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gale and his fireball are the mvp of bg3. cripsy fried absolute? singed hag? a delicious camp roast? he can do it all
#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3#baldur's gate 3#karlach#bg3 tav#tav bg3#tav: rhapsody#i love! this! man!!!!!!#brandy blobs
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what is it about coming home from work that saps the last of your energy
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The Tough Questions (a Trolls fanfic)
Summary: While attempting to explain the arrival of a new sibling, Bruce’s daughter's line of questioning stirs up some old memories, and reminds him of what is yet to be revealed to his wife
A/N: Taking place before TBT :)
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Art was not Bruce’s strongest suit.
Well, at least art in the pen-and-paper sense (or in this case, a stick and the sand underfoot from the beach). The only art that he had been good at creating was the kind that came out of his throat in a stunning, musical tune. It wasn't quite the same in the illustration department, though. Nevertheless, he tried his best at formulating the figures he was trying to depict. It wasn't for his sake that this drawing was being made. It was for the tall, giggling child who stood just behind him, snickering with each stroke he added to the creation.
"Daddy," she said, a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh, "is that supposed to be a dog?"
Bruce turned to look at her. Brenda was a cute little girl, resembling her mother much in appearance with her felt-like skin, striped body, and yarn-like hair. A little white flower adorned her hair just above the right ear, adding a little extra pizazz, though he had to crane his neck a little to actually see it well enough. Err… maybe NOT so little of a girl, he suddenly thought to himself, considering her actual size when next to him. Despite his daughter only being four years old, he was dwarfed greatly, though this was not unusual since she wasn't 100% Troll. Residents of Vacay Island were unique-looking creatures who were at least ten Trolls high and had thin arms and puppet-like features.
As a kid, Bruce had barely been able to depict a Troll in the silly doodles he’d made within the song-writing journal he had. So, trying to make an illustration of his Islander spouse and daughter’s special features was certainly not coming out the best, either.
"No, darling. That's supposed to be Mommy. See?" He pointed out the figure in the drawing who was supposed to be his wife, Brandy.
Brenda cocked her head, pondering, looking at it this way and that, and ultimately giggling again. "Oh, okay, Daddy," she said in a way that was meant to say "Suuuure, I'll believe that dog-looking blob is Mommy."
"Oh, yeah?" Bruce said, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes playfully at her. "I'd like to see you try your hand at it."
His daughter immediately stopped laughing. He expected her to meekly step back and allow him to finish, knowing her child-like drawing would probably bear even less resemblance to her mother, but he was surprised when she stood straight up, plucked the stick from his hands and bent down over the sand with a chirpy "Okay, Daddy!" in response. Bruce watched with amusement as she started to draw, but soon that amusement shifted to awe the more she added. By the end of it, Brenda had drawn not only her mother, but Bruce and herself… and it looked photographic!
"Whoa…" he said, unable to help his jaw dropping a little. "Not bad, kid… not bad at all!" He stretched up to ruffle her hair, and she laughed sweetly. The purple-haired smiled at her and pointed at the drawing. "This is our family, right?"
Brenda beamed, proud of her work, and nodded. "Yep!" she chirped.
He grinned and bent down with the stick again. "Well, sweetie, pretty soon it's gonna look like this." He drew a little figurine next to her mother’s, smaller than Brenda’s but still bigger than his.
"Huh?" the girl was confused. "Who's that?" she asked, but instantly turned around and answered her own question with "Oooohh, Daddy! Are we getting a puppy?"
"What? No!" Bruce was unable to believe that his artistic vision didn't seem to be coming across the way he wanted once more.
"Awww…" Brenda slumped.
"But," he spoke up, patting her hand, "you're getting something even better.”
She gasped. "Oh! Really? What?"
"A baby brother," he responded, "or a sister."
Brenda blinked her large eyes. "Oh," she said after a minute, not so enthused. "Um… well, okay…"
"It’s nothing to be moping about," Bruce said. "Actually, it's something really, really cool!" He spoke animatedly, and Brenda gained curiosity.
"Yeah?"
"The coolest," he assured. "Why, a brother - or a sister - is like a friend who's always gonna be with you. You guys can play and sing and dance - "
"And hug?" Brenda asked, tucking her hands under her chin.
"Yep, and hug!" he replied, tickling the girl at her sides and making her giggle. "And the best part is, you guys will make lots of great fun memories together that you'll keep with you forever."
"And ever?" she chirped.
"And ever.”
"And ever and ever and ever and ever and - !"
"Brenda," the Troll said with warning. She went on keeping that up, there'd be no more cookies before bedtime!
"Heehee, sorry, Daddy," the girl mumbled, shuffling her foot in the sand. In peering down at the drawing again, his daughter’s face lit up. "Wow," she murmured. "Where's he now?" she asked, and then added, "or she."
"In Mommy's belly," Bruce explained.
Brenda was surprised to hear this. "What?" She crossed her arms. "Doesn't Mommy know that we're not on the menu!" she demanded to know.
"Of course Mommy knows.”
"Huh," she said, "then how did the baby get in there?"
Bruce’s eyes bulged. "Uhh…" His face grew warm upon remembering exactly how, but that was not something to be discussed with the young girl. Luckily, Brenda decided she didn't care all that much to know, and piped up with another question in her curious mind.
“Hey, Daddy, everybody has a family, right?”
“Um, yes! Yes, they do,” he answered, grateful for the change in subject.
“So that means you have a Mommy and Daddy too, right?”
“You got that right, kid.”
Brenda nodded, and then shot right out with another question. “Daddy, do you have any brothers?”
She sure IS smart, Bruce thought, a feeling of pride washing over him. Maybe a little TOO smart, he then thought, apprehensively. This conversation was now going in the direction that he hoped it hadn’t. His mind blanked out a second as the recollection of four Trollings came into his thoughts and brought a pang of sadness with it. He didn’t want to answer no, but he didn’t exactly want to go on admitting that he did have brothers, for he knew his daughter would certainly flock him with questions that would require him to reveal much about his boyband past. So, instead, he stuttered an “I… I-I don’t know…”
“What?” Brenda was appalled by his answer. “Daddy, how could you not know if you have a brother?”
“Hey, you know what I do know?” Bruce said, making sure his tone remained as chill as he was hoping it was sounding. “That it is time for bedtime!”
The girl giggled. “Don’t be silly, Daddy, I’m not tired.” But her statement instantly became null and void when she opened her little mouth and let out a big yawn.
The Troll let out a sigh of relief. Whew, what a save! In reality, it was difficult to tell when exactly it was bedtime. The sun on Vacay Island never set. But, in time, he had gotten used to keeping track of the hours in the day. And for his daughter it really was time to hit the hay. “Come on,” he cooed, grabbing her hand and guiding her back indoors and back to her bedroom. Bruce helped in tucking her in, pulling the blanket over her and kissing her forehead.
“Sweet dreams, Bren,” he said.
Brenda yawned again, and sleepily smiled up at him. “G’night, Daddy…” It was only a minute later that she was snoring contently.
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Give it up, Bruce, a voice in the back of his head chimed. They’re already shiny enough.
It was true. There was no need to grab any more globs of the goopy wax and apply it to his collection of surfboards. They were already ready to go, to be grabbed at a moment’s notice and go sailing the waves like he loved to do in the evenings. But Bruce couldn’t help it. The motion of running his hands over the board, of being able to be occupied with something to do was soothing to his nerves. And he had to soothe himself for sure, after the memories of that awful night returned to him.
It’s your fault! the voice in his brain annoyingly shouted. You were the first to quit!
He grabbed more wax and rubbed harder on the board, trying to push away the guilt. No, it wasn’t my fault… not COMPLETELY. Perhaps he had set off the chain reaction. He had known he was a big influence on Clay, so it was no surprise that the yellow-haired Troll had immediately called it quits not too long after Bruce had ripped his purple vest in two. But then he thought about why he and Clay had been so allied.
It’s because of John Dory…
If JD hadn’t gotten on both their nerves, the breakup could have been avoided.
Yeah, that’s right… it’s HIS fault!
But then he sighed. No… it’s not completely. Even though he wanted to pin the blame, he couldn’t. They all could’ve worked things out. But the reality was, they hadn’t.
“Bruce?”
He perked, turning to the sound of the voice. It was that of his wife. His very tall wife. If Brenda was already making him look small, that was nothing compared to Brandy. But they made things work out. Somehow… but they did! Otherwise, Brenda and her sibling wouldn’t exist.
Brandy peered down at Bruce, her gaze almost knowing.
“Bruce,” she repeated gently, a hand subconsciously reaching up and rubbing a hand against her swollen belly. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Bruce huffed, getting back to his work. “Nothing’s wrong. What makes you think something is wrong?"
“Because you’re waxing down the surfboards,” she stated, as though it were obvious.
Bruce paused mid-swipe. Once again, it was proven that she was his soulmate. She knew him the best out of any girl he’d been with in the past. She’d figure him out in one way or another. There were no secrets between them, as he sought it should be between a husband and wife. No secrets except one. But he would tell her in time.
But… is NOW the time?
“Brucie, tell me what’s the matter,” she insisted. She crouched down, tracing a finger down through his long, flowing purple hair.
“It’s nothing, really,” he said, trying to brush the subject off. But Brandy wasn’t having it.
“Is it about Brenda?” she guessed. She’d known that he had gone to talk to her about the new baby.
“Ehh… sort of…”
Suddenly Brandy narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t have ‘the talk’ with her yet, did you? I told you to save that for when she was older!”
Bruce put his hands up. “No, no! No talk, don’t worry, my love. All I did was tell her about the family. And yeah, she had some questions, that I answered the best I could…” All except that last question, he added silently.
Brandy eyed him a second, and then understanding seemed to flood her eyes. “Ohh, I get what this is about,” she said.
The purple-haired Troll held back a gasp. “Y-you do?” No, she couldn’t possibly know, could she? He was thrilled to know that nobody on Vacay Island had known about his true identity upon his first arrival, and he’d made sure to keep it that way for many years.
Brandy nodded. “Yeah.” Then she smiled. “You’re worried about being a Dad again, aren’t you?”
Bruce relaxed. “Ahhh, yes. You got me there, honey.” He tried to laugh, but it came out nervous-sounding and uncertain.
“Aw, Bruce,” she cooed, scooping him in closer to her. “I know it can be a little scary, but hey… you’ve been doing a great job with Brenda.”
“You mean we,” he said, winking at her, “don’t jip yourself the credit, baby.”
She grinned, leaning down to peck his cheek. “And I can assure you that there’s nothing to worry about this time around. Okay?”
He gave her one nod. Bruce was a little unnerved about adding another kiddo to their family, but he felt even more unnerved in hiding the full truth from her. His gaze drifted to her belly, enlarged with the few months’ pregnancy. “Hey, kid,” he whispered softly, reaching a hand out to caress the bump. “We’ll be meeting each other pretty soon. How’s it popping in there?”
To his delight, he felt a kick in response and had to chuckle. “Yeah, I’m excited about seeing you, too. You’re gonna love our home. And your Mommy,” he said looking up at Brandy fondly. She was a wonderful mother, the best kind there was. And while they were both still fairly young parents, they found out that they were naturals.
"All right, it's about time we head in for the night. You coming? Or would you rather finish up here?" she asked amusedly.
He smirked. "Nah, I'm done. Thanks."
"Don't mention it, sweetie," Brandy replied, giving him one more kiss before grabbing him and heading for the bedroom.
As the door closed behind them and she pulled the sheets back, he flopped onto the bed, lying flat. To him, their bed was as big as the ocean, given that he was so much smaller than she. For her, it was just right. Just like their daughter, she fell asleep quickly, understandably so with how the growing life in her belly was making her energy drain quicker throughout the day. Bruce had a bit harder of a time falling asleep though, still fretting over his inability to just admit it to her already.
I will tell her, he told himself. When the time is right. I promise, Brandy...
Bruce looked over at his wife, his heart full.
I promise.
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A/N: This follows the headcanon I have that all of Bruce's kids' names start with "Br"
#trolls#trolls 3#trolls band together#spruce trolls#brandy trolls#sprandy#dreamworks#fanfiction#kittyball writes
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THINGS I ADORE ABOUT THE STRANGELY EDITED TOS BLOOPER SPECIAL THAT AIRED ON NBC:
the enterprise casually flying along upside down
"goDAMMIT-"
shatner making out too hard with a woman that it causes laughter on set
'loyal first officer of the enterprise' proceeds to show scene of Spock beating the shit out of Kirk
nimoy saying a Spock line as seriously as possible before immediately shoving a lollipop into his mouth with a smile
"aRe YoU ChALlEnGInG mE tO a DuEl-"
"if you say so mister spock, sugar"
" i know this is going to sound foolish...I FEEL LIKE HELL-"
"mister spack-!" shatner breaks himself
they always seem to have food on the set??? they're just casually eating between takes??? what in the what-
nimoy's son walking onto the set with spock ears on
shatner dragging fellow actor over to wall...proceeds to try to bury him in dirt
the parasite blob hitting nimoy directly on THE ASS-
shatner while pointing aggressively "you have no right but we have the right but you have no rights butwehavetherights-"
shatner and nimory 100% dedicating themselves to walking at sliding doors and slamming into them hard when they do not open
shatner does not like the bacon
"bob do NOT cut-"
shatner's random ass screaming boi what is the MATTER with you-
nimoy kindly telling shatner it's okay to make mistakes because he makes mistakes
"HAVE NO FEAR...SARGON IS HERE"
"...kiss me" shatner confusion intensifies as he stares at kelley
"ive got a wig problem"
ah yes the dance party on the turntable robot clone making machine
shatner pouring brandy onto co-actress' hand
bele and lokai running into each other at full speed
shatner getting kidnapped off the set mid-shoot
shatner mouthing 'i don't know what's going on' at the camera
solider actor takes a slip cue nimoy clapping
"unless you veer off..." nimoy still in character "...i shall blow my brains out"
'save it!'
the d r e a d e d c l a p p e r
'jim' im fine bones 'are you alright-' laughter
"uhhhhhh...."
"sOME BODY HELP THE CAPTAIN-" james and shatner losing it
nimoy spinning in the chair 'okay smartass'
the enterprise explodes
the cast-mostly shatner-singing happy birthday on set
#hehe made another blooper post#i only got like one terrible quality version of said special found on youtube#its chaos guys#and its mostly because of shatner#mans crazy#ABSOLUTELY CAUSING THE MOST SHENANIGANS#nimoy being a close second#star trek tos#star trek#star trek bloopers#Emotionally Compromised (OOC)#Breaching Cat (mun)
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Terrina Ave-Lo
Character Lore:
Terrina Ave-Lo is half-Jotuzon and half-Human, hailing from the Giant homeworld of El-Doe. She is of Brindlian descent on her Jotuzon form, and Puerto Rican/Taino descent on her human half, and her mothers are Empress Genn Ave-Lo (her birthgiver) and Mayor Selina Nunez.
She is nicknamed as the Incredible Shrinking Giant and the Giant of Westshore. While she felt a little uneasy being called a giant at first, she was very quick to embrace the title and her enormous stature.
She was named Terrina after the planet Earth, symbolizing her connection to the planet. Terrina is also a play on the French word Terre, which translates to Earth.
Terrina is best described as the gentlest of giants. With a heart (or two) as big as her body, Terri is as loveable and clumsy as much as she is immense and powerful, but she also has a fierce and feral temper that only explodes whenever people get on her bad side.
Her status as the first and original Giant of Westshore makes her a well-known celebrity on Earth. The human civilians of Westshore have embraced herself as the town's "adopted daughter". It sure takes a village to raise a fifty-foot-tall child.
She shrinks down to human level for the times when she needs to attend school or hang out with her human-sized friends.
Terrina has a pet Morph named Gellatine. Gelli is a protoplasmic blob with the ability to shapeshift and camouflage. Because the Morphs have already evolved centuries beyond human speech, Gellatine only communicates to her owner with murmurs, squeaks, and her shapeshifting abilties.
After briefly living inside the Wilsons garage, she now has her own giant-sized home outside of Westshore, one that is called the Starship Pod. The Starship Pod is at least 10 stories tall, and is large enough to house at least 6 giants of Terri's size.
Terrina's hobbies include making DIY art with human trinkets, playing basketball, and singing karaoke with her friends.
Her go-to karaoke songs are "Together Again" by Janet Jackson and "Sittin' Up In My Room" by Brandy
Terrina is a true Cancer. Anyone who would dare to hurt her - or her friends - will have their pitiless little soul crushed to the ground like a bug, and hell hath no fury like a giantess scorned!
She always preaches about protecting the earthlings, but even she recognizes that not all humans are worth protecting. Some humans end up being so awful and irredeemable, that she could crush them underfoot and not feel a sense of remorse.
Terri often plays as the quirky ditz to Bailynn's super-smart genius, but she’s a lot smarter and cynical than she looks.
She is fascinated and passionate about the tiny human species. Sometimes she loves being around the humans so much that she ends up isolating herself from her own people.
She has a turbulent relationship with her human mother, Selina. While Terrina is over-the-moon to have a tiny human mom, Mayor Selina often acts as her boss while also running the town, but she's also learned to be a kind and compassionate mother towards her newfound alien daughter. The Mayor often becomes a doting mother who is showing off her giant daughter as the town's (literally) biggest tourist attraction.
Terrina is Puerto Rican, through her human mother Selina Nunez. She doesn’t know much about being Puerto Rican cuz she’s a space alien, but she loves to eat all of the sweets that Selina bakes for her like pan de mallorcas and quesitos, and refuses to try mofongo or arroz con habichuelas.
She’s a very picky eater. She always eats french fries, ice cream, hot dogs, pepperoni pizza, and gummy candies. Granted, she has a diet that is more Jotuzonian than human.
She has a hilarious habit for mispronouncing human stuff she’s unfamiliar with, she also believes in misinformation about humans from her fellow Jotuzons, but she’s always willing to learn from the humans.
She has the heavenly singing voice of a Disney Princess™. While she mostly prefers to sing to herself, her voice is more likely to allure everyone around her.
Terrina's personality is as multifaceted as her heritage: She's curious, snarky, and constantly bursting with joyous energy. She's very sweet and gentle towards the tiny humans, but she becomes a fierce and terrifying force of nature when she needs to be. She absolutely DOES NOT play around when she's fighting for equality between Jotuzons and humans, and she is determined to convince the humans that the giants are not as terrifying or destructive as they imagine them to be.
Terri's a bit of klutz. As a micronized Giant, she retains her original giant strength, and she often tends to wreck everything in her path if she's not careful. She tries to neutralize her strength with her Jotu-Bracelet, but only a little bit.
She is the youngest daughter of the royal Ave-Lo family. Her older sisters are Azlin (she/her, 27 y.o.), Leyna (they/them, 23 y.o.) and Rayna (she/her, 18 y.o.).
Terrina was born eleven minutes after her twin sister Rayna. Terri was the planned child, but Rayna came out as a surprise.
The Empress kept both of the twins' half-human identity a secret for the longest time, but even their own sizeshifting abilities was harder to conceal.
Terrina felt inadequate compared to her "normal" sisters, and even worse when she shrunk down for the first time, but as she grew up, she learned to embrace her "noncomformity" as a way to sneak around the palace walls and collect human-sized trinkets in her explorations. However, Rayna doesn't prefer to shrink as often as Terri does.
She likes to joke that Rayna kept complaining to the Empress to give her a seperate room because she couldn't stand Terrina's strange obsession with humanity.
Rayna and Leyna were very protective of Terri growing up, they were the only known Jotuzons who knew about her sizeshifting powers and they watched over her safety when she shrunk down.
She had a huge collection of human artifacts in her closet and collects human-sized trinkets scattered all over El-Doe.
As the youngest daughter of Empress Genn, she remains unsure of her purpose in the royal family. She’s not a natural born leader like her eldest sister Azlin, or a genius intellect like her elder sister Leyna, or a fierce warrior like her twin sister Rayna, but she wants to be an advocate for the Jotuzons to peacefully co-exist with humans.
As opposed to Bailey wanting to leave her mark on the world, Terri prefers to go with the flow and focus on having a happy life with the things that make her life worthwhile.
Despite not being fully fluent in Spanish, Terrina started to uses Spanish endearment words to refer to Bailynn like “chica, corazón, muñequita, mi vida”, doing so makes her feel more in-touch with her human half.
She doesn't understand why some humans want to go to war with each other. She believes in harmony, peace and acceptance for ALL humans and she wants to help as many of them as she can.
Regardless of where she was born, Terrina considers herself an honorary Earthling through her mixed-species blood.
She has one mission on her mind: Stop the war. Mend the broken bond. Peaceful coexistence is how the humans and Jotuzons can learn about each other's worlds and understand each other, in spite of their size differences.
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2022 Summary
Our very first round of the Bottom Cas Reverse Bang is complete! Thank you everyone for participating and for making this a fun challenge!
Here’s a summary of all the creative collaborations that have been submitted to the challenge in 2022!
Happy browsing!
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What Were You Dreaming About?
Artist: casarts
Author: Emily
Rating: Mature
Wordcount: 6544
Warnings/Tags: Canon Compliant, Fix-It, Angst, Pining, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder – PTSD, Dreams, Nightmares, Hell, Naked and Covered In Bees, Purgatory, The Empty, NSFW Art, It's just a naked bum, but still
Summary:
Dean was never one for prophetic dreams, in fact, that was more Sammy’s gig. Especially when they were finding out about yellow eyes and demon blood. But as Dean stands here, admiring Castiel, he remembers. He’s dreamed this before.
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The love you left behind
Artist: reafre
Author: Oriana (peacewhendone / graceonastring)
Rating: Teen and Up
Wordcount: 22,521
Tags/Warnings: Post-Canon Fix-It, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Amara as God (Supernatural), Self-Medication, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Minor mentions of Dean picking someone up in a bar
Summary:
The first time Dean saw him - it - whatever it was, he was three bottles deep. He’d started with whiskey, then moved to brandy, and was still working on the vodka. Don’t mix your liquors, boy, his dad’s voice echoes. Dean thinks maybe he should’ve listened. Because now he’s staring at a blurry blob of color: black, tan, blue. It’s a combination that makes him hone in on it whenever he’s out in public, every time he catches a glance of it from the corner of his eye. But the owner of the colors is never the one he’s looking for.
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Wings to Dance
Artist: stillwinchester
Author: SundayZenith
Rating: Teen and Up
Wordcount: 12k
Tags/Warnings: No smut; some sexual humor; normal human au; discussions of homophobia, biphobia, past homelessness, and bad parenting (all past); fluff, humor, angst, hurt/comfort; destiel
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"Like always Dean was caught off guard by how- well. Beautiful the dancer was. The way he moved, the unashamed way he displayed his body, the lines and plains he created when twisting this way or that. Not to mention the unfairly attractive face -- this guy hit all of Dean’s marks for male partners, with his messy hair and pink lips that made Dean think of things that would make a nun blush. The name, Angel Dance Studio, made all too much sense, watching him -- if angels were real, this dancer’s face would surely be the face they wore. Even his eyes, something Dean rarely got to make out, were the most captivating shade of blue, electrifying you and freezing you at once when they suddenly turned on you- Like they were now." -- A night of awkward conversations, humiliating moments, and halfhearted attempts at trying to learn to dance for his brother's wedding take a surprising turn for the better for Dean when he realizes he accidentally locked himself out of his car. He and Castiel, the dance instructor he's admired from afar for so long, end up bonding over buried memories of past pain and find themselves dancing towards a brighter future together.
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Book Ends
Artist: Diminuel
Author: Setsuna Noroi
Rating: Teen and Up
Wordcount: 7891
Tags/Warnings: Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Top Dean Winchester, Threesome snuggling, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Happier ending than season 15 gave us, Reverse Big Bang Bottom Cas 2022
Summary:
Dean ends up meeting an alternative version of himself from another world where life seems perfect for this other Dean Winchester, except the rich man from HunterCorp is missing one very important thing in his life, Castiel. When this Dean gets smitten by the angel, it's up to the original Winchester to decide just how he's gonna deal with it. A fluffier possible end for destiel and Season 15 over all.
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The Very Touch of You
Artist: jetblackfeeling
Author: paceprompting
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 6299
Tags/Warnings: Sex in/on the Impala (Supernatural), honeymoon sex, Married Castiel/Dean Winchester, I know they're married in February, But I made it summer, because why not, Road Head, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Praise Kink, Light Dom/sub, Rimming, Overstimulation, Fluff and Crack, they deserve to be happy your honor, BCRB 2022, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, NSFW Art
Summary:
Dean and Cas go on their honeymoon and get up to their usual hijinks. As well as some new ones.
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The Dance
Artist: MOEM
Author: PetraAmia
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 7686
Tags/Warnings: Omegaverse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Mating Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dancing
Summary:
Tradition dictates that omegas must Dance for their mates, though what kind of dance is up to them. Dean has trained for ages just to get ready for his first ever dance, his first ever showing as an Omega. Its an eventful evening but will it be everything he wanted, and then some?
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Reparations
Artist: Diminuel
Author: raths_kitten
Rating: Teen and Up
Wordcount: 14246
Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe – Royalty, Alternate Universe – Fantasy, Prince Dean Winchester, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins (Supernatural), Romance
Summary:
When Dean returns from war to meet the family of the man who has saved his life, he finds Jimmy’s wife dead, his daughter sent to a nunnery and his brother impoverished. Dean will do whatever he can to make their life better - and maybe they might even make his own life better in turn.
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By Invitation Only (aka: Tackling Mt. PDA.)
Artist: Blusxa
Author: Inkblooded_Witch
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 15820
Tags/Warnings: Dean/Castiel – Freeform, Sam/eileen – Freeform Top! Dean, Himbo! Dean, Personal Trainer/Dietician! Dean, Bottom! Castiel, Auditor! Castiel, Touch Averse! Castiel, Anxiety over PDA, Domestic Fluff, Smut, BCRB 2022
Summary:
The only way Castiel has managed to keep himself together and functioning is by applying order to the chaos around him. He has yet to meet a problem that can’t be sequenced or boxed or logged on a spreadsheet, there is a place for everything and everything better be in its place. The exception to this is his boyfriend, whom he loves dearly, chaos and all. Dean is the exception to a number of rules, for better or worse. But if the man would stop trying to touch him in public, that would be swell.
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i’m your huckleberry
Artist: casarts
Author: markofcain
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 8782
Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Human Castiel, Stripper Castiel, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Anal Sex, Light Bondage, POV Dean Winchester, Apologizing Dean Winchester, Light Dom/sub
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One night Dean goes to a strip club after a hunt. He meant to burn off some steam, not to find his angel-turned-human best friend on the stage, shedding layers of his cowboy outfit one by one.
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Pour Me A Memory
Artist: stillwinchester
Author: drama_queen77
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 11801
Tags/Warnings: Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Memory Loss, Bartender Dean Winchester, Post-Season/Series 15, Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On, Dean Winchester Never Died In That Fucking Barn, sam and eileen are married, Pregnant Eileen Leahy, Jack Kline as God, Ruler of Hell Rowena MacLeod, Caring Rowena MacLeod, Castiel is Saved from the Empty (Supernatural), Psychological Torture, Drinking & Talking, Dean Winchester Likes Fruity Drinks Now, Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester, Power Bottom Castiel (Supernatural), Top Dean Winchester, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Making Love, because the author is a sappy-ass bitch, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester
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Jack, Sam, Eileen, and Dean rescue Castiel from the Empty, where he is being tormented by the Shadow as punishment for waking it up. Unfortunately, crossing the barrier between the two dimensions erases all of Dean's memories of Cas. The gang calls Rowena for help, but it turns out Dean and Cas have to work it our for themselves.
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The Treasure of the Seven Seas
Artist: reafre
Author: NoaVice
Rating: Mature
Wordcount: 14193
Tags/Warnings: mer!Castiel, human!dean, depictions of blood, Comfort/Angst, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Bad Parent John Winchester, Happy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending, jellyfish!meg, Interspecies Relationship(s), Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe, Teenagers, No Sex, No Smut, Hurt/Comfort, BCRB2022
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After almost drowning, Dean was saved by a merman named Castiel. The friendship they developed hit a wall when Castiel stopped showing up to their meetings. Was his disappearance had something to do with Dean's dad's job as a sea-monsters hunter? And if it was, could Dean act against his deepest wish to get his father's approval, and do something about it?
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A different type of love
Artist: blusxa
Author: Angelblade1996
Rating: General Audiences
Wordcount: 6772
Tags/Warnings: Bad Parent John Winchester, Coming Out, High School, Teen Romance
Summary:
Come join Cas and Dean on their last journey as high school students. Watch Cas’s relationship with Dean go from good to messy to good in the meantime watching them enjoy these last few months of school with their friends. Hope you enjoy the story
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my bloody sword to swing
Artist: Diminuel
Author: Zaffre
Rating: Mature
Wordcount: 8736
Tags/Warnings: Season/Series 15, Season/Series 15 Spoilers, Alternate Season/Series 15, Alternate Ending, Bottom Cas, Top Dean, Dean Winchester Has Anger Issues, Declarations Of Love, First Kiss, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, First Time, the sex isn't explicit - more of a rom com sort of thing, Billie ships it kinda
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An alternate take on season 15. Belphegor succeeds in capturing the ghosts, Billie is not a villain, and they defeat Chuck in a different way.
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Stung by the Queen Bee
Artist: casarts
Author: magicaldino
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 6406
Tags/Warnings: 7x23 bonus scene, canon-divergent, semi-public sex, (very) organic lube, dubcon only in the sense that Cas was just in a mental hospital, anal sex
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An innocent commentary on monkeys and lipstick has Dean struggling with his sexuality. With the impending apocalypse on the horizon, Cas makes a confession that changes everything.
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Until I Found You
Artist: Blusxa
Author: CasslessChaps
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 7360
Tags/Warnings: Light Angst, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings, Meet-Ugly, Hurt/Comfort, Bartender Dean Winchester, POV Alternating, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Violence Minor Injuries, Gun Violence, it's not described in detail, Mild Blood, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Cas Reverse Bang 2022 (Supernatural)
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“You gonna fix me all up?” Dean teased, “Damn, at least buy a guy dinner first. Actually…” Dean looked as if he was debating something before he opened his mouth again, “Let me buy you dinner and I’ll let you play doctor on me all you want.” “Don’t make this dirty,” Cas warned. ——————————— Dean owed money to the wrong people. When he didn’t pay up, he got jumped in the alley behind the bar he worked at. A beautiful stranger saw what happened and showed him more kindness than anyone before. That man was named Cas and their connection was instantaneous. The night then took a surprising turn from Cas tending to Dean’s injuries to something a little… less innocent.
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For the Love of Pie
Artist: Stillwinchester
Author: LuluDLR
Rating: Teen and Up
Wordcount: 6948
Tags/Warnings: Baker Dean Winchester, YouTuber Castiel
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Castiel has a comfortable life. He has a sucessful cooking channel on Youtube, a nice house, and a blooming garden. What more could he ask for? His answer comes when he has to unexpectantly face the handsome stranger who lives next door for stealing his pie and compleatly embarsing him in his latest video by doing so.
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The Calendar
Artist: hitori-alouette
Author: HCMichele
Rating: Teen and Up
Wordcount: 7906
Tags/Warnings: AU - Modern Setting, Kid Fic, Librarian Castiel, Firefighter Dean Winchester, Single Parent Dean Winchester, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together.
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When one looks at Castiel Novak, the director of the Kansas State Library, they don’t expect that shy, reserved guy to hang pictures of half-naked men in his office. Except that he does. And it’s not just any men. It’s Dean Winchester, the hottest firefighter (the irony wasn’t lost on him) to ever pose for steamy Calendar shots, and the only thing that gets him through the daily hardships of his job. It would be truly a terrible thing if Castiel’s favorite child in the children’s reading sessions at the library, who’s also Dean’s six year old son, somehow saw that.
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These beer, wine, and liquor bottles from a late 19th- to early 20th-century logging camp in western Oneida County, Wisconsin, show a little variety in the beverages the occupants of the site consumed. The bottle on the far left has a slightly tapering top with a grooved ring, what is known as a brandy or wine finish. The second from the left has a straight top with a grooved ring, which is a straight brandy or wine finish, also known as a whiskey finish or a tapered collar with ring. These types of finishes were used on liquor bottles of various sizes and shapes in the latter half of the 19th century to the early 20th century (Lindsey 2021). Also among the liquor bottles was a clear base with “FULL PINT” embossed on the lower body (center left, bottom). The third bottle has a blob finish, which looks like a glob of glass had been applied to the top of the bottle. Such finishes were used on beer bottles from the 1870s to the 1910s (Lindsey 2021). The necks of these bottles have stopper closures, meaning a cork or other type of plug would have been inserted in the mouth to close the bottle. On the far right is the body and base of a dark olive green wine bottle.
Lindsey, Bill
2021 Bottle Finishes & Closures Part II: Types or Styles of Finishes. Electronic document, https://sha.org/bottle/finishes.htm, accessed March 21, 2023.
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BCRB 2022: The Love You Left Behind
Story Title: The love you left behind
Author: Oriana (peacewhendone / graceonastring)
Artist: reafre
Rating: Teen and Up
Wordcount: 22,544
Tags/Warnings: Post-Canon Fix-It, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Amara as God (Supernatural), Self-Medication, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Minor mentions of Dean picking someone up in a bar
Soundtrack: Here
Summary: The first time Dean saw him - it - whatever it was, he was three bottles deep. He’d started with whiskey, then moved to brandy, and was still working on the vodka. Don’t mix your liquors, boy, his dad’s voice echoes.
Dean thinks maybe he should’ve listened. Because now he’s staring at a blurry blob of color: black, tan, blue. It’s a combination that makes him hone in on it whenever he’s out in public, every time he catches a glance of it from the corner of his eye. But the owner of the colors is never the one he’s looking for.
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Today's Twelvetide Drabble is again a ficlet - for the prompt "necklace".
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It was just a little thing. He’d given Mary much fancier necklaces, bought at Bridgetown jewelers for birthdays or anniversaries – rubies set in gold rivieres, emeralds in worked settings, even one that was four strands of pearls much fatter and more uniform than these. But they’d been purchased with his inheritance, his father’s money. This thin strand of irregular, iridescent blobs that rested in Stede’s pocket was one of the first things he’d bought with the proceeds of theft, and it felt all the more his because of it. But it wasn’t his, not really, because the second he’d decided to get the necklace, it had become Ed’s.
And then he’d kept it to himself during their reunion and the days that followed, because … well. Things still weren’t easy between them, and every time he considered making a gift of it he pulled back – it felt like trying to buy his way back into Ed’s good graces.
Until, finally, there was a day where everything went right – where they joked, and helped each other, and went off on long tangents that made the crew roll their eyes, and then in the evening they went together to the cabin for some shared brandy. It was just like old times, and without the feeling that he sometimes had that Ed briefly forgot why there was a distance between them (always followed by an extra burst of coldness when he remembered again). It was, perhaps, the beginning of a true forgiveness.
So after he set the decanter down, he glanced over at Ed, serene and warm in the firelight, and drew the pearls out of his pocket. Holding an end in each hand, he approached the sofa, half of him telling the other half that this might be a terrible idea that broke whatever fragile thing was growing between them.
“May I?” he asked, and Ed looked over. He glanced down at the necklace, then back at Stede’s face, and after a moment he nodded. Hardly daring to believe it, Stede went to stand behind him, draping the necklace in the air in front of Ed’s throat until Ed tilted up his chin and leaned forward slightly. Hands shaking, Stede managed to fasten the clasp after two failed tries. As he stepped back and around to the other side of the sofa, he said, “It’s not what you deserve, but –”
“It’s fine.” Ed’s voice was hoarse. One hand stole up to feel the necklace with fingertips that weren’t too steady themselves, and he blinked rapidly. “It’s – fine. Thank you.”
“I’ll get you better jewels,” Stede promised, perching at the other end of the admittedly small piece of furniture. “As we go. I’m getting better at the whole piracy thing.”
Ed opened his mouth, then shut it again. The hand resting on the pearl necklace came forward to rest against Stede’s cheek, and he leaned toward Stede in a way Stede couldn’t hep but reciprocate.
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sometimes i think about Rolan working on the tower's cannons and i get a little lightheaded. does he roll up his sleeves? does he get covered in gem dust and grease? does the spellwork make him sweaty??
much to ponder 🤔
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LOVE AS DEVOTION
“I Will” by Mitski, x, “Cherry” by Mary Karr, Happy Together by Wong Kar Wai, “Sonya Alone” from Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812, Jules from Euphoria, “Fuck Anyone Who’s Not a Sea Blob,” “Party of One” by Brandi Carlile
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hey brandi!! i have a editing question for you. i was wondering how you get the sky to be so pretty in your edits? mine is always boring and blue. i know there’s some sky replacements out there so i was just wondering what you use. sorry if this has been asked before!!
hey!! i use twinkle toes lighting mod, which is beautiful, but it doesn't usually change the way the sky itself looks; that's all photoshop! specifically the sky replacement tool (edit → sky replacement) does 90% of the work for me:
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but the downside is that this tool only comes with the newest version of photoshop, so most cr*cked versions won’t have it :( in the past, i used to google pictures of sunsets, paste them over my image, mess with the blend mode to make it look more natural, maybe blur it, and then carefully erase the leaves on an individual basis. so it’s definitely possible if you have some time to spare!! i still do this to a lesser extent even with the tool, because as you can see above, some of the leaves get faded & blurry.
also, whether you’re using the sky replacement tool or doing it by hand, adding light leaks & drawing little blobs of matching colors around the edges of the leaves will help tie it all together (i didn’t do this for the above pics because i’m lazy, but hopefully you understand what i mean fjkjsd). and then running topaz studios or topaz clean over top will make it look more cohesive! i hope that helps 💖
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Not the absolution you expected.
Dream has been reduced to a green and white smear on the weeping obsidian floor by Tommy.
Bones shattered, flesh rended from the graveled bone, organs forced to burst under excess pressure.
Through it all he maintained that damned unflinching smile.
The blood (if the neon green fluid that first appeared when Tommy broke Dreams right arm backward could even be considered blood) and remnants of strange organs (not that Tommy ever intentionally examined what internal organs looked like) that Tommy was covered in made a macabre if slightly humorous sight.
If the origin of the mess wasn’t made clear, one could mistake Tommy for being covered in paint and clay from an particularly enthusiastic art project.
Huddled up in a corner Tommy stares over his knee’s at the chunky puddle with broken quartz shards that used to be the rat bastard. It was easy. Tommy had had enough of being around Dream, had had enough of Dream existing. So the decision was made to murder him. He didn’t even struggle, despite clearly seeing it coming. Even gave pointers on how to more effectively tear him apart.
He ignored the explosion of vibrations coming from his communicator, not even registering the dread of facing everyone in clothes stained with dried blood and viscera.
His sleep was oddly calm for the events that transpired, though it did not last for a whole cycle. A crackle like fire was the sound that finally woke him. His gaze snapped to the lava, hoping to hear the hum of redstone and clank of piston against blackstone and obsidian. That hope was dashed to be replaced with confusion as he heard that crackle of fire once again. Turning to the sound his confusion became horror as he beheld what was once a puddle of blob god.
Where once was a smearing and splattering of neon green blood and tissue against every surface of the back of the cell, lied a perfect circle of Dream parts that didn’t even look like it had dried for a second. Looking down at his clothes and arms Tommy confirmed the gnawing suspicion. There was nothing on him. No blood, no chunks, not even a stain. As if he hadn’t butchered the monster himself.
He heard the crackle again and looked towards to the puddle to see no obvious changes. He should have walked up to the puddle. He should have taken every piece of pastel white flesh he could find and used it as a mop for the blood and threw them into the lava. It wouldn’t have helped much, but it would have slowed things down.
With the terror in his heart however, he merely watched as bit by bit, the pieces of bone he had graveled reformed themselves. Then came the popping and slotting of bone into their proper places. Up next were the major organs forming out of the organic slurry Tommy had reduced Dream to, to be placed neatly over eachother.
Tommy will never forget the sight or sound of nerves and veins crawling out of a puddle like snakes or particularly autonomous plants.
Finally, flesh, fat, and muscle formed to cover up the internals and fill out the reformed body of Dream.
Dream: ...
Tommy: ...
Dream: ...Aw man. That was my only jumpsuit.
Tommy: ... What the hell are you?
Dream: Three off the correct question but since it’s gotten you talking I’ll indulge you. Consider a creature that exists to foster community. What would fracturing that community do to it? Hurt it of course as it is failing it’s reason to be. It does not break however as it is not weak, though doubt has entered it’s mind.
Tommy: ...
Dream: The pain however would compromise it’s belief in the Light of the world. Such corruption is minor however. It tries to return it’s community to it’s previous form and pretty much succeeds, But it’s kindness betrays it. It gives the rot a chance to reclaim the stolen parts of his community. Yet again his kindness bites him as he waives the victory in favor, of mercy at a price.
Tommy: ...
Dream: Of course despite the act being of his own foolish volition it still hurts. His kingdom is still fractured. Splintered. Against itself. But he endures. It can’t be that bad after all right? Will just take some getting used to. Then he came. That pathetic brandy ram. Took the splintered of piece of his community and turned it from gray to black. Another jab to his belief. He was meant to maintain a community. Cultivate and spread a Light throughout the world.
Tommy: Did a shit job of that, monster.
Dream: Oh yeah I agree he did an awful job at it. People always forget the PR aspect of things, and it always ends up with things in flames. Anyway I won’t prattle on for longer as even you can see where this is going. Things go wrong Dream attempts to stop it form doing so and eithers succeeds at a cost or fails. Breaking his belief a little more. Even ignoring that losing his friends did a lot to help him-
Tommy: Get to the point bitch!
Dream: Right right no more prattling. The point is there's only so much damage to ones belief that one can take. Eventually a person’s gonna break, and at some point he did. Not all the way he didn’t expresssly desire to cause suffering for sufferings sake, but he did enjoy it while he worked to get his community as unfucked as he could.
Tommy: So yeah you revealed what you always were: pure evil.
Dream: Sure let’s go with that, anyway with the destruction of his beliefs he just needed a little push off the edge to finally die and voila he’d be gone for good, even beyond the normal reach of mortality.
Tommy: What the fuck is with your third person shit?
Dream: That’s the clincher Tommy, I’m not Dream!
Tommy: Shut the fuck up.
Dream?: Yeah as it turns out murdering someone, even an immortal, hurts them emotionally. So with three deaths by the person he despises the most Dream legitimately died after your savaging. Congratulations! *Deadpool Clapping*
Tommy: Then who the fuck are you?
Dream?: Oh I guess you could called me their kid, if you wanted. More accurately I’m their skill talents and knowledge divorced of his perspective via agony and death, but child of Dre is snappier.
Tommy:... ohgodohgodohgod.
Dream?: Yeah it’s a bit of a mouthful even then right? Gotta come up with something better. I’m currently feeling... Tulpa.
Tommy: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Tulpa?: You know a god form from the wish of the masses? A bit pretentious but I’m hoping to live up to it.
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Song Tag
Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to! Put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag five people. No skipping!!
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I have one giant blob playlist so yeah
Who Is She 2 U - Brandy
Malamente - Rosalia
Waiting - Alice Boman
I Need My Girl - The National (cough Brio cough)
Chamber Music - Paolo Nutini
Beach Baby - Bon Iver
Zealots of Stockholm - Childish Gambino
Let Me Hit It - Etta Bond (A Brio bop)
Really Love - D'Angelo
The Morning - The Weeknd (see you in October bae)
I feel like everyone's done it and I'm too lazy to check so I'll just waddle away 👍🏼😄
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Ghostbusters: Afterlife - Trailer A Breakdown
“Troy, wondering what you thought about that new Ghostbusters trailer?”
Well, I’ve waited thirty years for this moment. Something tells me that my long-winded and verbose writing sensibilities won’t be able to convey my thoughts in a text message or 140 characters on Twitter. Welcome anyone that I’ve pointed in this direction. I’ve been waiting an awful long time for this. And that’s not to be dismissive of the wonderful experience and entertaining film we received just three short years ago. This is something different. But the same. Something new, but also something familiar. In one word?
Wow.
Quite a bit to unpack in a trailer revealing the first details on what has otherwise been a very tight-lipped production. Needless to say, the first real look at Jason Reitman’s Ghostbusters: Afterlife blew me away. The direct sequel to Ghostbusters II looks to take some twists and turns, while incorporating the iconography and elements that made the original film and its sequel so popular in the 80’s. To be completely honest, it’s quite difficult to sit here and put into words my reaction to seeing a trailer for a movie I’ve been waiting 30 years to see. Excited doesn’t even begin to describe just how fun and exciting this trailer release has been. Not to mention just how special this film release will be.
But you’re not here for a review or my sentiments, you’re here for a breakdown to the trailer with a few comments and screen grabs.
Let’s do it, eh?
Hitting the Road
Right out of the gate, some stunning cinematography from Eric Steelberg on full-display here as a car full of teenage kids approach what appears to be an old mine elevator at the top of an incredible looking vista. Kids being kids, golden hour in full effect, it’s a lovely first introduction to the world in which this film will inhabit. Finn Wolfhard’s character Trevor answers a pointed question that his family has moved to Summerville because they’re completely broke. To the point that he’s getting a haircut at home by his own mother, Callie (played by Carrie Coon). We’re meeting a family on some hard times, forced to make a hard turn in their lives because of finances.
Grandpa’s “Creepy Old Farmhouse”
The family pulls up to a farmhouse and barn that looks like they’ve both seen better days. A giant barn with a collapsed roof and several silos surround a Gothic looking weather vein riddled house that may as well be out of the Addams Family. Dire circumstances have forced them to move to a family farm inherited from an, as of now, unknown grandfather. Phoebe (played by Mckenna Grace) gets out of the car with a look on her face that says it all. And those eyeglasses… well, we’ve all talked about who those look like they belong to at great length.
Something’s Amiss
Trevor’s tender moment with a new friend (Celeste O’Connor’s still as-of-yet-unrevealed character) is interrupted by the mine elevator they’re sitting on shakes violently and a green glow emanates from the mine below them. All is not picture-perfect Americana in Summerville as we’ve been led to believe. An entity explodes from the mine, escaping into the air and pushing the teenagers back in the process. That glimpse of our paranormal haunting kicks us into the studio and production company logos.
Bron Studios/Bron Media Logo
Interestingly, no Ghost Corps logo attached to the trailer. But there is a newcomer to both the trailer and the teaser poster released on Friday, Bron Studios. A Canadian company, Bron gets a logo right after Sony/Columbia possibly suggesting they’re a financial backer of the film or a large partner in some shape or form. A quick look at iMDB shows that Aaron L. Gilbert of Bron Media has been added as an Executive Producer to the film as well.
Earthquakes and Mr. Grooberson
Here’s our first real taste of how Paul Rudd’s character will factor into the film. He’s intrigued by Summerville’s seismic activities, given the fact that it doesn’t lie on a fault line, nor does it have any of the telltale signs of locations that should be moving and shaking. The protagonist family huddles under a table during a quake where we get a good taste of the film’s humor courtesy of Trevor with a quippy one-liner about the summer that they died under a table. So what is happening? Stay tuned. Also, admittedly I was too distracted by the beautiful lighting in the shot with Trevor to notice the symmetrical book stacking visual gag in the background until others pointed it out. Well played, set dec team. I’d expect there will be visual easter eggs like this throughout the entirety of the film.
Mystery Box Revealed
Following one of the quakes at their new home, Phoebe seemingly finds a loose floorboard and a sliding puzzle that has been left behind by their grandfather to hide the presence of a familiar ghost trap. Which Phoebe takes to school and shows off to her still unnamed friend, played by Logan Kim. The sight of a ghost trap tickles Mr. Grooberson, who connects it with the famed-Ghostbusters who saved New York City back in the 1980’s. The kids have no idea of the existence of ghosts, nor what occurred back in 1984 near Central Park. Grooberson is more than happy to educate them.
Jason Reitman Front and Center
After the ghost trap’s appearance, Jason Reitman (deservedly so) gets a card proclaiming the film coming from him as a writer-director hyphenate. The credit comes over an industrial space with a whole lot of Ridley Scott creep-factor going on. If I had one nit to pick with the trailer, it’s the producer in me that is concerned poor Jason’s credit never resolves with the “R” in Reitman not obstructed by the light blooming in the center of the frame.
A Free-Roaming… Something?
Right after Jason Reitman’s card, comes a panning shot across the same industrial space where a gelatinous blob is in the distance doing something. It’s tough to make out exactly what type of entity we’re looking at here, but it seems to appear (and move) like a microscopic organism or something found at the depths of the sea. Which I quite enjoy. A ghost that looks unlike anything we’ve ever seen before. Also worth noting that the movements feel practical - there is weight and almost a rubbery movement to it just like the creature designs from the shop in the 80’s. Love it.
New York Was Like the Walking Dead
Mr. Grooberson shows Phoebe and Logan Kim’s character archival footage from the 1980’s where he remembers seeing the ghost trap utilized as a kid. The Ghostbusters were a phenomenon 35 years ago, but have been forgotten. As history tends to move on and generations aren’t impacted by the events of their elders, they’re learning about who the Ghostbusters were. Phoebe comments that her mother has never spoken of the events that took place in New York and that their father isn’t in the picture.
Of note, these two shots are incredible angles that I don’t believe I’ve seen before. Perhaps the result of Jason Reitman and his post production team digging into the mines and finding the original dailies and negative from the 1984 film for use in Afterlife?
PKE Readings and “Does This Pole Still Work?”
Phoebe seems to have found other Ghostbusting equipment and uses it to trace readings back to a makeshift shed. Presumably a continuation of the scene based on the editing, Phoebe slides down a fire pole (!!!) to a subterranean hidden space. She continues to follow readings on the PKE Meter, finding equipment including the orange piece of machinery taken from the original Ghostbusters at Columbia University, a Betamax recorder in the far distance, an oscilloscope, and a whole lot of fungi growing in jars. The camera pans over sample dishes of spores, molds and fungus collections, (subtly cued with Phoebe talking about picking through the rubble of her grandfather’s life) and then continues past a proton pack in progress of assembly.
Admittedly, this was the first moment in the trailer where I could feel my heart doing backflips. We’re seeing the past through Phoebe’s eyes and everything looks, feels, and sounds like Ghostbusters. I love it. This movie is about discovery, as we’ve heard over and over. To me, it feels a bit like we’re (the viewer - the broader public outside of us fans) are rediscovering our love for what made these movies so popular.
The Shoe Drops
This is where any other trailer would take the opportunity to pepper in the bass drops, kick in the soft-breathy cover version of Ray Parker Jr.’s theme song, or some other overused trope. But Ghostbusters Afterlife takes a pretty bold stance and tries something different. And to me, it really works. When Mr. Grooberson discovers that the ghost trap isn’t a replica and is, in fact a real ghost trap (and may be occupied still), he questions who Phoebe is, as there’s a cut to Phoebe’s hand grazing over a rack of flight suits revealing the name tag, “Spengler” barely having enough time to resolve before a smash to black.
In what is absolutely a stroke of genius of whomever is responsible for this wonderful trailer, Bill Murray’s line for the original movie as Venkman and Stantz share a bottle of Apricot Brandy talking about going into business for themselves takes on a whole new meaning: “Call it fate, call it luck, call it karma. I believe everything happens for a reason,” is said while - - to my ear - - a new rendition of the same Elmer Bernstein cue that plays under the scene swells.
A Certified Genius or an Authentic Wacko
After a “Next Summer” sell card, another beautiful Americana (c/o Calgary) vista of the Shandor Mining Company. Interesting, perhaps Ivo Shandor from the original film fancied himself an entrepreneur at one point before he became an architect? Or perhaps this is a result of his interest in metallurgy mentioned by Stantz? Perhaps he mined his own supplies for projects? Either way, I’m starting to think that Sumeriaville… ahem… sorry… Summerville might be following in a classic trope of some of the best horror stories. A town with an incredibly horrible secret. Warning signs don’t matter to Phoebe and Logan Kim’s character as they trudge ahead.
Hello, Beautiful
Meanwhile, in the narrative of our trailer, Trevor follows in Phoebe’s footsteps into the fields of the farm and finds something of his own: a beautiful (but a little rusty) 1959 Miller-Meteor Cadillac as the ground shakes again, something shatters through a row of school buses seemingly attacking Phoebe, and the town goes into high-alert. Amid the chaos, there’s a striking 20 frames or so of Phoebe staring into a horrifying fire pit of arms - lost souls? Something else? And immediately after that, Mr. Grooberson frantically tries to escape from a snarling beast that slams a foot on the hood of his automobile. Trevor’s Ecto-1 adventure continues as he turns the key and an homage that would make Laszlo Kovacs proud reveals the familiar license plate and front grill emerging from the garage and into the field for a joy ride. The ol’ Ecto has a whole lotta horsepower left in the tank.
Damn Right, This Thing Has a Gunner’s Seat
And that’s when the trailer hits us. What can and should be the most amazing surprise in the trailer (if not unfortunately spoiled for you by a few self-interested rotten apples with horrible cell phone photos) - this isn’t the Ecto we’re familiar with. Perhaps an explanation as to why it’s the ol’ Ecto-1, or maybe the car was always being changed throughout the duration of the Ghostbusters’ longevity, THIS Ectomobile looks to have been heavily modified for field work. Phoebe, with a thrower in her hand, swivels out into an attack position and we’re off to the races. The Ecto-1, with Phoebe in the gunner position, looks to be chasing the microscopic entity seen earlier in the industrial space - though some people have speculated that might be Slimer, I don’t think that’s the case. Either way… Dear Hasbro, take my money now. My goodness, what an awesome set-piece (and toyetic moment) that looks like it will be.
Everything about this movie speaks to me. It’s playing with my nostalgia. It’s also giving us something new and the promise of the next generation discovering the Ghostbusters both on-screen and off. The fact that a main character is named Trevor for some reason immediately made me think of my amazing former boss and now guide to the next generation of comedy Trevor Albert, who was a long-time friend and colleague of Harold Ramis. Phoebe’s an intriguing character and the friendship that we saw Mckenna Grace and Logan Kim develop via social media throughout the course of the production seems to have carried over to their on-screen performances.
Of course, noticeably absent are any of the original cast members. But, as the theme of this trailer and seemingly the movie as a whole is discovery and things slowly unfolding, I can imagine that moment will be saved until the absolute very end of the marketing campaign. If the cast isn’t kept in secret similar to Mark Hamill in The Force Awakens completely. To be completely honest, I don’t want to see another frame until opening day of the film itself. And if this is the only trailer they release, that would be a wonderful mystery box. Particularly for this Ghostbusters podcast host who would have to break another TV spot or trailer down frame by frame. I get the sense that the less we know and see about this movie before the first viewing experience, the better.
But most of all - - the iconography, the designs from Stephen Dane, Michael C. Gross, and so many other artists has carried over successfully and looks authentic. This is no replica, as the trailer blatantly tells us. This is the real deal.
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