K - https://archiveofourown.org/works/42952029 - Bucky/Clint - This is pretty cute and fluffy. Werewolf au without omegaverse elements. Clint Barton, not a superhero, gets in trouble with the Ukrainian mob and flees to a small town where everyone is really, really nice and people keep sniffing him? The werewolf element is cute - I vaguely wanted a little more angst because I love angst related to keeping secrets and this fic was just like, Nah, that's not what we're here for.

Penric's Demon by Lois McMaster Bujold - I am legitimately annoyed by how long this took me to read! I bought this book two years ago and just looked at in my stack and didn't read it! But someone on DW read it recently, mentioned that the dynamic between Penric and the demon that inadvertently comes to share his body is really similar to Eddie Brock and the Venom symbiote, and welp, here I am, I love this and I bought the next four novellas because my library system doesn't have them all as ebooks. (It was a gift card to Barnes and Noble and I want Lois to have some walkin' around money.)

A Prayer for the Crown-Shy by Becky Chambers - Also a book that I had been sitting on. The first book with these characters, A Psalm for the Wild-Build, came at a deeply needful time and was a great read for the book club. I have a vivid memory from the summer of 2021 of sitting on the back porch in the sun and feeling like the world wasn't doomed. I will love Becky Chambers forever for that book, and this one is a worthy successor. It's calm and introspective and gentle with the foibles of sentient minds.

What I'm Reading

let the river run by Astolat - A Robb/Jaime/Brienne fic about finding a man worth fighting for. This is literally just pure fealty fic.

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong) Vol. 4 by Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù with Faelicy (Translator) - I think this is a collection of short stories with main and side characters from the main series of this. It's goofy and fun.

The World We Make by NK Jemisin (Great Cities 2) - I love this unabashedly so far.

Westerns: Making the Man in Fiction and Film by Lee Clark Mitchell - slightly on hold 2312 by Kim Stanley Robinson - Slowly What I'll Read Next Gideon the Ninth

Library books in the house: Tiger's Daughter - K Arsenault Rivera - Will abandon, library called it back The Book of the Unnamed Midwife - Meg Elison The Uncle's Story - Witi Ihimaera - information I gathered from elsewhere suggests this is even gayer than I thought

Owned and need to read: Frey Marske's A Restless Truth, and Susanna Clarke's Pirenesi California Bones, Raven Song by IA Ashcroft, Kraken's Sacrifice by Katee Robert, Even Though I Know the End by CL Polk, True Colors by Karen Traviss, At The Feet of the Sun by Victoria Goddard, Tamryn Eradani's Enchanting Encounters Books 2 and 3, Like Real People Do by EL Massey, Tom Stoppard, invention of love.

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#astolat #bujold #mcu #mo xiang tong xiu #nk jemisin #reading meme

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ghostofantikythera · 2 days

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becky barnes... save me becky barnes...

i LOVE her she's my everything. my wife. my silly little rabbit

#becky barnes #come down from that tree

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lottiethroughthelookingglass · 4 years

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15x20 Coda

Can’t believe it’s the year of our Lord 2020 and I’m writing Supernatural fix it fics at 3am.... This truly is the bad place. Anyway here’s what happened immediately after the credits rolled on whatever that was...

“Sam and Dean stood, arms around each other looking out towards the vista. Heaven. Their heaven. United again, after everythi-“

“-Is he for real?”

“That’s what was saved on my computer. Supernatural – Final Draft.”

“This is bullshit.”

Becky shrugged, taking her laptop back from Sam as his face twitched uncomfortably.

“Who did I even marry? Like, it wasn’t even Eileen?”

“I don’t know man but you named your kid after me. I’m holding you to that one.”

“I don’t even want kids. Our lives are crazy. Why would I do that to a kid?”

“Well I’m just glad Chuck didn’t get to go ahead with that one.” Becky said, sitting back down with her laptop, “I mean all of his drafts were honestly terrible but that one… I mean it didn’t even make sense considering your character arcs. Dean literally died like he thought he would at the beginning of the series and Sam, grows old with a random woman and doesn’t do anything with his life and not even mentioning Cas even though he was right there in heaven-“

Becky looked up to find Sam and Dean staring at her.

“I’m sorry, not that you guys are just characters or anything. But just, when I came back and I found that I was really worried you’d actually died in barn because you fell on a nail.”

“Yeah well I will be avoiding all barns from now on.”

Thunk. The three of them looked up to where Cas had knocked over a Funko Pop Sam.

“Sorry,” Cas readjusted Funko Sam so he could go back to back to fighting Funko Crowley.

There was an awkward moment of silence as the group processed the revelation of Chuck’s ending. Becky sipped her tea as Cas sat back down next to Dean. Dean looked over to him, their eyes met briefly and they shared a small smile.

“Did I never even ask about Cas?” Sam shook his head breaking the silence. “Like, you come back from fighting Billie and say he’s dead and I just… never question it?”

“Well, none of you seemed very upset about my death in that story.” He turned back to Dean, “You were far more concerned with the pie and the dog.”

“To be fair that was probably the only thing that felt right there – pie is more important.”

Cas rolled his eyes and picked up another biscuit from the tray Becky had brought them. Ever since becoming human again he’d picked up a real sweet tooth. Dean was silently waiting for when Sam would start having a go at him too about healthy diets.

Like hell I’m going because of a rusty nail in a barn, Dean thought, I’m getting killed by a heart attack and Cas’s gonna die of diabetes. Sammy’ll still get to outlive us both though.

“It’d be nice to think Jack is doing that with heaven though.” Sam said, “You know, rebuilding things, making it actually good.”

“I guess we’ll have to see when we get there. Which will not be soon, we fought for a bit of peace and I’m intending to actually enjoy mine.”

“We can just ask him next time he’s home.” Cas added.

Dean shook his head stifling a laugh with his hand, “Can you imagine if we’d made him God I mean- He’s three for crying out loud. He made me buy him a Marvellous Marvin the Talking Teddy three months ago.”

“You bought him that?”

“Wait so Jack didn’t become God?”

“God no, no he’s not God.” Dean plucked the biscuit Cas had just picked up out of his hand and started to eat it, “I mean he is up in heaven, but he’s just helping Michael get things running again with all the angels back from the Empty.”

“I’m confused, so you didn’t kill Chuck?”

“Noash fukind matr-“

“Chuck’s gone, but he’s not dead.” Sam interrupted the garbled explanation Dean was trying to make through a mouthful of cookie. “We found a way to umm- bind him I guess? In his own mind so he didn’t even know it was happening. Rowena and I did the spell and Dean set the trap.”

“I was still as useless as in Chuck’s version.” Cas clarified taking another biscuit to make up for his stolen one.

“Hey, if you hadn’t saved me from Billie we’d all have been toast. You were key.”

“Wait so Chuck’s not human and he’s not dead?”

“No- God I can’t believe he made himself human. I can’t believe we made him human and then said that was a punishment – sorry, no he’s kind of in a uhhh…”

“Alternate universe.” Sam added, “but one just for him. It’s more like an alternative plane of reality inside his own mind where he can write whatever stories he wants and think they’re real but they’re not. They can’t hurt anyone.”

“But he’s God so…. They might be real? He could be making them real.”

Sam twisted his mouth thinking, it was something he’d considered but didn’t want to dwell on.

“Well it’s not us.” Dean declared, “And honestly, if he makes another world with other Sams and Deans and Cas’s and Jacks then they’ll defeat him some other way. Like Inception, but with God!” He grinned at his reference even as the rest of the room ignored him.

Becky leant back in her armchair letting out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you guys are ok. You too Cas, he was really adamant about killing you off.”

“Dean was very adamant about bringing me back.” Cas looked over to Dean, a soft smile and look of adoration of his face.

Dean blushed, trying to cover it up with a cough. “Yeah well, I had some stuff to say.”

Becky grinned, taking a sip of her tea as Sam suddenly started to find the wallpaper very interesting.

“So, what are you guys going to do know?” Becky asked after the moment had become sufficiently awkward. “I mean no Chuck, no apocalypse, no world to save. Are you going to keep hunting, or…?”

Sam, Dean and Cas looked at each other.

“I don’t know,” Sam said.

“Honestly, I’m thinking Chuck had it right with the pie festival.”

Becky and Sam laughed at that.

Cas took another biscuit

***

Dean closed the boot of the Impala with a soft thud. Becky had given each of them one of her dioramas she sold on Etsy. It was always a bit weird being reminded that their life was a story that some people liked to collect stuff from for fun but he had to admit the miniature scale replica of Baby she’d given him was awesome.

Sam stood at the door giving Becky a hug and thanking her for the lunch. She hadn’t quite explained to the rest of the family who these three strange large men were that were randomly joining them for lunch beyond “They’re just some Supernatural fans I know from the internet.” Her husband had spent the entire time struggling to believe that lie even moreso after Cas had slightly traumatised one of the kids with an in-depth description of the dangers of invasive wasps to honey bee colonies.

Dean wandered over to where Cas stood beside Sam and Becky.

“Thanks again for checking on us Becky.” Dean said, accepting the hug she gave him.

“Of course, I always knew you’d beat him but it’s good to know for sure.”

“Sure is.” Dean took a step back, “Well I guess we’ll be seeing you?”

“Next Supernatural convention?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Even if there’s a ghost?”

“You do know we’re not the only hunters in America.”

Becky bit her lip.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she paused, “it’s just, this is exactly how I would have written it.”

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise, Dean brows knitted as Cas tilted his head.

“I don’t- not that you had to go through all that. Just that now you can actually take a break. Be normal, do your laundry-“

“-Sam and Dean have always done their laundry. That’s how they clean their clothes.” Cas piped up in confusion.

“-Be happy. Get to actually enjoy living in the world you saved. Have free will and be at peace.”

Dean chuckled, “I mean I’m personally good with never doing my laundry. But you’re right, it’s weird but good.”

“We’ll stay in touch Becky.” Sam said.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

They waved their goodbyes and walked back over to the Impala. Dean got in behind the wheel, Sam in shotgun and Cas in the back.

Turning the key the Impala revved to life. The radio began to sing, the opening chords to Kansas’s Carry on Wayward Song filling the car.

Dean slammed the radio off.

“God, I think Chuck has forever ruined that song for me.”

Sam laughed, in the back Cas even let out a chuckle as he leant his head against the window ready for the long drive home.

It wasn’t their heaven. Not yet anyway. And that made it so much more.

#spn fic #spn spoilers #supernatural coda #destiel #destiel fic #deancas #spn #supernatural #spn 15x20 #as you can see i'm not impressed #also becky's gonna be real mad when she gets back from being thanos snapped and runs into sam ten years later at the mall #only to find out that dean died ages ago from a rusty barn nail #that will be her villain origin story #my fic

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brookecuzyes · 3 years

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No Need To Worry — B.B.

40s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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Summary: After Bucky and the other soldiers were rescued, Bucky, Steve, and some of the other soldiers went to a bar to relax. Who would’ve thought that a few beers could turn into something more? (3rd Person POV)

Word Count: ≈5.1k (wha-😃)

Warnings: extreme fluff, cursing, it gets a little spicy but also doesn’t at the same time, sorta alludes to loss of virginities, alcohol consumption, Bucky gets upset at reader but nothing too crazy happens, sadness (If i missed anything, please tell me!)

A/N: This one-shot is for @startrekkingaroundasgard ‘s writing challenge. I had sooo much fun writing this. It was originally supposed to be smut, but I chickened out lmao. I hope you enjoy this regardless, though! (I added the picture prompt for the header thing— if you don’t want it there, just tell me and i’ll remove it)

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Steve Rogers had just gotten some-400 men out of the hands of German scientists. They were so relieved to have been saved after quite a few weeks of being Prisoners of War. After returning to America, Steve wanted to go back and take down HYDRA. So, he took on the responsibility to assemble a team to go with him.

“See,” Bucky said to Steve, who was walking over to the bar. He had just convinced a couple of guys to join him going back to Germany. All they needed were a couple beers and were drawn-in immediately. “They’re all idiots.”

“How about you?” Steve asked, “You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

“Hell no. That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight… I’m following him,” Bucky replied, earning a small grin from Steve. “But, you’re keeping the outfit, right?”

“You know what? It’s kinda growing on me.”

“Well I think it looks remarkable, Captain Rogers,” a lady’s voice said, putting an arm around the two boys. Steve and Bucky turned their heads slightly and were met with a familiar face. “Hello, boys.”

“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, standing up to give her a hug. “Surprised to see you here. Bars aren’t really your thing.”

“Well, they are when I know my two idiot friends just came back from a war. Speaking of,” she slapped Bucky’s shoulder, “don’t scare me like that, Barnes. Becky had me thinking you were dead.” He smiled sadly and stood up to hug her too.

“My bad, doll. Next time, I’ll make sure to write,” he wittily replied. She scoffed and sat down in between the two boys. “And, by the way, if you’re calling Steve ‘Captain’, then you get to call me ‘Sergeant’. Understood?”

“Yes, Sarge,” she replied while saluting him, making the two boys laugh. The soldiers Steve recruited had been singing quite loudly for the last few minutes, and it came as a surprise when the singing ceased. Steve, Y/N, and Bucky turned their heads to the doorway and saw the one and only Agent Peggy Carter. She was dressed in a beautiful red dress— something that no one would normally see her in. No wonder the boys stopped singing; they were in awe.

The boys stood up when she walked in, and Y/N stayed sitting in her chair, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

“Captain,” Peggy greeted.

“Agent Carter,” greeted Steve.

“Ma’am,” said Bucky. Peggy looked at the girl sitting at the bar, knowing who she was, and waved at her. Y/N waved back and gave her a nice little grin.

“Howard has some equipment for you to try. Tomorrow morning?” she asked Steve.

“Sounds good.” Steve was eyeing her, and both Y/N and Bucky picked up on it. Though, Bucky was more focused on Peggy himself to really give it a second thought.

“I see your top squad is prepping for duty.”

“You don’t like music?”

“I do, actually. I might, even when this is all over, go dancing.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” Bucky added.

“The right partner,” Peggy replied, not taking her eyes off of Steve. “0800, Captain.” And then she just walked off, not even glancing at the Sergeant besides her.

“Yes, ma’am, I’ll be there,” Steve replied, loud enough so she could hear. Bucky watched her as she left, shocked.

“I’m invisible,” he announced. “I-I’m turning into you. This is a horrible dream.” The boys walked back to the bar and sat next to Y/N.

“Oh, that’s not true, Sarge. I still see you. You and your greasy hair,” Y/N joked, rubbing the top of his head.

“Yeah, don’t take it so hard, maybe she’s got a friend,” Steve added, placing a friendly pat on his back. ‘I’m gonna go hang with the other guys for a minute. I’ll be back.” Steve walked away into the other section of the bar, leaving Bucky and Y/N alone with each other. Bucky seemed disappointed in the situation and was staring at his near-empty beer bottle.

“Ya know,” Y/N started, noticing his sad demeanor, “I knew Peggy in high school.”

“Okay, and?” Bucky asked, not getting the hint.

“We were very close friends. She was always top of her class, and I was… well, not quite there. We always hung out after school. When she joined the military, we promised to keep in touch, which we have. It’s just different,” she explained. After a brief moment, she grabbed the beer bottle and drank some of it. Bucky looked at her wildly (a good wildly) and just grinned-- teeth and all.

“Damn, I didn’t know you drank,” Bucky remarked, staring at her eyes.

“Hmm, I guess you don’t know me as well as you think you do, Barnes,” Y/N said, setting down the now empty bottle.

“Yeah, I guess not.” He positioned himself back in his chair to sit forward. He turned his head to look at her, processing the drink. She saw him staring at her in the corner of her eye and proceeded to turn to look at him.

“How long will y’all be gone?” she asked after shaking her head slightly.

“I’m not sure.”

“Hopefully not too long. I’ve missed you, James.”

“Really? You? Missing me? I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, it’s true. Plus, you’ve left me with your sister, and she’s a very social person. I’m not,” she said, giggling.

“What do you mean? You love people.”

“Not when it’s the very few boys that didn’t get drafted or enlist,” she responded, fidgeting with her fingers.

“Oh,” Bucky said, realizing what she’d been doing the last couple of months. “You’ve been going on dates.”

“Yeah. I didn’t want to, but your damn sister dragged me into it. Hey, can I have… whatever the hell this is?” Y/N asked the bartender, who just so happened to be walking by.

“Uh, yes, ma’am,” he said, going to grab another bottle.

“Lemme guess: you’ve taken to alcohol to cope with the dating?” Bucky asked, turning his body to face Y/N and placing his elbow on the counter-top to rest his head on his fist.

“Precisely,” she said. The bartender set down a beer for her after he opened it. She gladly accepted it, and took a small swig of it. It was small because Bucky took it out of her hands.

“Gimme that,” he said. He took a sip of it and set it down.

“Don’t tell me that I shouldn’t be drinking when you just drank my beer.”

“No. I was gonna say that you should slow down for a minute, OK?” He stared at her with this look in his eyes. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but would eventually figure it out.

“Trust me, Barnes, I’ve been taking it slow. This is slow,” she said, reaching for the bottle. Bucky quickly placed a light grip around her wrists, but it was tight enough so she couldn’t get out of his grip. “What the fuck, James?”

“I said no, Y/N.” His voice was stern. He was serious. However, Y/N being Y/N, she wanted to see how far she could take this. He slowly let go of her wrist and she moved her hand to the counter. She was eyeing the bottle. Bucky knew what was up. “Don’t do it, doll.” She didn’t listen. She grabbed the bottle as quick as she could, and actually got her hand on the bottle, but she wasn’t able to grab it.

Bucky had enough of it. He knew that she was messing around, but he was being serious. When she went for the beer, he stood up and grabbed her shoulders. He towered over her, trying to give himself more power over the situation. He was physically very close to Y/N. Bucky kept a lock of his gaze on her, staring straight into her. She looked up at him, startled by what he was doing, and saw the look he was giving her. Their eyes were stuck on each other’s for God knows how long. His eyes, as Y/N observed, went from stern to soft real fast. His pupils went huge.

“Bucky,” Y/N whispered, only loud enough for Bucky to hear.

“Hey,” he whispered back, keeping the stare on her. He released his grasp on her, but left his hands on her. They slowly went from her shoulders to her sides while saying, “I- uh… I don’t know-”

“It’s OK,” she reassured him, carefully placing one of her hands on his chest and the other ventured to the side of his face, resting on his left cheek. He wasn’t focused on her eye anymore, but her lips. Bucky’s eyes shot back and forth between the two. He was looking for a sign to go ahead with what he wanted to do— something that he didn’t realize he wanted to do for a while now.

“Kiss me, James.” Y/N was straightforward, and she wanted this as much as he did. Shooting his eyes back and forth a few more times, he slowly closed the small space between, landing a magical kiss on her lips. Immediately, Y/N kissed him back, both of them steadily melting into it. On any other given day, Y/N is not the type for public displays of affection— especially when it comes to kissing. However, right now in this moment, she felt as if the room was empty and it was only her and Bucky.

After quite a few seconds, Bucky reluctantly pulls away. He looked at Y/N with that look he gave her earlier, only now Y/N knew why. He pushed a stray piece of hair out of her face, letting his hand linger on the side of her head.

“Y/N?” he quietly asked.

“Yeah, Buck?” He opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out.

“Is James Buchanan Barnes finally at a loss for words?” Y/N teased, making the two of them chuckle, their smiles not fading from their faces when they were done laughing.

“Do you want to, um-”

“Hey, Sarge!” Gabe said, snapping Y/N and Bucky out of their trance. “Oh, sorry, man. Didn’t mean to interrupt anything. The Captain wanted you to know that we were heading out. You coming? You can bring your girl with you, if you want.”

“Uh, I’ll catch up with you guys later. Y’all can go,” Bucky responded.

“OK. Goodnight, Barnes. Ma’am.” Gabe walked off, leaving the two alone once again.

“You didn’t deny it,” Y/N said, turning her attention back to Bucky.

“What do you mean?”

“He said, ''You can bring your girl,” she pointed out.

“I mean... he wasn’t wrong.”

“You could’ve gone with them. They are your team.”

“Yeah, well, I have other plans for tonight,” Bucky replied.

“Really? What’re your plans?” Bucky just smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her chair. He navigated her through the bar, trying to get to the exit. The bar was still packed, even though it was getting incredibly late. However, tomorrow would be Saturday, so getting wasted was the first thing that came to mind for most people. Eventually, Y/N and Bucky found their way out, and were now faced with the brisk air of Brooklyn.

“Bucky, what’re we doing?” Y/N asked. Bucky shifted themselves to where Bucky was behind Y/N, holding her tightly by her waist.

“I’m taking the pretty girl from the bar home,” he answered, delicately nipping at her neck. She deliberately let her head fall back onto Bucky’s shoulder, giving him more room. He tactfully dug his fingers into her sides, creating more and more tension between the two.

“Bucky…” She whispered his name once again, only this time she wasn’t pissed at him. This time, she wanted everything to do with him. “Take me home, James.” He stopped kissing her neck and repositioned his face to the side of hers-- his nose gently brushing against the soft skin of her cheek.

“Anything you want, doll,” he entrancingly whispered in her ear. He got a hold of her hand once again and walked with her down the street, making sure she was by his side at all times. His apartment was a few blocks away, so the walk would’ve been a little over twelve minutes, but was fixated on getting home. As an effect, the walk was under nine minutes.

They soon arrived at the front door of Bucky’s apartment. It was a small complex, but the apartment itself was the perfect size for Bucky, since it was really just him. He dug around in his pocket looking for his keys. Y/N was leaning against the doorway, amused with watching him fumble with his pants pockets.

“What are you smiling at?” Bucky asked, lips upturning slightly.

“You’re looking in the wrong places, Sarge,” she implied. Bucky’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. In an attempt to show him what she meant, she stood up straight and walked in front of him, placing her hands on his chest. Her right hand moved up to a pocket on his shirt and grabbed a set of keys out of there.

“How did you-”

“I watched you move them from your back pocket to this pocket while we were walking,” she answered, pointing her finger to his chest. Bucky took the keys out of her hand and placed them into the lock, looking at Y/N with a smile. He opened the door and let Y/N walk in first. He followed behind her and shut the door, locking it.

“God, it’s been awhile since I’ve been in here,” she remarked, taking a nice glance around the room. She took her sweater off and neatly set it down on the back of the couch. Bucky set his keys in a bowl which was sitting on a half-wall divide at the entrance.

“You can take your shoes off, if you’d like to. I’m sure those heels are annoying,” Bucky said, pointing at her heels.

“Yeah, they are. Guess who got me wearing them?” she teased, knowing that Bucky got who she was talking about. She walked over to the front door where Bucky still was. (There was a mat by the door where Bucky kept his shoes when he walked in.) He watched as she walked over. She stopped right in front of him, fixed on his blue eyes. She bent over and picked her leg up to reach for her shoe. When she got that one off, she got the other shoe. They slipped off pretty easily. She set them down on the mat and turned her attention back to Bucky. He kicked off his shoes while she was, and he maintained a glance on her.

“I, uh… I wanna talk,” Bucky said. He took ahold of her hand and walked her over to the couch. He let her sit down first and he followed behind. They sat looking at each other. Bucky played with his fingers in nervousness.

“Y/N,” he started. “I-I really like you. I have for a while, actually.” He felt his heart beating out of his chest, and he was quiet when he spoke. “I just don’t want to mess anything up with us. I mean, we’ve been friends for a while now— good friends, at that. And I’m not the best at relationships-“

“James,” Y/N interrupted, placing her hand on his fidgety ones, “you’re not gonna mess anything up.”

“Yeah?” He looked up at her.

“Yeah.” Bucky’s eyes shot to her lips, and he realized that she was doing the same thing with him.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” she groaned, leaning in. Bucky started leaning in, too, but slowly-- and they,, once again, closed the space between them. This kiss was different from their first one. The first was sweet and soul-stirring. This second kiss was rougher and more heated. Bucky’s heart was beating like crazy. He was nervous but absolutely in love at the same time. He wasn’t necessarily sure where to put his hands, so he just put them on her waist again. Y/N’s hands fell on his shoulders, her right hand creeping up his neck in an attempt to pull him closer. She tilted her head to the side a bit, breaking the kiss for a split second to get a breath of air, and getting better access to Bucky's lips. Their breathing was getting heavier, they were both getting touchier, their bodies are the closest they’ve ever been. Everything was electric and anything they ever wondered was clicking.

Bucky tenderly pushed themselves down on the couch, leaving Bucky laying on Y/N. The kiss was gradually getting hotter and more intense as time went on. When Y/N started moving her hands to Bucky’s chest and played with the buttons on his shirt, he abruptly pulled away, leaving Y/N confused. Bucky had a hungry look on her, and they were both catching their breaths.

“Is everything OK, Buck?” Y/N asked, concerned that she might’ve done something wrong.

“Uh, yeah, I just…” he chuckled nervously, “have you ever, um…”

“No, I haven’t. Have you?”

“No,” he replied after a second. Their breathing was beginning to go back to normal. Y/N didn’t take her eyes off of the man— Bucky didn’t either, but he felt as if he physically couldn’t take his eyes off of her beautiful eyes, or any other perfect feature on her face.

“Do you not want to? It’s fine if you don’t.”

“I mean, it’s me, of course I wanna. But, do you want to? That’s what I’m more concerned about.”

“I do,” she answered. And, with that, Bucky wasted no time. He swiftly picked her up and carried her to his room, kicking the door closed behind him. That night, Y/N and Bucky gave themselves up to each other. They went all night, and had never felt as good as they did at that moment. They— eventually— fell asleep, somehow getting enough sleep.

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The following morning, they both woke up nestled in the bed and each other. Bucky had his left arm draped over Y/N’s body, never wanting to let go. Half-awake, Bucky moved his head into the crook of her neck and peppered a few light kisses there.

“Y/N,” he mumbled in her neck. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” She shifted a bit and managed to turn her head to look at Bucky, half-asleep.

“G’morning,” she said, her eyes barely open. Bucky moved and propped himself up on his fist, continuing to stare into Y/N’s eyes. He didn’t know how lost he could get in those eyes.

“Sleep well?” He asked.

“Yeah, a little sore, though. Did you?”

“I did,” Bucky chuckled. After a few moments, he asked, “Do you want food?” Y/N tiredly nodded, and Bucky threw the thin sheets off of them, completely exposing their bodies. A rush of cold air hit Y/N’s body, making her gasp slightly. Bucky noticed and quickly moved the sheet back on her, placing a kiss on her temple and whispering a small, “sorry,” in her ear. Bucky picked his clothes off of the floor and put most of it back on— he threw his underwear and socks into his hamper and dug for new ones in his drawer. He needed his uniform for work and didn’t have time to wash it last night. Y/N sat up, holding the sheets over herself, as Bucky was putting his clothes on. As he was putting on his belt, he turned back because he heard the rustling, and smiled. Y/N was running her fingers through her hair, trying to make it look decent, and then rubbed her hand on her face to try and wake herself up.

“Ya know, you’re a really pretty woman,” Bucky complimented, lifting his pants up to fit him better. Y/N smiled nervously.

“Thank you,” she replied, not really knowing what to say.

“Do you need a change of clothes? I think I got something you can wear,” he offered, opening up another drawer to look for something.

“If you wouldn’t mind. I can wear the skirt I was wearing, though.” Bucky rummaged through the drawer, looking for a t-shirt. He found a grey t-shirt and held it up to her.

“Could this work?”

“Yeah, I think so,” she replied. Bucky walked closer to the bed and reached over to hand it to Y/N. She took the shirt from his hands and looked over to her right. She saw all of her clothes just sitting right there. She was about to just hop out of the bed, but thankfully Bucky had finished getting dressed.

“OK, I’ll give you some privacy and I’ll cook up something,” he said, making his way to the door. He put his hand on the handle before turning around and asking, “Do you need anything else?”

“No,” she replied. “I’m good, thank you.” With one last glance and her figure, he walked out and closed the door softly behind him. She sighed in content before standing up, keeping the sheet close to her body, and putting on her clothes. Thankfully, the shirt Bucky pulled out worked well enough with the skirt she chose the night before— a grey shirt with a black skirt. There was a mirror leaning on the wall, so Y/N went over to look at her outfit before she walked out of the room. She guessed that Bucky had meant to hang up the mirror or get rid of it, but never got to it. She straightened out her outfit and turned around to head out of the bedroom. She slowly opened the door and saw Bucky in the kitchen. He seemed very focused on what he was doing, as if he wanted it to be perfect. She walked out of the doorway and into the living space, leading to Bucky looking up to see her. He smiled when he saw her in his clothes.

“You look good, doll,” he complimented. “Shirt looks good on you.”

“Right, I’m gonna have to give this back to you,” she said, making a mental note to herself.

“No need. You can keep it. Looks better on you than it does on me, anyway.” Y/N smiled and nodded her slightly in understandment. She wasn’t going to say no to that. She scratched out the note in her head, and strolled over to the kitchen. Bucky was making eggs— which, by the way, made her day even better knowing that Bucky was so focused on making the eggs perfect. He was finished by then, and grabbed a plate from one of the cabinets, putting some eggs on it and handing it to Y/N with a big smile on his face.

“Thank you, Buck,” she said, taking her plate into her hand then opening a drawer to grab a fork for her and Bucky. She walked over to the kitchen table, and started eating the eggs. They were really good. Bucky soon joined Y/N at the table, both silently eating breakfast, not entirely sure of what to talk about.

“So,” Bucky started, awkwardly. “Should we talk about last night, or…?”

“I mean, I guess so. You said it last night— that you liked me. I like you, too. I don’t know what you wanna do with that.” Bucky looked up from his plate and into her glowing eyes. Her eyes seemed to sparkle more in the morning than he had noticed during any other time. He opened his mouth to say something, but there was a loud knock at the door, scaring the absolute shit out of the two.

“Jesus,” Bucky mumbled, getting up from his chair to answer the door. “Steve!” He exclaimed.

“Bucky! Good morning. I figured I’d give you a ride. Carter needs us this morning,” Steve said, eager to get back to work.

“Oh, shit, I completely forgot. Uh, yeah, just gimme a second. You can come in, there’s a couple eggs on the stove.” Bucky ran to his room for something, but Y/N didn’t know what. She was left dazed and confused. Steve walked in and glanced around, only to find one of his close friends just eating breakfast at his best friend’s house.

“Y/N?” He asked. Y/N’s head jerked up, just now realizing that Bucky invited Steve in— that idiot, she thought.

“Oh, hi, Steve… How are ya this morning?” She asked, trying to make the situation less awkward. Bucky ran back into the living space with a duffel bag full of stuff (probably his clothes).

“I’m ready to go… oh, right, Steve- er… Y/N stayed over last night,” Bucky stammered, trying to come up with some form of excuse without completely outing each other. Y/N smiled at the attempt.

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“It’s just, ya know, we’re leaving tomorrow and all that. We would have invited you, but you were off with those loud-ass dogs that are supposed to defend our country,” he explained. He wasn’t necessarily lying. That technically was a legitimate reason why they hung out last night, they just so happened to do a little bit more, though.

“Dogs? Really? That’s all you got?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, just howling all night. Fuckin’ annoying if you ask me.”

“OK,” Y/N chimed in, standing up and walking over to the shoe mat. “I think you boys need to head to work. It’s almost eight.” Steve’s eyes went wide and he started freaking out.

“C’mon, Bucky! We’ve gotta go, I’ll be in the car. Bye, see you later, Y/N.” He speed-walked all the way to the car. Y/N grabbed her heels and sat back down, putting them on. Bucky slid his shoes on and strolled over to Y/N, kneeling in front of her. She picked up her head just a bit and was met with Bucky’s steel blue eyes. Their faces were impossibly close.

“I have to go,” he announced, though she already knew that.

“OK… promise me you’ll come back?”

“I promise, doll,” he grabbed her hands and brought them up to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly. She rested her forehead on his, their eyes closing.

“Yeah, you’ll come back and we will… be together. Right?”

“Anything you want. I’ll do you one better: I’m gonna marry you when I get back, darling.” Y/N smiled and a tear fell down her face. Bucky’s eyes were starting to water.

“I like the sound of that, Sergeant Barnes.” They both chuckled at the name. She moved her head to look at Bucky real good before pulling him into a tight hug. Bucky wrapped his arms around her, never wanting to let go. He took in how her hair felt, how she smelt— he didn’t want to leave a single detail out, he always wanted to remember everything about her so he could brag to his buddies about his girl. Y/N did the same, but mainly due to the fact that there was a huge chance that he wouldn’t even come back.

“You stay safe, you hear me, James?” She said, now looking him dead in the eyes. Her eyes were full to the brim with tears, and Bucky couldn’t stand the sight of that— breaking out in silent tears himself.

“There’s no need to worry about me, baby. I’ll be fine. You make sure no low-life tries to put his hands on you, alright. You’re my girl.” Y/N’s heart melted at the statement. She was James Barnes’ girl. That’s when the tears fell from her face.

In a moment like this, you wish for it to never end. But, moments like this can never last. Steve honked the horn of his car, making the couple chuckled once more.

“You better go before Peggy gets mad at you.” Without another word (but a whole lot of staring), Bucky stood up, grabbed his bag, and made his way to the door. He stopped in the doorway, looking at her beautiful eyes once more.

“I get it now. What you said about being Peggy’s friend last night at the bar. You were hitting on me, weren’t you?” Bucky asked. Y/N searched for the memory in her brain and remembered what he was talking about.

“Oh, right… yeah, I guess I was,” she said, smiling at the memory. That’s when Bucky knew he had to go or he’d never leave.

“Goodbye, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Adíos, Sargent James “Bucky” Barnes,” she replied, saluting him. He smiled and walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind him. Now, Y/N was left alone with just her thoughts and anxieties. She sobbed for what felt like an eternity before forcing herself to clean up his apartment just a bit before taking off.

For the next few months, she would be hanging out with Rebecca or some of her other girl friends. All of her friends had these serious relationships with their military boy. They never knew about Y/N’s hookup, though. She didn’t want to bring it up. No one had to know, it was their little secret. Well, she did end up telling Rebecca that they were together, just not in detail as to what actually happened. She was so excited. Her and Y/N would be sisters now. That’s all she needed to hear, really.

Y/N was left content. She frequently receives letters from Bucky, and a few from Steve. She even got photos of the guys, too. She wrote back, always happy to hear that they were doing just fine.

That was until she didn’t get a letter from either of the guys in weeks. It was an understatement to say that she was worried. She would re-read the previous letters to try and calm herself down—which worked sometimes.

Peggy Carter showed up at Y/N’s doorstep one day. When she opened the door she was happy to see her, until she read Peggy’s face. Something was off.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, but-“ was all she had to say. Y/N was shaking her head, tears were already forming in her eyes, her hand shot over her mouth. She was in disbelief, grief, denial, all of it.

No he couldn’t be dead, that’s impossible, he promised to come back. Turns out, there wasn’t even a body. Of course, no one told Y/N this, especially Peggy, she knew how she would react.

So, for the longest time, Y/N’s questions were left unanswered and didn’t get answered for years and years on end.

Who would’ve known: it would take the same people who killed Bucky for Y/N to learn everything she needed to know about James Buchanan Barnes… or should I say the Winter Soldier?

———————————————————————7/8/21

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Its Week Thirteen of the Rewatchers with a Thousand Eyes watchalong - unlucky for some! And certainly unlucky for Hatchetfield as they have their second apocalyptic event this week. Will they ever catch a break?

Somewhere in the American Midwest, at the crossroads of nightmare and imagination, there is a tiny town where the veil of reality wears thin and eldritch forces threaten to unravel the fabric of the universe...

When the holiday season’s hottest new toy, the Tickle-Me Wiggly, hits the shelves, the city of Hatchetfield goes mad for it, literally. That’s when Tom Houston, Lex Foster, Becky Barnes and a few familiar faces, must fight through a sea of murderous mall-goers to save humanity from an inter dimensional being with a taste for chaos. When Wiggly comes to town, will the world survive Black Friday? (Starkid website)

You can watch the show here: x

Ah Black Friday, the point where we all went, wait what!?!?! The Black and White? Eldritch monsters? SANTA???

Good times!

Black Friday is such a good musical, in terms of staging, comedy, feels, songs, and Wilbur Cross.

What can I say, Joey plays a bad guy and they're automatically my fave. Here for the denim, friends.

#starkid #team starkid #nightmare time #hatchetfield #black friday #rewatchers1000

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kizzys · 3 years

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Starkid Rewatch: Black Friday 🎁

Let me just preface by saying the intro is absolutely chilling

curt's sniggle is so fucking adorable

They all are actually look at them

I don't know how to feel about the fact that I know the fucking wiggly jingle by heart

There they are - my emotional support paulkins

You're cutting into a heat of lettuce and oH shit a baby

I wanted a salad, but now I have a child

He will never invite "us" over again no labels my ass paul is her family

Can we talk about the way she looks at him here though, it's so fucking soft 🥰

The crowd goes wild as a wild dylan saunders appears

BuT wE aRe InTiMaTe

Thank you for your service. I didn't do it for you.

Okay

OKAY

Soulmate behavior

I still can't get over the fact that we got the softest version of paulkins in black friday

dylan's microexpressions in 'what tim wants' i'm going to cry

Also can we talk about how pretty the set looks

dylan just radiates dad energy

You can try telling me tom didn't adopt lex and hannah after all this i just won't believe you

HE HAS ARRIVED

Lexthan has my heart

They could have made ethan one of those cliche assholes whose only using lex and putting up with hannah but instead they made him soft and caring and the closest thing hannah has to an older brother/father figure to the point where he was ready to give his life to save them

So if ethan got the greyskull hat from a "powerful warrior" this technically means ethan has met or knows miss holloway

lex blowing kisses when ethan sings his part and ethan just bopping along/pretending to be paparazzi when lex does hers

We love a supportive couple

You're either in the smoke club or you're OUT

That better be fucking floss

linda monroe is a complete bitch BUT she can step on me please and thank you

That's called a bribe sir, and it's illegal...or it should be

I hope you don't get a wiggly, I hope you fucking die

'What do you say' is basically just a summary of shipping

curt is me watching my ship interact

sherman and gary are just holding hands and skipping in the background

corey you dropped this king 👑

'Our doors are open' is honestly the best song in black friday

It is to black friday what show stopping number is to tgwdlm

The grandeur, the drama, THE HIPS

So gary and linda have definitely fucked right

Get ready for audits! Audits up your ears! Audits in your yinyang! Audits in your wazoo!

Higarygoldsteinattorneyatlaw

RIGHT IN THE SUBPEONA

Feast or famine is a fucking masterpiece

The chorus part is visually stunning

The music to show me your hands playing when james' cop enters

The first thing ethan asks curt's shopper is if he's okay, pure soul

They kicked his head

His last act was to protect hannah and his last thought was of lex im crying

GIVE ME THAT FUCKING DOLL I'M IN A HURRY

I don't know if you wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna fuck with me miss monroe

The lighting here is incredible

And they both look very hot

Do you see him? Do you see him? Do you see him? Do you see him? Do you see him?

YES I FUCKING SEE HIM!

jaime in a suit is making me gayer

morris rocking the wiggly like a baby

They all went completely fucking feral in this scene its incredible

curt REALLY went for it

Hope you don't mind that I let myself in. Into the oval office?

The audience clapping after everything mcnamara says is honestly a mood

The positioning of the people in the background in monsters and men is amazing. cross and linda - evil; frank, becky and roberts shopper - people who have both light and dark in them; and lex and hannah - good

jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle RING A LING DING

Is it just me or does jon's character look like he's there to fucking murder a child

I mean jeff has a full on beard and even he looks more like a teenager than jon does here

Santa claus is going to highschool: a hallmark-esque Christmas movie starring a bunch of teenagers

Jon's "highschooler":

'Take me back' makes me cry every time its so beautiful

This is such a soft moment

a ReD tRiCyClE

So john and lee are definitely husbands im not taking no for an answer

I've met God, he had nothing nice to say about you

She likes to be tall

'Do you want to play' is honestly such a creepy song

It gives me chills every time

[casually eats an apple in the middle of an evil speech]

Actually its not even an evil speech, cross may be evil but every word of his speech is fucking true

I can't be evil, I'm a status quo democrat

No john don't leave your husband

I'm honestly loving starkid's trend of calling america out on its bullshit

The fact that only the female sniggles have worn the antennae till now and then robert's sniggle is wearing one in 'made in america'

I'm thinking

This was the most creative thing ever and I gasped when I saw it

owen and curt walked so cross and howie could run

lex singing "should I never have wanted" during black friday and paul saying "it doesn't matter what I want" in let it out

Two crucial songs that are character defining points

I don't want your half baked sympathy, when did it save those in need?

Angela's performance of black friday honestly makes me cry every time

[eagle screeching]

They're all into fortnight dude!

An update in songs that make me cry every time - if I fail you

Especially the part where the music switches to 'what tim wants' and he starts singing about jane

Is this some kind of a jOooke?

I've said it before and I'll say it again - he will wiggle has THE horniest choreography in the history of starkid, and that is including all of mamd

Specifically whatever gary and curt's shopper are doing

becky barnes is a fucking badass

I know gary leaves with linda because jon and lauren needed to be in the next scene as paul and emma, but this technically means that gary escaped

tom and becky immediately hugging the girls once they're out of danger i'm soft for them

Can we talk about how paul and emma were basically ready to adopt tim

Wear a watch

Everyone else is looking at their hands during what if tomorrow comes, but paulkins are looking at each other 🥺

Yes I am back on my paulkins bullshit

I never left

Also paul, despite his deep hate for musicals, sings in 'what if tomorrow comes'. Do with this information what you will

I know the most probable scenario is that they all died in the end but I refuse to believe it

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