#but i’m dreaming only about like. my family and it’s god fucking awful
Text
i know i’ve talked about my horrifyingly vivid nightmares on here before (and definitely in therapy!) but like. how on earth do you stop them. i’m not anxious in my waking life, the anti anxiety/sleep medication i take just gives me different kinds of vivid nightmares. what’s a guy to do
#my therapist was just like. yeah! dreams are nuts we don’t really know what’s up with them#like ok! why WHY why are mine LIKE THIS. usually it’s tight#but i’m dreaming only about like. my family and it’s god fucking awful#had one the other night i was in a. space station w my dad and mama and i checked my phone#and we all had missed calls from my sister and a voicemail that was like well! the world is ending and i’m still here! love you all!#and then um like the moon burst like a balloon (honestly looked like jean jacket in nope)#and that fucked with gravity and sucked our ship round and round closer to the sun#ones where my mom isn’t my mom she’s some scary awful dream mom#sometimes she leaves me behind or won’t let me come home#or sometimes she’s being sooo mean to my sister and it makes me so sad#and none of it is REAL!#we all love each other we’re all on good terms i miss the hell out of my sister n mom who are in different states#but AHHHHH it fucks with me#i had one last night that my partner died#which is a real life fear of mine. i don’t know what i would do if anything happened to him#n in my dream i was talking to someone about and saw an old couple walk by holding hands#and my loss and heartbreak felt SO REAL..like that should be US old and in love!#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
an incomplete list of things that will make me go feral if they’re included in the movie:
alex pulling henry in the red room and “impugning his virtue” against a painting of alexander hamilton and amy out the door pretending not to know what that horny little bitch of fsotus is up to
henry offering to get out of alex’s life to make it easier for him and alex brushing it off, only to realise later what henry was truly offering him and how stupid he was not to see it
oscar talking to alex at the lake house. oscar seeing him and accepting him. alex looking at henry, nora and june (yes i know she’s not in the movie just let me dream. he can be looking at henry, nora and pez too) and feeling like his world is complete. the night on the porch swing. sometimes you just jump and hope it’s not a cliff. the night in the lake. the little stone of certainty alex feels in his chest as he’s making breakfast.
yeah so just the lake house part
uma thurman delivering a power point presentation about dating the prince of england and alex running out when she brings up protections and pamphlets
jesus, could you stop being an obtuse fucking asshole for, like, twenty seconds?
so glad you flew here to insult me—
i fucking love you, okay?
the issue of le monde that henry keeps on his nightstand from the first time they woke up together
i want you. then fucking have me—
alex waking up in kensington in an empty bed, henry coming back, looking at alex and going “your hair in the morning is truly a wonder to behold” before making the world’s best declaration of love
“When he got older, he learned about love as a strange thing that could fall apart no matter how badly you wanted it, a choice you make anyway. He never imagined it'd turn out he was right both times.” there is like a 0,1% chance of this making it into the movie but i have this tattooed on my skin and it would be so perfect to see it on screen
alex saying in front of the fucking queen that he wants henry’s children
henry rambling about art and history in the v&a and alex pulling him into a kiss because he just loves him so much
i’m taking a picture of a national gay landmark. and also a statue
alex panicking about henry having to enlist
shaan having to dislodge philip from the chandelier when henry comes out to him
i’ve been gay as a maypole since i came out of mum, philip
henry’s obsession with jaffa cakes and mr wobbles
the memories email. I took that down to the gardens. I pressed it into the leaves of a silver maple and recited it to the Waterloo Vase. It didn't fit in any rooms.
alex being a brat about the turkeys “put them in my room put them in my room put them in my room”
And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?
alex calling henry at christmas and telling him all about his family drama and henry simply telling him that he did his best, the only thing he really needed to hear
most things in this world are awful . but you are good
alex’s list of things he loves about henry (especially points 16 to 18)
henry writing down the list in the email and then calling henry anyway because he knows he likes to have these things written down but he needs to talk to him
alex kissing henry in front of a giambologna
Sería una mentira, porque no sería el.
the drunk bad metaphors about maps email
alex being summoned by the president after the email leaks and ellen just asking him “are you okay?”
alex’s whole family being there for him after the email leaks, hugging him through a panic attack and allowing him to be himself after a traumatic event that had to be dealt with in a strategic political way
or so help me God I will personally make your balls into fucking earrings. zahra you fucking queen
the call from the plane. “sweetheart” he hears henry’s exhale over the line. “hi love. are you okay?”
alex and henry running to hug each other as soon as alex gets to kensington
i won’t lie. not about you. alex and henry saying at the same moment that they want to do this, they want to tell the truth, because lying about this is not an option
the little touches between them. whether it’s holding hands beneath a buchkingham palace table or hugging in a closed room or pressing a knee agains the other in a public place, because that is a tether, a gravity that makes the world make sense
bea’s speech about grief and how it’s like a pie. i want to cry really hard
numbers on one of us getting involved in a sex scandal before the end of second term?
henry sticking out his chin in that defiant way
I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.
"Plus we banged it our last night” shaan and zahra being a power couple
bea dumping the tea pot on philip and going “all that cocaine i did must have really done a job on my reflexes!”
the han and leia mural
dc dykes on bikes chasing protesters
To you, specifically, I say: I see you. I am one of you. As long as I have a place in this White House, so will you. I am the First Son of the United States, and I'm bisexual. History will remember us.
alex’s face being plastered on chocolate bars and thongs with henry’s after the royal suitor photos
henry telling alex he’s opening the queer shelters worlwide. henry telling alex he bought a brownstone in brooklyn
the flashbacks to election night 2016 when alex saw zahra crying and all those women taking in the moment their first madam president was elected
alex and henry biking through austin, alex opening the door to his childhood home with henry by his side
a little flash forward into their future and alex calling henry the love of his life, henry choosing the place for a credenza in his brownstone, going on vacations together and falling in love all over again, savouring their time together with no fear of getting caught, june and nora finally kissing and alex being shook at pez’s comment, henry realising he doesn’t want to ever go back, henry listening to alex talk to his mum about marriage when he has also bought a ring, henry and alex buying a house far from the public eye, having the quiet life they never had, june subletting the brownstone to be closer to pez and nora, “you and me”
#i know june won’t be in the movie but let me dream okay??#i have been rereading okay? and i am in pain#also we have confirmation some of these scenes are definitely in the movie so i’m ready to scream into the void forever after august 11th#rwrb#rwrb movie#red white & royal blue#red white and royal blue movie#red white and royal blue#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor
168 notes
·
View notes
Text
RWRB FirstPrince Holiday Recs
Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's Eve - click below for my favorites.
I Don't Know About You, But I'm Feeling... by IBoatedHere. T, 794 words. Four birthdays in Alex's life.
kiss me, and tell me that i’ll see you again by fxckingeyelashes. T, 2k. “Forgive me if I’m being too forward, but are you into guys perhaps? I’d like to know if I have a chance.”
“A chance at what?” Alex raises his eyebrows. It’s only then that he notices the rainbow G A Y under Henry’s name.
“A chance to be your new year’s kiss.”
(you can start) a family who will always show you love by @waterloolovers. T, 2.1k. “Confetti eggs.”
“Cascarones, but yes,” Alex grins, “I’ll give you a pass since your Spanish is a bit tragic.”
“Rude.” Henry rolls his eyes fondly. “So you just… chase each other around and try to smash eggs on each other? Seems rather messy with confetti going everywhere.”
“It’s very messy, but that’s the fun part of it. It’s meant to bring good fortune for the rest of the year."
The Spirit of Giving by @cha-melodius. T, 2.3k. His practice tamales come out pretty damned good, if he says so himself, and the ones for the holiday party are going to be even better. Alex is confident now that there’s no way his won’t be the best dish a the whole potluck; he’s definitely going to win (and no, he doesn’t care that you can’t ‘win’ a potluck, June).
(1 million words challenge holiday edition, prompt: “My holiday dish is better than your holiday dish.”)
Speaking my Language by HMS_Chill. G, 2.3k. Prompt:
"Alex always saying sweet things to Henry in Spanish but won't tell him what any of it means, and he's always google translating them and awe-ing at how cute Alex is and then like maybe he learns how to say something adorable to and says it to Alex and Alex just like melts or something"
one of your girls. by seafloor. M, 2.4k. New Years Eve; three years later. An hour before midnight.
Santa, Tell Me by @harrysglasses. G, 2.5k. Henry receives a very special gift from his office Secret Santa and is determined to find out who it's from.
we play all day (and spread holiday cheer) by headabovethewater. E, 2.5k. Nora guffaws. “You fucked Santa’s Elf?!”
“I mean,” Alex pauses and shrugs, “not with the costume on, obviously.”
“I can’t fucking believe you,” Nora exclaims, her hands cupping her own face in disbelief. She looks over Alex’s shoulder and cocks an eyebrow, before she lowers her hands and her tone, and asks, “Since when do you have a thing for blondes?”
I'll Have a Flu Christmas by @three-drink-amy. G, 2.7k. Plans go awry when Alex comes down with the flu right before Christmas while Henry waits for him to fly over and meet him in England. Prepared to spend Christmas sick and alone, Alex doesn't expect Henry to take matters into his own hands.
i think i'm falling for you by WaterlooLovers. T, 2.8k. Henry blinks at the man. He’s thankful the rink is fairly dark, only disco lights and black lights surrounding them, so the man can’t see the blush on his cheeks. The man is gorgeous, and still holding his waist, and Henry might be hallucinating. Maybe he did crack his skull on the hard rink floor. “Um.”
Trick or Kiss by ronans. NR, 2.9k. Henry’s been here for ten minutes and he’s already causing Alex to feel some feelings. He supposes Henry has made him a bit scared with his costume, but not in the god given Halloween way he should.
Or, Alex is throwing the Halloween party of the year and can't quite figure out why the Prince of England is haunting his every thought.
May Your New Years Dreams Come True by chamel. T, 3.1k. “In fact, I’d wager money my date will by far be the hottest there.”
Hunter scoffs, which honestly Henry doesn’t understand. It’s not like Alex hasn’t pulled in some real lookers to previous years’ parties, much to Henry’s chagrin. “Really? You want to bet?”
Alex shrugs. “Sure.”
“Henry,” Hunter says suddenly, finally—and unfortunately—acknowledging that he’s actually been standing there the whole time. “You want in on this?”
(1 million words challenge holiday edition, prompt: "Competition to see who can bring the hottest date to the New Year’s party")
you and me, forevermore by @theprinceandagcd. T, 3.1k. "He pushes up on his toes to kiss Henry, who returns the kiss immediately, greedily, tongue brushing against his in a way that makes Alex's brain short circuit just as much as it did a year ago.
A year ago.
It still does something to him, stirs something deep inside him that makes his entire body feel like pure mush. It's a memory burned so bright in his mind - cold air, a buzz in his veins, a tree in a quiet garden, fingers gripping his face, soft lips against his.
The night his world turned on its axis and shifted toward Henry, altering his path and forever tilting him closer."
Or, Alex and Henry on New Year's Eve, one year after their first, and Alex wants it to be special.
don't let me get drunk again by @getmehighonmagic. E, 3.1k. Alex had never wanted to cancel plans as much as he had while watching Henry pull a pair of light wash, tight jeans over his stockinged legs and bare ass.
Christ, he’s getting hard thinking about it now.
Merry Christmas, Darling by lucy_in_the_sky. E, 3.2k. Alex and Henry's first Christmas together as a couple. Just some good ol' fashioned Christmas smut
Wherever you are, as ever I remain by gallifreyandglowclouds. M, 3.4k. 'It’s transparently a lie, and he shouldn’t lie to Alex, but he can’t help it in the moment. He so badly wants everything to just be fine, to love this new life without a foot stuck in the old one.'
Henry can't help but feel a little homesick during his first Christmas in Brooklyn.
stars by the pocketful by weather_stained. T, 3.7k. Henry is having a terrible Halloween, so terrible that he completely forgets it even is Halloween until Alex shows up at his door asking to borrow a prop for June's costume.
Though Henry opts out of June's Halloween party, Alex makes sure he doesn't spend the holiday alone.
Call It Even by @smc-27. T, 3.7k. Alex shrugs. “I’ll go with you.”
Terrible, terrible, no good idea.
Too bad his mouth works faster than his brain. Which is…another thing he wishes to not think about. His mouth, and Alex, and all the things he could do to that man.
“All right.”
Fuck.
(aka: henry needs a +1 for a holiday party. his roommate offers.)
Help Yourself to Happiness by ronans. NR, 3.8k. ‘So you’re taking the post down, I assume? Now we’re both sober and in control of our impulses?’
Pez barks a laugh. ‘Absolutely not.’
‘I know we discussed the very real possibility that I would cry myself into oblivion without you here singing horrendously off key Christmas carols, but… isn’t this a little… desperate?’
‘I’m willing to see where this will take us, aren’t you?’ Pez asks, raising an eyebrow.
‘Says the man who would be safely out of the country after setting his best friend up with a potential murderer.’
Pez levels him with a look and then picks up Henry’s phone. ‘How many polos did he play?’ Pez turns the screen around so Henry can see the comment. ‘Does that sound like a person with murderous tendencies?’
Henry snatches the phone back. ‘This is a terrible idea.’
Or, A drunken night leads to Pez posting on Reddit, calling on any singles in the area to help Henry be a little less lonely this Christmas.
I'm not gay, but my apparel is by @clottedcreamfudge. T, 4.5k. “I’m not a salesman,” Alex points out, coming out from behind the counter and rolling up his sleeves. “I’m a purveyor of oddities, curiosities, and intrigue.”
“Yes, I saw your sign.”
“And now here we are,” Alex says, gesturing grandly and expansively to the space around him.
“Here we are,” the man says softly, then pulls one hand out of his coat pocket and holds it out to Alex. “Henry Fox-Mountchristen. I would like to purchase an oddity, curiosity, or an item of intrigue.”
you bring blue lights to dreams by headabovethewater. E, 4.5k. When Alex pulls him a bit closer and kisses him again, he thinks he sees a flash of blue peek through the opening in Henry’s shirt, but he ignores the thrill that travels down his spine and shrugs it off. Wishful thinking, he’s sure.
Or, Henry surprises Alex as they celebrate New Year's Eve together.
baby, be mine by strwbrryfox. T, 4.8k. five times alex asks henry to be his valentine and one time henry beats him to it ♥️
many times, many ways by @littlemisskittentoes. M, 4.8k. The thing is, Alex knows he can’t replace the bittersweet wave of memories that swarm Henry’s head at the sight of snow flurries and smell of peppermint in the air. He doesn’t want to. He wants Henry to keep those close, even if it is through the sepia tone of melancholy.
But Alex can’t help but wonder if maybe he can find a way to balance poignancy with something a bit easier. Something a little bit lighter. Something Henry can revisit to understand where he belongs, how he fits into the “happy” of it all any time he needs.
He looks over to Henry, finally asleep against his chest. He takes in the gentle slope of Henry’s nose, the fluttered fan of eyelashes against moon-bathed cheeks. He fixates on the subtle canyon, the soft part of Henry’s lips, the phantom wind of a silent snore, and Alex knows: the very least he can do is try.
or, holidays have always come as a reminder to Henry of what he’s lost. But Alex always manages to remind him of everything he’s gained too.
Ink it in on my skin, sign me up, make it last against the time by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. E, 5.2k. “Okay, then,” Alex says, and Henry can’t help but smile at the hint of mischief creeping into his voice, “there’s two weeks until Valentine’s Day. We each have that long to make it happen, and we’ll do a big reveal that night. Deal?” Flecks of gold are shimmering in his copper eyes. Henry leans forward, catching Alex’s lips to seal their accord.
“Agreed.”
OR
Alex and Henry both decide to get tattoos.
I must tell you what you will not ask by @lizzie-bennetdarcy. E, 5.3k. Henry's plans for Christmas fall through, so Alex invites him home for the holidays. They're best friends, strictly platonic roommates, so why does everyone think they're dating?
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. T, 5.4k. When the Legendary Balls-Out Bananas White House Trio New Year's Eve Party is interrupted by a security threat, Henry, Pez, Nora, June, and Alex find themselves locked in the White House library for their own protection with nothing but time, a few bottles of champagne, and some lighthearted conversation, until a single question threatens to change everything for Henry.
You and Me, Forevermore by milowren. NR, 5.6k. When Henry gets sick a few days after Christmas, he and Alex end up celebrating New Year's together in a different way than they planned.
where every wish comes true by @hypnostheory. E, 6k. “Locked out?”
“I forgot my keys,” Alex says with a sigh, leaning against his door with a muted shiver. He was planning on a heated Uber ride to June’s apartment, not standing out in the cold ass hallway. Alex hugs his coat closer to his chest. “My friend has my spare.”
Henry nods, leaning against his own door frame. Alex isn’t sure what the man does outside of going to grad school at NYU, but it must be bench-pressing horses based on the size of his biceps. Henry reaches up to push his glasses higher on his nose and Alex swears he wasn’t that bisexual when the day started. “Would you like to wait in my apartment for your friend?”
Alex gets locked out his apartment on Christmas Eve. He's forced to take refuge in his neighbor and occasional fuck buddy Henry's apartment, and together the two get into the Christmas spirit with the help of a festive costume and a silk ribbon.
The Honeymoon Suite by clottedcreamfudge. E, 6.1k. Henry's plane is grounded, which is absolutely fine, and not at all the worst possible outcome on Christmas Eve when he should already be on his way to London. Alex's plane is also grounded, but fortunately for his leggy British co-worker, he's a generous soul who's happy to share the room he managed to bag at a local hotel while they wait for their new flights.
So, so generous.
Baby, it's Halloween and we can be anything by sheisraging. E, 6.3k. Alex is furious. More furious than he should be about the whole thing, but still. Plans were made. Money was spent. Costumes were purchased—not even rented—purchased!
it's in the stars, it's who we are by @indomitable-love. E, 6.4k. 'Henry pulls back with wide, startled eyes, releases him roughly and staggers backwards. He lets out a mumbled curse and turns on his heel, and Alex has just enough of something still firing in his brain to reach out and catch Henry’s wrist. Just enough awareness of the fact that Henry is about to run, to say, ‘No, wait,’ before he can disappear through the snow.'
or, the AU where Henry doesn't run after the New Year's Eve kiss.
Re: Inappropriate Festive Party Conduct [Sent with High Importance!] by @largepeachicedtea. E, 6.5k.
Alex has changed his suit into something soft-looking and appropriately red, though the white shirt with the holly pin is still there, now accompanied by a trail of sparkly tinsel around his neck like a festive scarf. He’s holding a whiskey glass in one hand, leaning into something Nora is saying, and looks positively lethal.
“Christ,” Henry mutters through a gulp of cider.
“He looks good,” Pez agrees through a cheshire grin.
“He always looks good,” Henry says. “Right now, he looks–”
“Henry! Pez!”
“Fuck.”
“Alexander!” Pez hollers. “Babes!”
—
An office holiday party AU where Alex and Henry ignore the first rule of corporate festivities: Don't hook up with your coworker.
Ho for the Holidays by @whimsymanaged. E, 6.8k. “Listen, don’t worry about this,” Henry says quickly, already mentally crafting the passive-aggressive text he’s going to send Pez. “Better luck next year. I’ll just be off—“
“Hold your damn horses.” Alex stops Henry with a fast, surprisingly gentle hand to his wrist. His eyebrows furrow. “What did you put on your questionnaire?”
Henry’s ears go hot. “That’s none of your business.”
Alex scoffs and leans in closer. “Baby, we matched. It’s safe to say we have at least some interests in common. Be honest—was it because you confessed to having a secret desire to slap me?”
Or, Pez organizes an event called Ho for the Holidays, and these two idiots get paired up.
all my time is yours to spend by smc_27. T, 6.8k. Any way you look at it, Bea is not meant to be here, and if it were just the lights, he’d assume she forgot to turn them off. The fire burning is another thing entirely. The weather has been dreadful, and perhaps her flight was canceled. Surely, she’d have told him as much.
He should investigate.
Waffles & Conversation by clottedcreamfudge. E, 7k. “I’m fine, I swear. I just need to give it a proper clean and I’ll be fine.”
Ellen isn’t convinced. “Okay, but you’re letting Henry look at it later.”
Alex grits his teeth for what must be the thousandth time today and tries to keep his voice level. “No, I’m not. He’s a vet, mom.”
“And he’s the closest thing to a doctor we have coming tonight,” she says firmly, letting him take his hand back and raising her eyebrows at him. “It’s that or the ER, honey. Your choice.”
You're the Perfect Gift for Me by @cha-melodius. T, 7.2k. “Twenty-one-year-old Scotch,” the man says with a low whistle, looking more impressed than anything else. “Special occasion or just expensive taste?”
Alex can’t stop his grimace. “Came up here to propose,” he says, even though this random stranger doesn’t need to hear his woes. “Found out my girlfriend’s getting back together with her high school sweetheart.”
“Ouch,” the man replies, the word sounding slightly absurd in his rounded, posh accent. He looks at the bartender. “Leave the bottle.”
(Dumped two days before Christmas by his girlfriend, Alex meets a British writer who's spending Christmas on his own in generic Tiny Town, USA, and together they discover something new to celebrate.)
Snowed In? Snow Problem by @rmd-writes. E, 7.3k. The challenge: to write a fun college AU for the queen of college AUs (though she’ll probably be mad at me for saying so). Bonus points for also including the only one bed and getting caught doing something sus tropes.
The result: hopefully all of the above, plus they’re snowed in for the holidays.
AKA Henry and Alex get snowed in at their dorm for the holidays, whatever will they do?
It's Not Thanksgiving Without the Turkeys by allmylovesatonce. M, 7.5k. Thanksgiving 2020, Alex invites Henry to join the Claremont-Diaz family for Thanksgiving. More than anything, they're excited for another excuse to be together.
(Valen)Tie Me Up by @happinessofthepursuit. E, 7.7k. “Well, I actually made your gift at one of Pez’s workshops, though I’m sure they would’ve gotten it out of me anyway,” Henry says, voice fond.
Alex’s mind is whirring, going through the monthly calendars from Seize the Play. Pez leads classes multiple times a week, but there’s only a few that Henry could’ve attended, and one in particular that would explain his own gift…
“Which one?” Alex asks.
“I think that’ll immediately be clear.”
Or, Alex and Henry exchange gifts for their first Valentine’s together—then proceed to use them.
you make it look so easy, i know it's not by @anincompletelist. T, 7.9k. Bea’s to his left, speaking frantically on the phone with who Henry hopes is the fire brigade or someone else trained to deal with these— situations. In front of him, Pez is fumbling frustratedly with the water hose, showcasing his colorful vocabulary with a flourish of jerky hand movements and chaotic pacing. On either side of the fence, his neighbors are peaking over the sides to ask if everything’s okay, and Henry feels the resolution to make a good first impression crumbling and slipping rapidly out of his grasp. Even David watches on from inside the house, his sage eyes and patriotic bowtie appraising the scene and looking back to Henry as if to say I told you so.
And the fryer — the fryer itself is up in flames, thick gray smoke swirling up into the air and soaring high above the tree line now. In the distance, the echo of sirens. Henry may faint right here, in the middle of his backyard at his new home before he's even unpacked, with all the neighbors and his family and friends watching on, on his first official American Thanksgiving. It is, by all means, not what he’d envisioned for the day.
everything ever written about love by greenandmoss. E, 8.4k.
“Bet you’re glad you knocked on this door.”
“I am, actually.” Smiles should not be this disarming. It’s disconcerting.
It’s like they’re in a movie, where all the lines are pre-written, and the smiles and the looks all mean something. The couple are scripted to catch eyes, and fall in love with each other the second their lips touch. But that’s fucking ridiculous. Henry sits there like some kind of James-Bond-Jude-Law heartthrob, and Alex’s life is not a movie. This is not how real life plays out.
Or: The Holiday au but it's just that one scene where Cameron Diaz meets Jude Law
Save a Horse, Ride a Princess by @affectionatelyrs. E, 8.6k. “I have to say, this is all quite literal, don’t you think?”
Alex wouldn’t know literal right now if it hit him in the head. “Huh?”
Henry points at Alex: “Pillow Princess,” and then to himself: “Cowboy. Ready to ride and all that.”
Alex nods dumbly. “Right.”
Or, Alex and Henry dress up as the ultimate couples costume for Halloween — themselves — and they both feel some kind of way about it
the world watched (and the world smiled) by fangirl6202. M, 9.1k. "Oh,” Alex says finally, faintly, touching one hand to his lips. Then: “Shit.”
His mind catches up then, realizing that Henry is walking away and he doesn't even think twice. He begins to quite literally chase after him, trying to get to him before he can get away or, God forbid, try to fly back to England and ghost him.
Henry is very pointedly not looking at him, stuttering apology over apology until Alex has to quite literally throw himself in front of him to get him to stop. Alex doesn’t know what to do. But the answer is simple, isn’t it? So fucking simple.
He takes Prince Fucking Charming’s lapels into his hand and kisses him back.
Or; it's New Years, and Henry stays.
more than you could ever know by indomitablelove. T, 9.5k. He watches Alex’s bright smile as he talks to Bea and Leo, the way that Ellen and Catherine have their heads bent close together and how Nora is talking with Pez, Oscar and June. He feels something catch in his throat, something blooming in his chest with such strength that it threatens to burst its way out. He never, in a million years, thought he would have this.
this year i will fall by @rmd-writes. E, 9.8k. Henry has many regrets in his life, but leaving the ice rink after a literal run in with the potential love of his life without even obtaining his name may be his biggest. With his family visiting for the holidays for the first time and ever-present work deadlines looming, he's too busy to think about how to engineer his own happy ending worthy of the novels he edits.
But what if fate has other ideas?
Ye Merry Gentlemen by allmylovesatonce. M, 9.9k. Across three different years, at different points in their lives, Alex and Henry celebrate Christmas together.
On My Mind (Let's Go) by @sparklepocalypse. E, 10k. Pez blows into his hands and rubs them together to warm them. “Listen. Just… whatever happens in there, say yes, alright?”
“I don’t follow,” Henry says, his brow furrowing. “Say yes to what?”
“Whatever opportunity comes knocking,” Pez says breezily. “You forget, I’ve seen your messages. The booze is flowing tonight, and everyone’s got their best fit on – so opportunity will knock, and you will say yes.”
(A movieverse New Year's Eve fix-it that started as crack and turned into crack taken seriously. With dancing. And smut. Like... a lot of smut.)
Someone Special by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 10k. "That was Shaan," Henry explains as Alex snuggles closer to him, pressing his nose to his neck. "The blizzard hit early, apparently. Too risky to fly."
"So Christmas here?" Alex says in that sleepy drawl of his that Henry will never get tired of. "Fuckin' sweet."
Happy NY by @myheartalivewrites. E, 11k. “Hi,” he says, and Henry looks into his eyes, taking in the brown colour and little flecks of black and gold that give it depth; the tiny freckles dotted across his nose and cheekbones, only a shade or two darker than his deep bronze skin. “Uh, sorry about that,” the man says, but he doesn’t step out of Henry’s arms. Instead his eyebrows go up, and his expression changes, from one of embarrassment to something Henry thinks is surprise, and maybe, ever so hopefully, a little bit of interest.
would you wait for me? by smc_27. T, 11k. Henry Fox has made Alex nervous from the second they met.
Now it’s different. Now Alex has to try and find a shirt to wear to a party where he’ll inevitably see Henry for the first time in a year. For the first time since Alex’s heart was broken and he’d made what felt like the brave and smart decision and left.
Coming back might be a mistake.
Gonna Give You Something (So You Know What’s on My Mind) by @affectionatelyrs. E, 11k. Alex hums, turning around to pull open the freezer drawer. “You want anything?”
But Henry barely registers his question. Not when Alex is slightly bent over, allowing Henry a perfect view of his perfect ass. Each individual ridge of his spine is visible due to his lack of shirt. All of these things combined would normally be a large enough issue in itself to render Henry dumbstruck, except—
Except, that’s not the only thing that Henry’s faced with.
Right there, clear as day: blue lace, delicately peeking out from the waistband of his joggers. Henry’s hand immediately flies up to his cheek. The skin is hot to the touch, and he feels the imprint of where the material once lay like a brand.
Or, With the help of a white elephant gift, Henry learns that maybe the whole being-in-love-with-his-roommate thing isn’t as one-sided as he thought
Love and Hate at the Farmers' Market by myheartalive. T, 11k. Alex and Henry both work at a farmers' market and they hate each other, until suddenly— oops! They don't!
(Secret) Santa Baby by @indomitable-love. E, 11k. "When it comes to Secret Santa, Alex really does have a reputation to uphold. Everybody wants Alex to get them. Nobody actually wants to get Alex, which is why he usually ends up with novelty socks or a political biography, but he doesn’t care. Ultimately, everybody wants Alex to get their name. And right now, Alex is seconds away from finding out who his new mark is. The person that he’s going to spend the next few weeks learning inside and out to ensure that he gets them the perfect gift."
Alex gets his work nemesis, Henry, in the office Secret Santa and realises that he doesn't know nearly as much about him as he thought...
Trim my Christmas tree by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 12k. Henry is a writer, not a mall Santa, but unfortunately this year - thanks to his adorable and conniving nieces and their Aunt Beatrice - he's going to have to be both. This doesn't leave him a great deal of time to pine horribly over the part-time bookseller and Law student over at June Claremont-Diaz's shop, but somehow he manages to jam it in anyway.
Ho ho ho.
i'll be home for christmas by @dumbpeachjuice. M, 12k. He books a tiny cottage in a village called Little Snoring (not to be confused with the nearby Great Snoring) somewhere in Norfolk and tries to tell himself Christmas by himself in a foreign country is going to be an adventure from which he will have an adorable story to tell his friends and family, and not just totally depressing. At the very least he can take a cute picture of his snowy cottage and pretend he’s not totally fucking jealous of his entire family gathering in Austin without him.
If he ever fucking gets there, that is.
Or, Alex's first Christmas in the UK gets ruined by the British weather. A handsome stranger invites him to spend the holiday with his family instead.
The Holiday by @dracowillhearaboutthis. E, 13k. Henry is in no mood to attend his family's holiday gathering this year. So when June Claremont-Diaz asks him via a Home Swap website whether or not his house is free over the holidays, he jumps at the opportunity to escape the country and his family for the holidays.
He did not include Alex into the calculation - June's charming and gorgeous brother who suddenly appears at her doorstep.
Airplane Mode by clottedcreamfudge. E, 14k. Getting into an argument with someone in the airport lounge had probably been a mistake, in hindsight; Alex knows this. But with so many fucking delays and the fact that the signal on his phone is currently making it about as useful as two paper cups joined by a piece of string, he’s kind of on-edge. It’s not entirely his fault that he snaps.
Attractive people with perfect hair who take the last almond croissant before Alex can get to it probably just need to understand this. Alex is at the end of his tether, and he will not be swayed by, “Well, I was here first,” in a British accent so smooth it could butter bread.
Home for the Holidays by lucy_in_the_sky. E, 14k. “How would you feel about maybe spending Christmas in Texas with me and my family?” He bites his lip after popping the question.
Henry’s eyebrows shoot up. But before Alex can regret asking, a soft smile blossoms on his face.
“I want you there with me. I- I wanted you there this week, too-” Alex starts to ramble. “And, like, it’s totally ok if you want to go to England to be with your family, duh, but I’d love to show you Austin and introduce you to my family and teach you the Claremont-Diaz holiday traditions and kiss you on Christmas morning and-”
He’s cut off by the hard press of Henry’s lips against his own.
“Yeah?” Alex beams.
“Yes, love. Of course yes.”
Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon by @villiageidiot. T, 14k. He falls asleep on the loveseat, Nora and June curled up on the couch across from him, as a terrible Hallmark Christmas film plays in the background. It’s the fourth night of sleeping alone—Henry taking care of some business back in the palace—and he’d rather wake up cold and cramped across from the two of them than alone in his own bed.
That’s how Alex falls asleep.
That is not how he wakes up.
A Fine Line by indomitablelove. E, 15k. Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Whatever is inescapable. In the worst way possible. He’s always fucking there. Alex turns up for his shift and Henry is there behind the coffee machine, apron tied around his waist and stupid, tight white T-shirt clinging to his biceps. Alex turns up for open-mic night at the cafe and there he is again, reading his fucking poetry. Alex goes to the grocery store, or the bookshop, or the fucking campus library, and who does he see? Henry. Always Henry.
Always Henry, always with a different guy.
Alex hates Henry. He's only letting Henry and his stupid long limbs and his overly symmetrical face stay on his couch because he has to, because 'tis the season not to be a massive dick, because it's Christmas. Isn't he? -also coffee shop/roommates
12 Days of Christmas with Alex and Henry series by @coffeecatsme. E, 16k. "It seems I've gotten myself in quite a tangle."
"Tangle?" Henry's voice is hoarse, eyes darkened as they travel over Alex's body. They stop at his crotch, and Alex can see it even under the dim lights—Henry's growing hard too, a visible bulge pushing at his sweatpants. Alex's cock gives a desperate twitch.
"Y'know, I was trying to put them around the tree," he starts, gesturing at the plain tree at the corner. It's clear he didn't even attempt to touch it. "And somehow I've managed to completely trap myself. Can't even move my hands." Henry makes a desperate noise at the back of his throat as his eyes snap up to Alex's face. Alex flashes him a suggestive grin, teeth biting down on his lip. "Seems I'm completely at your mercy."
(Dil)Do It Yourself by @happiness-of-the-pursuit. E, 16k. “Listen,” Nora starts, turning her body once more so that she’s sitting sideways in the chair with her legs thrown across the armrest. “I did the math. There’s a 79% chance you’re gonna become a slut to the power of the prostate, and while we’re not dating anymore, it’s my duty as your fellow slutty bisexual to get this party started.”
Or, when Nora drags Alex to a holiday dildo workshop, he doesn’t expect to find someone to use it with.
Spirit of the Season by @pridepages. M, 17k. Henry was dead to begin with. That much you must understand, or nothing that follows will seem strange or wondrous...
Alex Claremont-Diaz doesn't believe in ghosts. And he really hates Dickens.
But that's not going to stop a very unusual Christmas Spirit...
Henry Fox is on a mission. Once a year, he finds a soul in need of his help. (Too bad this one's such an utter berk.)
When two lost souls find each other on Christmas Eve, they may just find everything they never knew they wanted.
The Christmas Guest by @omgcmere. E, 17k. Alex is looking forward to a relaxing winter break catching up with his sister after her semester abroad, but June's gone and ruined everything by inviting her insufferable international student friend to stay with their family for a real American Christmas experience. Henry is irritatingly gorgeous with a completely obnoxious superiority complex, and Alex is prepared to hate every single second he's forced to spend in his presence. As Alex starts to get into the Christmas spirit, however, he finds that maybe there's more to Henry than meets the eye - and maybe, just maybe, this will actually be the best Christmas ever. - also college
Four Christmases by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. E, 19k. From Washington to Austin, London to New York, Alex and Henry spend Christmas with different members of their families from 2020 - 2023. Funny couples' Christmas sweaters, festive swimsuits, statement-making ties, and family pajamas all bring lots of laughs, some tears, and a bit of fun to be had by all along the way.
A Year in the Life series by milowren. NR, 19k. Alex and Henry are coworkers, Henry has a crush, and they end up at a haunted corn maze together a few nights before Halloween. Shenanigans ensue! And - When Alex's flight home is canceled at the last minute, Henry invites him over for Thanksgiving - despite never having hosted an American Thanksgiving before.
and you would be there too by smc_27. M, 20k. It’s mostly dark out here, just the lamp poles in the parking lot casting a warm yellow glow across the packed snow.
“We’re closed.”
Henry spins around, heart racing, and sees the beautiful man from the café and from earlier at the shops. He cuts a stunning image, swinging one leg over the wooden fence rail and stepping into the parking lot as he pulls a red and black plaid shirt over his shoulders, his tan pants tight enough across his thighs to make Henry blush for noticing.
This Hell of a Season by Chamel. E, 21k. (Nova, Baby follow-up) “The first few years, it was a relief to get away from all the stupid family drama,” Alex says, blowing a long sigh. The hand that’s not holding Henry’s slides onto his stomach, a warm, comforting pressure. “Then I started to resent it. It hurt to be stuck out on a mission while everyone celebrated without me.”
“And now?”
A grin slips onto Alex’s face as he walks two fingers across Henry’s bare chest. “Now I have you.”
(Or, 3 times Alex & Henry spent Christmas on missions and 1 when they didn't; or, A Very Nova Christmas Special.
Love on the Menu by berrybluefae. M, 23k. Henry Fox has a side hustle at his job as a host in an upscale restaurant. He loves setting up romantic moments for guests who want a little something extra for their night out to dinner. A bouquet of flowers and a bottle of champagne for the couple celebrating their 50th anniversary? Easy. A special table with candles and a dessert with a surprise for the woman about to propose? Child’s play. But despite playing Cupid for the restaurant’s guests, Henry has never been on the receiving end of a grand romantic gesture. So imagine his surprised delight when anonymous gifts begin appearing just for him.
Who is Henry’s secret admirer? Only Valentine’s Day will tell.
You Make Every Day Feel Like It's Christmas by allmylovesatonce. T, 25k. Burned out on work, Alex goes to visit June who is on assignment in a sleepy Vermont town called Snow's Landing. June is determined for him to see where she's been living for the last six months and to love it as much as she does. The most intriguing part of it all is June's best friend there, a man named Henry, that Alex believed was a jerk at first but is starting to discover a new side of as they spend more time together.
Paper Chains by @myheartalivewrites. E, 25k.
DAY 751
(Alex)
Henry is… Well, if Alex is being honest, Henry is everything to him.
But it’s kinda hard to explain.
DAY 1
.
.
.
———
I have no idea how to summarise this one, folks. The best I can do is… Alex and Henry's journey from awkward beginning as colleagues, to best friends, to spending time apart and finally to finding each other again.
But it’s not as straightforward as that.
Every Day's a Holiday (When I'm Near to You) by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 29k. I know this is a long shot, but if anyone’s going to Texas/anywhere south for the holidays and is crazy enough to drive there instead of fly, I’m looking for a road trip buddy. We can split gas money and snacks if you pick good ones. DM me if you’re interested.
And Henry knows he's about the make the most idiotic decision he's ever made in his life.
Or, Henry impulsively tags along with Alex on a road trip to Texas with absolutely no plan. Surely this won't backfire.
in a holidaze by @tedddylupin. E, 49k. Alex didn't mean to spend his New Years Eve thrown together with a perfect stranger at an airport. He didn't mean to offer up to share his hotel room with a very attractive stranger. He also didn't mean to find the man insufferably perfect either.
Or: the one where Alex and Henry find each other during different holidays throughout a year's time.
When I think about you by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 50k. Dream sharing is absolutely not a thing, even though Alex would very much like it to be.
The magic of soulmates, however, means that someone you’ve never met – someone whose soul is tied to yours, in whatever way that manifests – can appear in your dreams, like an extra character who keeps popping up over and over again. They won’t be having the same dream as you, and you won’t actually meet, but whatever you remember from the dream can start to take shape in your waking hours; you can figure things out, bit by bit, dream by dream.
I only tag an author once per post, but I'm still figuring out firstprince author handles. If you see one I may not know or find a broken link, please give me a heads up!
Master List of RWRB FirstPrince Recs
Master List of Recommendations
65 notes
·
View notes
Text
Level Up V
A/N: apologies for the long wait!! but it’s here!! we’re excited to come to a finish with these two, we love them, but they’re all grown up and so are we. they’re just... too cute - n + d
send feedback and requests here
If you like this, check out our Patreon!
masterlist
pairing: Harry Styles x Reader
warnings: mostly smut? but it’s soft
word count: 3.4
“Angel… I don’t want to ruin your dress.” He panted, hands gripping her waist tightly as she tugging him towards the hotel bed.
“Harry? Ruin the dress. I don’t care. I need it.”
Prom had been a dream for her.
Harry picked her up with roses. The photos they’d taken had been amazing, her dress a silky red with a slit in the leg for a peekaboo thigh. Harry matched with a red tie, going with contacts for the night instead of his glasses, and god- if only he knew just how sexy he cleaned up. Y/N was already a mess over the graphic tee shirts and sweaters. To see him all cleaned up in a suit and tie, hair slicked back that way? She was nearly feral.
In true cliche tradition, he rented a hotel room after prom. Saving up for it a bit, he had gotten a nice package for them both and managed to get a good place for them to relax the next day. The after prom bonfire was discussed but if they were being honest? They’d had enough of their peers tonight. They wanted to be with each other alone, relish in their own love for once.
Y/N had always dreamed of having a boy treat her the way Harry did. He didn’t have to be asked or poked to grab her flowers, he did it on his own free will. He wanted to spoil her and make her feel special. So, so special. She knew that she would never let him go if she could help it. A man being so devoted and in love was a rarity.
Giving herself to him was not a hard decision to make. While tonight wouldn’t be their first time, it was one of them. The discussion had been around it, and as unsexy as some may find it, Y/N felt a lot better about planning. Their first time had been a bit awkward. Giggly and soothing as the stretch had obviously been a lot, they’d done it at Harry’s house when they had the place to themselves while the family was out of town. Candles, roses, the lot. It was memorable.
Y/N argued that their prom night was supposed to be almost seamless and she didn’t want to be too careful. She wanted to let them have the passion she was confident would arise during the night- and she had been right. They were desperate for it.
Condoms were in his pants pocket, eager to be used. A whole strip, considering they’d had enough practice as is to make it so she wouldn’t be terribly sore after one round. Harry wanted to make love to her at least once, while Y/N said she definitely wanted to be fucked.
Who was he to tell her no?
“Mm…” he groaned as he felt her hand slide over his pants, gripping him through the fabric. “I want to see it again, baby. Let me take it off.” Her lips sucked on the hinge of his jaw before giving a slight huff, kicking the heels off of her feet. She wanted a bit of ripping action but it was obvious he was feeling a bit more tender today.
“Thank you.” Harry knew his girl was impatient. Now having the promise of good sex on the horizon, she was antsy for it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t either! But… this was the memory they were making. He wanted to show it clearly how much he loved her. How much she meant to him. A finger curled under her chin, tilting it so he could kiss her fully on the lips. “I love you, baby.”
That had her melting into his grip.
“I love you, too. I’m sorry. I jus’ want you.” A smile could be felt against her lips. Harry was so patient with her and she owed him the same. Y/N had been anticipating this all night, mostly because she wanted her back blown out… though this was just as good.
“I know. I want you too, my lovely girl.” The kiss was repeated before he pulled back to smooth her hair out of her face. Hands slid down her sides, stopping at her hips to squeeze again. “You’re just too beautiful. I’m in awe every time you’re around. Feels like m’the luckiest man in the world.” Harry was, In his humble opinion.
Y/N was the most incredible woman to exist and no one could change his mind. Not when she was genuinely so sweet to him. His angel. The body he craved, the mouth he wanted to memorize, the words he wanted entrained on his skin. She had shown him a love he didn’t know capable.
The dress was slowly slid off of her form, pulled over her head and her surprise displayed for him. Y/N wasn’t usually one to pull out a lot of lingerie, mainly because she truly knew Harry was eager to get what laid underneath. This time, however, the pieces matched her outfit. Red, smooth lace covered her. The bra pushing her up, giving the most delicious cleavage that Harry had been admiring all night long-
And finally it was available to him.
“God.” His voice croaked, feeling a lump in his throat as his hands slid down her bare waist. “Beautiful, beautiful girl.” It could have brought him to tears, if he was in the right headspace. Y/N trusted him with her body. With her heart. She belonged to him and he, her. The trust she gave him to allow his eyes and hands on her this way, to let him be with her? It was something that he would never take for granted.
He’s always been an observant type of guy. He saw that the moment that a man started to take his woman for granted was the moment the magic ended. Reliability was great, comfort was too, but adding in the reminder of how amazing you have it constantly and never letting the awe leave was how the relationships survived.
Y/N never felt more shy and more gorgeous at the same time. His eyes drinking her in. His hands running down her skin and his breathing heavy as he observed every dip and curve he had become more and more obsessed with every time he was exposed to it.
“You think so?” The shy peep was something that surprised him a bit. “I chose it for you. I know you like me bare but…” a tiny shrug, making him want to coo.
“Angel… Christ.” The tip of his finger ran over the band of her panties. “I love these. I don’t even want them off. I just.” He paused. “I can’t believe how lucky I am. That you dress up so gorgeous and let me have you. I’ve been dying for this. My whole body is hot, m’feeling so much but.” His eyes went back to hers as she was pulled closer. “I want you. I need you. I want you to feel good. Know we have done it a few times but this feels different.”
Y/N leant into his warm palm as it cupped her jaw, leaning into his hold. He was so safe. The heart was thundering in her chest, but his gentle, loving touch had her wanting more than she ever anticipated. “So have me. I’m yours, H. I’ve always been yours.” The doe eyes up at him were intended to strike. Manicured fingers began to pop the buttons of his shirt, the tie already off in the car. “I’ve been yours since we texted that night, and you were so… so sexy. I’ve never had anyone treat me that way, and god…”’she groaned, throwing her head back a bit dramatically. “I’ve never made myself cum like that. Just because you were telling me to. You look like such a sweet man, H baby… and you are.” Another button pulled out, more of his skin exposed. “But you’re so dirty. So good for me. You give me everything I could have ever fantasized about.”
The fluffing of the ego, the truth in her words only increased his confidence. Hooded eyes glazed over as he looked down at her, breathing deep as she worked his shirt off and down his shoulders. For the lack of experience, they had been able to explore healthily and enjoyed it so much that it was almost addicting. He had been worried about his stamina- and yes, it was fast the first 2 times- but now he was getting the hang of it. Her pleasure was his favorite part.
“You drive me crazy.” The words were murmured as her fingers gripped his belt, pulling the leather through the loops of his trousers. “I can’t get enough of you. I don’t know how long I’ll last the first round, but.” His own fingers grabbed the strip of condoms, tossing them on the bed. “I know it won’t be a one and done.”
Lips were pressed back together as the zipper was audibly pulled down, the pants falling to his knees. He didn’t care about anything other than being just as naked as her.
-
Lips trailed up her arched body. Heat coursing through her veins as she tried to control her breathing but it was too hard. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath with him so close, his wet kisses everywhere
Her body was hot to the touch, his lips leaving wet imprints of the wet kisses all over the skin. Not a spot untouched if he could help it, hands flexing over her lace covered breasts with a groan in his throat. Round 2. Room service half eaten as the mood has struck again, both of them fully warmed up and worked up. New to sex and new to this, the feeling was too addicting to go too long without another fill.
The panties were discarded but the lace bra had survived, just barely. It was almost pulled off but the sight of it pleased Harry to no end. This was his girlfriend. The most beautiful person to exist, sweaty and soft and wet for him alone. He needed this, he needed intimacy and her love.
She had winced when he had pushed into her the first time, the stretch still being a lot despite his tongue and fingers warming her up- but this? This was far more enjoyable. Second time was the charm, her body feeling every inch of him as he filled her lazily. This sex was amazing. Needy. Whispers crossing skin and ears, her lips seeking his as he dug into the hilt of her.
He’s never imagined himself as a loud lover, though he was proven otherwise. Whimpers and groans and shaky inhaled escaped him as he felt her clamp up around him. Her nails tracing down his back with a bit of a bite. The pain was welcome, pulsing inside of her as she scraped over his shoulder blades.
“My everything.” He murmured against her sweaty neck. “You are the best thing to happen to me. I feel so good.”
Words were slurred slightly because he was being extremely honest. It was that good. The thump of his balls against her ass and their lust induced words were the only things audible in the room. “Most beautiful girl in the world. M’gonna be with you forever.”
“Mhm.. forever.” She dug her nails in deeper as she tried to get him closer, the lace of the bra brushing against his chest as her legs pulled him in. It was hard to tell where one of them began and the other ended . Love making. Soft and wet and perfect, easy to get lost in.
He filled her to the brim each time. Each push inside has her keening, heels digging into his ass as he thrust into her. The feeling of being so stretched and full had been uncomfortable at first, but now? Now, Y/N was finding herself craving it. This was the first time she was fully enjoying the sex without feeling any discomfort. Maybe a tiny bit of sensitivity, sparks flying every time he touched her clit, but this was how it was meant to be.
What took the cake, though, was his sweetness. The nuzzling of noses and sticky kisses as he tried his best to keep himself from letting go too soon. She could feel it just as well, his throbbing inside of her. How he let out his uneven breaths and squeezed the pillow beside her as he drove into her, kissing her messily as he worked on getting them both to the edge. “I love you.” He rasped. “I love you so much, my girl.”
The stark contrast from beginning to now was incredible. His confidence and their intimacy. How she was able to get his feelings openly. This was what he had needed and what she had craved for them. Perhaps it was puppy love, but she knew it was one of those that she wasn’t going to let go out. This was the high school sweetheart she was going to marry. Especially after they’d decided on a school together.
“Just a few more months… and we’ll be in our own place. Goin’ to school… get to wake up and take you like this every day.” Harry reminded her, thighs shaking slightly as she clenched up around him. “Fuck. I can’t wait. I love you.” The repeated sentiment was mirrored by her, clutching him close as she felt the burn of her own orgasm hit her.
“Can’t wait- M’gonna cum, H.” The first time with him inside of her. They’d been realistic about it before, Harry having gone down on her beforehand just in case, but this was the perfect storm. His groin against her clit hitting perfectly, finding a perfect spot- she was understanding of the hype now.
“R-Really?” He whispered, keeping the pace. The research he had done had told him not to change a thing. Keep her stimulated just like this… exactly like this.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Her nails dragged down his skin as she moaned loudly, the bubbling over in her stomach beginning. “Cumming- I’m cumming for you, i love- fuck.” The girl couldn’t even finish her sentence as she began to writhe under him. Clenching and grasping at him, pulling and pushing him away as the pleasure washed over her like a dryer warmed blanket. This was what sex was supposed to be.
It was impossible for Harry to keep it together. Just seeing her, feeling her cum for him this was more than enough to get the second orgasm from her. Mouth dropping open and a deep, guttural groan leaving his lips as each spurt of cum filled the condom inside of her, he didn’t dare stop. Rocking into her as he could feel the fluttering and milking of her cunt. Two pieces of the puzzle connecting. This was his other half. There was no doubt about that.
His hands smoothed the sweaty strands of hair from her face as he tried to recover on his shaky thighs, sagging on her a bit as he lazily peppered kisses over her jaw and cheeks. The settling spot was the crook of her neck where she found relaxation, hands combing through his equally sweaty hair.
“My god.” He croaked into the skin, letting out a breathless chuckle before she broke into soft giggles herself. The statement was right. Nothing had ever felt that good in his life. This whole situation had healed a part of him he didn’t know he needed, solidifying their relationship further.
“That was fucking good.” Y/N muttered, exhaustion coating her words. “That’s what it’s supposed to feel like… and I have a feeling we will be doing a lot of it.”
—-
They’d settled in the same school by accident.
Well, sort of.
They’d wanted to keep a general time frame of 1 and a half to 2 hours in space because they knew that they’d schedule their classes to allow them time together. It was a coincidence that both of them were offered scholarships to the same school, both for their desired programs. It was something like fate. Y/N was a little nervous for it, but ultimately let those numb away when Harry had broken the news to her.
His family had been particularly supportive to their relationship. Seeing a change in his behavior since meeting Y/N and bringing him out of his shell all the while staying respectful, they knew that this was a good match. So they offered to take care of their two years of rent at an apartment a few minutes away from campus.
Y/N had even hesitant to agree, saying she was thankful but that was a large gift and she would want to pay it back. They came to the compromise that she could choose to pay half it back after they graduated if she still felt uncomfortable, but they all knew that at some point Harry would be popping the question for her. He wanted her forever, and everyone knew they’d end up together that way.
Sure, it was a little fast but they would have two rooms in case one person needed space. It was college. Almost like a fanfiction, if you will, things would work out the way they needed to. Ultimately she gave in, and they had begun to make Pinterest boards together and make lists for the things they’ve been wanting in their place when it comes time.
Harry was just thankful she said yes. He wanted this experience with her. Y/N was his best friend, his love, everything he ever wanted. To live with her and wake up next to her would be a dream, something he reminded her of consistently since the decision had been made.
The next morning, she was a bit too sore for anything inside of her but they’d taken care of one another in the shower before settling on the bed again. Harry had thoughtfully changed the sheets while she had been cleaning up the night before, so she felt ok sitting with him under the sheets again. Room service trays sat on their bed as they were snuggled together, the home renovation channel on the television.
“It’s crazy.” She whispered, taking a stray string from his sweatpants. “How things works out. How our parents agree of each other and us. How much you’ve taught me. And now we’re almost done with school. We’re adults. We’re going off to college. Together.” She leaned her head on his shoulder, looking up at him. The glasses perched on his nose were adorable, a newer pair with a bit thinner rims. Tortoiseshell in pattern, she found herself wanting to coo at how endearing he looked.
“I know.” A shy yet giddy grin colored his face. “I’m glad you said yes. It’s just… I will miss the old normal. But I’m excited to move on. Make new friends. Be a bit different.” Harry knew he was a product of their environment. Getting out would only further open him up. Y/N was only looking forward to it, seeing him blossom into the man he was meant to be. The trauma of the bullying would never fully go away, no, but getting out of the Place and staying away from people who had taken part would only help him.
“Mhm. I agree.” She took possession of his hand, smiling at the ring with the Aquarius constellation engraved on it. It had been one of her gifts to him. “It’s going to be a new level for us. A level up.” The knuckles of his hand were brought to her lips, a tiny kiss pecked for the softness of them. He took good care of his hands, thank god. They were meant for typing, gaming, pleasuring, and opening the pickle jar for her.
“Huh. That’s a good way to look at it.” He beamed, loving the affection and touches she gifted him with. “Yeah. Life is like a video game, isn’t it? That’s why we shouldn’t be so sad about leaving town. It’s a whole new episode, a new chapter. It isn’t the end of a story. Just a new beginning for us.”
“Exactly, H.” Her nose nudged his jaw before leaving a kiss on his birthmark. “Just a new thing for us. Our game is one that can’t be beat.
They’d Leveled Up from the place they had been all those months ago. The confidence, the love, the happiness. All of it felt like the perfect beginning to the rest of his life.
….
To be continued?
#Level Up#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles fic#harry styles one shot#harry styles writing#nerdy!harry#jarofstyles#nerdrry#harry styles blurb#nerdy harry#smut
445 notes
·
View notes
Text
Heaven or Las Vegas
Aegon II x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Tags: TW// Alcohol and drug abuse, verbal abuse, shit head Aegon, manipulation, actually you know what the whole thing is fucked up, non-descript smut, Aegon’s self hatred and learned helplessness
A/N: Yeah so it’s soothing to write about active addiction when I’m feeling crazy so I remember how awful it was. Addiction will hold you and loved ones HOSTAGE. If this struck a chord w anyone my dm’s are open me is sober around 18 months. Anyways love The Weeknd and the trilogy fuckboi era
I'm paying for all my father's sins
Aegon could blame his consistent need to fill the void in his chest on his father. That rotting, dead, vapid old man. The closest thing he had to a dad was the family bodyguard and Aegon never quite lived up to the standard.
Maybe he was just cursed to chew the world up and ruin them before spitting them out. Just like Viserys, clapping and smiling while letting his family fall to pieces and hatred. Never gave a fuck about anyone but his eldest, maybe Aegon’s uncle. His dead wife that Aegon’s mother couldn’t replace.
Vicious cycles.
So I'ma thank him for you, I'ma thank him for you
Like his father, Aegon could thank the wretch for being consistently blessed with good women. Women who took on too much in exchange for very little. Exactly the same as her. That perfect angel who he corrupted and left a goddamn mess. He loved the woman. She shouldn’t love him. Black hole of a human he was.
My serotonin's gone a while ago
She made him laugh and filled that empty hole for a second. When Aegon wasn’t snorting, popping, and drinking up everything. But he was always doing that. The fallen angel found a habit in those pills from him.
But nothing could recapture those moments late late at night, between her thighs. City lights casting her teary face into a gorgeous glow. “Only you, only you, i love you,” he’d lie. She’d cry and tighten around his cock, knowing it was a lie. Gripping manicured nails so hard into Aegon’s shoulders just to make sure it wasn’t a dream.
Girl it’s been gone cause of you, it’s been gone cause of you.
Aegon knew any sort of happiness he’d feel came from warped, perverted things. Orgies, drugs, girls and girls and fucking girls. Spending money he had no clue what do with. It made him fill that void for some minutes. He feared it was going to open up and swallow him whole soon.
The prince wanted her back. So goddamn bad. She didn’t fit in the picture. Got clean, ignored his calls, moved on. Fallen angel no more. Not his baby to mould and blacken to his liking. She thought there was something good in him. Nothing like the rotation of women on his cock now, a fifth of vodka shaking in his hand, tears threatening to roll. They didn’t give a fuck, just like everyone else. But they did what he wanted.
They say they want Heaven, they say they want God.
Towards the end she’d cry and clutch a rosary, praying to god. Aegon would get pissed. He’d demand what the fuck she was on about, get in her face. Those doe eyes bleary and red, flinching in fear.
“I don’t want to live like this. It’s eating me alive Aegon. This,” his baby had sobbed, “Is vile. I’ll never make it heaven. What would God think?”
I say, I got Heaven. I say I am God.
Aegon laughed in her tear streaked face. He gestured to the penthouse around them, booze and drugs scattered around, a wad of cash on the table next to the unlimited card used for cutting coke half the time. His not-so-fallen wept openly when he giggled maniacally, “This is heaven! I am God! You can have everything you want and more, hah, what the fuck’s not clicking here? You want to go back to the poor house?”
I never prayed a moment in my life
He did get down on his knees when his only love left him. Went to detox, didn’t leave a number or address. Aegon shook with anger, self-hatred, mind boggling sadness. He howled to the roof, “Fuck you!” When he was properly fucked up later, lips around his half-flagging cock, the blonde dimly wondered if her prayers had been answered by getting away from him.
Girl, I'm rewarded with you. I've been rewarded with you.
His love came by months later. Aegon put on an act, not a very good one when all he wanted to do was cry and be held once more. She looked good. Healthy. No permanent shakes or dark bags under the eyes. No wonder, she escaped an incubus.
“I love you. You need help.”
How could he receive help? It’s too late for a fuck-up like him. Blackened to the core. Defiled beyond measure.
So, baby, let me kiss your inner thigh. Let me kiss it for you. I can kiss it for you.
Aegon did get down to his knees when the void in his chest ached too much. He stared up at her with that look, the one that made the beauty swoon. He grabbed her soft thighs, begging and begging, “Baby- baby- please, lemme make you feel good. Like old times?” It was the only thing he knew besides drugs. She caressed his cheek and sighed, tears in her eyes, “You’d make me feel good if you loved yourself Aegon. Call me when you do that, yeah?”
Well, they say they want Heaven, they say they want God.
There’s no hope. He’d just have to make do. Even the bleakest of places looked like Heaven when you’re on enough K to kill someone. Aegon leaned over the balcony that night, staring off into the city, the dark streets below. He was in Heaven. Up above the regular doings of people. Svelte hands locked around his waist, Aegon smiled.
I say, I have Heaven. I say, I am God.
He plowed that girl on the balcony, wind whipping his pale hair. Hips snapping into a nameless wet cunt he shouted, “I am God! Fuck!” She squealed and twisted like she enjoyed his insane ramblings. Aegon finished on her ass and stumbled to his unmade bed, dizzy as the party raged on. He’d make his own destiny. With the void, always there, always hungry.
129 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Maid And The God
Chapter Three
(Fem!reader, Enemies to lovers, angst, spit, cursing, some violence, 18+)
“Mom? What’s going on? Why are you-how?”
“ Shhh my love come here mommy’s got you”
She held your body while you lay in your bed. She made you feel safe. “What’s been going on sweetheart? Tell me everything” you didn’t quite understand what she meant, yet somehow knew exactly what she meant
“oh mom it’s loki. He’s awful! He always has made me feel so out of place and uncomfortable! I-I don’t know how to act. I don’t understand why he is so intimidating! Or why his parents love him! Who could love such a wretched”-
“Uh uh darling” her fingers shush your lips. “There is a lot you don’t understand my dear. I know your hurting. I know your scared but-“
You can’t control the sobs falling down your face “I am scared. I’m so damn scared mom. I don’t know how to do any of this without you. Everything was fine. Then he showed up and he’s ruined everything! I fear anything I do will start fights with him….I’m afraid I’m already on his bad side.”
You can’t stop rambling to her, crying harder then ever before. “I don’t know what I ever did to him. And now I work for him! And -and” you sniffle into your fist. “I feel so helpless. Why am I here? What am I doing? A servant got a greedy jerk! Everything’s so scary without you mom”
She holds you tighter. You missed her every day and you feel years of pain pooling out. “Hush now my little dove. Mommy’s got you”. You cried and cried into her until you could no longer. Exhaustion had hit you. Your eyes heavy and head resting on her chest. She smelt the same. Like lavender and her special perfume. You lay in her cocoon arms until you drift asleep.
The sun hits your skin and you bat your eyes. “Mom!” You call out. Gasping for air. But it was only a dream. You feel your heart sink. “Oh…” that sadness and overwhelming feeling you had comes back. Today was just a sad day. You drag yourself out of bed and step into your shower. You look in the mirror at yourself as you take each item of clothing off. You step into the shower feeling the warm water trickle down your body. You couldn’t stop thinking about the dream you had.
With each motion of washing your body your mind replayed the dream. Her smell, her arms, the way you felt so safe and finally could be vulnerable. But what did she mean? About loki? You shake the thought. You didn’t want to think about him just now. You hadn’t felt so happy and safe in so long. “If only I could sleep forever so I could be with you mom” you say to yourself. You hadn’t been this depressed in a while, and today you just didn’t care.
Your mother was gone. You were alone. You had no friends and The Odinson’s weren’t truly family to you. “Ugh fuck this” you turn the shower off and change aggressively into casual clothes. You weren’t going to wear your uniform today. But you knew one thing for sure; you weren’t taking anyone’s shit today. You were angry now, so angry. Why was life so cruel to you? You didn’t deserve this. And now you have to deal with this monster of a being. Me fucking know it all, better then everyone. Pfft! Who did he think he was? And how dare he threaten you? And intimidate you? The nerve! Had had not near experienced the pain you had been through. So why the hell were you going to sit around and be scared of him?
You acquire your cleaning supplies and began. You started off making sure the halls were clean, polished, and dusted. You took your time today. Why rush? It’s not like your day could get worse. Or were you secretly avoiding seeing loki today? Another thought you pushed aside. It had been a few hours and every part of the palace was perfect. You could see yourself in the floors reflection. You had made Frigga and Odins bed, Thors bed even though he rarely is around. He apparently does quests with a team called the avengers or something sometimes. You don’t pay much attention. Thor was lovely, but something about him never sat right. Yous used to be quite close when you were young, but as he got older and had more purposes and missions to fulfil he was almost too good? Self righteous almost?
Loki had this love/hate relationship with Thor. And you loved getting close with Thor when he visited. It pissed loki off, and he also kept you safe…another thing you never will share to anyone. But god did he bother you. You wanted them to know what it is like to be human just for one day. You close Thors door and slowly make your way to your last room. You dreaded this, you took your time even more. Step by step you ease to his doorstep. “Here goes. Nothing I Guess”. You were defeated, tired, sad, angry, passionate, furious. And holding that in was giving you enough confidence and strength to get through this next half hour. You Bang Open his door- it was locked, unlike the rest. “Loki open the fucking door”. Within seconds it swings open. And behold Loki stands in front of you. A calm expression on his face.
“Can you move. I have work to do like today”. He looked taken aback. “Well my my, aren’t we a grumpy little bird to”-
You raise your hand to shush him “not today loki” you state. Your tone cold and dominant. “I’m cleaning and I’m gone. You won’t even know I was here alright? Save your fighting for literally anyone else” you roll your eyes.
Loki doesn’t speak he just watches you in disbelief. You had never spoken to him like that. A big bubble of energy filled you. Look at you to! You stood up to him and Gods did it feel good. But you also held your breath in fear this would backfire. You needed to do this fast before loki changes his mind from being this calm person to starting another fight. Most of his room was clean from yesterday, almost like it was untouched. His bed and desk were the only things needing attending. “ Gods Y/N, you look like you haven’t slept.” There was a pause. You turn and look at Loki. Was he concerned? Why was he asking? “It’s absolutely disgusting and I don’t want to see my maid looking this way. Oh and your clothes. Why are you not in your uniform?” He scoffs. “Gods your pathetic.” You suck in a tight breath. There it was. Why did you even tempt the thought of him caring? You finishing tucking his sheets in and making his bed look perfect. “Firstly it’s absolutely none of your fucking business. Secondly there’s so much I want to respond to that, but your not worth the air loki. Your room is done, my duties are done for the day. I am leaving”.
You begin to storm out but suddenly hear the sound of a cup falling and smashing. Gritting your teeth your turn around on your heel. “Oops. Guess you missed a spot.” He smirks and watches you as You sigh. Of course he did that. You get down on your knees and pull out paper towel and some spray. “Oh and one more thing” loki says. You see his shoes first, he was right in front of you. You tilt your head up slowly but suddenly feel his hand fist your hair, forcefully pulling your head up. Loki leans in close to you his warm breath touching your face. “Remember who the fuck your talking to before you come in here with that attitude” And he did something you were not ready for. He spits across your face in disgust you try pulling away but your small head is in his large grip. “Your fucking pathetic. You are just a maid and nothing more. Now clean it up” he throws you to the floor your head almost hitting the ground.
You listen to his footsteps walk away and when you hear he’s gone you burst into tears. Today definitely got worse. Your chest ached & your eyes welled with tears. Who did you think you were? Talking to a literal god like that? You hated yourself more. You rapidly clean the mess and race back to your bedroom. You spent the rest of the evening crying. You were so hurt, in such a pain you couldn’t comprehend. You needed your mother. How could you let someone like loki treat you this way? Why did it matter if he was a god or a nobody? Why did he hate you so much?
You cried so hard you passed out asleep and when you finally woke it was still dark. What time was it? You didn’t move, you didn’t eat. You just ached. The room was silent for some time but soon you heard a little creek of your door. Startled you freeze up. “Y/N? …it’s uh..it’s Loki”.
#loki layfeson#mcu loki#loki fanfic#loki x y/n#loki smut#smut#angst#angry loki#the maid and the god#chapter three
28 notes
·
View notes
Text
I just got done watching Out of the Past and I don’t think I’ll ever recover omg
I cried like 5 times and it took me an hour to get through cause I had to keep pausing to freak out and compose myself
That episode…GOD THAT EPISODE
I wanna ramble so spoilers below the cut since it’s like, actually a lot
So much in that episode got revealed it’s making me insane
Aja and Shana being the first Starlight Girls makes me so insane. Idk if they had ever mentioned that before and I just didn’t notice or forgot, but GOD that adds sm to the whole band’s bond. As well as adding to them working at Starlight too. They didn’t just work there because they agreed with the dream Jacqui stood for, Aja and Shana WERE the dream. That makes me sooooo crazy TEEHEEHEE
Also the reveal of how their mom died…ough
It explains a lot about Jerrica’s whole character to me tbh. Throughout the whole series so far I’ve been here thinking, “Wow, Jerrica is awfully patient and understanding with people. She’s barely ever mad at or super upset with people she cares about, and if she is it’s not for long”
and like…after learning that YEAH, Of course she’s like that! The last time she saw her mother she acted awful to her
What if she gets upset with someone and that’s the last time she ever sees them? It makes so much sense to me and makes what was seemingly a “flat and almost always perfect” type of character a lot more compelling. Not to say I didn’t like her before, I fuckin adore Jerrica, but that layer of extra complexity adds a LOT to her.
Speaking of Jerrica I loved seeing her grieve more. Both her and Kimber both seemed to have delayed reactions to each of their parents deaths, and sure that may have been accidental (most likely was), I think it’s interesting that big events and happenstances cause these emotions to bubble up later on. It’s gives a grounded layer of realism to their characters and I like that!
I also like that Jerrica used to kinda be a brat when she was younger. She wasn’t ALWAYS so thoughtful and acted like any kid and teen would to stuff happening around her, which again I like. It’s a realistic layer to her that adds a lot for me.
Onto talking about her mom more, the insight on both parents makes me nuts. Synergy being made with Jacqui’s voice and such drives me up the wall, that reveal floored me. But I like that it doesn’t change the fact Synergy is still her own separate being, she’s not Jacqui herself, only similar.
And the earrings being the last thing their father made…ohh makes me crazy. He wanted to give them to Jerrica personally…OOOH MAKES ME CRAZY….HE KNEW HE WAS DYING AND SPENT HIS LAST DAYS GETTING THINGS READY FOR HIS FAMILY…...OOOOHHHH MAKES ME CRAZY
And Eric Raymond…Eric when I catch you Eric. I’m going to kill that man I SWEAR DJJSHX Like I knew he was fucked up but OH MY GOD DUDE
Burning them in front of her!? Knowing it’s all she really has left of her mom voice!?
Slap was DESERVED. Her crying for her mom over the fire, her straight up reaching INTO the fire!? Should’ve beaten his ass.
Side note I fuckin love how much they slap men in this show. It’s not so much it loses its shock and impact when it happens, but enough to where you can say “yeah they slap guys a lot” and it’s true.
I also really like that The Misfits aren’t really active antagonists in this episode either. For multiple reasons.
The most they do is help Eric look for those tapes, and they don’t even know why they’re so important. Even after asking, and Eric is the one that finds them anyways so they don’t ever find out. And they’re left at that, no other appearance.
The Misfit’s rivalry with Jem is very petty and spiteful, as much as it may feel personal for them, it’s really not. It’s simply a band rivalry, an extreme one, but it’s formed out of very juvenile motivation.
Eric’s rivalry is not, his beef with Jerrica is IMMENSELY more personal not only because he used to be part of the company, but because he used to be a friend of the family. He knew this girl ever since she was a teenager, and she was ALWAYS a threat to him having full company control. And once she managed to kick him out the door any nice facade with her was over. She’s the reason he lost so much and depends so heavily on a band that treats him like shit (haha).
Their rivalry is infinitely more personal, and for such a personal conflict involving Jerrica’s dead mother, the woman that started Starlight, it only makes sense this would be a battle for him and him alone.
Additionally,, I just don’t think even The Misfits would go that far. Hell even Raymond with anyone else, but because it was Jerrica Benton specifically he had no issue burning her mother’s tapes right in front of her.
#jem and the holograms#jerrica benton#kimber benton#80s cartoons#the misfits#cartoon nostalgia#nostalgia
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
this is the fastest i’ve ever gotten into something and also the fastest i’ve quit being into it lmfao but i am thankful for the leaks because at least i can process how truly awful that finale is before it airs. i would have been CRUSHED if i watched that with no warning. whoever leaked it really saved my soul bc now i don’t have to watch adrien say he doesn’t know how he’s ever gonna compare to his fucking awful abusive father. fuck whoever came up with those lines btw
i get that adrien’s supposed to be the princess, the damsel in distress, and he needs ladybug/marinette to rescue him all the time blah blah, whatever but my god at least let him be there for it??
i also get why chat noir can’t be there, a) that would mean no bugnoire and they obviously really wanted bugnoire (ugly ass design btw but that could just be me being bitter) for the final fight b) he could very easily get akumatized (chat blanc), monarch could literally mind control him to turn against ladybug the moment he realizes adrien is chat (ephemeral) etc etc, ok valid, but let adrien without the ring be there for it? let ladybug send the goddamn text message and have adrien realize he can’t disobey his father and going there as chat noir isnt gonna end well, let him send the ring with plagg, let felix free him and kagami or whatever idc how, like most of the finale could have been kept the same if they really wanted bugnoire to fight monarch by herself but they really couldn’t let adrien be the one trying to reason with his father?????? like ... why IS HIS GIRLFRIEND OF TWO DAYS DOING THAT INSTEADJSDKJD WHO CARES
wouldn’t it have been amazing to see gabriel not mind controlling his slave son to shut up and instead letting him speak out for once? since he’s suddenly so willing to do the right thing for him? since apparently he realizes he was wrong?? adrien can get taken out before bugnoire detransforms if the problem of him being there is the coveted identity reveal (it’s forever ruined now imo like how is anyone supposed to root for the love square after this mess but that’s a topic for another day) that they’re clearly saving for season 16 so people will still have a reason to watch the show.
if the audience is supposed to sympathize with gabriel bc he sacrificed himself so his son wouldn’t be left alone bc of the choices HE made, what’s wrong with adrien knowing both the bad and the good?? if the audience can feel bad for gabriel, apparently only a misguided family man, newly appointed father of the year™️ , why can’t adrien?? let him be conflicted about how his father terrorized a whole city for months bc he was unable to let the past go but also gave his life in the end to solve the mess HE made?? let him be sad and but also thankful that he isn’t gonna be alone and then guilty for feeling like that?? oh wait, if adrien has problems of his own then he can’t be marinette’s perfect sweet boyfriend anymore. my bad, how could i think adrien gets to have any worries and problems apart from trying and failing at being worthy of marinette’s love. adrien standing up for himself? NO! why would he want to do anything for himself when marinette is right there being so amazing and he can just make his whole world, dreams and motivations revolve around her. 🙄🙄🙄
now this finale wouldn’t suck so much if at least there was a cliffhanger of ladybug telling chat noir what really happened, bc that would mean they intended to give the lies and secrecy of the finale a purpose in s6. cause i get why she isn’t telling adrien (like where would she even start lmfao) but why does chat noir not get to know who he fought against for months?? but this not happening makes me think they had no plans for it to be brought up in s6 at all when they wrote that script and it’s truly the end they thought the agreste arc deserved lmao i would love to be wrong but i’m not feeling hopeful.
the best (worst) part?!?! adrien not finding out his father is monarch is only one of the two enormous life changing secrets he doesn’t get to find out this season. however, i have a feeling his being a sentibeing will be brought up again and he’ll find out eventually but only after he’s been mind controlled some more since his mom, his pseudo-mom, his twin cousin and his gf don’t think it’s necessary to warn him about the importance of those rings. everyone and their mamas gonna be using those rings next season methinks lmfao
anyways fuck this show and i feel sorry for every adrien fan out there that is choosing to remain leakfree and expecting adrien to do anything in the final fight against his abusive father and literal supervillain enemy lmfao you’d think either those would give him a key role in the monarch takedown but uh why would it when marinette can do everything by herself and way better than he ever could. he’ll just take a nap instead.
tales of ladybug and cat noir except when cat noir’s importance to the plot is gonna overshadow ladybug, then bugnoire can do it alone i guess.
#gigantic rant after the cut#ml leaks#this needed to go somewhere#i'm not as upset as i was when i first read the script#but i wanted it on my blog cause its truly an atrocious ending#and sometimes a girl's gotta hate#ml writing salt#or whatever#ml writing critical
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
If I Can Dream
17 - We’re Trapped in a World
cw: use of deadname, misuse of pronouns, use of f slur, use of t slur, mentions of cheating, [verbal] domestic dispute, threats of divorce
Year: 1993
“Steve, please, for the love of god, turn this off,” Eddie huffed.
“What? It’s just music.”
“ABBA isn’t music!”
“You dillweed, yes it is! Back me up here, Bobbs.”
“I like it,” She shrugged from her car seat.
“Of course the hell spawn takes your side with ABBA. Ugh, what a disappointing day.”
“Sorry, papa,” Bobby pouted.
“I’m only teasing, bug. Listen to whatever you want—as long as it makes you happy, then I’m happy.”
“How come the same logic doesn’t apply to me?” Steve asked.
“Because you didn’t come out of me—you don’t get the free pass.”
“I feel like since I didn’t come out of you I should get the free pass.”
“You put her in me—all your free passes are gone, Harrington.”
“Whatever, ABBA stays on.”
Steve turned up the volume as he spoke, making Eddie cringe in his seat. If the pair were still dating, or just didn’t have a child, he would’ve turned it off, smashed the tape, and chucked it out of the window.
But, alas, Bobby was bopping her head along in the backseat. Eddie would be damned if he turned off the music she liked.
The family pulled into the grocery store as the song ended. Eddie thanked all the gods he didn’t believe in and started collecting their belongings—Steve grabbed Bobby as he grabbed their reusable bags. Bobby was hiked up onto Steve’s hip, clutching at the collar of his polo shirt. As the family walked through the threshold of the store, ABBA’s Voulez-Vous was blaring over the speakers.
Steve smirked at his husband as Eddie blatantly ignored him, grabbing the shopping cart. Steve walked ahead of him with Bobby still on his hip—he was prancing around the aisles, bouncing the little one up and down to the beat.
“Voulez-Vous, aha!” Steve sang, bouncing the toddler up and down with each aha.
Bobby giggled giddily as her father used her as a pawn to taunt her other dad. Eddie started walking ahead of Steve, trying to save himself some embarrassment, but it was no use. Steve continued pestering his husband until the song died out over the speakers. Another pop song began to play, and Eddie just tried to tune it out.
“Okay, I can take produce through soda and you can do soda through freezer section?” Eddie asked.
“Yeah, we can do that. Bobbs, do you wanna stay with me or go in the cart with papa?”
“Stay with you,” she pouted. “Sorry, papa, I don’t wike the cart.”
“It’s okay, bug, I understand. No hard feelings. We’ll meet back near the Coke, okay?”
“Sounds good. Come on, bug.”
And with that, the pair split up to complete their shopping list. When Eddie was making his way up his last aisle, before reconvening with Steve, someone accidentally rammed into him with with cart.
“Jesus– watch where you’re going!” he scoffed.
“Sorry, sor… holy shit…” the guy smirked. “Eden Munson?”
“Huh?” Eddie quirked a brow. “Do I know you?”
“Billy… Billy Hargrove. We went to school together.”
“Oh, right. Hi.”
“You look well.”
“Because I am.”
“You seeing anyone these days?”
“Uh, yeah? My husband?”
“Huh, no shit. How long have you been married?”
“We just celebrated our five year.”
“I’m sure Harrington’s kicking himself,” he chortled.
“Why do you say that?”
“His high school crush moved on and is married? I didn’t even date you and I’m upset. Even if you did get rid of your best asset,” he tutted his tongue. “What happened, by the way?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Your chest, Munson– or Missus, whatever. It’s like they vanished into thin air.”
“Are you dumb or just plain stupid?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I’m a dude, Hargrove. Of fucking course they’re gone.”
“Shit… Harrington dodged a bullet, I guess.”
“What’s with your obsession with Harrington, hmm? Because every fucking interaction we’ve ever had has seemed to be centered around him.”
“Awe, Munson, is it a touchy subject? Is he the one that left you?”
“Please,” Eddie scoffed. “What is it with your obsession with him? Is he the one that got away?” Eddie spat.
Billy’s face fell, brows knitted together, tears brimming at his eyes. He grabbed Eddie by the collar and shoved him into the closest shelf—Eddie gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of him.
“Who fucking told you?” Billy grit his teeth. “He said he’d never breathe a fucking word to anyone.”
“You fucked my husband‽” Eddie choked out.
“Husband‽”
“Yeah, husband. Answer the question, Hargrove.”
“I don’t need to answer to some tranny faggot bitch.”
“What the fuck did you just call me?” Eddie sneered.
“Oh, you heard me loud and clear, Munson.”
“It’s Harrington, you jealous fucking bitch.”
“Oh, you are so dead, Mun–”
“Ed?” Steve whispered, setting Bobby down—the toddler ran herself over to Eddie, tugging on his pants to be picked up. “I leave you alone for twenty minutes and you nearly go and get yourself killed. Bobby, come here, please.”
“But papa!”
“And I don’t know what in god’s name he’s doing, but I don’t want you getting hurt. Come here, please.”
“Papa?” Billy whispered, letting go of his shirt. “You’re a mom?”
“God, you’re an idiot. No, I’m a dad. Come here, Bobbs. Papa’s okay.”
He crouched down, arms wide open, and waited for his daughter to run into them. As she tore away from Steve’s hand, she giggled as she crashed into Eddie, making him tumble to the ground.
“Dear lord, you’re gonna be the death of me, Bee,” Eddie chuckled. “I think you were just leaving, Hargrove.”
“Yeah… I think I was…” He stepped by Eddie and Bobby on the floor, making his way over the Steve. He cocked his head to the side and plastered a shit-eating grin across his face. “Good to see you again, Steve. Next time you should tell a fling you’re married.”
He pinched Steve’s cheek before heading towards the registers. Eddie held his daughter close, steam visibly shooting from his nostrils and ears. Steve screwed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath, before heading over to help his husband up from the floor.
“Don’t touch me,” Eddie growled. “Let’s just finished our list and go.”
“Ed–”
“I don’t wanna hear it right now, Steve.”
“Nothing happened!”
“We’ll talk about this when we get home,” he snarled. “How was shopping with daddy outside the cart, huh, bug?”
Eddie threw the last few remaining items into the cart, ignoring Steve the entire time. Not wanting to cause a scene in public, or in front of their daughter, he waited until they were home (and after Bobby was put down for her nap). It wasn’t until the couple was unloading the groceries in the kitchen when Eddie exploded.
“What the fuck happened, Steve?”
“Ed, please–”
“I asked you years ago why anyone would hate you. Why didn’t you fucking tell me he was an ex of yours!”
“Because I didn’t think it was pertinent!” Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. “He also didn’t want me telling people. I was out, he wasn’t—hell, he still isn’t!”
“And how would you know, Steve? Do you just keep tabs on all your ex’s?”
“No, why would I? The only one I know anything about is Nance, but she doesn’t even count! Why are you even so worked up about this, Ed? I chose you. I married you. I had a child with you. He was a dick anyways! It wouldn’t have worked out.”
“It’s not what you did, Steve, it’s what he said.”
“What did he say?” Eddie scoffed and started throwing random things into the pantry. “Ed!”
“Next time you should tell a fling you’re married…”
“Oh my god, you don’t actually think I’ve slept with him since we’ve been together, do you?” Eddie shrugged. “Ed, when have I ever given you a reason to not trust me? Hmm? I love you. I love Bobby. I love our life. I would never be so fucking stupid to throw it all away—especially on an asshole like him.”
“Then why’d he say it, Steve?” Eddie cried.
“Eddie…”
Steve’s heart broke for his husband. He walked over to him and tried wrapping him in a warm embrace, but Eddie kept shooing him away. Steve, however, wouldn’t take no for an answer. He forced his husband into a tight hug where he fell apart in Steve’s arms, sobbing hysterically.
“I love you…” Steve whispered. “I could never leave you. I can’t lose you, Eds.”
“Why’d he say it, Steve?” Eddie continued weeping.
“Because… shit…”
“What?” Eddie sniffed.
“Back when you were pregnant with Bobby, we saw each other at a bar and started talking. You know, catching up, and…”
“And?”
“He made a move on me, Eddie. It wasn’t anything huge, but I was drunk and didn’t stop it right away. I’m sorry…” Eddie’s eyes widened, tears staining his face, jaw hung slack. “Eds?”
“While I was fucking pregnant…”
“Eddie, it was an accident. It literally meant nothing!”
“No, if it meant nothing you would’ve told me about it as soon as you got home! Not five fucking years later!” Eddie broke away from Steve and shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Eddie, I’m sorry! I didn’t want you to freak out. You were hormonal and I didn’t want you putting stress on yourself or Bee!”
“Oh, how considerate of you! I think I’m falling in love all over again!” Eddie spat.
“Eddie, it was a drunken mistake, five–”
“What did you two do?”
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb, you heard me.” Steve bit his lip and sighed, staring up at the ceiling to keep his tears in. “Steven!”
“I love you.”
“Steve!”
“Please don’t leave me,” he teared up.
“Oh my god, you fucked him, didn’t you?”
“No…” Steve’s voice was soft, hardly there at all. “It started with him kissing me… then feeling me up through my jeans, then… everything was a blur and the next thing I remember was him on his knees in the bathroom.”
“Oh my god,” Eddie cried. He fell to the floor, clutching his necklace in his hands, as he wailed out in agony.
“Eddie, please, I’m sorry! It was years ago. I-It meant nothing!”
“How could you cheat on me when I was pregnant with our child!” he sobbed. “I gave up so fucking much for you and that’s how you repay me? I-I can’t even stand to look at you right now, Steven…”
“Ed–”
“I think it would be best if you stayed with your mother for a few days.”
“Eddie, please… don’t do this.”
“You should be grateful I’m not going out and finding a divorce lawyer, you sack of shit! I could so easily leave you and take Bobby with me.”
“You wouldn’t,” he cried.
“You’re right, I wouldn’t… I just… how could you do that to me, Steve? How?”
“I told you, I was drunk,” he pleaded. “I don’t know if he spiked anything or if I just had that much to drink, but I… Ed, it’s been eating me alive for all these years.”
“Good.”
“I love you and I love Bobby. That’s never going to change. I would do anything for you two.”
“I think what kills me the most, Steve, is that since I got pregnant, you barely want to touch me or be intimate with me. But you have no problem doing it with an ex.
“I’m sorry… I love you…”
“I know you do.”
“Please, please believe me when I say it meant nothing.”
“I’m gonna need a bit away from you, Steve, okay? I believe you, but I just can’t look at you right now. After all I’ve done and all I’ve sacrificed for this family, for you to just… it’s insulting.”
“I know and I’m sorry.”
“Sleep on the couch until further notice. Stay away from me unless we’re together with Bobby—I don’t want her thinking anything is wrong. And for the love of god, find a marriage counselor—a good one.”
“Yes, done! I can do that!”
“Okay…” Eddie sniffed. “Jesus fuck, what I’d give to go back in time to two hours ago. Who ever would’ve thought I’d miss listening to ABBA…”
“I won’t let you down again, Ed… I promise.”
“I know you won’t… now, please just… please leave me alone.”
Dinner in the Harrington home that evening was tense—even Bobby could sense something wasn’t right. Her fathers wouldn’t give each other the time of day, they barely spoke to her, and they sat on opposite ends of the dinner table. At the end of their meal, when it was time for Bobby to get washed up and ready for bed, she ran into the living room.
Eddie let out a tired sigh, just wanting the day to be over, and chased after the little one. She slipped through his grip every single chance she got, laughing relentlessly at her father’s failed attempts.
“Bee, please, papa is exhausted.”
“Papa, I wanna listen to music.”
“Fine, one song.”
“Can I put it on?” She asked as she made her way over to the cassette tower.
“Mhmm, sure,” he huffed.
She sorted through the tower of tapes, finally landing on the one she wanted. She popped it into the cassette player and eagerly jumped up and down, waiting for the song to begin.
Steve was in the dining room, still cleaning up the mess from dinner—until he heard their song. He gently closed his eyes and hung his head back, taking in the music.
“Dance with me, papa!” Bobby cheered, tugging at his hand, as If I Can Dream rang throughout the living room.
Eddie began dancing with his little girl, until she ran away right before the bridge. The little one returned just seconds later with Steve by her side, holding his hand, dragging him into the living room.
“Dance with us, daddy!”
“No, bug, I have to clean up.”
“Please, daddy! Please!”
“Can I?” Steve whispered to Eddie, who reluctantly nodded.
Steve picked his daughter up and began swaying her back and forth to the beat. He extended his hand out to Eddie, pulling him close until his cheek was smushed against Steve’s chest. Eddie began silently crying into his husband’s polo shirt, trying desperately to hide his emotions from their toddler.
But as long as a man has the strength to dream, he can redeem his soul and fly… Deep in my heart there's a trembling question, still I am sure that the answer, answer's gonna come somehow out there in the dark…
“There's a beckoning candle,” Eddie quietly sang, “And while I can think, while I can talk, while I can stand, while I can walk, while I can dream. Oh, please let my dream come true…”
Right now… Elvis’s voice finished off.
The family continued to sway back and forth, as the world melted around them. Eddie and Steve had forgotten about their fight—about Billy. All that mattered in that moment was each other and Bobby.
They knew they’d have to fall back into reality—face their fight head on and work together to heal what had been broken.
But that could always wait until the morning.
#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#eddie st4#eddie stranger things#st4#gay#lgbtq#lgbt pride#steddie#joe kerry#joseph quinn#pride#steve x eddie#happy#love#trans eddie munson#transgender#maya hawke#parent steddie#billy hargrove#dacre montgomery#elvis presley#if i can dream
55 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dear Diary (10th Doctor x reader)
Synopsis: The Doctor finds the last of your possessions (unofficial prequel to disillusioned)
The Doctor reached his hand up, patting the surface beside his toolbox as he glowered at the mess of wires. If he didn’t know that the TARDIS was very much on his side, he would say that she had deliberately sabotaged herself.
Huh.
His finger closed around something large. Pages. A book? Proper 21st century Earth fake leather, judging by the feel of it. He definitely didn’t have one of those just lying around.
He hauled himself up to the platform, avoiding the various tools he had left scattered around. The hammer-wrench (hanch? wrammer?) had seemed like a great idea initially, but broke awfully often for something welded together with such precision and he was starting to think that the TARDIS was deliberately damaging it to keep it away from her. Right. The book.
Flicking the pages, the soft scent of faded perfume and well-worn pages drifted up. Oh. It was yours. But you were gone and all that was left of you was your book. The familiar scrawl of your handwriting crammed the pages with dreams and hopes maybe. Dreams and hopes he had totally destroyed.
A gentle waft of cool air from the TARDIS vents flipped the pages, and as they settled, the Doctor’s eyes focused on your words. He knew it was wrong. An invasion of your privacy. But it wasn’t as if he would see you again.
Dear Diary,
I really fucking like him. I like being close to him, fuck, I look at him and just feel so attracted to him. And it’s not just that. I love talking to him, we get on well, always have something to say (maybe because I agree to everything?)
A bitter, unfamiliar taste poisoned his mouth as he twisted his lips into a grimace. Who did you like?
He turned the page.
Dear Diary,
I don’t know if I can do this. I really like him. But I know I’ll always come second to Rose. Oh. He blinked. The Doctor won’t talk about her anymore and I know she’s gone so it’s not fair that I’m getting jealous and disliking her. But I just want to be someone’s first choice. I don’t want to compete for his attention with a ghost, and know that of course he prefers her. It’s Rose fucking Tyler!
I think what’s so disheartening is the idea that you’ll never be enough. You. Singular. Aren’t. Enough. For. Them. But I knew what I was signing up for – it’s my own stupid fault for getting attached (I’ll never compare to her).
But you were enough. And more. He had driven you away, but…
It was for the better. This way you couldn’t get hurt or die, you could settle down, have a nice family, and have a fulfilling life on Earth. It wasn’t as if he was constantly turning around to explain something to you, or to watch the awe creeping onto your face. And then remembering that you were gone.
It had been nice to see it all through someone else’s eyes again.
He turned the page again. It was like a torturous compulsion, he needed to know what you had said.
Dear Diary,
I didn’t know love hurt. No. That’s stupid to say. It’s not love. But God it’s the closest I’ve ever been to it.
The book shut with a snap, and he threaded the clasp shut again. The TARDIS hummed and he laughed. He laughed because that was the only thing he could do.
He leant his head back against the console. “I’ve been really stupid, haven’t I?”
The TARDIS hummed, glowing brighter in affirmation.
“But I can’t go back for her. She’s safer without me.”
-
dw masterlist: @underratedhotties @mxacegrey
tenth doctor taglist: @kjaneway1 @tarorootboba @alexxavicry @sherazyjade @itevilhag @thedocsorder @0witchtrials0 @mystic-writings @wewaitinthatspace @Sylumarts @merrychristmooose @nyxrae @lightgirl19 @iloveangstposts @Diego42 @actual-trash-goblin @gurkiloni
join my taglist
#ten#tenth doctor x reader#ten x reader#tennant!doctor x reader#tenth doctor imagine#tenth doctor#10 x reader#10th doctor x reader#doctor who imagine#doctor who x reader
60 notes
·
View notes
Text
I enjoy listening to reddit stories from time to time, especially Mark Narrations, Markee and Vincey on Youtube. It’s interesting, sometimes quite fun and other times sad.
With that being said, I’m REALLY tired of people calling everything from a messy divorce or a huge argument, to a shitty but not overly dangerous accident TRAUMA.
Like, yes, I understand different people will be more or less affected than others from shitty things and yes, something that appears mundane to some people might be real hardships to others.
But come on.
Sometimes bad shit happens that yes, feel awful, but you wouldn’t compare it to, for example, a sudden death of a child or partner, or a life/death situation where you genuinly didn’t know if you would survive (shortterm OR longterm), a severe illness or sexual abuse.
Someone, even if it’s a family member, telling you that you’re ugly or stupid, is really shitty behavior that should be called out, but it’s not a trauma.
Not everyone having a less than ideal childhood suffers from trauma due to it and by throwing that word around like it can be applied to any shitty misfortune is downplaying what the word is supposed to represent.
And speaking of words that people overuse in inappropriate situations:
Abuse.
I love listening to the reddit channels but for the love of therapy and dictionaries, someone lashing out from stress on occasion, isn’t an abuser.
Someone not understanding you perfectly and therefor perhaps not agreeing with your take on the situation, isn’t abusive.
You not being able to know the intention behind someone’s choice of words or actions, is not automatically a sign of abuse.
More examples:
Love bombing: that’s a term used to describe the way a cult uses compliments and affection to lure a new recruit in - not a word to throw at anyone being a bit too much with showing affection in general.
Gaslighting: this is when someone intentionally trying to make you doubt your own experiences, your own thoughts and feelings - it’s not the same as someone having a completely different take on the same situation.
Narcissism: OH MY GOD, JUST FUCKING DON’T! I have been friends with people who really displayed professionally diagnosed narcissism and I want to fucking scream whenever some 20-25 something redditor throws this label around like it’s on sale.
Being on the narcissistic spectrum can be displayed in several different ways, but one crucial point is lacking in the ability to develop deep, meaningful relationships. SOMEONE SHOWING A REALLY SELFISH SIDE SOMETIMES DOESN’T MAKE THEM QUALIFIED FOR A SERIOUS PERSONALITY DISORDER!
While I applaud people being more and more comfortable with discussing and opening up about mental problems of different kind, I wanna scream into the void whenever I read or hear some 25~ish redditor use a whole ass dictionary of psychiatric terms in a precocious tone, while being about as black and white about the situation as any psychiatry professional would instantly know is the LEAST appropriate way to address it.
And lastly: no professional psychiatric doc/nurse or therapist would DREAM of putting clinical labels on someone that isn’t even their patient.
You don’t sound serious or educated, empathic, kind or smart by calling anything shitty on Earth trauma and it certainly does no service to those who truly suffer from them.
My sister was forced out of the hospital room by her 11-year-old daughter’s doctor because they knew she’d otherwise witness her only daughter die.
KNOWING her daughter was dying, was trauma.
HAVING TO PLAN her only child’s funeral, was trauma.
Me, grieving on a distance due to covid was horrible as hell, yes, but I wouldn’t call it outright trauma. It was horrendous and awful and shitty and the worst period of my life, but I wasn’t the one going through the actual trauma. My sister and her husband were.
So no, your parents’ messy but normal divorce wasn’t trauma.
Your older sibling having the shitties temper in their teens, wasn’t abuse.
And people trying to look from the outside without agreeing with your feelings 100%, aren’t invalidating you or gaslighting or manipulating you.
Sometimes you just NEED to use a bit lighter WORDS.
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
1, 3 and 5 for both vesper and fenix >:))
not lying when i say question 1 had me pensive for HOURS, under the cut because..it’s long. while you read this you need to imagine me sobbing
1.Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?
okay first thing. i think that both aren’t the most romantic people on the world, fenix is a bit more romantic than vesper but not that much. both never dreamed of love: vesper has been alone for most of her life so she would dream of companionship, any form of it, she didn't have anyone in the world for so long, love was never her first concern. fenix never thought of love, probably didn’t even know what the word meant, to him love was just another form of betrayal (his parents abandoning him when he was a kid, his own brother being a complete awful man), he didn’t get the bare minimum of family love, he wasn’t going to experience any other kind of love, he just knew it and he didn’t care.
i’m not being dramatic when i say that they first started dreaming of love when they met each other and slowly fell in love, which made the way they fell apart more hurtful: i said this before but fenix started acting more and more distant because he was scared of being that vulnerable with someone (trauma huh?) and vesper only got heartbroken by that, thinking that probably she just didn’t deserve to be loved at all, by anyone in the world. just...falling in love with someone each day a bit more and watching that person slip from your fingers the more you love them...UGHUGH UG H I WANT TO HIT FENIX RN but i forgive him just because deny yourself the love you crave isn’t a easy thing too.
so marriage. hm. i’m pretty sure vesper thinks marriage isn’t something for her, mainly because she’s scared of repeating the same dynamic her parents had. she thinks that there’s no way for her to escape that kind of destiny because she would replicate the only and first example of love she ever witnessed. she thinks she is doomed. fenix thinks marriage is...fenix doesn’t think anything of marriage tbh. mostly because he didn’t have any reason to think of it, he was never going to fall in love. well clown nose on you man, YOU ARE going to think of it. i do think that at some point they both thought about it but while vesper went “haha. yea no.”, fenix went “haha...WAIT WHAT IF”. they joked about it too and he playfully called her “my sweet wife” a few times until it wasn’t a joke anymore. i do believe that fenix would propose, cross on my heart, it would take him idk what kind of herculean strength to do that but i think he would after thinking of it for so long. now thing is...i both think that vesper could straight up refuse or say yes. i mean UGHHH. she surely is scared for multiple reasons + what if that's heartbreak 2.0.? yes she gave him a second chance but you know, there's fear there. MAYBE..MAYBE she wouldn’t give an answer on the spot, she would probably be speechless and then going “wait i need to t h i n k”. (cut to fenix experiencing 300 heart attacks because of this). fuck it i say she would agree in the end, probably fenix would have to reassure her a whole damn lot but i say WE ARE GOING TO HAVE THIS WEDDING.
this needs me to spend a few words on a possible wedding too because do you know how long italian weddings last? you basically need a whole damn day. A FULL DAY. you sit down to eat at noon and finish eating at like, midnight. a buffet, two first dishes and second dishes, fruit, the cake, all of this alternating dancing moments and other entertainments. i don’t think neither vesper or fenix would care too much about a BIG wedding but they want to follow that vibe, fenix already doesn’t have...anyone to invite, be it friends or family, SO LET’S GIVE HIM HIS ITALIAN WEDDING. vesper would probably wear a dress, something she hates to do but fuck it, fenix would dress fancy but god forbid he wears a necktie. the only people invited are probably daniel, nader, panam, viktor, vittoria (vesper’s first ex, they are very good friends <3) and whoever very close friend they have, no family because yea..we know. daniel should be vesper’s..bridesmaid jfkjfh but since...fenix is huh..he..he doesn’t..yea (sobs) he doesn’t have anyone else, daniel is going to be his best man while panam is vesper’s bridesmaid. no dad so daniel is going to do most of the things their dad should’ve done for vesper, this is actually very sweet i’m (sobs). generally that would be ONE HELL OF A DAMN PARTY and i’m sure something would get broken because these people are damn crazy and what's a wedding without drama. the lunch would be one HELL of a meal please invite me too i love italian wedding i love eating. and just yea. just i think there would be some tears involved because woo look where we are after all the shit we went through but lots and lots of fun and I JUST HAD TO PUT ALL OF THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM THANKS (explodes)
3. Is your muse good at kissing? Are they experienced?
vesper is a shy kisser at first but quickly gains back confidence the second she gets confirmation from partner that everything is good, that’s something they want too. i would say that she is experienced a good amount. for someone that acts cold and tough most of the time she sure gives those kind of kisses that make you feel all fuzzy and loved and warm inside (miss i love you miss i-)
fenix huh yeah, i mean. he’s a passionate kisser, needs to have his hands do something too while he is kissing because that only adds to the experience and he needs to be a menace every time he does anything. BUT i wouldn’t say he’s experienced, dropping this bomb here but vesper is his first serious relationship. he had a few night stands in his past but never liked being kissed by strangers when doing that, he really is out there drawing the line at kissing strangers on the lips. man.
5. Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection?
vesper HATES pda, especially if it’s her brother that is hanging around when someone is trying to be affectionate with her, especially fenix because he always goes overboard. fenix loves pda fhkjsdfhkj yes he’s showing off his love, yes he’s going to kiss and hug and god knows all the things he is capable of in public. they fight about this and vesper every time tells him to quit it but he gets on his best behaviour for five seconds before going back at it
ask meme || oc page
#ask games#ask#nuclearstorms#oc: vesper#oc: fenix#THANK YOU BONES YOU UNLOCKED MY PANDORA'S BOX I WANT TO CRY AND SOB I'LL DISAPPEAR NOW#thank youuu for the ask MWAH MWAH <33
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Bird Season
A concept idea of what I planned for Dreamswap in my story. Inspired by @krazykumiii and their headcanons.
Chrom is Cross, Richard is Ink, Flare is Error, Robin is Nightmare, and Phoenix is Dream (all from Dreamswap). Enjoy!
“Huh?!”
Robin nodded, “It seems your friend got kidnapped….”
Noelle looked upset, “They took Bunny…?”
Everyone else however was a bit more concerned about something else. They look back to see that I still haven’t said anything the entire time. When I suddenly stood up, Kris stood beside me.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” They said.
“Our friend is being held captive! She’s like my little sister! Why the hell would you expect me to stick around on my ass when I can just go and get her,” I exclaimed.
Flare spoke up, “Not a good idea. The Justice Reign are a serious group that is led by Robin’s brother and-“
“I don’t give a FUCK Flare! Listen I know there are some AUs I would never wanna mess with and some of them are the alternative versions of Dream as well. BUT. He fucked with ME. SO! We gotta problem. And I’ll be DAMNED if you gonna make me sit around twiddling my thumbs when I can go whoop yo bro’s ass. Ok? Ok I’m going,” I vented out before opening a portal and heading into the Justice Reign’s castle.
“….is you’re friend always like this,” Robin asked.
“Only when she’s lost her patience and ready to kick ass,” Susie said with a wide and smug grin.
Chrom laughed, “Nah I gotta see this.” Everyone ended up following right after me.
Bunny sat uncomfortably in a chair as she looked around the room. Phoenix was doing his paperwork and ignoring her. The silence and awkwardness was killing Bunny but there wasn’t much else to do but sit there. She COULD escape….if it wasn’t for Richard glaring daggers at the back of her neck. She’s starting to miss the original Ink now….
Suddenly a guard came rushing into the office, “Your highness! A mad lady has wrecked havoc in the training yard! S-She’s a lunatic! Thankfully no one is hurt but she requests your audience.”
Phoenix groaned, “I see….Richard. Go and meet her instead. This could very well be a trick. I will stay here and guard the captive.”
Richard nodded, “Understood.”
They immediately rushed to the area while Phoenix stayed hidden after tying a cloth around Bunny’s mouth. Upon entering the room, I sighed heavily.
“Thank god the others came along….they’ll keep them busy until I get-,” I stopped noticing Bunny was tied to a chair, “Bunny! Oh thank god you’re ok. Still what the hell….tying you up?! These guys are such jerks!”
I began to untie her, not knowing Phoenix was still in the room. He stealthy came out of his hiding spot land summoned his claymore. I finally got to Bunny’s makeshift gag and-
“BEHIND YOU-,” She screamed as soon as I removed the cloth.
I quickly summoned my crowbar and swung back, last minute colliding with the claymore. Our eyes met….my eyes glowing in colors of the galaxy and shaped like a dragon’s making Phoenix drop his guard as he stared in awe and shock. I managed to push him back, making him bump into his desk. I finished untying Bunny.
“Get out of here! I’ll hold him off for now,” I shouted, “And don’t start talking shit just go!” Bunny flipped me off but did as I told her.
Phoenix raised his claymore yet again, “You can use magic….I see. You are more formidable then I thought.”
I sat up, “Dude I don’t know WHAT your problem is with me but you don’t EVER get my family involved! If I’m the problem, then deal with ME. Don’t use cheap tricks to bait me here!”
“But it worked didn’t it? The problem is that you created The Core Virus, Virisity, and the viruses and created chaos among the other AUs. You caused too much negativity and problems,” He took a couple of swings and I did my best to dodge them, “You have caused my team and my people so much stress and I must put an end to this!” Jeez for a guy swinging a heavy sword, he’s fast as hell!
“And you’re acting on this now?! I’ve already been amending my mistakes and we have been through so much and I am NOT letting a dumb golden pigeon ruin our hard work and hurt us,” I shouted back, “LEAVE. US. ALONE!!!” I finally managed to knock his sword out of his hand.
We both stared at each other then back at the sword….then we both dashed to grab it. I tried to lunge for it but Phoenix grabbed me. I flailed around and successfully escaped his grip, only to be pinned against the wall. I looked up at him with a huff and readied my crowbar to knock him upside the head but he grabbed the crowbar and threw it away.
“LET GO,” I shouted.
“No I don’t think I will. Not until you behave,” Phoenix said looking very done with my shit.
I stuck my tongue at him, “Can’t keep up old man?”
He surprised me with a smirk, “Says the one who’s trapped beneath me.” I tried to push him off but his wings instinctively wrapped around me, trapping me further.
“What are you planning you damn pigeon….,” I said glaring up at him.
“….perhaps we can work something out. As I said, you are more formidable then I thought and you further proved this point. No one’s ever unarmed me before….especially a human,” Phoenix explained while leaning closer, “I promise to provide protection and shelter for you and your team. As long as you do as I say. What do you say?”
“….let me talk with my friends first,” I said, “We’ll come back with our answer right after.” I thought he wasn’t going to allow it….but he surprisingly backed away and went back to his desk.
“I will let you all go….but only this once. I expect a reply as soon as possible. Until then,” Was all he said before continuing his work from before. I left completely confused at the interaction but shook it off as I ran to meet up with the others before he decided to change his mind. Phoenix smiled when I left.
“What an interesting human….,” His mind wandered to how I fought and how determined I looked. He was hoping I’d come back….maybe by then he’ll figure out why his soul is still beating so fast….
Bonus:
Same energy on how I was talking to Flare earlier-
#my writing#self insert#funny#undertale au#ds nightmare#ds cross#DS Dream x self insert#enemies to lovers#humor#fluff#love at first fight#ds error#DS ink#original character#susie deltarune#kris deltarune#noelle deltarune
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
Ⓐ Estella
Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours
Attractiveness:
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
Nunnally: This goes without saying that Estella is beautiful. She is actually one of the most beautiful persons I have ever seen. That hair, these eyes and her kindness. She is so fragile and like not really belonging to demon or human worlds. She does look like a princess! I know that is awful as she is like a sister to me that I am not even half as beautiful as she is!
Personality:
grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible
Nunnally: Estella is not only beautiful, but she is also genuinely good and kind. I have never met a person that would be so understanding, so sympathetic, so perfect! I always find consolation in her company. I would like to spend more and more time with her, to show what I like...but unfortunately that was not possible as we come...from different worlds. And now...that Gwydion wants to take her away from me!
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||
Nunnally: It's more like a family. I think of her as my older sister. I am convinced we are true friends even if there are some issues growing between us recently. But I really love her, and I hope we can overcome our problems. Somehow.
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Nunnally: Our first meeting was really unexpected. She bumped into me on a street. Around Ester! But we immediately liked each other! We found so many common themes to discuss and we discovered we are so similar! Perhaps because we are both rather old-fashioned.
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Nunnally: What should I add... I love her and I trust her. Deep down. Even if we fight, I still love her and still trust her. Although probably she hates me right now...
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
Nunnally: We have not really kissed in such a way. That is a ridiculous idea! We are friends.
#Estella#yourlocaltea#Nunnally#Nunnally Sakamaki#rating meme#deleted the part you do not do#anyway. it is irrelevant for them#still friends?#still sisters?#Nunnally still loves her
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Episode 42 Transcript: Hey, What’s a Fella to Do?
[intro guitar music]
G: Hello, my name is Grey.
C: And my name is Crystal.
G: And this is Busty Asian Beauties, the Supernatural commentary podcast where I, someone who has seen this show several times–
C: And I, someone who only knows the show through social media, discuss every single episode of Supernatural from start to finish. Also, we are both Asian.
G: Both Asian! For today's episode. [laughs] Holy shit! I still have not–
C: What?
G: I still don't know the–
C: Watched it?
G: No!
C: [laughs] Oh, okay!
G: I have, in fact, watched the episodes we're about to discuss. I just don't know who the writers are. Let me see.
C: Raelle Tucker, which you can tell, because she uses herself in the “Then” sequence. And then near the end, Sam's attitudes about hunting directly mirror the ones that she put on him in “Hunted” that didn't make any goddamn sense.
G: Today, we will be discussing Season 2, Episode 20: “What Is and What Should Never Be” written by, as Crystal said, Raelle Tucker, directed by– [laughs]
C: Boooooo!
G: Mr. Eric Kripke himself! Yeah, babygirl.
C: I–did he direct–what? Okay, I'm going to look at what he has directed before. I want to know why he thought this episode was so special that he directed–
G: He has not. This is–this is his first episode that he directed–
C: Oh my god.
G: And, allegedly–
C: He was like, “Dean is such a babygirl that I simply must” [G laughs] –allegedly what?
G: Well, allegedly they had, like, to draw lots or something for what episode they're going to direct, and he ended up–or like, he chose episode 20, but at the time he didn't know that episode 20 was gonna be this. So this is not like a matter of–
C: So he thought it would be plot and not a deviation.
G: Yeah. Okay, here's the thing. We usually reserve our full thoughts of the episode at the end. But I feel like this episode deserves a pre-thought–like a pre-episode thought discussion, so–
C: Okay.
G: Let's–let's talk about my thoughts of this episode.
C: Yes.
G: I have a love-hate relationship with this episode.
C: Uh-huh.
G: I hate it because [laughs] it's so unrelated to what's happening in season two.
C: Yeah.
G: And I feel like if I just watched it by itself, I would have enjoyed it a lot more, but because we're watching it in chronological order, it falls flat, like it physically–like, it actually angers me that it's here–
C: Yeah.
G: Because it's so irrelevant. And like, next episode we're going to have a two-part finale, and this is the episode prior to that. Why?
C: ‘Cause season two is about Dean, and about how he doesn't want to kill Sam. That's what they've decided. They've decided that Sam doesn't matter.
G: Yeah. And it's so evident in this episode that they really do not give a fuck about that guy. Like that guy can–that guy barely exists in their head.
C: Aw. Sorry, Sam.
G: I would say I like the episode apart from that, though, because of–because the heart of the show and the heart of this episode is family, and that's why I like it, you know? And this- because this episode is so family-centered. I did shed some tears in like certain scenes–
C: Oh, for real?
G: Yes, for real. And yeah, like, it's good as a solo episode. I think, like, when you think about this one, you should think about it as separate from the season. Because if you don't, it sucks.
C: Yeah, I feel like it would work better as a season one or season three episode.
G: Like we said last time, season three is the prime time for this episode to be happening.
C: Yeah. The djinn’s argument that Dean should stay is a lot stronger in season three, because it's like, he's gonna die in six months, anyway.
G: I hate this episode, but I love it. I can't help it! [both laughing]
-
G: Okay, before going in what did you know about this one?
C: Right. So I knew that the monster in it would be a djinn, and that Dean gets put in some dream world where his mom didn't die, but John did, hell yeah, uh, and that he has a girlfriend there named Carmen, who he finds out later is in a beer ad. Okay, I feel like I just know everything in this episode, actually.
G: Yeah, just everything.
C: Yeah.
G: Because it's a very, very prominent, very in the culture of SPN episode.
C: It’s considered a Dean thesis.
G: Yeah, it is considered that. God, can you believe the last three episodes are like this before the finale where we're supposed to care deeply about Sam?
C: Right, I just, “Hollywood Babylon,” ”Folsom Prison Blues,” “What Is and What Should Never Be,” like, Sam is not a character in any of these. Like, he's actually, I feel like he's made to be somewhat unlikable in all of them, actually. I don’t know, it’s the lead up to him being, like, put into the Hunger Games, and the whole thing is like, “Dean is such a silly fun little guy who doesn't want to hunt anymore and Sam’s just a judgmental bitch.” [both laugh] Like, that’s not the correct lead up to the finale.
G: Yeah. Okay, let’s start–so the “Road So Far” in this episode’s pretty good. I like it.
C: Eh.
G: I–okay. I'll take that as “It's not,” and–okay, fine. [both laughing]
C: No further debate, I agree. [G laughs]
G: I do not feel strongly enough to fight for my fucking life for the “Road So Far” of this episode.
C: I just think it's silly that they basically replayed the entire pilot beginning scene, like, we know that Mary died of a fire, like, you say it a lot.
G: I mean, maybe the reason why I like it is because it's different. It's not like, “Dad wants us to pick up where he left off [C laughs], saving people–” like, it's not that. So.
C: So we open on a license plate that says CNK80Q3.
G: Aw, they changed it!
C: And it’s Baby, but they changed her name because of the cops being after them, I suppose. It only took them like, twenty encounters for them to consider it.
G: By, KAZ. That's the–that's the Impala’s old name. You are now ceenick.
C: Welcome, conk. [G laughs]
So yeah, Dean gets a call, and Sam's in a motel room, and he's worried about a cop car outside, but it eventually drives away, so it was a false alarm. Sam's not happy about being a fugitive, but Dean says, “Hey, man, chicks dig the danger vibe.” Kay. Uh and Sam's reading a lot of book about djinns, which, speaking of, are not portrayed accurately in this Supernatural episode, and we have several facts about them from Bee, aka angelhannah on the Tumblr, that we will sprinkle throughout when they become relevant. Thank you Bee for that work. Um, right, and he asks Dean about a case that they're working where there were a lot of missing victims, and Sam’s pretty sure that they're hunting a djinn, and Dean seems to know nothing about them. He's like, “What, a genie? Do they grant wishes?” [G laughs]
G: Yeah, I mean, I guess they've never encountered them at this point
C: Yeah, but somehow he knows about the “silver knife dipped in lamb's blood” part, which seems like–
G: Yeah.
C: Something that you'd need a lot of prior background knowledge on, at least in the world of Supernatural where that's how you defeat a djinn. Mmm. Who knows? I guess Sam wouldn't let him hang up without having that information via text at some point. Yeah, so he says that they're powerful enough, and he says “they're not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants”? Uh, which I guess is something that happened in a movie somewhere.
G: [laughing] That sounds bad, so we're–let's just not get into it.
C: Yeah. Um, right.
G: Unless you want to.
C: No, yeah. And he says that djinn have been feeding off people for centuries, and that they're all over the Quran, uh, which is true. But you'd think that if he read that source, then he would know that the lamb's blood knife doesn't actually work. So–and Dean, for some reason is just like, “Oh my God! Barbara Eden was so hot!” Like, it’s been thirty seconds of Dean on screen, and so far he's talked about wanting to fuck women twice. Like, is there a–like a writing reason for this? Or is that just Dean?
G: Okay, here's the thing. Uh, wait, to answer your question, like, “Is there a writing reason for this?” I don't fucking know. [laughs] But, uh, this entire episode, it just reeks of misogyny.
C: Yeah.
G: It's like–
C: It's so funny near the end when like, djinn Sam is like, “Please don't go, Dean!” And then a girlband manifests from around him. [both laughing]
G: No, it’s just, it's so evident that Supernatural really does see women as solely like, mothers, and like, wives and girlfriends, you know, like, these women don't have inner lives.
C: Yeah.
G: They're just here, and I get that, like, it's like, complicated in that this is like, the dream world of a misogynistic man.
C: Right, it’s just Dean–
G: Right, so it’s like, misogynistic for that reason. But you can argue the same about Supernatural, especially up until this point of the show that, like, a lot of the women that they–that show up on screen really just only serve that–as that purpose. As love interests, or as fucking baby incubators. You know, it's just–Jesus, man.
C: Yep. Yeah. Also, we have to remember that this was written by Raelle Tucker, one of the creators of the Andreaverse. [G laughs]
G: Andreaverse is still the funniest thing that we’ve developed in this podcast. Literally the amount of women in the Andrea Supernaturall verse is astounding.
C: Yeah, good for all of them. Or not. Yeah, um, Sam says that djinns usually live in ruins, where they hide out, uh, and Dean says, “Okay, I found a place, and I'll go check it out.” And Sam goes, “Wait, wait, come pick me up first!” And Dean’s like, “No.” [laughs] And that’s this entire season. Yeah, and he says, “I’m sure it's nothing. I just want to take a look around.” Which is, like, more callous than Dean usually is about cases with potentially dangerous creatures, right?
G: Well, he did go down into that fucking–like, when he's alone, he's stupid as shit for some reason. [C laughs] Like, remember that time in “Scarecrow” where he just went down into the haunted, uh, thing without any weapons or whatever?
C: Oh my god. Yeah.
G: And you were like, “Why does he not have any weapons?” And it's like well, because he's stupid as fuck, that’s why. [C laughs]
C: So true. I was gonna try to make a theory that something in him subconsciously was like, “I want a wish granted, and I don't want Sam there for it.” But you're right. He's just stupid, actually. [both laugh]
-
C: He shows up to some factory, and he goes through, it's abandoned, and he's looking around, it's dark and stuff, and then suddenly, [laughing] this bald white guy with face tattoos shows up. Oh my god. Yeah, um, so, right. Bee has told us that djinns can't actually be seen, you only see a vision of them that they create, and it's usually a person that you know, not a bald white guy with face tattoos.
G: Yeah. I feel like that's such a missed opportunity on Supernatural behalf.
C: Yeah. Like, it could literally be Mary right now, you guys.
G: I–imagine, like, this episode, but instead of stabbing himself, Dean has to stab Mary.
C: Yes!
G: Why, why, why didn't he do that? Why did he not have to kill his mother that he wished to come alive to kill the djinn? Yeah.
C: Right? Like, we already know that Dean is suicidal, like, been there done that, make him kill Mary. [both laugh]
G: Make him kill his own mother.
C: Yep. And they could also possess someone or something, uh, and basically they live in a realm that we can't see, because their true forms can drive a man mad. Neat.
-
C: So–right. So this guy shows up, and he like, attacks Dean, and then his hand starts glowing blue in the jankiest special effect I've ever seen, and his eyes glow, and he puts his hand on Dean's forehead, and Dean passes out, and we get our splash screen
G: Actually, I read in the Wiki that the–the blue flame in their hand is a reference to the fact that, like, according to the lore, like, djinns, are made from–
C: Oh, from fire.
G: From, like, from–yeah, like from fire. From smokeless fire, I think is the term that they used in the Wiki. So, [laughs] at least they were trying to do something.
C: Yeah.
G: So Dean wakes up, and he's hashtag shirtless in a hashtag house, in a hashtag bed–why am I doing this?
C: Also, the necklace that he’s wearing isn’t the Samulet.
G: It’s different. It’s not the Samulet. Yeah.
C: Right. So he just wears a necklace. Like, he bought one, and he wore it because he's our special jewelry boy. Uh, and also, he wasn't on top, or else it would have swung and hit Carmen in the face. Just a thought. [G laughing]
G: Um, sure, yeah.
C: I mean, you can’t wear necklaces in bed if you’re on top, like, it will hit people in the face,
G: I mean, I've never had occasion to wear a necklace while on top, but I will believe you.
C: I’ve talked to friends who wanted to keep their jewelry on in bed and couldn't because it kept swinging and hitting their partner in the face. [G laughs]
G: Uh, anyway, he wakes up, and there's a woman, and of course we get a shot of her legs as it pans up her body.
C: Yeah. And she’s naked.
G: Because this is Supernatural, in case you forgot. And so Dean is like, “Okay, what is happening?” So he gets up, and he's wearing a Henley. OMG! Okay [laughs], he's wearing a Henley this episode and I feel like this is really the first time that at least I have noticed Dean wearing a Henley, and in my head, this is like, the Dean look, you know, and I know, like, most people probably say it's the leather jacket, or like a flannel, the red one from when he was a demon, or like, the bisexual one [laughs] that the people–that don’t want to be–the purple one or something.
C: It’s such a stretch. It’s barely purple, you guys, I’m sorry. [G laughing]
G: Well, I support people who call it the bisexual shirt.
C: Mm.
G: But, for me, the Dean look is the Henley, and–I am miserable because whenever I look up “Henley,” like, on stores here in the Philippines, like, nothing shows up, people–people don't call anything “Henley” here, and I have never found it in like, a department store or anything. So I still don't have one, which is very misery-inducing.
C: Yeah.
G: But one day I will, and I will be like, “OMG, I'm just like Dean Winchester for real.” [laughing]
C: So true.
G: So true.
-
C: Let's talk about his interior design in this home that he supposedly lives in. First off, he has a TV in his bedroom, right? But it's–isn’t– it's on the side wall, like, on his side of the bed, so he literally bought a TV to put in his room that only he can watch.
G: Oh my god, you're right. You're right. [laughs]
C: Sick, sick in the head.
C: Also, in the kitchen we see that he has a guitar.
G: Aww.
C: I'm going to say that Carmen plays it, though.
G: Dean canonically knows how to play the guitar.
C: Oh, really, from when?
G: Yeah.
C: From the karaoke episode, or–
G: No, from “Bad Boys.”
C: Is that the one where he gets sent to the boy’s home for–
G: Yeah.
C: For shoplifting because John’s the worst man alive?
G: Yeah, it’s that one. I think he plays the guitar there with his gf Robin.
C: Aww, yeah, okay–
G: So cute.
C: The thing is, I don't think I could take any Dean doing music seriously, because now I'm just like, “That's just Jackles trying to promote Radio Company.” [G laughs]
G: Okay, not to bash Radio Company, but like, why is it called Radio Company?
C: Yeah.
G: I literally–that's such a bad name, right?
C: I agree.
G: Radio Company. “What's the name of your music label?” “Radio Company.” “So is it called Radio–” “No no no no, it's called Radio Company.” “So, the Radio Company–”
C: Also, that song that everyone's, like, all, like, gaga over, cause, like, it–
G: “You were watching over me.” That one.
C: Yeah, the lyrics are so generic, and the song is so boring [G laughs], and like–sorry if this is about someone who died in your life, like, genuinely, like, if that's your way of expressing it, then, like, good for you. But, like, we don't need to care about it, like, that's for you. Like, I don't care about it. Because it's not good.
G: No, wait, I’m looking up the lyrics–Radio Company–
C: “Lay it on, it on, it on, it on, [both laughing] now that I can see, now that I can see, couldn’t bear to talk, to talk, to talk, without the will to breathe, without the will to breathe.”
G: We’re so mean, we're so mean. I'm going to cut off half of this because it's so mean. But yeah, yeah. [C laughs]
I've listened to a bit of Radio Company because we've had mutuals–oh, we still have them–we have mutuals who are like, “Oh, but the songs are actually decent, like, the songs are actually good, like you should give them a shot,” and I was like, “Okay, I'll give it a shot,” and I was sorely disappointed. I think I've said this before, either in an outtake or over here, but like, I feel like Radio Company songs try so hard to be deep, and then I read the lyrics, and they're just completely fucking incomprehensible. [both laugh] And like–
C: Maybe that's because Jensen Ackles is too smart for you, Grey. [G laughs]
G: Yeah, exactly. That must be the reason why. [C laughs] I am way too stupid for Radio Company's caliber of songwriting.
C: Exactly.
G: Anyway. Uh, Dean walks around and he calls Sam.
C: Yeah, okay, did you see what was on Sam’s fucking phone?
G: Yes! [C screams] I took a picture!
C: I did too!
G: I'm going to recite it.
C: You read it.
G: So, Sam Winchester, texting Christopher Cooper. Here goes. “Hey, dude, dot dot dot dot [both laugh], how are you doing, man? I'm doing pretty darn good [C screaming]- I’m doing pretty darn good myself. I've been meaning to sit down and write you, but I've been so darn [C scream-laughing] busy. I’ve been [laughing] meaning to call, too. But hey, what's a fella to do?” [C screaming]
G: I–I'm in love with this. I genuinely–
C: Yeah.
G: Why does he talk like this?
C: [laughing] Need me some dick from a man who types like this.
G: First of all, they can say “damn” in Supernatural.
C: Yeah. So Sam just doesn’t.
G: Sam’s just like, “I'm texting my highbrow friend, who definitely one hundred percent does not curse,” and–
C: Right, and I’m sure lawyers curse all the time in the office. I mean, have you seen Suits? Not [laughs]–I haven’t either, but I’m sure they curse in there.
G: I mean, have you seen Better Call Saul? I haven’t either, [both laugh] but I'm sure they also curse there.
C: Have you seen this like, Extraordinary Attorney Woo?
G: Whoo! They don’t curse-
C: They don't curse in there, but, you know, I’m sure they do actually. [laughs]
G: Yeah, have you played Ace Attorney: Investigations: 2? [C laughs] It's the best game in the franchise, and they don't curse there, but he isn't a lawyer for half of it. So that's the reason why.
C: God also, god, are we–okay, so we’re assuming this is like, a fellow Stanford friend that we haven't met yet?
G: Yeah.
C: Okay, I think that he's an ex and that's why Sam is typing like this. [G laughs] Like, “Oh my god, yeah, like, I had so much fun that night ten years ago. Sorry for not calling back for the whole time. I’ve just been so darn busy! By the way, I'm engaged now, so stop texting me.” [laughs]
G: Exactly.
-
G: Yeah, but Sam picks up. And at this point, we're still not aware that Dean is in a dream world where the Sam is different. So Sam picks up, and you think he's gonna respond about the case or something. But Dean says like, some things about the case, and Sam doesn't know, and he says, “Quit playing, the djinn, the djinn got to me,” and Sam is like, “What, you've been drinking gin?” Which is the beginning of a running thing in this episode where everyone assumes Dean is drunk all the time, implying that he has a history of drinking in this universe, and is quite possibly an alcoholic.
C: Yeah. Hmm.
G: Sad. This is like–when, when Sam called, this is when I was like, “Okay, I think I'm gonna end up crying this episode.” [laughs]
C: Awww.
G: Because um, I mean, there's a scene later where we can get- we can really get into it. But just the whole thing of like, having a sibling that you're not close with is a very sad idea for me, and they really fucking hammer it in this episode, like, Sam and Dean do not get along, and as we will see later, I think Sam kind of actively hates the guy. [laughs]
C: Yeah.
G: And, uh, yeah, it's sad. And it made me really emotional, like, watching this episode because of that. And also the Mary stuff.
C: Mm.
G: Anyway, uh, Sam is insisting that Dean is drunk dialing him, and Dean is like, “Ugh, whatever.” Sam hangs up and he closes the book he's reading that you think it's about lore, and it’s…
C: Criminal Law and Procedure! Go lawboy go.
G: Hell yeah, go lawboy go. At this point, he’s in law school already, right?
C: Uh, yeah, well–right, right. Because right now he’d be like, twenty-four? So yeah, I guess he'd still be in grad school. Awww, he’s so young! He’s a little baby! Okay. [laughs] Anyway.
So right, Dean investigates the room a bit. He sees that there's a lot of mail in the house, some of which is addressed to Carmen Porter at 53 Bark Avenue in Lawrence, Kansas. And some mail that's addressed to Dean here, and Dean's confused about it being Lawrence and about him supposedly living here. And Carmen wakes up, and just does the typical girlfriend thing where she's like, "Honey, what are you doing up? Oh, you can't sleep? Well, why don't you come back to bed and let's see if I can do anything to help." Ugh! Ugh, like, has anyone-
G: So fucking-
C: - said any of these words in this order, like in real life?
G: I mean, I'm sure it has happened. But [both laughing] the way that Supernatural portrays it is so funny. God! I can stop thinking- while watching this episode- I tried to watch Breaking Bad. I think I've mentioned this in the podcast before. I tried to watch Breaking Bad, and it did not work out. So me and Breaking Bad has broken up.
C: Yeah.
G: But like, in the very first episode of that show, it's Walter White's birthday, and like, when they come bed, the woman who's typing on her laptop or something just starts fucking jacking him off. [C laughs] And he's like, "What's the occasion?" And she's like, "Well, it's your birthday." This is the vibe. Like- [laughs] it's just so funny to me, because it's like, this is pretty much that scene, but in Supernatural they were like, "But it's sexy." [both laughing] Like-
C: God, like take a sleeping pill, Dean! Like- [laughs] Ah, so good. And by that, I mean it's so bad. [G laughs] Like, this is Dean's brain. This is what he thinks married life is, or like long-term relationship life is, right? It's just sex on tap and no personality from the woman.
G: It does make me sad that, like, I think the reason is- because this woman could have been anyone. This woman could have been [both] Cassie. Or Lisa, or, you know, literally anyone. But like, the reason why it's not those people is because Dean only met them through hunting.
C: Yeah.
G: So he couldn't have met them here.
C: But honestly, like, I don't think Sam would have gone to Stanford specifically if it weren't for hunting and him wanting to get as far away from his family as possible, you know? Like, Dean could have still met Cassie in this universe in some way.
G: Yeah, perhaps so. But-
C: Yeah, I get why they didn't make her Cassie. Besides, then they would have had to give her a personality.
G: Yeah, also, like, I don't like the idea of them playing with Cassie's character any more than in “Route 666.” Because, like, if they put her here, she's gonna have to be like, "Oh, Dean, why don't we have sex so you can sleep?" [C laughs] Like, I don't want her to go through that.
C: Yeah.
G: Even if it's a dream world, I don't want her to be depersonalized and decharacterized like that. So.
C: So- Right, also, I guess, because part of the point of this is that, like- Oh! No, they should have fucking shown this. Because the point is like, "Oh, we couldn't save the people that we saved through hunting, so they all died." Cassie would have died from the truck.
G: Oh my god. Yeah.
C: But they didn't show Dean reading an article about her dying. I feel like that would've been way more impactful than the other cases that he reads about.
G: Yeah. Because, like, "Here's a love in my life that's not real, like that I didn't develop or experience firsthand. It's just been laid on my lap. And here's a love that I actually did experience, and it was real, and it was complex, and it was bitter sweet. But it was real." And like, that would have been a nice contrast.
C: Yeah, and she died! Oh, god.
So Dean says, "Yeah, in a minute. But you go ahead." Which I know he's just replying to the "come back to bed" part, but it really sounds like "You go back to bed and wait an hour before like, you give me your handjob so I can fall asleep. [both laugh] Like, stay up for an hour before you provide this service for me on my time." Mr. Put the TV on the Side Wall on His Side of the Bed.
So yeah. So she kisses him, and Dean makes a face during that. I guess it's a surprised face.
G: Yeah.
C: Yeah. So he looks around at the photos in the house, and there is one of Carmen alone, and then some of him and her together. And then he turns it around, and like, you see something in his face change, and he's doing his whole like, [G mimics a gasp] shock and lip wobble shit. And he walks slowly to this photo that we can't see, and he like, picks it up, and he looks at it with his sad, large eyes, his anime boy eyes, and then he drops it, and he leaves the room.
-
G: Yeah.
And then we see that he's driving, and he still has Baby in this universe, so that's fun.
C: Yeah.
G: I don't know how that would have worked out because he went back in time to tell John to get the car, but he only could have gotten back in time if he did the thing, the hunting.
C: Yeah, I mean, I guess they weren't thinking up to season five at this point. [G laughs] But yeah. Cinemasins ding indeed.
G: Yeah. [laughs] I literally did not consider that they were not thinking up to season 5 at this point. [laughs] I was like, "There's a plothole here. I wonder why they didn't notice." And it's like, "Oh, yeah, because we're in fucking season 2." [C laughs]
But yeah, he still has Baby. He drives up to this address, and it's a familiar house. Is it? Yeah, yeah, it's the house from the pilot.
C: I can't tell, but I guess so.
G: But yeah, I guess it's familiar to him. He knocks, and he knocks quite like loudly and stuff. And the lights turn on, and out comes... [both] Mary! Dean goes, "Mom?" And I think they made this shot similar to the shot of Mary coming back in season 11 because, like, I mean, at least the thing that Dean says. Because I think in season 11, Mary comes out of a house or is like standing in a field or something. I don't know. But like, it like, zooms in on Dean's face as he goes, "Mom?" and that's the- it's the same shot here. And like, I don't know if it's on purpose, but like, it's probably something that just happened to look similar, but yeah, like it reminded me of that, and I'm like, "Omg, she's gonna be back for real." And honestly, okay, tangent. But bringing Mary back for season 12 is like, one of the best things Supernatural ever did-
C: Agreed.
G: - and I am so excited for us to get there in [laughs] a couple of years.
C: [laughs] Yeah.
G: In like, fucking five years or so. I'm so excited.
C: Right. Once you're in law school.
G: [laughing] Once I'm literally in fucking law school and studying to be a lawyer and like, I'm still sitting here recording my Supernatural podcast. So true of us.
C: Yeah, right. Also, speaking of season 12, like, if this is how Dean thinks that Mary would act like, [laughing] no wonder he's such a misogynistic jerk to her when she gets back.
G: No, exactly, that's-
C: "Mom, you are not making me a sandwich right now. Something feels off." [laughs]
G: That's exactly what I was going for, I just forgot to say it. [laughs] That's why I brought up Mary in season 12. But like, the contrast between Mary here, the Mary in Dean's imagination, and the Mary that we actually get when she does come back, like, that's why it's so good. That's why Mary coming back was so good. And I actually feel like that is such a meaningful arc for everyone involved, and Mary being killed in season 14 [C groans] for shock value- Yeah, it's not good. [laughs] They rui- I mean, I understand that, like, at some point they had to be like, "Everyone is gonna die." But like, they did it in season 15, right? So like, why did they have to push Mary's death back this far? And [laughing], god, they were like, "But she's happy in Heaven, so it's fine if she's dead." [both laughing] Like, it's genuinely the funniest shit.
C: It really is. I'm so sad Mary didn't make it to season fifteen because she should have confronted Chuck.
G: Yeah. Like, if anyone here is a pawn piece, it's Mary. Like, she's really [laughs]- she's really the person that has been tossed around a lot and discarded and re-carded [C laughs]. Is that a word? Can you re-card after your discard? But it's just- yeah. Mary is a good character when we meet her, and what she represents-
C: Also, she could've met Eileen!
G: What?
C: In season 15. She could have met Eileen in season 15. Total tangent, but I would have liked to see it. Okay, back to you. [G laughs]
G: Back to me. I was saying that Mary, as a character, when we do finally meet her, is so good. Mary, as an idea, as we know her now, is also good. Like, not as a character, but what she represents in the show right now as like, this mother figure that's kind of just an idea. Like, she's not even a real person. Like, I'm not saying that it's a good thing [laughs] that they have a woman be represented in that way, I'm saying like, in a universe where they knew what they were doing and were like, "Okay, we're gonna do this, and it's gonna be a symbol of how we tend to idolize, and like deitify the dead people in our lives to the point that it can be used by John in this way as like, something to hover over the boys as like, 'You need to be courageous because Mary's watching over you!' stuff like that." That's a good concept. I'm still not too sure if they execute it well enough at this point, or I'm just blinded by the fact that Mary comes back, and I know what happens there. But I just- I really like Mary. And I'm excited for the episodes a little later on in the show where it focuses on her. Like, the ones that are flashback episodes.
C: Yeah.
G: Yeah, because... [trails off] Sorry, I just-
C: [laughing] Well, if you like Mary, there's a show coming up- [screams]
G: [laughing] Literally, the pause that I made when I was talking and I just stopped talking, that was because I remembered the prequel, and I started being like going. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, aghhh." Like, this is such a misery.
C: God, like, such a misery!
G: That's not Mary.
C: That's not my girl.
G: That's not Mary.
C: It's not my girl.
C: It's not a girl.
G: We've been on this tangent for so long, but-
C: But it's her, so.
G: So Mary opens the door, right, and she greets Dean, and she looks like, you know, she's been woken up, she's wearing a robe and stuff. And Dean is like, "Mom?" And we start seeing Dean look like he's about to cry. And this is the most vulnerable we've seen Dean so far. And it does get to you, or at least it did get to me. Because it's- like, I feel like the last time we saw him this emotional was like when he was crying on the phone to John about how he's scared of going home. And now he is home, and Mary is here. And like, the idea of that makes me emotional, that this is the only thing that makes Dean this weak. The idea of home and the idea of Mary. And now he has it, and- He should have killed Mary at the end of this episode. [C laughs] Like, this is- I'm still not reiterating that. This is how this episode should have went. Raelle Tucker, hire me as your script supervisor. [C laughs]
G: Anyway, they come in, and apparently, Carmen called Mary that Dean just bolted.
Which is such a weird thing to do, right?
C: Yeah.
G: Like, first, okay, you're living with your husband/wife/partner, and they run off in the middle of the night. Do you call their mom? [C laughs] I feel like that's a weird choice.
C: Yeah, like she didn't even text him? Like, "Hey, where are you going?" No, straight to-
G: [laughing] "Should I call your mom?"
G: Yeah, anyway, Dean asks, like, "Let me ask you a question. What did you used to say to me when I was younger before bed?" And Mary is like, "Why?" And Dean's like, "Just answer the question, please?" And she says, "I would tell you that angels were watching over you." And Dean breaks, and he's like, "Fuck. It really is you." And he goes to hug her very tightly. Mary is like, "What is happening? You're kind of scaring me." But Dean, you know, stops hugging her, and he's like, "Oh, you're beautiful," and it's like- [C laughing] When he said "You're beautiful," I was like, "Crystal is not gonna like this line."
C: I mean, it makes sense given the context, but now that-
G: Imagine that- yeah, yeah.
C: - we're thinking about the season 5 episodes, with- what did he say?
G: Oh noo! Oh no.
C: "I'm going to hell, but Mom was kind of a babe"? [laughing]
G: Ahhh, I hate Supernatural so much it's unreal!
C: So much. Oh, god. Also, speaking of that episode- because the “angels are watching over you” thing, like, we're supposed to think that that's like subliminal from like, Mary's memory getting erased or something from when Anna came back. So I guess it's nice to think that she's still a hunter in this universe, she's just also chilling in her robe at home. [C laughs]
G: She's like, "I'm a hunter, and I know about the supernatural, but I'm just living my life."
C: Yeah, and I'm not gonna tell my kids about it.
G: Do you think- Okay, I was gonna post this question, and like, I think the answer is pretty obvious. But like, do you think it was wrong of John to hunt?
C: Yes.
G: Like, obviously yes for the circumstances, right. But if it was like, they're at home, and they have a life together, like Mary and him, and they have the boys, and he still went out hunting but didn't tell them. Do you think that would be wrong, still?
C: Hm. Like, but didn't- okay, well, I mean, I think that Bill Harvelle was fine for hunting when he had a family that didn't hunt.
G: Yeah, but-
C: But I feel like you do need to tell your spouse at least so that they're like aware of the risk of losing you and stuff.
G: I think the question I'm trying to post specifically is, once you know about the supernatural, is it your responsibility to save the people it can harm?
C: Dean asks this to John's grave.
G: Yeah, like Dean asks this, and the answer the show gives is, "Yes, it is your responsibility." But, like you. What do you think?
C: I think that you should probably do something, but that doesn't necessarily mean putting your life at risk. It can just mean like, warning other people, or like asking other people to look into things.
G: Yeah. Do you think the idea of a centralized hunting community is bad? Like, where like, everyone is aware of it?
C: Like everyone in the hunting community, or everyone in the world?
G: Everyone in the world.
C: I feel like everyone in the world should just know.
G: Yeah.
C: Like, why keep it from them?
G: Yeah, I guess so.
C: They're all like, "No one will believe us!" But like, if you tell enough people and get enough video evidence, like, eventually, they will. Especially because they're like, "No one will believe us ever!" And then, in every single episode like, anyone they help believes it by the end. Like, we've never had an episode where they're like, "What kind of drugs did you guys put me on? You didn't save my life." Or anything at the end. Like, everyone believes them at the end. [G laughs]
G: This so funny, but this reminds me of what happened in "Scoobynatural."
C: What happens in Scoo-
G: Have you watched?
C: No.
G: No, you have not. So in "Scoobynatural," the Scooby gang gets terrified that like, "Oh my god, the Supernatural is real!" And they're so freaked out. So Sam and Dean formulate this whole thing where it's like, "Oh, it's not actually a ghost. It's actually like a realtor or something. [C laughing] And ghosts don't actually exist." And they fucking gaslight the shit out of the Scooby gang [both laughing] to be like, "It's not real." And at some point, Sam is like, "You never believed it. You always questioned it in your mind, and you were right to question it because they don't exist." [C laughs] All I was thinking of was like, "This is so fucking funny that they're doing this to the fucking Scooby gang." [C laughs] But yes. I'm enamored by the opposite of that scenario where it's Sam and Dean are trying to convince people where now they're trying to convince people that ghosts are not real. God. "Scoobynatural" is such a fun episode. Except for the atrocities. [both laugh]
C: Except for the atrocities.
C: Ay-yi-yi. They really were like, "Let's just pick one teenage girl per Supernatural guy." Well, I guess Cas didn't get anyone because he's better than that. But yeah, they were like "Let's just pair up Sam and Dean with like, teenage Scooby Doo characters. And like, we'll give Sam the sapiosexual one 'cause she wears glasses, and we'll give Dean the one that everyone thinks is a brainless bimbo! Alright guys. Good work. Take five."
G: To be fair, they gave the weed-smoking guy to Cas. [both laugh]
C: Oh, so true. Yeah. The Scooby gang are teenagers, right? Like, that's like canon?
G: Yeah, they're high schoolers.
C: Mm. Yeah. So true of Shaggy to smoke weed in high school. That's what everyone should do.
G: Let's look up what age Shaggy is in the Scooby gang. 'Cause he looks like an old guy.
C: Yeah, but also, I don't know, some high school seniors look old. Like, they have like facial hair, at least. But yeah, no, okay, Shaggy's appearance is actually an anti-weed PSA. [both laugh] Don't smoke weed, kids. You're gonna look 40.
G: No, yeah, so him and Fred are 17, Daphne is 16, and Velma is 15. [laughs]
C: Oh my god, Sam, you- hm. Alright. Alright. K.
G: So yeah, I like "Scoobynatural" except for the atrocities. [laughs]
C: Yep.
G: Ugh.
C: [laughing] This episode is gonna be so long, and none of it will be about the episode!
G: [laughing] I told you I didn't want to talk about it! [both laughing]
Let's speed through the episode. Let's reshape our format into something faster in like, less than an hour.
C: But we need to image describe every single photograph [both laughing] that we see in this room! Like, the fucking shoddy-ass Photoshop jobs and early days lesbian Jackles.
G: [laughing] There's a photo here- Later on, he wakes up, and the reason why he realizes this is not a dream is because there is a photo of like Sam, and like John and Mary, and when Dean opens his eyes, I literally bursted out laughing. Like, it's so bad. It's genuinely-
C: Which one- is this the graduation one-
G: Yes, yes.
C: - where JDM looks like the most photoshopped man in existence and also it's clearly Jared Padalecki's like, University of Texas, or whatever graduation photo.
G: Yeah. And they were like, "It's Stanford, baby!" [both laughing]
C: I'm gonna look up what the Stanford graduation colors are. I'm pretty sure red is right, though
G: Yeah, no. That's true. But it has to be a deeper red, right? Because Stanford is like maroon, almost.
C: Yeah, Google Images is not being kind to me. I guess they could have just done color replace in Photoshop, though.
Okay, so in Stanford, you actually wear like a black robe in everything, but you have like a red- what is it called?
G: Sash?
C: Yeah, it's called a sash even though it looks like a scarf the way you wear it. Yeah. So yeah. I call bullshit,
Anyway- God. [laughs] Anyway, there's iconic-
G: Oh, by the way, we haven't said yet [laughs], but what's happening right now is that like, Dean is looking through the photos in the room, and that's the photos we are talking about currently. Like, he's looking at graduation pictures, and everything is badly edited. So it's extremely funny what's happening this scene,
C: And he's- there's like a prom photo that's definitely just Jensen Ackles and his date at prom, and they look like lesbians. It looks like a lesbian couple. Trans Dean truthing, for real.
G: And at some point-
C: [laughs] The softball photo?
G: At some point, there's a softball photo of John holding a baseball bat. Okay, first of all, why is John playing softball? [laughs] Isn't that a lesbian sport?
C: Yeah, exactly. I don't know. Maybe, like, older men play softball because the baseball like, if it hits them in the face-
G: Is more dangerous, yeah.
C: - they immediately die?
G: Yeah, I guess so.
C: Yeah. Right. I mean the John Winchester we know would never agree to play softball because it's a lesbian sport. But I guess maybe in this universe where Mary didn't die, he's less toxic masculine.
G: [laughs] I was gonna make a joke that like, I am the most unathletic person I know, and in high school we played softball, and it was the only thing I was good at. [both laughing]
C: Makes you think.
G: Makes you think! [laughing] It was literally the only thing I was half-competent in, which is incredibly funny in retrospect. So yeah, maybe John is transmasc, and that's why he's playing softball.
C: Exactly. Or maybe John's a he/him lesbian in this universe with Mary. [laughs]
G: Exactly. Who would have thought? Not me. But it is what it is.
C: Yeah, it's canon. Just like these photos canonized trans Dean. There's like another photo of young Dean, and he looks like such a lesbian. Like his outfit- like, god, what is it? He's like wearing a baseball-
G: [laughing] Wait, the one you sent me? [C laughing]
C: Yes.
G: [laughing] Wait, I'm going to read the message that you sent along with it, because I thought it was so funny. Okay [laughing], okay. This is Crystal's message along with this photo of Jensen Ackles looking like- he's wearing like a red flannel vest-
C: A fucking flannel vest.
G: - over a shirt and a cap. And Crystal said, "SPN props team scrambling to find a photo of young Jackles that looks the least twinky: Uh, Eric? We have a bad news." [both laughing]
C: Oh, god. Yeah, that was- it's so funny! I just don't think you'll understand how twinky it looks unless we post it or something. But like god, it's so good.
C: So yeah. So back to the softball thing.
G: Yeah. Dean is like, "Wow, he plays-" maybe this is what Dean was referencing too. Like, he thinks softball is a lesbian sport, and he's like, "Why is Dad playing softball?" [C laughs] And Mary has to break it to him that like, your dad was a he/him lesbian. [C laughing] So. And basically, Dean was like, "Isn't it so funny that he plays softball?" And Mary's like, "Well, he loved that team."
C: [laughs] Uh-huh.
G: And Dean was like, "Wait, Dad's dead?" And Mary's like-
C: And honestly, I would have been so stupid. I would've been like, "Oh, no, the team disbanded?"
G: [laughing] I know, me too. Literally how do you proceed straight to death? What if he just left the team, you know?
C: Right. What if he had like, drama with his fellow he/him lesbians on the team, as he/him lesbians are wont to do, and that's why the team is like past tense? [both laugh]
G: Exactly.
C: Also, to be clear, he/him lesbians are the backbone of our society and I don't want to disparage you by saying that John was one of you. [laughs]
G: [laughing] Yeah, exactly. It is actually offensive to be in any group than John belongs in.
Dean asks like, "Okay, what killed Dad?" And Mary says, "A stroke killed him in his sleep. You know about this." And [both laughing] then, Dean says, "Yeah, that's good."
C: [laughing] "That's great." He says, "That's great."
G: That's great.
C: So true.
G: And Mary's like, "It's great that he died?" And Dean says, "Well, it's great that he died in his sleep peacefully. Like, it beats the alternative of, I don't know, being tortured in Hell for eternity after you sell your soul to a demon."
C: [laughs] Yeah, just as an example.
G: And then Mary concludes that Dean has been drinking and goes to call Carmen, and Dean is like, "No, don't do that. I'll stay here." And "I miss the place." And "You go to bed, and I'll just sleep on the couch." And then we get the scene-
C: The shot.
G: That everyone, yeah, the shot that everyone loves and adores. Where it's a close up of Dean's face, and Mary comes over to him and caresses his face and says, like, "Are you sure you're okay? Get some rest." Blah blah blah. And Dean like leans into the touch. It's pretty- like, I would say it would have been emotional if I wasn't so hyperaware of this scene, you know?
C: Yeah.
G: Like I would have liked it better if I didn't know that everyone likes it so much, and it's like, in every single AMV and gifset and whatnot about Dean and being touched-starved or whatever. Anyway-
C: And she says, "I love you"!
G: Yeah, she says "I love you." And Dean doesn't say it back.
C: Aw. That's the first time that Dean's ever been- that anyone's said "I love you" to Dean in the show.
G: Yeah.
C: Sam has gotten one "I love you" so far in the entire show, and it was from Jess's voicemail, and then she died, and this is Dean's first. F.
G: "I love you." Yeah. There's one that I remember. It's like when he said, "I love the guy" about John.
C: Yeah.
G: But he was like, kind of insulting him because he says he writes like Yoda. [C laughs] And Cas was like, "It's beautiful handwriting!" Because he is a liar and a fiend.
C: Yeah. He was like, "I need to know how to get into Dean's pants, because right now, I'm so depressed and suicidal [both laugh]. I need his dick to fix me, and if the only thing I can do to get that is to compliment his dad, then so be it."
G: Yeah.
C: Yeah.
So right, so Dean wakes up the next day, and we get like, a Christmas photo, it looks like, of the whole family together, and it looks fucking ridiculous because of how clearly Photoshopped it is. And also, young Jackles just looks really, really out of place in it. Like, the photo quality's different from the other photos or whatever. But we do see baby Sammy in it! And he's so cute! And also transgender. So. [G laughs]
-
C: So he calls Sam, but it's his voicemail. So he hangs up, and he shows up in the office of some professor. And Dean's doing that thing where he's like, "I'm totally one of your students, you just don't remember me." He says, "You kidding me? I love your lectures. You... you make learning fun." So true.
G: He literally looks like a thirty or forty year old man. [both laugh] I mean, he may be a college student-
C: Yeah, it's like, I mean, there are people who go to college late. But usually people would remember you as a student if you're like, on a non-traditional path. So he asks the professor about djinns, and he says that a lot of Muslims believe that the djinn are actually real, and Dean's like, "Yeah, whatever, tell me about the wishes. Can they really do it?" He says, "Say you had a wish, but you never even said it out loud. Like that a loved one came back, or never died, or that something awful never happened." Has he really never said out loud, "I wish Mary didn't die"? That's sad.
So yeah, he says that that is possible because they have God-like power, and they can alter reality however they want. Which does match up with what Bee said to us about djinns, so at least this professor knows his stuff. So yeah, they don't directly grant wishes, but because they can alter reality, then that is something in their wheelhouse. And Dean keeps asking like, "Why would they do it, though? Maybe it's not really evil." And the professor asks if Dean has been drinking, and Dean says, "Everyone keeps asking me that, but no."
Why do you think that the logical conclusion of this universe is that Dean would be an alcoholic? Like Mary's alive, and like, why do you think- Like, I know that like people just become alcoholics for like many reasons in their lives, some mundane. But you know, since this is a Supernatural episode, they had to have a reason that they think that Dean would end up here in the universe where he's like, a normal kid growing up, right?
G: Perhaps it's the show trying to tell us that, like, he doesn't fit in here.
C: Right, like, he needs a purpose in hunting somehow?
G: Yeah.
C: But he doesn't even want to do it! But the show wants him to.
G: Yeah, the show wants him to. That's, I think, the point of the drinking. Well, we don't see him drink a lot, really, it's just everyone telling him that he drinks a lot. But I think, like the whole point of that is to be like, "Look, this isn't even like a good place. It's like, you're still miserable."
C: Yeah, I guess so.
G: But- you. What's your perspective on this?
C: Like if I take away the whole- because it's like, I feel like I can't think of it without the show's intentions, because, you know, later, when, like Sam, confronts Dean, he's basically like, "You're a really bad brother." I was like, "Is that the show saying that Dean's only a good brother because John abandoned them in motels, and he had to learn to be selfless, and that otherwise, Dean would like, sleep with Sam's prom date?" Like, is the show, saying like, "Abuse and abandonment made Dean a better brother!" Like- [laughs]
G: Ugh. Come on, Supernatural.
C: Come on, Supernatural. So I was like, is the show saying that, like, Dean, in his natural state, would be an alcoholic, and like, not give money back to his family and steal his mom's silverware, and it's only through hunting that Dean toughened up and straightened up? Like- I can't tell.
G: But immediately after that, Dean goes, "Yeah, that sounds like me."
C: That's true.
G: Which, you know, implies that in their universe, he would also be doing this shit.
C: Yeah, but the other- like, I feel like he wouldn't have like taken Sam's ATM card. Well, but I guess it's because neither of them have valid ATM cards [laughs], so who knows?
G: Yeah. He takes other people's ATMs, so- [laughs]
C:Yeah, Sam says that Dean bailed on his graduation, which I mean, I guess Dean would do because he's mad at Sam for abandoning the family, but I feel like in this universe, you're just supposed to think that, like, Dean just doesn't care so he didn't show up because he didn't want to bother, which I don't think is something Dean would do.
G: I feel like it's also kind of- Like, the way I think about it, like, the reason why Sam and Dean don't get all along, it's not because Dean is a horrible person, but because Dean is kind of a stuck-up bitch? [both laugh] So like he's kind of a- like, Sam is portrayed as an asshole, right?
C: Yeah, Sam? A bit.
G: So like, I don't know. I mean, Sam is also portrayed like this in real life.
C: Yeah.
G: [laughs] And by real life, I do mean real life. [laughs] No, I mean, like, in, you know, the real universe of Supernatural.
Now that you mention it, like I can't help but think like, are they trying to say that Sam, too, is more understanding and tries to be kinder and all that because of the abuse and torment of his childhood?
C: God, maybe? Okay, no, I think honestly, he's just probably like, mean in this universe because he's in law school, and he has like essays coming up. Like, if my brother took my ATM card like, while I was studying for a test, I'd be mad at him, too. Like, he could do it whenever else, but like, I'm busy and stressed. I'm in law school. I'm gonna be a lawboy. [laughs] Like, do this later. Like, wait until the summer.
-
G: Okay. college campus, he sees some girl standing in the corner. This shot's actually pretty creepy. I was like, "Oh, it's from this episode!" I forgot it. It's pretty creepy.
C: She's wearing a white nightgown. [laughs]
G: Oh god, you're right! Ah! Ugh! Is she wearing that in real life, too?
C: I don't remember.
G: I think she was wearing a white dress.
C: Yeah, so maybe he like, took her from a place where she was wearing a white dress, sure.
G: Yeah. Anyway, Dean is home-
C: Oh, but I do want to mention that when Dean opens his trunk and he sees no weapons, he says, "Well, who would have thought? [both] Baby, we're civilians." Which is-
G: Cute.
C: I feel like Supernatural does make the like soldier and hunter parallels pretty clear. Ugh, John Winchester volunteering for the Vietnam War. [G laughs] I just- I fucking know that in The Winchesters, he's going to be like, "I had to fight monsters too. Asian people." [both laughing] [G screams]
G: I need to throttle John Winchester ASAP.
C: No, you're right, he wouldn't say Asian people, he'd say commies. [both laugh]
G: Noo!
C: But, yeah, you know, civilians. Interesting. Alright, back to your thing.
G: Okay, Dean is in the house, he's eating a sandwich, he's moaning while eating the sandwich-
C: [laughing] Are you seeing what the transcript says?
G: What?
C: The transcript says, "Dean takes a bite out of a big sandwich, grunting 'cause of the goodness."
G: Eugh, that's horrible! [C laughs] That's a horrible image,
I mean, I get it. Have you actually moaned around food before?
C: I feel like fan fiction made that up.
G: No. I mean, I think, when it's like, when you're hungry, it's like, you know how like, when you massage something that's painful in your body, you grunt kind of like, without your permission? What do you call that like? Involuntarily?
C: Yeah, yeah,
G: I feel like the same thing happens when you're really hungry, and then you put food in your mouth for the first time after a while. So. I think it's real. It's just- you're right that, like, media, or like in writing, it's a bit more exaggerated.
This is so funny, because, like they're doing the mom thing where it's like, "Mom makes the best food!"
C: Yeah. It's a sandwich. You just put things on top of each other.
G: And it's like- no, it's just It's funny to me because canonically, we learn later on that Mary is actually a bad cook.
C: Yeah. Queen.
G: And like, the things that he loved from childhood, were like, storebought and stuff. Which is so funny to me. And by funny, I mean, they made her real person! Ah! And then they killed her!
C: Augh, they killed her. From what I can see of the sandwich, it seems to be mostly vegetables, so Dean really loves his mom.
G: There's one giant slab of ham in the middle.
C: Ah, there we go. Dean doesn't love his mom that much.
G: And he's asking like, "Where's Sam?" And Mary was like, "Oh, he's coming over here." And then he asks like, "Has the lawn been mowed? Can I mow it?" And Mary says, "Okay, you can, but you've never operated a lawn mower before. So go nuts."
C: Oh, also, he mentions that he works at a garage, so he's a car mechanic-
G: Oh yeah.
C: - which is sweet.
G: He's a car mechanic!
C: Yeah, I think that's a good Dean job.
G: I think it's a good Dean job, yeah, and I like that they weren't like, because he-
C: Right, they weren't like, "You work a blue collar job, and that's part of why you suck in this universe!" Like, they don't do that, yeah.
G: Yeah, like, he still has the car. I don't know, it's a detail that I really like. That like, that is something fundamental to Dean. Because I mean, we've talked a lot- I mean by we. I mean the fandom has talked a lot about how like, Baby is a representation of Dean and like the fact that he chose it, and the fact that now, even in a universe where Mary is alive and they never go hunting, he still sticks to it like it's a part of his identity. I really like that.
C: Yeah.
G: So hell yeah.
C: Hell yeah.
G: Anyway, he mows the lawn. He does a very bad job of it.
C: [laughs] I screamed while watching this scene.
G: What- if you're mowing the lawn, what's it supposed to look like?
C: Well, there's supposed to be like bits of grass flying up because you're like, cutting the grass.
G: Cutting the grass, yeah.
C: But like, he clearly like, is not because, yeah, the lawn mower is not on, and he's like walking around with the lawn mower- like, I feel like usually, you would try to go in like neat rows or something, because, like the way that the grass is cut, like you sort of see that in the way the lawn works, but he's just sort of like walking around in like random angles and circles, and at some point he, like, runs the lawn mower like, over part of the sidewalk. [laughs]
G: Yeah. He tries to force it in a direction, and it goes the other way. It's quite funny. And at some point, he's waving at a guy-
C: Who clearly knows how to mow a lawn because he's throwing away lawn trimmings-
G: Yeah, and the guy's like, "Okay, cool." And then when he was like. "Ah. I'm done. I have rested well- I have worked well."
C: "I worked so hard."
G: "I've worked so hard, and now I'm going to rest with my coldass, flatass beer [C laughs], and I am going to chill out in the front." And he's having fun. He's cute. He's having fun. Throughout this scene, there's a song playing, "It's a Wonderful-" what is it? "What a Wonderful World," right? But it's a cover of it, so it's like, it's janky and poppy.
C: Oh, I don't know what the original sounds like.
G: I mean, I don't know if this is the original, but I think the original is- the jazz guy, right? What's his name? Okay, Louis Armstrong.
C: Oh, okay. Is it a money thing, or is it that Supernatural doesn't play music by Black artists, except for in the episode about a Black music artist? I guess we'll never know.
G: Oh my God, this guy is like- the guy who sings this cover is like, the lead singer of The Ramones, which is extremely funny. Oh god, that's why he's called Joey Ramone. [both laughing] Wait, are The Ramones literally just like, guys named Ramones?
C: I have no clue.
G: Oh my god, they really are all Ramones.
C: Wow. Are they all siblings? Or did they just say only Ramones allowed.
G: They changed their names.
C: That’s dedication.
G: So this guy’s Christopher Joseph Ward, another person is called Thomas Erdelyi, so they–they changed their name to first name Ramone- first name and then Ramone.
-
C: The thing about this whole scene is that in “Bugs,” Dean makes it really clear that he doesn't like suburban life, and he thinks it's all, like, fake, and bad or whatever. But yeah, I guess their point here is that like, despite all that, Mary is his home, so it's all good. He should have killed her for real. [G laughs]
So as Dean's drinking the beer and feeling satisfied with himself for doing zero lawn mowing, a car drives up, and it's–it's like round, the shape of it. It's very cute. Good choice in cars, Sam. So, it's Sam and Jess who get out, and Dean goes. “I don't believe it,” and he, like, hugs Jess really really tight, and he greets Sam with a big smile, and like, slaps him on the shoulder, and he's just really excited that he's with Jess, and Sam's just sort of taken back about all of this, and we find out that Sam flew in from California, where he's at Stanford Law. And Sam makes this judgy comment where he points to the beer Dean has, and he's like, “I see you started off Mom's birthday with a bang as usual.” If you have, like, [laughing] a friend or a family member with a drinking problem, this is not the way to have them get help. Okay, right.
G: That is true. However, as someone who, like, you know, like, I've experienced this with my family, and I usually just shut up in family events. But I've heard, like, other people talk to other people in my family, you know? Like, people really do talk like this.
C: Yeah, yeah, it is pretty often.
G: Yeah! And it’s–it’s quite unfortunate, because it helps nobody.
C: Right.
G: It just creates drama.
C: Yeah. So Dean didn't know that it was Mom’s birthday, so Sam's mad at him about that, but yeah, that's why they're all here today. For that. And they cut to a restaurant.
G: Yeah, and they're all drinking. Mary looks amazing. [laughs]
C: Yeah.
G: She looks amazing. She's wearing a black dress, and they're all there–
C: And her hair is up.
G: Yeah, Dean, like, cracks a joke when his food arrives–
C: He ordered that food. Why didn't he order a meat–why did he say “I want the stack of asparagus,” and then be mad that he got a stack of asparagus.
G: Maybe he can't read. [both laughing] Have we considered that, Crystal?
C: I mean, I'm sure there some–there are also probably some dyslexia Dean truthers out there, in which case, yeah, good for you.
G: So true.
-
G: They do a toast, and Dean and his wife Carmen have a little chat about like, “Oh, I was worried about you.”
C: I think they’re just dating, actually.
G: Oh, they’re just dating. Yeah, later on, he says, “I'm dating a nurse,” right? So they are dating. So they’re talking, and Carmen is still being a cool girl, hashtag I'm a Cool Girl, “We'll get the burger after this,” and stuff like that, and Dean is like, “How did I ever land such a cool chick?” And then they kiss.
C: Who says that about their partner? Who calls their partner a “cool chick”? He’s sick for this.
G: I swear, if anyone, like-
C: Like, break up on the spot.
G: Like, because it's very reminiscent of like, fucking Gone Girl, right?
C: Yeah! Like the Cool Girl monologue.
G: Like, “Oh my God, you’re so cool–”
C: “You're unusual.” [both laughing]
G: “You’re unusual,” it's a break up. [both laughing] Like that one, it's a break up, I'm kicking you out of our shared apartment. We've been together five years, and this is the last straw.
C: It might even be the first straw. But now it's also the last one. Carmen's response to “How did I end up with such a cool chick as you?” is-
G: “I have low standards.”
C: So true! [laughs] But like, do you think that that was supposed to be part of like, [laughing] “Oh, this world isn't right, because any woman would be really happy to have Dean in the real world.”
G: Noooo! Well, I hope not. But that's extremely funny.
C: God. But yeah, back to Samjess.
G: Sam and Jess say that, oh, they have something to announce, and the announcement is, [both] they're engaged! and the way Sam shows it is he raises her hand and just like, shows off her ring. And I thought that was really cute. I feel like I've seen that in every Samjess AMV ever made.
C: Yeah.
G: To be fair, there's like five scenes of them together, so like, I understand, I get it. And then everyone stands up, and everyone's congratulating Sam and Jess. Dean, like, goes up to congratulate Sam and Sam is like- I don't know what it sounds like, sounds a bit uncomfortable, right? And as Dean congratulates Sam, he sees a figure over at the side. It's the same girl from earlier, but now a little more distressed-looking? And he goes up to her, and…I don't know. I don’t fucking know. What does he do? Oh, the girl disappears, and he's like, “Okay, what the fuck was that?” And then we cut back to the house, and Sam is asking Dean like, “What's- what happened over there at the restaurant?” And Dean was like, “Don't even worry about it.” Mary says goodnight to them, and as she goes up, Sam and Jess are like, “Okay, we're going back to our room now,” or whatever. First of all-
C: They’re there to have engagement sex and Dean's like, “No, we need to- we need to hang out.” [laughs]
G: No, first of all, I find it extremely funny that, like, at this point Sam is what, twenty-three, twenty-four? Maybe twenty-four
C: Currently twenty-four? Since it’s the end of season two.
G: Do you think at twenty-four years old, you would be able to, like- imagine a situation where you're straight.
C: Uh-huh.
G: Do you think even with that, you would be able to introduce, like, a romantic partner to your parents at age twenty-four?
C: Honestly, like, yes, because they keep pushing me to find a rich man somewhere on my college campus. [both laughing]
G: Well, that's true. You should marry the redacted billionaire’s son, who is currently at your college campus.
C: God. But yeah, I mean, I feel like they would want me to date someone because I think- I think they think my friendship with my ex-fiancee is a little too intense [both laughing], and they're getting alarm bells going off in their head. But I don't think I'd feel comfortable introducing someone to them.
G: Yeah, also maybe this is just me speaking from like a quite conservative background, family-wise. But like, the concept that you can introduce your partner to your parents and your partner sleeps in the house-
C: Oh, yeah, in your room? No. No.
G: Sleeps in the same room as you? Noooo. No.
C: No.
G: You have to wait for marriage, baby.
-
C: Yeah, Dean's like, “Don't go to bed yet. No engagement sex. We need to hang out and celebrate. Let's-” He says, “Let's go have a drink or something,” which, you know, he should know in this universe-
G: Alarm bells, yeah.
C: That’s not gonna make Sam want to do, like, hanging out activities with him. And Sam goes like, “Mmm, maybe another time.” And Dean says [laughing], “Come on, man, look at us. We both have beautiful women on our arms.” I hope he dies. And he says this in front of Jess and Carmen, like, instant break-up material.
G: No wonder- no wonder Sam fucking hates him.
C: Yeah. No wonder Carmen has low standards. She really fucking does. Not for, like, the alcoholism or anything, just for this. [both laugh]
C: God, yeah, right. And it's really awkward, and I was like, “Is it awkward ‘cause Dean just said that?” But no, it's awkward ‘cause Sam and Dean don't have a good relationship. So he says, “Hey, can you go away? I need to talk to my brother alone,” and he, like, tells Dean to like, come here, and he leads him to the whole other side of the living room. Yeah, so he asked him, “Hey, what has gotten into you? What is this whole warm, fuzzy, ecstasy trip thing?” And Dean says, “I'm just happy for you, Sammy,” and Sam’s like, “Yeah, and also you don't call me Sammy, and we also don't talk outside of holidays,” and Dean goes like, “Well, we don't? Well, we should, you’re my brother,” and Sam’s like, “That's what you said when you stole my ATM card, bailed on my graduation, and also when you hooked up with Rachel Nave, my prom date.” And yeah, as you mentioned- okay, also, fun fact, Rachel Nave is a Supernatural writer. Who wrote “Bugs.”
G: Who wrote “Bugs.” [C laughs] And also, like, apparently they bring up this prom date thing again in the future? And it's like, Lucifer says that, like, that girl was like, possessed to watch over Sam or something.
C: Oh my god.
G: Which is terrifying! On so many levels.
C: Geez. So as he mentioned, he was like, “Yeah, that kind of sounds like me,” and he says, like, “I'm sorry about all that.” And Sam says like, “That's okay. I'm not asking you to change. I just don't want to continue having a brotherly relationship with- not really, he just says that we don't really have anything in common. And he just starts to walk away and Dean goes like, “Whoa, yeah we do. Yes, we do. We have hunting in common.”
G: Yeah.
C: Boo. And Sam goes, “I've never been hunting in my life,” and Dean goes, “Well. We should go sometimes, I think you'd be great at it.” And Sam goes away. Is hunting really the only thing they have in common? Like, they grew up together.
G: I mean, Supernatural seems to think it is.
C: Okay. Yeah, they seem to think this is true, but, like, even like, I don’t know, make an effort. If your friend has a new, like, hyperfixation, you go watch an episode of it so you can talk about it with them, you know?
G: Yeah, on an outtake of your podcast for another TV show that you watch together. We're gonna talk about Attorney Woo at some point, I feel. [laughs] So tune in for that in the outtakes.
C: Make an effort, I say, having no plan to play Ace Attorney.
G: Exactly. No, but this scene is yet another scene that made me emo. Because, like I said earlier, the concept of having a sibling and not getting along with them makes me so sad, it's just- it's devastating. So like, when Sam was like, “We just don't have anything in common,” I was like, “holy shit. What- what things in common do I have with my siblings?” And the answer is not much, but you still love them right? And it's just, it’d wild to me that they were like-
C: Also, I feel like a lot of conversations are just you saying something funny that recently happened to you. Like, you don't even have to have the same interests, if you care about each other, then you'll just care about each other's anecdotes, or whatever.
G: Yeah, like, and a lot of it is like, gossiping about your family [laughs]. You're like, “Yeah, our cousin is, in fact, going to a different school.” Like, you know, shit like that.
C: Yeah. Like, having a sibling is about like, going through the Instagrams of people you both know from school and making fun of how their partners look, like. [laughs]
G: For me, siblinghood is when they get blocked by someone from your family that they have beef with. You go to that person’s Facebook page [both laughing] and scroll through it with them to see what shit they've been saying. That's my experience of siblinghood, and I feel like everyone should be able to relate.
C: I agree. Though, honestly, I think the Sam and Dean thing does happen because, okay, one time my ex-fiancee was overhearing her roommate with her sister on the phone, and her roommate was trying to talk to her sister about TWICE, but, like, her sister clearly didn't really care about K-Pop and the roommate was like, “You're not really, like, talking to me. I feel like you're not engaging, and we don't really have anything in common, and I feel like we're drifting apart.” And the sister said, “Well, we have Jesus in common.” [both laughing]
G: Oh my god, that's so funny!
C: Sam and Dean literally have Jesus in common.
G: Literally, Dean would say, Dean would be the roommate, and Sam would be like, “We have Jesus in common.” Yeah.
C: Yeah.
G: But, it's just, I guess, like, distance really does do that, right? So, and like, I guess at this point, like five years or so, Sam has been away from home, so of course, things are gonna be different. It's so sad. It's so sad. And the fact that even in childhood it's implied that they didn't have a connection. Like what, did they just exist around each other?
C: I mean, I guess maybe part of it is just that they would have their own rooms in the house, so they could just choose not to like, look at each other or talk to each other. They weren't like, cooped up in the same motel room, having to watch the same TV all the time.
G: Supernatural is about family, and, like, I said this earlier, but like, it is about family, and at its core it's like, about Sam and Dean- like, [laughs] not to be a fucking-
C: Bronly?
G: Not to be a fucking Bronly, but Sam and Dean is like a pillar of this show. That is, you know, a foundation of it. And I like that they explore it like this in this episode, where it's like, no, yeah, seriously, what did they have in common? Seriously, what connects them? What binds them? And yeah, maybe it is the shared trauma, and it is the hunting and all that. I don't know, like at this point I can still safely say, like, at least they have that, I feel like later on in the show “that,” in quotes, actually is a detriment to their relationship and to their lives as individuals. But at this point in the show, at least they have that kind of connection with each other, like at least they have each other, even though later on in the show it's going to be toxic as all hell.
C: Yep.
-
G: So now we're at Dean's house, I think. Yeah. And Carmen and Dean are talking, and Dean’s saying, like- Carmen hands him a beer, and also like, just for, like, a little tip that later- the beer is called El Sol, and honestly I think it's a little bit of a reference to the fact that this episode is brighter, like, inside the universe, it’s brighter, right. So it's like, the sun, but also it's a reference to the fact that it's a beer brand. And Carmen is actually a beer model in real life, and that's how he knows her. She's a model for the El Sol beer, which we'll see later when he flips through a magazine. Which, do you want to talk about that, while we’re on Carmen, the fact that it's a beer ad that he sees her in?
C: Yeah, I mean, I don't really know what there is to say, like, Dean probably does have a drinking problem.
G: I mean, we kind of said it earlier. We kind of said it earlier in that, like, why is it not Cassie or Lisa, or anything? And it's like, I mean, my first- my kneejerk reaction was, he imagined this life just because he saw a beautiful woman. [C laughs] Like it- does Dean look at every woman and think, “Hmm, what if we get home and get married then you offered me blowjobs before sleep and also gave me beer,” you know? [C laughing] But also, like, I think it's a little bit sadder than that, like, it's like, I cannot really see myself having this kind of connection with anyone, quote, “real,” and like, you know, who's actually in my life, so I'm going to project these desires on someone that doesn't feel or even is a real person to me. So yeah, I don’t know.
C: What if Dean's wife in this- Dean's girlfriend in this episode was Asian. What would you do?
G: [laughs] I would- I think honestly, that would be like a “let's stop watching this show.” [both laughing]
C: Yeah, honestly, it’d be like, “Well, okay. It was nice knowing all of you. Bye.”
G: Yeah, I feel like that is a deal breaker at that point, especially after the Busty Asian Beauties reveal a couple of episodes back.
C: [laughs] God.
G: What a hilarious question! But as they sit and talk, Dean is like, “I can fix him” about Sam. And he’s like, “I've been given a second chance in life, and I don't want to mess it up.” And Carmen is just sitting there, like, affirming him and being like, “They don't know what they're missing,” etc etc. Anyway, she- they start kissing, and when they're about to lay down, she's like, “Don't bother me, I have a job to go to,” and-
C: Wait, wait, remember when Dean says, “I get it now, why you're the one.” Why- how does he get it? We don't know a single thing about this woman. All she's done is offer to fuck him and be like, affirming.
G: “You're the one because you told me my dick was ten inches long.” Go girl. [both laugh]
C: God.
G: But as they start making out and they're about to go down, she was like, “Oh, I have a job to go to,” and he was like, “Oh, what job?” and Crystal has told me that the joke in this scene is Dean thinks she's a stripper because she's working the night shift. But actually she's a nurse. And Dean is like, it's a respectable job, right?
C: Stripping is also a respectable job. But Supernatural hates women. So.
G: He's watching TV now, and he's flicking through and suddenly he sees a news coverage of this vigil held after the one-year anniversary of the flight that Dean stopped- that Sam and Dean stopped from crashing a year ago, the one from-
C: “Phantom Traveler.”
G: “Phantom Traveler.” Fascinating that it's only been a year from- since “Phantom Traveler.” They really sped through season two.
C: Also like, there's no vigil being held for like, the plane crash that happened the day before, with the door opening and stuff? [G laughs] You’d think it's more of like a two-day long sort of like, this was Plane Crash Weekend, like, memorializing Plane Crash Weekend.
G: But like, a hundred and eighty people died during that crash, and Dean is like, “Wait, no, I stopped that crash,” so he goes to his laptop and starts researching, and headlines, like, flash in- no, not flash, but like, fade in and out of the screen as we watch Dean's face react to all this, and it's like, “Nine Kids Comatose” from the one about- the fucking Macbeth episode. No it’s-
C: “Something Wicked.”
G: “Something Wicked.” Yeah. And then there's the, like, drowning, I think, from-
C: Yeah, from the hotel episode. “Playthings.”
G: Yeah, the girl who drowned in the pool.
C: They should have shown Cassie.
G: Yeah.
C: Like, I know, that would essentially be a fridging, but since it's a different universe, I think it's like, okay.
G: Maybe- maybe Cassie, not being shown is good because it's like, it's not an equal- you know, it's not an equal value. It's like, “I don't know these people, and yet I'm sacrificing my life for them.”
C: That’s true. Yeah. If you saw Cassie’s death and then went to John's grave, it’s like, “Why do I have to save people?” I’d be like, “Fuck off!” [both laughing]
G: No, exactly. Speaking of John and his grave. Take it away, Crystal.
C: Right. So we get to- well, okay, actually, before that for a second, Dean sees, like, [laughs] he opens his bedroom closet door and realizes that he is actually a serial killer in this universe. ‘Cause there are a bunch of corpses hanging from the ceiling, but then they flicker out. So yeah, something's up. So yeah, he's at John's grave now, and he gives this whole speech. Do I have to read all of it? I didn't even like it that much.
G: Just- just summarize it.
C: Okay, he's like, “Everyone that we saved is dead, and it's like my old life is coming after me, and it doesn't want me to be happy, and I know what you in the real universe, not this one would say, and it's that I should go hunt the djinn, and that your happiness doesn't matter next to all those people's lives. But why is it my job to save them? Why do I have to be some kind of hero?” And he like, he gets a Single Man Tear, and then a second Man Tear. And he says like, “And what, like, Mom's not supposed to live her life, and Sammy is not supposed to get married. Why do we have to sacrifice everything?” So yeah, that's the speech. So yeah, he's crying and stuff.
C: People care about this scene, and I mean, I guess it's like useful to understand Dean, but I don't- I didn't think- the acting in it wasn't good.
G: Well, I mean he does the two tears falling out of his eyes thing.
C: True, that's a lot for Jensen Ackles. Twice as many as usual.
G: Yeah, it should have been just a Single Man Tear. Yeah, should've just been a Single Man Tear. Also, yeah, the acting wasn't good. It didn't move me. I was like, fading in and out of focus.
C: I was like he's giving monologue during his audition for his school play. Like, that's the vibe.
G: Yeah, I mean for an episode that moved me quite a bit, this one didn't do anything for me.
C: Yeah, this scene just wasn't very good. The only thing that got me a little emo was me realizing that this was probably the first time that the Dean of this universe would have to look up where a grave is.
G: Aww.
C: Yeah. Aw.
-
G: Anyway-
C: We get the pilot parallels, visual parallels, hell yeah, hell yeah.
G: Yeah. So Sam is steeping, wakes up Jess is beside him. It's literally just the fucking pilot. But he goes down, and he's carrying a baseball bat, and this is Dean-
C: I love him. I'm in love with Sam. Go, baseball bat.
G: Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention. Sam in this episode is not dressed like Sam,
C: Right. He's dressed like a law student.
G: He's dressed like a law student from Stanford.
C: Yes.
G: Well, I mean, they're not dirt poor this universe.
C: That's true.
G: That's good.
C: Dean has a- is it an apartment or a house? Does he have an entire house?
G: It's a house.
C: He has an entire house. It's a nice-
G: And not only is it an entire house, it's a beautiful house. I mean, we've talked about real estate in Lawrence before-
C: That's true. In Lawrence, it's pretty cheap. So yeah, like, yeah, John was a mechanic- Oh my god, wait. John was a mechanic. Do you think he had like, a family business that Dean took over after he died or something?
G: Oh, fuck off. [both laugh]
C: Anyway, yeah, but John could pay for a whole house on a mechanic's salary. That woman in "Home" could pay for a house despite being unemployed and recently divorced. So yeah, I guess it makes sense. Again, this was before the housing crash.
G: I was surprised by the size of Dean's home. Like, he has a walk-in closet. And I know that that walk-in closets are a little bit more common in other places, I guess, but I was like, "Wow! He's really living the life." [laughs]
C: [laughs] Yeah, he probably has a washing machine, too. [G laughs]
G: [laughing] To be clear, I have a washing machine-!
C: Okay, it was the dryer that you didn't have for a while.
G: Yeah, we don't have a dryer, yeah. They probably- Dean in this universe-
C: - which is common in a lot of Asian countries because, like, hang-drying is so common.
G: Yeah, I don't have a dryer. Yeah. It's miserable because it's been stormy recently.
C: Oh no!
G: One time, I washed my clothes and I hanged them up, and then it rained-
C: No!
G: And I was like, "Fuck it, we ball," [C laughs] and then let them dry still. [laughing] I didn't rewash them. [both laughing] So yeah.
C: Yeah. So true.
G: Anyway, Dean attacks Sam and gets him down after just one like, push or something. And he's like, "Wow-"
C: Yeah, and it's the exact same like, shot and angle and attack as in the pilot. Did you think at first that Dean was like, "Sam and I aren't talking. [laughing] I'm going to rekindle our friendship by recreating the pilot"? [G laughs]
G: No. You know what, because I know what Dean says about the pilot in the finale, that actually makes me so sad. Because apparently, he stood-
C: Oh, he stood outside for hours not knowing whether or not he would be welcome or whether or not he could come in, and he was so scared. [pained sound]
G: Literally, Dean, your plan is to fucking attack this guy while like in the middle of the fucking night, like, of course you won't be welcome. But I digress
But Sam- Dean is like, "Wow! That was so easy. I'm actually quite embarrassed for you." [laughs] And then they get up-
C: It's because Sam only has strong calves because he got to play soccer when he wanted to when he was little. His arm strength is nothing. [G laughs]
G: Yeah. He gets Sam up, and it's the same silhouette shot from the pilot yet again, and then Sam opens the light, and he notices that Dean is actually stealing from their mom's silver utensil collection. Which is like bad luck. And then Sam asks like, "What's the deal with you? Why are you doing this? Steal Mom's silver?" And Dean is like, "Well, I had no choice." Sam pushes, and you think Dean is gonna confess, but he just says, like, "I owe someone some money."
C: Mm.
G: But then he starts talking, and like, if you put yourself in the situation of someone who doesn't know what's going on, he's talking like he's about to commit suicide.
C: Yeah
G: So Sam is alarmed. He's saying like, "I'm sorry that we don't get along, and I wish that I could stay and fix it. Tell Mom I love her." You know, stuff like that. And then he walks out, and he hops into his car. But just before he leaves, Sam steps into the car!
C: Whoo! Yeah, I like the scene where Sam comes into the car. Right, like Dean tells him to get out, and Sam says, like, "I'm going with you!" And, you know, Dean's being like, "You're going to slow me down. You're going to get hurt." And Sam says, like, "Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone, and that's that." And Dean's like, "Why- I don't get it. Why are you being nice to me?" And Sam says, "Because you're still my brother." And- I don't know. It's sweet.
G: And I know that this scene- Yeah, it is sweet. I know that this scene is just the djinn trying to stop Dean, but it's still sweet, and I'm still like, "Aw."
C: Yeah. And I feel like if this universe was real, like, this is realistic for the Sam there. Like, he might have a lot of issues with Dean, but he doesn't want him to fucking die. Yeah.
And then [laughs] Dean says, "Bitch," and Sam says, "What are you calling me a bitch for?" [both laughing] Which made me scream. Feminist women love Sam Winchester. [G laughs]
G: Exactly.
C: Yeah. And Dean's like, "You're supposed to say jerk." And Sam's like, "What?" And Dean's like, "Nevermind." And they drive off.
-
G: Yeah. At some point. Sam's like, "Oh, what's in the bag?" Kind of like, playfully. And Dean is like, "Well, nothing." And Sam's like "Nothing? Okay." And then he takes like a bag from between him and Dean, and he [laughing] takes out the container. It's full of fucking blood. [C laughs] And he's like, "Uh, Dean, what is this?"
C: And Dean doesn't clarify that It's not human blood for the longest time.
G: Yeah. He's like, "It's blood." [C laughs] And then, Sam is like, "Yeah, I can see that it's blood." Dean is like, "Well, I needed lamb's blood because I needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood." And Sam's like, "Okay, maybe we can stop the car." [both laugh] And Dean is like, "No, no, no, it's fine." And Sam is like, "No, yeah, I know it's fine, but you know, just stop the car." But Dean explains that, you know, there's a creature, a djinn, and that he needs to hunt it, and that, you know, there's creepy crawlies in the night, etc etc. But Sam insists that like, "I just want to help. You're having some kind of breakdown."
C: Okay, also, Dean says, "People have to be saved, and if we don't save them, then nobody will." And also we learn during the grave scene that every single case that he or Sam or John ever worked went unsolved. And that's just not realistic. That's some individualistic, like, American bullshit.
G: Yeah.
C: Like, there are other hunters. Like, Bobby exists. Like I don't think it's true that every single case that they saw they were the only ones who could have fixed the situation, and the only ones who would have noticed. Like, that's dumb. That's what I think.
G: Yeah. At some point. Sam tries to call someone on his phone. [laughs] Dean opens a window and tosses the phone out, and Sam says, "What the hell does that mean? That was my phone."
C: Yeah, "How am I gonna email more people and say 'darn'?"
G: Christopher- Christian Cooper or whatever his name was?
C: [laughs] Yeah.
G: And Dean says, like, "I'm not going in the rubber room. We got work to do," [C laughs] And Sam-
C: Falls asleep.
G: Is like, "I'm just trying to help you out, Dean. I don't want you to get hurt." And this is the part where it's like the djinn is really trying to get Dean to stop. And then they end up in front of this old factory in Illinois.
C: Sam fell asleep despite Dean blasting "Mr. Saturday Night" the whole time.
G: Not only is he blasting "Mr. Saturday Night," Sam also is in the mindset that his brother is having some kind of really probably very dangerous breakdown.
C: Yeah.
G: [laughs] And he still fell asleep.
C: What a king. [both laugh]
G: Yeah,
C: It's because he didn't have his phone. He could have played Candy Crush to stay awake if he was getting really sleepy, but Dean threw it out the window.
G: Exactly.
-
C: Yeah, so Dean wakes up, and yeah, they're in an old factory in Illinois, and Sam's following Dean around, and he keeps trying to tell Dean to turn back, that there's nothing here. And then they start hearing sounds, and they go into a room, and it's those bodies that Dean saw in his closet hanging from the ceiling, and they're all like, hooked up to like a blood bag. Right, and the girl that Dean saw earlier is there, too, but she is alive.
So the djinn comes out, and they hide. The girl keeps crying and asking where her dad is. It's a pretty difficult scene to watch. But he puts her back to sleep, and then he takes out the blood that he's drained from her, and, like- he like, takes the tube, and he just sort of squirts the blood in his mouth. [laughs]
G: I respect that.
C: Yeah. It's a little- it's a little juice bag. He's got his Caprisun. And oh, yeah, I mean, obviously, in djinn lore, they don't feed on blood like this. [both laugh] Yeah, in case you were like, "This is in the Quran!" [G laughs]
So Sam makes a little "eugh" sound. But they are able to move before the djinn finds their hiding place. And Sam's like, "Oh my god! Like, this is real, and you're not crazy?" And Dean's like, she thought she was with her dad at the time. She didn't know where she was, so this isn't like, a wish being fulfilled. It's just like a vision that you're having while you're tied up.
G: Yeah.
C: And he looks up at his light bulb, at this light bulb, and in it, he sees flashes of himself hanging by his wrists and being fed on. And Sam keeps being like, "Dean, Stop having a revelation! Dean, shut up!" But Dean's like, "Oh, god, iIm tied up somewhere, and this is all in my head." Dun-dun-dun!
G: They do some exposition in how the djinn does it. Like, he feeds me poison, and then I go to sleep, blah blah blah. And Sam keeps on saying like, "It doesn't make any sense. We need to get out of here! Like, you're right, we need to get out of here." And this keeps on going and going and going, until Sam just- [C screams] until Mary shows up. [laughs]
C: Right, because Dean holds up- takes out his knife first, and he says, like, "If you almost die in a dream, you'll wake up, so I'm just gonna stab myself."
G: Yeah, and Sam is like, "You're gonna die. And Dean is like, "I'm gonna die, or I'm gonna wake up. One or the other. So I'll just stab myself." And then, Sam, keeps on touching him and being like, "I'm real. I'm real. This is not some acid trip. I'm real." As he's about to thrust in the knife, Mary shows up. [C laughs] And the way she shows up is she's in a fucking [both] nightgown again.
C: God. Killing and death.
G: I'm surprised they even put her in any other piece of clothing, honestly. [C laughs]
C: She should've shown up in her black dress with her hair up, out to the club in this abandoned factory.
G: Yeah, exactly. Sam changes like, his demeanor, and he's suddenly standing up straight and talking very not Sam-like. And he's like, "You should have stopped digging."
C: [laughing] Also, Carmen and Jess appear at this point.
G: Oh my god, yeah.
C: Which is why I was like, "Dean's about to kill himself and Sam summons a girlband to stop him." It's just a very striking moment when you're like, "Oh, in this episode, none of the women are real people, and none of them have personalities, and they're just here to give Dean motivations while the Sam, even the fake Sam, like, has a personality and a life and like a storyline."
G: Yeah. And then Mary comes in, holds Dean's face, and Dean like leans into the touch yet again. And she's like, "Put the knife down." And [laughs] they start this thing where they tag team [C laughing], and, Mary's like, "Dean, you shan't kill yourself." And then she lets go, and then Carmen comes in and kisses him, and it's like, "Don't kill yourself, Dean." [C laughing] And then like, Jess doesn't come in, she just stands in the distance, and she's like, "Sam is gonna be happy." And it's so funny to me that the one thing Jess says about another person. Like, she has no personality!
C: Like, it's not like, "I'm cool, and we can hang out." [laughs] It's like-
G: Yeah, it's not like "I get to live again."
C: Right!
G: "Me and Sam-" she doesn't even say "me and Sam will get to have a life." Like, she just says, "Sam gets to have a life."
C: Yeah.
G: And it's like, my god, girl, where are you in this equation? [C laughs]
C: Right. Though I think the thing she says where she says, "You don't have to worry about Sam anymore" is, I think, the only moment in this episode they maybe nod towards the finale, because, you know, like a world where Mary doesn't die is a world where Sam doesn't have demon blood.
G: Then, finally, Sam walks up and says, "Why do you have to save everyone? Why is it your job? Haven't we done enough?" And this is basically what Dean said earlier. And then he says, like, "Give me the knife." Dean tearfully looks at everyone-
C: [laughing] Well, he doesn't look at Jess. [G laughs] The camera pans from Carmen to Sam to Mary, but Jess has been standing behind him-
G: [laughing] Is that for real?
C: And I was like, "Wouldn't it be hilarious if right after that, the camera swivels around to show Jess and she just gives a little wave?"
G: Exactly. But- Is he crying at this point?
C: Yeah, I think so.
G: He's looking teary-eyed, but he trusts the knife into his belly.
C: Goodbye.
G: And yeah.
C: And we see- yeah.
G: Sam starts screaming like, "Dean! Dean! Dean" but it transitions to Sam-
C: Real Sam!
G: - in real life. Real Sam, who's now waking Dean u from sleep.
C: Yep. So he shakes him awake, and Dean makes like, a Wizard of Oz reference. He says, "Ah, Auntie Em. There's no place like home." He's a friend of Dorothy for real
G: There's a part where Sam removes a needle from Dean's neck that made me flinch.
C: Uh-huh.
G: Like, it looked so real. And I was like, "Holy shit, man!"
C: But you know what's worse is when they rescue that girl, and Sam uses his knife to remove the needle from her neck. Like-
G: What??
C: He takes a little blade and he does a thing. [both] Girl.
Misogyny.
G: Girl. [both laughing]
C: Should we give Dean like a point for this episode just because this is his imagination and everything that happened there was like [G laughs], interesting.
G: Well, I mean, we are not the thought police. [C laughs] I feel like we should punish people for their actions, and not their thoughts.
C: Okay, that's true.
G: And this is just a thought for Dean.
C: I guess? But I don't- if Dean was like [laughing], "I hate gay people" like, in the dream [G laughs], we'd give him a homophobia point because it'd still be him like, expressing his opinions out loud.
G: [laughing] Noo. Hot take of the day, you should be allowed to hate gay people inside your head. [both laughing]
C: Ugh, okay, no point for Dean.
So, right, so Sam cuts through like, half the ropes, but then the djinn appears, and Sam and the djinn brawl for a bit, and, right, and the djinn's about to try to put him to sleep, but then Dean escapes his ropes, and he thrusts his knife into the djinn, and it dies. So this is where we get to I think, our last fact from the about djinns. And it's that basically, the only ways you can protect yourself from a djinn is through reciting verses of the Quran, and you have to be like, an actual Muslim for that to work, you can't just say it. And also, the only way to defeat a djinn, you can't actually kill them. You have to-
G: -exorcise-
C: - Yeah, you have to exorcise them. And it has to be someone with a lot of Islamic knowledge, like an imam. And, you know, because they could like, time travel and alter reality and all of that, it doesn't make sense that they'd be able to defeat this creature, anyway, because, like, he could just be like, "You have a knife? No, you don't." [laughs]
G: Yeah. And like-
C: This is a thing where, first of all, like, they didn't need to make the creature a djinn. Like, they could have just made up a new thing, because all they really needed was this dream sequence. And if they actually really wanted to do a djinn episode, I don't see why, like one of the people they consult could be like an actual imam, and like, they could bring this person along on the hunt.
G: Yeah.
C: I feel like a lot of the religious, or like, folklore creatures that they defeat- there's no reason why they can't like team up with people with that cultural knowledge and background. Like, it doesn't have to be Sam and Dean killing the thing every time. Like maybe sometimes, they just do the research.
G: Yeah, like we've said multiple times, but like, bring people along! Like-
C: No, if we don't save them, no one will! [laughs] Jesus.
G: Yeah. And like, for example, like, I mean, they don't even have to convince like- the lore inside Supernatural is already that a lot of Muslim people believe in djinns, anyway.
C: Yeah.
G: So they don't have to be convinced. You don't have to beg a person to be like- "Can you help us defeat the djinn?"
C: Right, like, I feel like they could contact and a mosque, and they could be like, "There's something here that we think is a djinn. Could you help us exorcise it?" And they'd probably be like, "Yes, 'cause that's a bad thing, and [both] I know how to defeat it."
G: Yeah. Yeah.
Also, like, part of our notes is that djinns specifically, are not exactly like just bad creatures-
C: That's true, yeah.
G: - like, in all of lore. They're not necessarily monsters. They're more like humans with superpowers. And also, like, some of them, are actually like religious, as in like, positively. And then the negative- like negative- what's the term. Like, the bad ones are like, usually like, supplementing dark wizards and stuff. So like, I don't know. Maybe we could have had a djinn vs djinn battle. [laughs]
C: Yeah!
G: Something Wanni said that I was like, "Oh, that's interesting" is that like they said, like we said earlier, like, it's such a missed potential because the lore is really very deep. Like, there is a lot to djinns. So it is- it is- the shtriga, for example, they had like a bit of lore for that, right? Like, with the shtriga episode, it was like, there was lore, and also there was emotional Sam and Dean stuff happening in the episode. So like, they could have done it here, too, that they could have had like a Sam and Dean episode, and they could have had the lore to come along with it. Or, if they just wanted to do the dream sequence so bad, just stick to that, you know?
C: Yeah, you can just make up another creature. I'm sure there are other creatures that put you in a dream state.
G: Yeah.
C: But, ah well.
G: Here we are.
C: He's dead from a knife. K. [G laughs]
Right, and they rescue the girl with Sam using a fucking blade to get the IV out. And yeah. So we cut to a motel room, and Dean's flipping through a magazine, and this is where he sees the beer ad with Carmen in it. And the ad says like, "go someplace better" or something. So yeah. And Sam, who's wearing his iconic white shirt with the floral-ish light pattern on it- you know the shirt.
G: Mm-hm. Yeah. The one that he broke his arm in.
C: Yeah, it also is the shirt that he wears when Dean confronts him about drinking demon blood in season 4.
G: Yeah! This scene looks exactly like that scene. Like, the color scheme of the room is the same. So I was like, "Why is this familiar? Why is this familiar to me?" And I was like, "Oh, it's because this one looks like the scene where he beats Dean up."
C: Yeah. Go, girl.
So, yeah, the girl was in the hospital, she's gonna be okay. Dean's okay, and he's like, "I'm alright. You should have seen it, Sam. Our lives. You were such a wussy." [laughs]
G: "You were such a wussy." [both laugh] Iconic.
C: "I called you bitch, and you said, 'Why did you call me a bitch?'" So yeah, Sam's like, "Oh, so we didn't get along? I thought it was supposed to be this perfect fantasy." And Dean was like, "No, it just granted the one wish for Mom to live." Which means that women are just like this [laughs]. Like, just normally.
G: [laughs] Yeah.
C: "So we never went hunting, so you and me just never like, connected." And [laughing] Sam says, "Yeah, well I'm glad we do." [laughs]
G: Wild.
C: I'm glad we hunt, Dean. "And I'm glad you dug yourself out. Most people wouldn't have the strength." And Dean's like, "Yeah, but like you, you had Jess, and Mom was gonna have grandkids-" Really, like, Dean was like, "You and Jess want kids. You will impregnate her. I have decided this." [both laugh]
G: Ugh. Ugh.
C: Yeah, but he's like, "But Dean. it wasn't real." And Dean says like, "Yeah, I know. But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. Because ever since Dad died, all I can think about is how much this job has cost us. We've lost so much and sacrificed so much." And Sam's like, [annoying voice] "Well, but people are alive because of you. It's worth it!" [both laugh] He didn't say it like that, but that is how I view the lines. [annoying voice] "It's not fair, and it hurts like hell, but it's worth it!" And Dean looks sad, and that's the end of the episode.
What is this ending?
G: What- is this- Is there an episode a little bit back that like, ends kind of like this?
C: Yes, "Hunted," which is written by Raelle Tucker, which is the pretty much the exact same thing.
G: How does that one end? Wait, what's "Hunted"? What episode is that?
C: It's the one where they call the cops on Gordon, right?
G: Oh, god, okay. Completely forgotten about it.
C: Yeah, let me make sure it's actually "Hunted."
G: Oh! I know what I'm thinking of.
C: Is it even "Hunted." Like okay, because the transcript said that the flashback at the beginning was from "Hunted," but is it?
G: No. The episode I'm thinking of first is the one with- the one with the fucking- "Houses of the Holy."
C: What happens in that one? It ends with a motel talk too.
C: Well, okay, so you said it was shot like "Houses of the Holy," this scene? Because at the end of "Hunted," Dean is the one who goes like, "Screw the job, I'm sick of the job, all we get is bad luck." And that's the one where Sam's like, "But come on, dude. You're a hunter. It's what you were meant to do!" [laughs] That feels a lot like this scene.
G: Ugh. Yeah. Oh, the one where Dean is like- okay, okay, I got it, I got it. The one that ends with like, the Dean beauty shot?
C: Is that at the end of "Hunted"? I thought that was at the end of "Bloodlust"?
G: Yeah, they zoom in on Dean's face- Oh. What episode is fucking "Hunted," then?
C: It's the one with Ava, and Gordon's like, shooting at Sam, and also, this is where they find out that-
G: Oh! This is the episode where I was drunk! [both laughing]
C: Yeah! There we go. Right. It's where we find out that John told Dean to kill Sam. Yeah, that one.
G: Oh god.
C: And the one where you were drunk and Crystal had half an hour's sleep.
G: That's why I don't remember it. That's why I don't remember it.
C: There we go.
G: There we go.
-
G: Okay, I mean, we've discussed what we think about this episode, but has it changed in the span of the last two hours that we've been talking? Jesus Christ.
C: I think because we've made more jokes about it, [laughing] I like it even less than I did before, because the, like, emotional parts are like, "Well, I said them in a silly voice, so were they even that emotional?" [both laughing]
G: I mean, I still- everything I said earlier in the episode, I still hold, so whatever.
C: Yeah. Yeah. [G laughs] Whatever.
G: How about Best Line/Worst Line? I did not pay attention to any lines in this episode. [laughs]
C: I wrote down beforehand what my best line was, and [laughing] it was, "What are you calling me a bitch for?"
G: I think my best line is- I'll recite the whole thing yet again. But [laughs] my best line is, "Hey, dude [both laughing, C screaming], how are you doing? How are you doing, man? I'm doing pretty darn good. I've been meaning to sit down and write you, but I've been so darn busy! I've been meaning to call, too. But, hey. [both] What's a fella to do?" I love that he puts the hey in there. Like, he's like, "Hey. Hey. Hey, hey! What's a fella to do?"
C: "What's a fella to do?" [both laugh]
G: My worst line is, "I know why you're the one." [C retches] Or whatever. I don't even know the wording of that part. But like, when Dean tells Carmen "This is why you're the one."
C: For what?
G: And it's like, she has not shown an ounce of personality this entire episode.
C: Yeah. Death. Death and killing
My favorite- sorry, my least favorite is when Sam says, "Well, I'm glad we do" about hunting. [laughs]
G: No, I think that's- actually, now that I think about it, I think that's a response to Dean being like, "We don't connect."
C: But it's "You and me just never-" Maybe. Okay, fine. Fine, yeah, maybe, you're right. In that case, do I have to find a new-
G: [laughs] No, it's fine. Leave it be. This recording has gone on for so long.
Okay, IMDB rating.
C: It's a highly-rated episode. I know this.
G: Is it? I hate it.
C: I'm going to go with a 9.
G: I'll go with an 8.7. I think that's high enough.
C: Okay,
G: Holy shit, man.
C: What?
G: 9.3.
C: Fucking what? Is that the highest we've seen?
G: No, I think we had a- oh, yeah it is.
C: We've only had a 9.2.
G: 9.2 was season finale or something.
C: Jesus Christ. Seriously? No one likes Sam. No one cares about Sam.
G: "Brilliant and wonderfully heart-wrenching! Must see!" "Outstanding. Splendidly done. Absolute handsome brilliance."
C: [laughs] "Absolute handsome brilliance"?
G: "That was just a dream." I hate this episode. I don't even want to read any of the reviews.
C: I'm skimming them. I'm not seeing anything. This one says it's a great insight into the character development of the two main protagonists. Are you sure? Both of them? You're saying it developed both of them?
G: Nobody? I hate Supernatural so much it's unreal.
C: Aw, this one says, "Like 'Faith' in season 1, this is Supernatural at its best." [both laugh]
G: And we know how we feel about "Faith!"
C: Yeah. Well.
G: Okay, that's it for this episode of Busty Asian Beauties. Next week, we will be discussing Season 2, Episode 21: "All Hell Breaks Loose: Part One." Also, we would like to thank Wanni angelhannah-
C: Yes.
G: - for their input into like, djinn lore and stuff. I love that we just say the word lore now for everything, even for real life stuff [laughs]. Like, it is lore. Thank you, Sam Winchester. But thank you, Wanni! Thank you so much! And you guys should check out their art. It's so good.
C: It's so good. Like, I commissioned them last week for- well, I guess it'll be several weeks now, but it's like a drawing of Cas and Eileen drinking milkshakes, and it's very, very cute.
Follow us on social media! We are on Twitter at twitter.com/BeautiesPodcast, and on Tumblr at bustyasianbeautiespod.tumblr.com. Our official tag is #BABPod, B-A-B-POD, and thanks to everyone who's donated to our Ko-Fi at ko-fi.com/bustyasianbeautiespod.
G: You can email us any feedback, comments, or inquiries at [email protected]. See you guys next time. [both] Bye!
[guitar music]
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
How much did your senior prom dress cost you?I
Less than $200. It was on sale from David’s Bridal and needed a couple alterations.
What dreams have stuck with you since childhood?
I don’t know.
Have you ever been in a serious romantic relationship?
Yes, I am in one now.
Did you ever take your dog to school?
No.
If you had had a baby in high school, what would you have named him or her?
Probably some dumb shit like Roxy.
If you had a baby now, what would you name him or her?
I am not having a baby ever.
Have you ever seen someone throw up on a plane?
No.
Do you get motion sickness?
Sometimes.
Has God ever healed you of any sickness?
No, because doctors and science heal you, buddy.
What is the most boring church you have ever attended?
I haven’t been to many traditional church services but I used to have to go to a service every week in high school and it was the awful. Buncha stinky teens sitting on uncomfy bleachers in the school gym at 7 in the morning listening to our principle blabber on about shit. I went to a Lutheran high school because the Chicago Public School system is bullshit and I had to go to a private school and almost all private schools are religious even though my family wasn’t/isn’t religious in the slightest.
What is the most lively church you have ever attended?
None.
Do you find church fun or boring?
Boring af.
What do you hate the most about summer?
Sometimes it can be too hot, but for the most part I love summer.
Which part of your body is the most muscular?
My legs.
Did you ever take Latin in school?
No, it wasn't offered.
Which major holiday is closest to your birthday?
Labor Daybor.
What is your favorite Japanese name?
I don’t have one.
Have you ever ran a cash register?
Yes.
Did you collect Bratz dolls when you were younger?
That was a little after my time.
Do you think your mom is attractive?
She was really pretty.
What was the last thing that disappointed you?
Having to wake up this morning.
Do you like the feeling in your stomach on a big drop on a roller coaster?
I do actually.
Skeletons or scarecrows?
Skeletons.
Do you own pumpkin earrings?
I do.
What computer game did you used to play all the time?
I didn’t really play a ton of computer games.
When was the last time you read a book?
Good question.
Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? (assuming you want any)
--
What was the last restaurant you made a reservation at?
I think that was Hampton Social over the summer.
Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from?
Instagram
What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts?
Actually liking my brother in law.
Do you watch political shows?
Not regularly. How fucking boring is your life that you watch political shows FOR FUN.
Do you play any fantasy/roleplaying games?
No.
Do you like salami?
Not particularly.
When was the last time you ate meat?
I had a tuna sandwich for lunch today.
What was the last hot drink you drank?
A matcha latte.
Have your parents met your boyfriend/exes?
My parents have met my husband, yes.
How about your boyfriend’s parents? Met them?
Only his mother; his dad past away when he was young.
Do you know how to say I love you in at least 4 languages?
I think so.
Do you find the sound of a cat’s purr relaxing?
It’s SO relaxing.
Do you know your mum’s first pet’s name?
She had a dog named Drum she talked about a lot. She lost him in a fire. :( I’m not sure if that was her first pet though.
Would you ever want to be famous? If so, for what?
I want to be Pete Davidson’s next ex girlfriend hahahhahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Would you ever get a heart tattoo or your back?
I want a heart tattoo that my older niece draws and my younger niece colors in, but I’m not sure where I want to get it.
What fruit can’t you stand?
Grapefruit.
Do you know anyone autistic?
Yes.
How about someone bipolar?
Yes.
What do you consider private to you?
Depends on the context.
Name somebody you know who deserves a better life than they have:
--
Name something that you’re good at but don’t like:
Working.
Name something that you’re bad at but DO like:
Singing and dancing.
Name somebody who has tried to help you and ended up hurting you:
--
Name a date that has a lot of significance to you:
July 24th. It’s the date Mark and I started dating (2011) and the date we got married (2017).
Name something in your life that was a blessing in disguise:
Ending a friendship.
Name something that you’ve done that would be considered rebellious:
Tattoos ooooooooooo I’m so bad.
Name something you wish you had enough money to do:
Travel more.
1 note
·
View note
Last Seen Blogs
sandrabarbital
Untitled
ruberlupa
Azra
666pnperv666
Untitled
it-answer-and-question
IT Answer And Question
joker-of-harmonia
There are no centaurs in Oxford