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intoloopin · 4 months

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♡‒♡‒♡ LOOPiN'S ROMANCE HISTORY: A SHORT OVERVIEW

[!!!] Possible tws for a brief mention/implication of past physical and psychological abuse (Haruki, J.J and Haegon sections, respectively), as well as the implication of an uncomfortable age gap (Haruki again.)

HERE IS WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOORA: @hshtag!

♡‒♡‒♡ TAESONG'S ROMANTIC HISTORY

➷ Taesong has compensated for years of extreme failure in all departments of life by scoring the most comprehensible, prettiest woman in all of Seoul - Yunhee, obviously -, and it only took him 1 major breakdown after a bad vocal class at her uncle's shop in 2022 to do it. Ever since then, they have slowly gone steady; Yunhee's organized and lively personality is just what he needs to ease his ways.

➷ Honestly? That's the girl he's going to marry, and there's no doubt on Taesong's mind about it. Maybe he'll even do it soon. Like very, very soon, and- oh my God, Taesong, stop going to the Cartier website and starring at wedding rings for 40 minutes, man, this is embarrasing.

♡‒♡‒♡ MINWOO'S ROMANTIC HISTORY

➷ Ever since Minwoo decided to turn his heart into a synthesizer at the tender age of fourteen, he's been the subject affection of almost no one - if you exclude his former neighbor that basically gave him his trainee dream and he once promise to write music for until their dying days, but she's definely never coming to bite him in the ass, unless uh-oh, she totally is. And she's with Haegon now. Cool.

➷ Not like he cares, because again, Minwoo's never been in love with her. In fact: he's never been in love with anyone, not back then, and not now. He's not in love now. Who even cares that every time he tries to write songs these days they all end up being about a fake blonde guy with long hair, too much money and the loveliest set of brown eyes there ever were, but whatever! That doesn't mean anything! It's not even that descriptive - in fact, he's never met anyone like that ever, and fuck you Dylan if you think otherwise.

♡‒♡‒♡ SEUNGSOO'S ROMANTIC HISTORY

➷ By far the LOOPiN member getting the most action, their resident lover boy if you will, Seungsoo rarely does serious relationships: he likes unlabeled things and having the capability to be a little bit in love with everyone without having to explain himself further about it. He's a feeler, not a thinker, and love is his muse! It brings the best out of him! It just sucks it took him three strikes at trying to communicate successfully to get it right (Never mention The Great Delilah Fiasco. He will cry.)

➷ He's been lucky enough to find Gayoung along the way, who lives very much like him, only smarter, and went on to completely change Seungsoo's perspective of what love can really look like. He's even become besties with her other primary partner, Junyeol! And everything is finally so great and feels so right for once! It would be a shame if he fucked it up for idiotic reasons or something...

♡‒♡‒♡ HARUKI'S ROMANTIC HISTORY

➷ After the years of deep intimacy damage caused by his past manager's sick grip over Haruki's guts were cut short by Sangwon's resignation (and eventual death), he took little venture back into the dating pool, strumbling instead into unbalanced, set for fail situantionships with his co-workers in all the fields he's set in - bandmate? Check (Sorry about all that, Hanjae...); Model he does constant gigs with? Partial check (Sejin is 34 and the lead singer of a comedy band. He has bigger fish to fry and Haruki is so over him, just so over him, really!); Ex-boyfriend of his former Boy Of The Week friend that Haruki was coursed into running over that may or may not still be in love with Kohei while using him to cope with the fact that he's been horribly dumped? He's about to get there, do that, don't you dare try to stop him (Daewon is, after all, very nice. And what's that thing about third times being special?) ➷ To conclude, Haruki has absolutely no idea what a functional relationship should look like - or if he even deserves to experience one to begin with. So let him have his momentary 'fun'. He's learning. And he's certainly going do better someday. Hopefully.

♡‒♡‒♡ DYLAN'S ROMANTIC HISTORY

➷ Dylan's nothing but a simple guy with simple guy experiences. He met a lovely girl in school as a teen, Sasha, and they went on to live a sweet and calm friends to lovers romance. Then he made up his mind about turning into a K-Pop Idol, he passed a trainee audition, and it was over (he and Sasha were very nature about it. He still follows her on Instagram in his private account. She has a whole baby now, goddamn, where did time go?)

➷ Looking back at it, the teenage affair seems a life time away now... And since then? Nothing. Chihoon has never even been to date in South Korea, and it's not by lack of options: Dylan is secretly very popular among female Idols, some might go as far as say he has a bit of a hot bachelor reputation, so why...? Don't ask him, really. He has no clue what's going on. Everything just feels so pointless lately, and romance isn't an exception.

♡‒♡‒♡ GYUJIN'S ROMANTIC HISTORY

➷ To the possible surprise of the masses, Gyujin hasn't ever been romantically involved with a single person in his life. He's more of a flirt-with-all, run-from-all kind of guy, and at this point, he doesn't even know why; he's doing great! Why the heck is he so scared of holding hands or going beyond first base and all that crap?!

➷ If only he tried his luck with someone who showed unquestionable love and devotion to him from the get go, or that wasn't spooked by his career, like a fansite or... Wait.

♡‒♡‒♡ O.Z'S ROMANTIC HISTORY

➷ To his and his bandmate's outmost surprise, secluded, very anti romance Zhiming managed to not only find a perfect collab artist that's fully on board with his experimental music, but also a girlfriend that seems to understand him inside and out in Nico. What started as a project with an online singer going by the stage name of 'nicebnico' in late 2022 has now bloomed into an online romance, then an in person romance that's inspired him to not only keep pursuing an even weirder sound as his heart desires, but also to keep himself open to taking risks and opening up to a new world of people - how can he not when Nicola is the biggest risk taker extrovert woman that ever walked the earth. Turns out, the opposites attract myth is the real deal. ➷ With Nico finally deciding to reveal her hidden identity in 2024, they plan to be more open with the public about their relationship as well - consequences be dammed! Zhiming is a man in love and he'll shout it from the roof (quietly) if he has to!

♡‒♡‒♡ HANJAE'S ROMANTIC HISTORY

➷ With two epic fail romances on his back at such a young age - a tip: don't agree to date your childhood best friend's girlfriend a day before they've actually broken up, and for the love of God, don't mess around with your bandmate that clearly is in no mental state to even consider your very real feelings -, Hanjae seems to have finally gotten it right with Yoora!

➷ At first turning to his very good friend with a fake dating scheme to hopefully help end some of Haruki's overwhelming guilty for how bad their whole deal was, Hanjae, being Hanjae, catched feelings - and for the first time ever, it didn't explode all over his face. Yoora reminds him that love is all about who you want to spend your piece and quiet with, and for as long he'll be able, he wants to never make her feel anything but safe.

♡‒♡‒♡ J.J'S ROMANTIC HISTORY

➷ Despite claiming to be "too busy for anyone" because he is "a professional" with "real goals of stardom" and "impossible standards", which are all to some degree true, what kept Jiahang stuck in a loveless limbo thought all of 2023 was the very weird parasitic relationship Dongwook pushed him into - A Secret Third Thing taken up to the max, and he wasn't even into it! Not to mention he wasn't even the only one! Poor Jiyeon has it even worse!

➷ In theory, he's free now, and he can be a guy in his early twenties and not let some psycho from the biggest boy group in the world control his every move. But like... Why bother trying? It's not like he's got much to work with, being famous and all, not to mention kind of rotten to the core (self-observation). And he has Minwoo anyway, which- Uh. What a weird little thought...

♡‒♡‒♡ HAEGON'S ROMANTIC HISTORY

➷ As the saying goes: you had Haegon's heart once, you might as well have it forever. No, he's not proud about it; nothing about his never ending saga with Sunyoung makes him feel anything but frustrated, and pathetic (He got cheated on with Minwoo, out of all people, as well as with DJ that lives in a goddamn trailer. How does a person deal with that?!). Except for when he feels completely in love with her, of course, which is often in correlation to the times he doesn't have her around. Weird how that goes.

➷ But he is very happy to announce that in December of 2023 he said his last goodbye to Sunyoung, and he is for real this time. Haegon is very fucking serious. This is not like breakup 3, or break up 7, or break up 11. This is the end, and he is absolutely ready for something new. And speaking of new, didn't Haruki's sister just start training at New Wave some months back, and she's a 01 liner too and so nice, so pretty, hold on just a minute-

#&& ⠀ [ . . . ] hound on a hunt ⠀⸻ development .#fictional idol community #fake kpop group #kpop au #kpop fanfic #kpop oc #*taking Dylan's hands and waving it up like a flag* WILL ANY LADY JUST LOOK AT HIM PLEASE

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insanethankstoradio · 1 month

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To play a part: Alastor's raison d'etre

Alastor's personality, role, and purpose

“It's the purest kind, my dear: Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage and the stage is a world of entertainment.”

Alastor has been presented to us as an omniscient force: somehow possessing an awareness that makes us doubt ours, a stubbornness that shadows others, all while holding something to unveil. Alastor’s testament in the writer’s community shines through the controversy around his character, whether he has an altruistic nature while forbidding it, or is merely choosing to play a part in the circus Hell is, we can't say. It is because of this that I wanted to do an analysis of Alastor and look behind the veil he challenges others to look past. On one hand, Alastor is a shadow. But if he's a shadow, who owns it? One can only become conscious of the shadow in personality by recognizing reality.

On the other hand, if the world is sheer entertainment, who will lead, who will act, and who will watch?

note: first analysis & post! hope it’s written well, considering english isn’t my native tongue.

note 2: i'll first list things i find interesting about his personality, how much of a mentor he rly is, and in the end i'll determine if he's the director, actor, or spectator. and of course his purpose of life, not for the show.

Alastor has a pathological need to exert his power. It's not the biggest secret.

The need for control is fundamental in human experience and a drive of human nature. It is an ersatz emotion, in a way. It's a self-imposed need, not quite something to feel.

For someone like Alastor who abhors primal instincts, he’s driven by them. His instincts rule his world: he needs to have power, to rule in tyranny, to hunt, and to feel the thrill. To represent Alastor as a Jungian Shadow or as a person with a conflicting Ego isn't too far-fetched. He is all that Charlie refuses to accept of Hell, and his own shadow betrays his face. If an inevitable force is neglected for too long, it'll fester and grow until depravity is wished for instead of what it represents. It is his id and superego that is unbalanced. His unconscious desires and his moral and social standing. To overlap is possible, and we can certainly see a fair share of unhinged and yet forcibly restrained moments of him with Charlie. He is not good at controlling himself, he's a feral animal waiting just the right moment to pounce on his prey.

Someone who seeks to exert their control will look for someone in need of guidance. As a mentor figure, Alastor is complicated. With a regime to follow, it is he who festers on the darkness of Charlotte Morningstar and uses her need to know she matters to control her power, but it is also he who guides her to greatness and the like. Soo...

There are many causes as to why obsession with control and power arises. Trauma, insecurity, misguided righteousness. Positively, these kinds of people want to take charge and make an impact, seeking positions of leadership and pursuing others at their best. At their worst, they assert their power by controlling others to feel sure of themselves over how powerless they are otherwise. But what if this need for control is (in most of situations) for attention because they need it to thrive and not uniquely for leadership because they’re insecure of their environment? it can be both, but one more than the other. Alastor is a showman, contradicting himself in his ethics and in his phrases.

“No tacky circus decor,” when his philosophy of life is derived from entertainment and the destruction that would happen if he’s left unattended for too long. YOU are the circus alastor

In the Overlord meeting, he is left in disappointment and in ridicule as he expects attention due to his self-imposed importance. Recurringly, doubts over his power arise in the hotel thanks to his distaste for sinners and neglect towards them. He comes back after 7 years to be derided. Alastor is always caviling against authority, is this because he is the authority pushing down "rebels" in his world or wants to be it? There are only two ways of winning this authority: 1. to destroy 2. to become

"I'm sure you've all been wondering!"

Characteristics of Alastor aside from the obvious charm, of course!

imposed belief of importance and/or of interest. It is not a deluded belief. It is something outsiders keep on giving him: the attention and thrill of being renowned. This can be seen from common sinners to Vox.

His list of priorities: 1. Alastor 2. Red fluff guy 3. Oh-Deer-Mug-Guy 4. Weird Cat Alastor and so on.

And it's not entirely incorrect! Vox gives him so much attention, no matter if negative. While Alastor can build his radio empire thanks to Vox... Alastor isn't entirely amused.

It's the annoyance.

Alastor is bemused at being threatened by others of an equal or higher rank, as seen with Lucifer as well. Continuing...

2. this "narcissism" is assured by minions that he knows how to play like pawns. If he cannot get his resource of attention from outsiders, he’ll get it himself with Niffty, Husker, and his weird-looking minions. 3.… all while destroying & humiliating those that are averse

See Vaggie in Alastor's reprise and in the series. See Sir Pentious and… everyone. He is a contradictory character, he pits everyone against each other so he looks amiable compared to them, and yet he can’t help but antagonize those allied with him because he sees them all as pawns that he needs to force authority over. he continuously makes the people in his surrounding environment be as unregal as they can be compared to the likes like him. He holds himself with such an air of confidence there’s no room to doubt, and there are no other doors that lead to other rooms. His only acquaintance who appears to view him as a person interested in business is Rosie, a fellow cannibalistic overlord who praises manners, amorality, and culpability. Last thing to determine what exactly he is..

he likes dependency and thrives on it

he forces it beyond remedy and thrives in deficiency in both tastes and relationships. He also has an inherent lack of respect.

Alastor is incredibly observant, see his assumption of Charlotte's struggles with her father due to her lack of resistance and heightened trust in Alastor as an authoritarian and therefore paternal figure. He doesn't seek dependency of others, worship, because just they could be useful. He seeks this form of worship as a pathological need for attention and power aside from the efficiency. To be the most important person in the room and have someone to corrupt. Charlie is a sheltered, young woman with childish hopes and dreams thanks to the care of the fallen angel, Lucifer and the first woman, Lilith (her sheltering mainly came from Lucifer and his inherent shame and culpability of raising Charlie in Hell while her hopes were enforced by her mother, the siren of hell).

Alastor, at his arrival, states his true intentions to Charlie:

“I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure!”

but quickly regains his moral high ground in his reprise of Charlie’s song, “ Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow '' , raising a feeling of importance and awareness to the original singer. It gives the message that someone held on to that song with quite an admiration to the point of a reprise. You can assume that, but the lyrics are a whole other mess. Alastor warms Charlie up by giving her the assurance she so craves while demolishing her beliefs.

“inside of every demon is a lost cause,”

He causes discord between the other residents of the hotel, humiliating Vaggie further by slapping her in the ass, shoving her, and so on. He also takes Charlie to dance and squashes her cheeks. What a lovely boy!

…That’s what we think until we check in five days later, in Overture. Alastor is vain, so he only lets himself be tasked with a lazy chore(or a perfunctory courtesy) to gain trust and doesn’t accept any interventions from anyone, including the same person he did the chore for to manipulate. When Charlie, while praising him, interjects, Alastor isn’t convivial.

His behavior is rather ordinary for everyone in the hotel as well. He belittles all the same, making it normalized and taken as a bluff, when he is in fact lowering everyone, including Charlie, in his world-view. Alastor is an egoist who doesn't advise acumen nor gives counsel. He has his own self-imposed self-discipline, recalcitrant and rigid all the time. That’s why he’s the perfect yet worst archetype of a mentor: he has a regime to follow and a mentor does not shape the younger counterpart into a reflection, they make the counterpart great like them. It's simple. While Alastor knows a lot of things and has his intellectuality, he's not willing to give it away for free. And yet, he is apathetic to most of the struggles even if he can take the pathway of becoming morally helpful and increasing trust with his comrades. It simply isn’t his bother and is neglectful most of the time with those that are not superficial (while loathing the act of being superficial) and when something catches his interest, he’ll force his way in, deprecate them, and take advantage of the situation (ep2 & ep7). He’s so arrogant that it’s his flaw, so prideful that ONLY if his power is threatened, his demeanor will change and seeking attention thanks to his power will become insecure about his surroundings and a potential risk of losing the power he collected (dad beats dad). He's paranoid, prideful until something else great comes in thanks to culpability. He analyzes the situation and uses everyone's skeletons in the closets against them. He establishes his power on the defenseless so as to not lose his social standing when stressed.

It’s not that he has a great patience and tolerance... it’s that whenever he fears or feels threatened, he demonstrates it against the "vulnerable" behind scenes.

And it is in this that he finds the chance to mentor Charlie into greatness. A path into not snapping in front of Charlie and keeping his social image intact, impeccable, serving as someone to look up to for Charlie.

She’s filled with potential that I could guide

It is in episode 2, if not 1, when Alastor’s facade & pride starts to crumble as everyone questions his authority & power within and out of the hotel. he gets increasingly more stiff until "finale". but that's for another time! So, after summing up Alastor's character in brief words,

what is he? hypocrisy.. coming from ὑποκρίνομαι, 1. to answer 2. to interpret 3. (attic) to dialogue, to answer on the stage; to play a part, to be an actor.

He's like a chameleon, shifting between roles and motivations, often blurring the lines between mentor, antagonist, and entertainer. He is a symbol of hypocrisy, playing different roles to suit his own desires while leaving others to question their own perceptions of reality. Whether he's an actor, a director, or simply a part of the crowd is "unknown". He's perfectly misaligned. But from what we know right now…

he's paranoid, in the end. without attention, without leading people, without any aspect of what makes him him, even the smallest things, he's scared of what he earned to be taken away, to be manipulated.

Once I figure out how to unclip my wings, guess who will be pulling all the strings?

IMO an antagonistic force that doesn't mirror charlie, but rather is a shadow to make her confront everything while forcing her to give over her power: he's part of the crowd. he cannot participate thanks to his deal, he can't lead, but he can spectate. he isn't an entertainer: he expects to be the one the others are putting on a show for. His purpose in life is not to lead, it's to gain. to gain liberty, to gain power & control, to gain worship.

#this is disappointing #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #meta #alastor meta #alastor analysis #alastor altruist #alastor the radio demon #hazbin meta #alastor #hazbin hotel pilot #this is like obvious and i feel stupid but i guess some people need 2 wake up #dont worry guys i also like to indulge in fanon but come on we have a serial killer here with potential dont let angst go away

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pallastrology · 2 months

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i feel like march has been really intense... anyone else? i think the aqua/pisces/aries mix can be tough, and with the coming of spring it's a very impactful time of year. anyway, april starts out with the moon trine mercury, in sagittarius and aries. this is a nice transit, though very fast; your feelings and thoughts work together harmoniously to find the heart of the matter. complementing this is venus, which is currently conjunct neptune in ephemeral pisces, and sextile uranus in collected taurus. two very nice aspects here, bringing some much-needed calm and compassion to us before the storm that is mercury going retrograde hits. for general advice on mercury retrograde, see this post! throughout the first week of april, the moon will join pluto in aquarius. coupled with mercury in retrograde, i would say be cautious; not scared, but collect yourself and your thoughts before you speak up. don't go in blindly and don't give into your every desire. venus soon ingresses into aries, which can make it harder to ignore those desires, especially when the moon forms a conjunction. while it's good to chase your dreams, remember to stay grounded!

when the moon joins mercury in aries, we might be feeling pent up and ready to blow. if you can, look for an outlet that doesn't involve direct communication with others, unless you have a trusted person you can vent to knowing that they really get you. it's a good time to exercise or go hiking if you're into it, to burn off some frustration and clear your head. the new moon in aries on the 8th can amplify these struggles. again, i would say, do something physical (i like to clean my house around the new moon, it's a good workout and helps me feel calmer and less chaotic), and refine (or start to form) your plans. don't necessarily make any huge leaps right now though. later on, mars joins saturn to form a conjunction in pisces; this placement signifies immense inner strength and endurance. this is a good time to remind yourself that you're stronger than you give yourself credit for, and to be proud of how hard you are working to achieve your goals. it may bring up issues of balance, however; are you a workaholic? are you not putting in the effort/resources you could be? some reflection and a plan might be useful if you're feeling unbalanced.

later in the month, jupiter joins uranus in taurus. watch out for overindulgence and impulsivity! that being said, you've been working very hard, and it's okay to enjoy the fruits of your labour. just remember to appreciate the little things too, and not get caught up in sudden dreams and desires that, ultimately, steer you away from your goals. on the 20th, the sun ingresses into taurus, and we arrive at ox station! it's time to focus on our values and self-worth, our home life and environment, our work ethic and spending (or saving) habits, and take some time to enjoy the sweeter side of life. a little treat can go a long way, but let's stay focused. the sun square pluto in aquarius puts a bit of dampener on an otherwise warm and inviting transit, but it's nothing to fear; squares indicate a power struggle, yes, but they also indicate a lot of energy. how you channel that energy is up to you.

the full moon on the 24th could be quite tense, as pluto in aquarius makes it a t-square. while stress and tension aren't pleasant sensations or states to be in, this full moon could be a kind of catalyst moment; we often think of the full lunar phase as a time of release and reflection, and i think this will hold very true here. i'm personally expecting to feel like a wreck by this point, but often, for me at least, those "breaking point" moments help me gain clarity and rearrange what isn't working, or what's causing me stress. i hope that your full moon won't be stressful, but if it is, try doing something relaxing and just giving yourself the space to feel what you need to.

right at the end of the month, venus ingresses into taurus, which is a very comfortable placement. this transit asks us to lighten the load a little bit and get creative in life; to enjoy ourselves and find the balance between work and pleasure. to value ourselves the way we do our loved ones, and to build trust in ourselves and our inner circles. trust goes both ways of course, so we are tasked with being honest and reliable this month. wishing you all the best, as always.

#pallastrology #astrology #astrology blog #astrology posts #astro community #transits #april 2024 transits

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 5 months

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House on Fire: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Summary: Fire burns everything including energy, but when an unsub uses fire to murder dozens, you feel each and every one of those deaths.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

Hotch and Rossi come back from the hospital, and you give him the basic rundown of what Penelope found out. They come back with an older man that they must have found at the hospital. His name is Dr. Rawlings, and he knows everything about everyone in this town. He's the doctor that people went to when they had any kind of problems both physically and emotionally.

"The bartender said that Jason stopped by the bar at the same time each day to pick up the cash and take it to the bank, which would have made him an easy target for anyone who knew his schedule," Rossi points out.

"I don't get all this," Chief Carlson says. "Jason was a good man. It may sound corny to you, but everybody loved him."

"Two days ago, Jason married Tina."

"She told me about that yesterday," Dr. Rawlings says. "All the tragedies made them not want to wait. It's a damn shame."

"What can you tell us about Tina's brother, Tommy?" Hotch asks.

"Tommy? Nobody's seen him around here in more than ten years."

"We think they might have but didn't recognize him. If he left ten years ago, he looks completely different than before, and he'd make sure to go unnoticed."

Penelope calls at the right time with more information on Tommy.

"Okay, from what I gathered, Tommy and Tina moved to Royal when he was five. Dr. Rawlings was his pediatrician. Apparently, early medical records indicated Tommy may have been emotionally unbalanced."

"Tommy was a little unstable. His parents dying brought that out," Dr. Rawling defended.

"Granted, I don't have a medical degree, but my guess is that watching his parents die in a fire didn't help Tommy's emotional well-being."

"What about Tina? How did the fire affect her?" Derek asks the doctor.

"Tina wasn't as damaged by it as he was. She adjusted more quickly. She was Tommy's lifeline."

"She was more than that. In a situation like this with no parents, a new environment, and grandparents probably too old to take care of them, Tina became Tommy's whole world. She was his sister, mother, and family. They were close enough that Tina distorted Tommy's love map. The way an individual gives or receives love is established by the age of six. With the death of the parents, Tommy's love map revolved exclusively around Tina, didn't it?"

"Yeah, it was like they were in their own little world. By the time they were eight, they even had their own language. It was a bit disturbing," the chief says.

"So, what happened?"

"What do you think happened? People talked. It's the only real occupation in Royal," Penelope scoffs.

"There were rumors that Tommy and Tina were too close. Nothing was ever confirmed, though. After the rumors started, things got ugly. People pointed fingers and Tommy got expelled from school."

"Based on nothing but hearsay," Penelope argues.

"Not true. The school had cause."

Penelope's anger is so strong that you can feel it through the phone. If you're being honest, you're getting a bit angry yourself, and it's not just Penelope making you feel that way.

"No, they didn't. I spoke to his teacher. She told me how the whole school and the whole town turned against him based on nothing but a rumor. She also told me another rumor. In this one, fourteen-year-old Tommy was beaten within an inch of his life by adults. Grown men."

"I didn't hear about it until after the fact. There was nothing I could do," the Chief responds.

"Broken bones and a punctured lung. All because of a rumor."

"Garica--"

Hotch tries to get her to stop but the Chief and Penelope keep going at it.

"I couldn't go after anyone based on only my suspicions. Nobody was talking about it, not even Tommy. I spoke to his grandparents and told them what to do."

"Yeah, they moved Tommy to a Colorado boarding school and cut off all ties between him and his sister. It was as if Tommy never even existed."

"It was for the best. They would have killed him."

You have to give Penelope credit. She's very bold to talk to a fire chief like that, and you're here for it.

"If what Garcia said is true, then this town's actions went a long way toward making Tommy who he is. We need to talk to Tina."

"I'll take you to her house."

When you get to Tina's house, you discover that the front door is wide open, and she is nowhere to be found. You have a feeling Tommy got to her before you could. When Hotch sees this, he starts calling her work to see if she's there. You head inside with your guns drawn but since there is no one home, there is no need for protection.

"Tina didn't show up for work," Hotch says.

"I found her cell phone," Derek says and holds it up.

"Do you think it was Tommy?"

"Yes. Put an APB for Tommy and Tina. Close all roads in and out of Royal."

"No, no, he loves her. He wouldn't hurt her," the chief panics.

"He will if she rejects him."

You take out your phone and call Penelope to see if there is more information on where Tommy might have taken Tina.

"Hey, Pen, is there anything else you can grab off Tommy and Tina? Anywhere where they loved to go together?"

"According to his former teacher, Tommy enrolled in the boarding school under the name Thomas Boren. That's his dead mother's maiden name. I tracked down his records, and he was at that school for half a year before he landed in juvie where he resided for the next three years. His psych evals during his stay were less than stellar. So, how mad do you think he is?"

"If I were him, I'd be pretty mad. Pen, the whole town turned against him."

"No, not him, Hotch. I mean, he did tell me to dig, right? So I dug. Granted, I'm not supposed to have direct contact with the public or purport myself as an FBI agent. Okay, I'm definitely not supposed to accuse someone of a felony or even a misdemeanor, especially when I don't have any actual evidence. Oh, God. I did just what they did. I based everything on a rumor. I got sucked right in. I didn't mean to. I--"

"Penelope, I love you, but stick to Tommy."

"Right, sorry. He was released from juvie when he was sixteen. That's when the trail goes cold."

"You couldn't find him?"

"No, I said the trail went cold, I didn't say it disappeared. This is the part I'm actually good at. Whatever he did in the interim remains a mystery, but at the age of twenty-one, Thomas Boren re-emerged in Franklin, Indiana. That's three hundred miles away from Royal. Mr. Boren purchased copious amounts of gasoline two months ago. It's not unusual to do it in Indiana, but Mr. Tommy Wheeler slash Boren didn't own a farm."

"That's when the nuisance fires happened."

"Yes. After his little spending spree, that's when the trail goes cold and I can't find him."

"Okay. Let us know if there is anything else."

"Roger Dodger."

If there is no sign of Tina and Tommy, and there is no way to find out where he might have taken Tina, then you need to ask someone else who knows them personally. Once Hotch heard what Penelope had to say, he brought in the Chief and Dr. Rawlings in hopes they might be able to help.

"Okay, we've locked down the town and put out a statewide alert. So far, nothing," the chief says.

"Where in Royal would Tommy take his sister? It's likely to be a place that's important to both of them. Maybe a place that they went to together as kids."

"I don't know," Dr. Rawlings shrugs. "The only place I can think of Is their grandparents' old house, but that was torn down years ago."

"That's not gonna help us."

"I've got pictures of her with the grandparents and friends. Nothing with Tommy," Emily says as she sifts through Tina's belongings.

"Garcia was right. After he was sent away, Tommy no longer existed, not even as a memory." You head back into the house and to Tina's bedroom where there has to be some sort of records for her brother. If they were as close as Penelope and Dr. Rawlings say they were, then she wouldn't let him go so easily. After a quick search under the bed, you find a box where she kept letters she's written to Tommy. "I found Tommy, or what she had left of him." You search through the box and find an invitation to a school dance from 1998. "Hotch, I think we have something here." You hand the invitation to the Chief. "What dance is this?"

"The Spring Formal. They hold it every year at the community center."

"This is from May of 1998, just before Tommy was beaten and forced out of town. Is this dance something Tommy and Tina would have gone to?"

"It's a big event. All the kids go even if they don't have formal dates."

"Would they have gone together?"

"Absolutely."

Now you have a lead. If they aren't at the community center, then you have no idea where he would have taken Tina. Luck is on your side because when your team gets there, Tina and Tommy can be heard arguing from inside the ballroom.

"You belong with me!" Tommy yells.

"No, I don't! No, I don't! Please! Let me go!" Tina begs.

Your team and the Chief walk in with guns pointed right at him, and you discover that they're both standing in the middle of the room with a gas can at their feet. The entire floor around them is covered in gasoline, and Tommy has a matchbook in his hands.

"Tommy, let her go! Let her go!"

"No!" Tommy lights one of the matches and threatens to drop it into the puddle of gasoline. "I'll burn the whole town down."

"No, you won't, not if you love her. Look at her, Tommy." He doesn't. "Look at her. If you really love her, then let her go."

"Please, Tommy," Tina cries.

"You don't want to hurt her, son," Rossi says gently.

"I love you," Tommy says to her.

"I know."

The match burns out in his hand, so when he drops it to the ground, the gasoline doesn't ignite. That's his sign of letting go, and Derek moves in to arrest him. Tina jumps over the gasoline to where you and Emily are, and Derek slaps handcuffs on her brother. You have no clue what their relationship was like, but if he'd go this far to make sure no one can be with her, then he has some sick view of who his sister is to him.

Half of the team falls asleep on the way back home, but you and Spencer are ready for another game of chess. You take out the board you stashed in your go-bag and set it in front of him with a grin.

"I want a rematch, Reid."

"I'm okay with winning again," he shrugs playfully.

You lightly kick him underneath the table and grin happily.

"Yeah, you wish."

"I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love." - Francoise Sagan

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estethell · 9 months

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We hardly know anything about Nori and Dori, but since you enjoy drawing them, I was wondering if you have any headcanons that flesh out their personalities, skills, or likes and dislikes? 😊

What did you ask meeeeeeee!! Thanks to heart @sotwk for asking me to talk about them and how I imagine them, I have a whole huge headcanon in my head about them that I have extensively described in my fics that I can talk about them for days, but here I will write only the essentials!!!

-Nori- Let's start with Nori, my lovely Nori ❤

In my fanfiction "An unlikely friendship, an impossible love" I imagined how dwarf society was structured in the Blue Mountains and how they lived before starting the Quest for Erebor. In this context (which I won't explain here because otherwise too long, but if anyone wants to know more my askbox is always open 👀) Nori fits like a sour note! Nori is a thief who robs fools and drunks, he is very good at what he does and is known and feared in his environment. I like to think of Nori as an unbalanced character, in the sense that he is really skilled as a thief and as a con man but really incapable in social relationships as he hasn't developed any due to his lifestyle, in fact he is very awkward in establishing a relationship even only of friendship with Bofur. In the fic I explain how Nori chose to become a thief to help his brothers find honest work in order to live and then, when he could leave and devote himself to honest work, Nori had difficulty doing it because he was too addicted to the infamous life. I imagine Nori as a person who is extremely aware of his abilities and very arrogant, but also very insecure inside about what he doesn't know and afraid of showing weaknesses to others. Also, he has a good soul and is very kind to the people he cares about, but he can experience very intense feelings such as strong jealousies or great anger. He is a sanguine person who however managed to hide everything behind a mask of cold rationality in order to survive in the harsh world of the street!!

In a beautiful project that I haven't delved into anything yet (I hope sooner or later this project will be born because it's really beautiful), modern AU, Nori is a character who uses a mask of arrogance and confidence to hide a deep suffering and fear caused by the his criminal lifestyle, bringing with him the pain of having lived a very difficult childhood.

-Dori- Instead, I have deepened the character of Dori in two different fics. In the fanfiction "An unlikely friendship, an impossible love", Dori is the older brother who constantly argues with Nori and does not trust him because he is disappointed in his choices, he suffers because he blames himself for the choices made by his brother and tries in every way to protect Ori for fear that he will fail in his role as brother major again. But the best characterization that I have given to Dori is found in the fanficition "A bad temper". Here I imagine Dori as a dwarf with an extremely difficult character, he's whiny, picky, always in a bad mood and serious, he's not really good company. But in reality, it turns out that he's so strict because he feels a deep duty to look after and protect his siblings and he's based his life on that. Because of this, pleasure does not exist for him, only duty exists! But thanks to Balin, Dori slowly begins to melt away and we discover that in reality Dori is a dwarf with very strong maternal feelings, a very delicate dwarf who is easily injured and that is why he has raised an armor around him.

In the project I mentioned above, Dori is an older brother who lived his adolescence badly in a family where in fact he was the point of reference despite his age and who tried to deal with the whole situation with violence, to then mature into a refined and educated adult who likes beautiful things and who is deeply ashamed of his past.

Thank you so much for allowing me to talk about them and how i image them because I really love them and I imagined a lot of headcanon about them!!!

#ask #the hobbit #nori #dori #headcanon #omg i love so much to talk about my fics and ideas #I really hope before or after to develop my project!!

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The truth of the matter is most of these bogus Israeli propaganda stories would not work unless majority of Western audiences already have a deeply racist/orientalist/islamophobic view of Palestinians and the general Muslim/Arab world.

In what other world would unsubstantiated claims of mass rape and beheaded babies be taken as fact unless the people amplifying such horrendous lies look at Palestinians as implicitly evil and inherently barbaric ? Everyone wants “nuance” and “discussion of the facts” unless it’s Palestinians.

“Beheading” was deliberate choice of misinformation btw. Conjuring up images of ISIS in Syria and Iraq to justify the slaughter and occupation. Its clear as day that anyone who has the intellectual capacity of a 5th grader and above that’s what the Israeli goal is.

you're so right. racism and islamophobia are very pivotal aspects of the western world's long-standing unwavering support of israel. the mainstream narrative according to which the palestinians are muslim terrorist barbarians on a quest to destroy the symbols, lives and values of western civilization is the ever present boogie man that the u.s.-controlled mass media will conjure at will to scare europeans and americans out of their wits. racist narrow-minded ignorant white christians won't even take the time to debunk half of those lies via other independent unbiased sources. they'll simply feel too scared to hear the "enemy's" side to the story. you'll never hear a counterpoint that's gonna be equally sympathetic and intellectually honest to palestine's cause and its losses in this unbalanced polluted environment where only one side gets to manipulate and dictate the narrative. and im sorry to say that racism and islamophobia explain most of the intentionally blind and intolerant attitude of the western society in this conflict. like. think about it. even the rave thing. it's been on international headlines for days now. heads of state, celebrities and spokespeople all over the world are outraged at the idea that white christian young men and women with similar values and upbringing as ours lost their lives while they were attending something as simple as a recreational event that we consider part of our daily lives and absolutely typical for a young european kid to attend. it struck a nerve with the international community because it reminded us of ourselves, of our own kids and friends and siblings. it could even have been us. hence the disproportionate outrage. palestine's overdue retaliation after decades of unlawful occupation and apartheid suddenly got personal as soon as europeans and americans were able to relate to the israelis who tragically died at a mundane social gathering. because we have started to see ourselves as the potential victims of that one particular attack. but why don't we register the same amount of personal wrath and public outcry when palestinians are constantly killed in unspecified circumstances by the israelis? as a matter of fact, this happens way more often than the other way around, like, statistically. then why don't we feel like it's such a huge loss of life and potential? well, because those lives looked nothing like us and the mainstream prejudiced zionist islamophobic narrative did nothing to make us think otherwise or to compel us to show other ethnic groups some semblance of empathy.

#i argued with my father just this morning over these very double standards that he has bought from the media's distortion of the whole story #besides....zionism is inherently racist because it postulates the existence and relevance of ancestral races as monoliths #that do not interact or mix with each other to create new communities and social demographics #i mean...for real??? that's so anachronistic #ask #anon #anonymous #palestine

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ofdarkestdesires · 2 years

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Okay. So.

Having sat down and rested long enough to think this through, I am now more sure than ever that last night’s game was wildly and horribly unbalanced and unfair to the players.

Which is weird, because even at it’s most dire, Critical Role has never felt unbalanced. Molly’s death was caused by them not having a healer, but otherwise the encounter with the Iron Shepherds felt like it could’ve gone either way. Losing Yasha to the Laughing Hand and Obann was tragic, but at the same time it felt like the combat could go any way.

Last night, though? It was made very clear very quickly that Matt was using a character that had all the power to kill the entire group, and no reservation to hold back. It felt entirely too much like the sort of encounter a vindictive DM would throw at his players for the sole point of getting them killed and nothing else—the sort of DM that Matt isn’t, which is why this feels so weird.

So where does that leave us? Because from what we saw of Otohan last night, she doesn’t seem like the type to let the dead be revived, believing only the strong are allowed to live. And if those who permadied last night stay dead, it will feel unfair, undeserved.

Which is why I think last night was a nightmare.

I think that the whole combat last night happened in Imogen’s head, as a ploy by Otohan to make her bend the knee. She was forced to watch as her friends died around her, until she finally reached her limit and let the storm take over her. Numerous times throughout that conflict, Matt pointed out the burning sensation in Imogen’s gut as a sensation she had during her dreams—it wouldn’t be a far stretch to then take that to mean that the whole conflict last night had just been a dream.

Of course, just because it was a dream doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. We’ve seen how Imogen is so viscerally affected by her dreams, so I can imagine that whatever fall out from this conflict she’s experiencing in her Dark Phoenix mode is going to carry over into her true self. In addition, it’s entirely plausible everyone was locked in this dream, and when they wake they’ll feel how they died, how they lost.

It’ll be visceral, it’ll be terrible, and it will make the Bells Hells all the more aware of the fact of just how in deep and out of their range they currently are. Or, conversely, perhaps this is just a worst possible scenario running through Imogen’s mind, and all of the terrifyingly OP legendary actions Otohan was using only exist in the dreamscape.

All of this is to say I am hopeful that the Bells aren’t permadead from this unfair encounter, and of all the options, a terrible nightmare honestly makes a lot of sense.

#critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #critical role

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seokiloquy · 2 years

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Try Again - Akagi Michinari

Au: Hanahaki (Timeskip)

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, mentions of vomiting and drinking

Word Count: 2.5k

"Um, excuse me?"

To the left of your desk, leaning into the room by the doorway, was a girl, hand clenched by her chest as she gave you a wary look. You stood up from your desk, pacing the few steps to approach the quivering her.

"Ms Tsubasa, is everything alright?"

Tsubasa shook her head frantically. "Mira is in the bathroom. She's throwing up?"

Your brow hardened. "Is that a question?"

"No? I don't know. I think it might be..." she trailed off, looking at her shoes. "Can you come help?"

You sighed, chest weighing down a little. "Let's go."

Love was fickle. You knew that; most people knew that. People became infatuated with someone and lived their lives thinking everything was perfect. They held hands, went on dates, discussed their futures, and kissed. Then one day, they wake up to the feeling of acid in their mouth and harshness in their throat while they run to the bathroom clutching their churning stomachs, where eventually bile mixed with light-coloured petals falls out from their lips and into the toilet bowl.

Most people knew, but a select few found themselves in the situation where their partner of choice, often unknowingly, had led them on with no actual feelings of love but infatuation. It would leave the lover of the two sick to their stomach. In rarer cases, if the relationship had gone on too long and became too unbalanced, the lover developed hanahaki disease, while the infatuated remained unaffected.

The petals from hanahaki are a phenomenon within themselves. They weren't actual flower petals. That would require the lover to have consumed them. The essential components of what created the structures to take their shape had been speculated to be caused by a particular bodily reaction, while one's suspicions of their partner not loving them became stronger as evidence grew.

Usually, those with good intuition are more likely to develop hanahaki. It starts with an average gut feeling, leading to questioning, where many would leave the relationship before anything harmful occurred. If they didn't go and didn't speak to their partner, the lover's gut feeling would worsen, making them feel sick. Their stomachs would twist and churn until, eventually, they were throwing up petals into the toilet of their bathroom.

It's a painful experience, so much so that many don't even form many romantic relationships or crushes, knowing the repercussions if it goes wrong. But there are a few that throw caution to the wind.

Luckily there are ways to combat it. Option one: lose feelings. This is often the most favoured solution. It solves the problem and requires no outside help, but it can be a long and tedious process that can lead to health problems if not guided. That then leads on to Option two: therapy. Not enough people took it, in your opinion, whether it was for hanahaki or otherwise. Then there is Option three: surgery. This repeatedly came back with reports of people becoming completely apathetic afterwards and then needing to take therapy to regain their sense of emotions if they thought it would be best.

The surgery is often not recommended except in life-saving situations.

You hated knowing this. Having the information stored in the back of your mind to spew out like a fun tidbit whenever one of your friends mentioned getting in a relationship with somebody new. Then when a couple fell sideways, you'd be privy to the information they needed to prevent or deal with the repercussions. Sometimes you wondered if you should have become a therapist since you acted the role for those around you. But after going through so many rounds, you figured you weren't cut out for it.

Instead of sitting in a quiet office with soft couches, you stood in the back of a brick-walled room, dragging white chalk against green boards and talking about the human body, or sitting at your desk and marking during break periods.

It was your own time to relax. However, a student occasionally came in with a request or news.

Suzuki Mira's crush on the school's basketball captain had gone too far. You hoped she wouldn't be like you. She'd be fine, so long as she wasn't too stubborn.

The staff room was often busy. Even during class, there were enough people in the room to make it feel full. You pushed through the door and walked toward the fridge where your lunch was waiting for you.

"Whoah, you're in a rush. Where are you headed?"

Enter Akagi Michinari, the physical education teacher, an extrovert that could run, jump and twist his body around like an excited dog for hours while keeping a wide, encouraging smile on his face that many students appreciated.

However much you appreciated him teaching the complementing course to your own, you had to avoid him at all costs. Smiling at the man, you skirted past. "I'm grabbing my lunch."

"What are you eating?"

"Leftover noodles." You bent into the fridge, pulled your meal out, and then turned toward the microwave.

Akagi followed. "Oh, did you make them?"

"I did."

"Can I try some?"

Once it was warm, you could give him a bite and be on your merry way back into the quiet of your classroom and eat while waiting for the lunch period to be over. That made sense.

"Sure," you said, watching the timer on the microwave countdown.

"Great! I'll meet you in your room!"

Your heart pounded. Complete failure, every time. Why do you even bother trying? Really, with the number of times he had pulled a similar stunt, you should have expected it.

When you got to your room, Akagi played with the short spikes of his hair, munching on a sandwich while reading over your biology displays.

You walked to your desk and unpacked your food, keeping your head down as he quickly made his lunch disappear.

"There's a staff dinner happening on Friday. Are you going?"

He pulled up one of the spare chairs you had tucked in the corner of the room and sat next to you, setting his elbow on your desk and leaning into it, crumpling the papers underneath.

"Akagi, the tests." You pointed to the point his track jacket made contact with the papers. "I still have to hand those back. Could you lift your arm?"

"Sorry!" He lifted his arm, his voice cracking slightly as his cheeks reddened. "I didn't notice them."

Smiling slightly, you pulled the papers away and dropped them in the opposite corner.

"So, staff dinner?"

Akagi was a relentless coworker. While he would back up if requested, he often knew precisely what people wanted and would push for them to get there. Last year, he got the principal in the pool with the swim team for the senior's graduation party. The man says it has been his favourite moment at school so far.

Just like with the principal staring longingly into the swimming pool's deep end, Akagi was pushing you to join him and the rest of the school staff for a night out as summer break approached.

You wanted to say no. If you went, there could be irreparable damages. Soul-crushing damages that you would rather not have to live through.

"Akagi, that sounds like fun, but I have things to assign and grade, and my time after school is all booked up."

"That's a lie. You haven't assigned anything to your students this week except for some summer reading."

It felt like you had bitten into something sour. Pursing your lips, you pushed your thermos away. Akagi grabbed it, taking a bite without caring for sharing your used chopsticks.

You coughed, trying to dispel the heat pooling in your cheeks. "How did you find that out?"

"Well, you always do that before a break, and our students told me." he smiled, shoving another collection of noodles into his cheeks. "This is really good, by the way. Would you make me some?"

Warm cheeks be damned. You couldn't fight it down. "Fine."

"And how about staff dinner?"

"Only if you pay."

Akagi smiled, leaning into your desk with the palm of his hand pressed into his cheek. "I'm okay with that."

Your stomach had been fluttering all week. In and out of class, sending your heart into a spiral every time you thought about attending the staff dinner that Friday. It hadn't gotten to the point of falling off the deep end, but you were still scared, anticipating the pin drop for you to fall onto your knees on the tiled floor of your bathroom.

Practice makes it easier to make those emotions invisible to the untrained eye. If no one cared to take notice, they wouldn't.

The restaurant the staff had collectively chosen was a bit of a distance from the school. Far enough away that it was unlikely for a student to appear and make the group turn their teacher personalities back on. Seeing them so relaxed, slouching, drinking, and stuffing their faces with food was strange. It wasn't often they got to act like this. Part of you hoped the night would last long enough for them to enjoy themselves. Another part hoped that a student would show and you could use them as a way to sneak off, but that was unlikely.

Akagi dropped a few rolls onto your plate as he served himself. Not letting you get the chance to even reach across the table.

"Akagi, I can serve myself."

He used his chopsticks to carry some sashimi over to you. "Let me handle it."

"No, really, I can do it."

"I want to."

Why did his eyes have to glitter and stare so deeply into your soul? Sharp and keen, he could pick up on anything with practice.

You looked to your plate and swallowed your protests.

The twisting feeling in your stomach increased every time the PE teacher glanced your way or asked a question, to you or otherwise. You wanted to look him in the eye, memorise every feature and meet his questions with passionate responses because you did have them, and ask some in return. Every time you tried, however, there was a pull in your chest trying to drag you down. You just couldn't risk it.

You finished dinner while everyone else hadn't even gotten halfway through. They were all in conversation. One group talked about sports, Akagi was included with them, another group discussed summer plans, and the rest were too far for you to hear.

On your other side sat the principal, patting his stomach while he spoke like a poet about sunbathing on the beach, his plans for summer.

"Um, sir?" you patted his arm and glanced at Akagi, who was still running a spoken marathon about volleyball with the Japanese History teacher. "I've finished eating and left my pay, but I'm just going to head home."

"Oh, of course! Do you have a way back?"

You shook your head a bit. "It's sunny still. I'll just walk."

"Alright, I'll see you in two weeks!"

It was the fastest you had ever walked, one step after the next, nearly getting into a jog as you rushed out of the restaurant, up the sidewalk, and back home.

Running away, rather speed walking away, was cowardly. You were a coward. So be it. If it had to be done, so be it. No matter how much you would have loved to stick around and stay side by side. You weren't sure if you would last. Would it be a day, weeks, months until you began to wither away?

Maybe like the time before, it would be years, and you would be none the wiser till you found yourself sick and suffering.

Two weeks to decompress should be fine. Meditation to control your emotions and throw away attachments. It should have worked.

Sadly, Akagi had a keen eye.

"Why are you at my house?"

"You ran off from dinner. I was worried. I was supposed to pay. Here's your cash, by the way."

You pushed his hand with the flimsy paperback. "Keep it. It's fine. Go enjoy your summer."

With one hand on the door, you were about to seal the wall closed and hideaway when Akagi's hand held it open. It didn't take much force, your grip was weak, and he likely had taken notice. But his words had your grip slacking.

"Why do you keep running away?" His eyes, usually big and bright, had turned into a squint, confused. As he talked, his hands became more animated. "Like, seriously. I try to get you to do things and come out of your shell more. I can tell you want to. I can see it in your eyes. Whenever I think I'm a little closer, you run away again. Why do you keep running? I like you. Can't you see that? "

With shut eyes, you took a deep breath and pulled your door open. "Come in."

Akagi sat on the couch while you went to a dust-covered drawer and pulled out a small cracked frame from one of the drawers.

"Here," you said, handing him the photo.

"Wedding photos? You're married?"

"Was. I was married." You pulled out an equally sized glass jar and joined him on the couch.

The jar hit the coffee table with a thud before silence filled the room.

"Are those?"

"Hanahaki flower petals." Taking the cracked picture frame from Akagi's hands, you set it down next to the jar. "Don't ask why I kept them. I couldn't keep the ones from surgery. It's just some morbid reminder."

"So, they didn't love you?"

"Maybe for a time. But we married young, far too young, straight out of high school, and as we grew up, we also grew apart, till eventually, I was the only one left loving. And yet it took years before I finally left."

"You got the surgery?"

"I had no choice. I wouldn't die loving someone who didn't love me back. Even if it was tempting." You laughed, but Akagi was quiet. "If it helps, I did manage to fix the apathy problem. Somewhat."

The athlete at your side waited a few seconds before taking in a breath to speak. "So that's why you knew how to help Suzuki Mira. You'd gone through it before."

"You knew about that?"

"She started getting sick during a run. At first, I thought it was just the heat. But teenagers don't tend to stay too quiet."

You nodded, rubbing the sweat on your palms against your knees. "I'm sorry for running. It's not that I don't like you. I like you a lot. It's just terrifying."

"I may not fully understand," Akagi shifted to face you directly, placing his hand on top of yours that was still sweating on your knee. "But it's scary for me too. I don't want to hurt you."

"You can't control that."

"Well, you haven't thrown up any petals yet, have you? You might find I've liked you for longer than you realise."

The air in your lungs felt cold and clean. "How about some noodles for dinner?"

As always, I try and do something a bit different when it comes to popular Aus, I think this was interesting. - Bacon

Posted: 25/09/2022

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//I mean, English is my second language, so I might have read too much into it, but I can't not see how Jensen wouldn't have taken this as some sort of mockery? Do you think I am off base here, anon?//

I don’t think you are off base at all. I literally don’t see a way to interpret "I produce fix-it fics" as anything but insulting. If I were Jensen I would think that, at best, they see my show as an unauthorized edition to SPN that I produced because I wasn’t satisfied with the original. It takes any authority he might try to have away concerning the show. (A show I don’t lik,e but that’s besides the point). At worst, If I were Jensen, I would think that she was calling my show crap and mocking me for it. (I don’t personally think of fan diction as crap at all, but I also don’t see it as remotely "official.")

Even if her motives were innocent (if possible for a heller), they are tone deaf and crossing the line between fandom BS and the actor, so not appropriate.

I have interacted with Jensen on an "off day" once, so I know he can come off chilly if he isn’t "on." So, I’m happy to think that she probably got an arctic blast of coolness from him. Otherwise she’d be describing the encounter in ridiculously over the top detail.

Sorry it took me so long to come back to answer, Anon. Yep, consensus was that it was very insulting of Alyssa to do that.

I know that all sides of fandom joked about TW being Jensen's fanfic (with positive and derogatory meanings depending who youre asking), but I don't think they realize that Jensen wouldn't get that specific side inside joke from her side fandom and its not his job to try and make sense. People that words by their face value and in that case it he got as a mockery to his work.

I am sorry you got him on a "off" day and yeah, by his body language we can see he is so very displeased with the comparison. Guess karma got her back?

SPN cons has been going for so long that part of fandom deluded themselves into thinking their parasocial relationship with actors is actually a real one cause they have access to the actors through SM/cons and that made fans cross boundaries of appropriate behavior with strangers.

Anon, have you seen a JDM OP in which a fan was wearing a "I hate John W club" or something like that? Or a fan pretending to spank Drake's butt? What's the point of having that? Makes no sense how they treat them inhumanly.

These guys (and women) are not props. Yes, they are providing a service to fans and being paid for it, but many have forgotten that they're human being with feelings and limits. I thought this con went exactly how it was supposed to go. Hellers/AAs (most of them) being their unbalanced selves and I hope actors complain to CE in order to make rules stricter to protect themselves.

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Headcanon: The Blood of Two Worlds

A few notes on Loki’s Jotun biology, as explored in discussions with @dr-foster.

This portrayal of Loki is half Asgardian, the son of Hela and Laufey, born out of their alliance against Asgard and intended as a political pawn to secure her line’s claim to the throne after Thor was born. To be able to carry a half-Jotun child, she had to wield magic against his biology, a little like the Asgardian version of genetic engineering. This distinguishes his biology from both species in a few key ways:

His ability to change his form came from the magic used in his conception and, because of this, is his one unlearned magical skill. He can control it, but it’s also partially instinctive.

The Variant from What If was carried by a surrogate - hence being so much larger, as his genetics weren’t adjusted so extensively.

It also allows him a disposition for other magical disciplines, which Frigga noticed early on and nurtured.

While in Jotun form his touch is cold, it won’t cause frost bite. It’s a bit like taking someone’s hand in yours after they’ve just held snow with their bare hands. Similarly, other people’s touch feels warmer than it would otherwise but not excessively so.

Loki’s senses, particularly touch, are more vivid in his Jotun form. At first, it could be a little over-stimulating (after all, the only touch he’s ever known in that form, since infanthood, was that of the Jotun who nearly broke his arm and betrayed the truth of his heritage to him). Should he let himself become accustomed to it, it would be rather addicting.

Emotionally, Loki has always felt everything with an intensity like fire. Everything might as well be ramped up to 11, whether it be happiness or sorrow. This is partially because his hormonal balance is entirely unbalanced, his body always swerving madly between what would be normal for an Asgardian and what would be normal for a Jotun. There is no natural equilibrium.

His favored and habitual Asgardian form is something like a genetic possibility, which is why in that form he so strongly resembles his birth mother. It’s... almost his natural form, and does have some tells of his Jotun heritage that other forms taken do not. For instance, a certain resistance to extreme cold, and inner organs that are not quite where they should be for an Asgardian, though not quite matched to his Jotun form (see below). This is partially how the blade missed his heart on Svartalfheim.

In his Jotun form, his heart is on the other side of his chest, which Loki finds rather unsettling.

Asgardian and Human biology is somewhat similar, allowing for demigods to be born without the aid of magic. Normally, a Jotun and a Human could never hope to have a child, even if the freezing touch could be overcome; the biologies are just too different, even with magic. Loki's biology is just Asgardian enough to be able to have a child with any of the three.

#pregnancy tw #The Mythos: Headcanons

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nysh i am scared, i am afraid & i do hope kacchan will be okay so he can actively participate in the final battle alongside deku 'cause... ugh :( it hurts seeing him feeling so powerless, holy shit it really does. and his arm... don't even wanna think about it, nope

I am just.....hhhhh;; honestly laughing in a bit of unsurprised disbelief here, especially right after witnessing the whole thing with Genos in opm, it's like...Hori and ONE can we NOT??? Keep coincidentally copying/pulling all the same shonen tropes rn!! 8'D It's driving me mad because ideally they shouldn't be compared and YET wtf, stop this madness akhfjhg.

Anyway, no way is Kacchan going to die - as a dead Kacchan is of no use to ShiggyAfO when Deku's literally not even HERE yet. But crippling and torturing Kacchan in the meantime before then? Well then. (AfO the manipulator, knows how to use people and their emotions to play dirty, since what he's really after is Deku's OfA.) Not to say Kacchan goes down or gets demoralized that easily without a tenacious fight either - c'mon Hori, you've yet to show us his biggest promised character moment.

But garghh, see this is why we wanted to see Deku & Kacchan fight their final battle together as a team, so their synergy isn't suddenly unbalanced by shit like this. (By augmenting each other as a strength, instead of exploiting one as the other's weakness.) And welp, this is why we also have established characters like Eri on reserve (whom Kacchan happened to befriend in one of the recent audios too) in case of emergencies. But otherwise ruining Kacchan's best face and/or possibly losing an arm (half of his quirk) really won't bode well. And Deku's really not going to like that at all either. Ahem, he's still got to unlock/use the 2nd OfA user's quirk - esp now that Kacchan's in trouble - after all!

#bnha #kacchan #manga spoilers #anonymous #replies #lmao i can't believe i'm actually laughing at this while sighing #because right after genos again? right in front of my salad??? ahaha.....hori and ONE pls

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ayurvedicdrinkforweightloss · 2 years

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Here is Why You Don't Feel Hungry in The Morning. Breakfast is widely considered the most important meal of the day as your body gets to consume food after a literal fast of about eight hours.

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seven--secrets · 2 years

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Walkthrough | Riley | Trial 4.3 | Re: Onryo, Sibyl, Hime, Shigure | ATTN: Yumeko, Kaneko, Everyone

Riley nods to the onryo’s answer, apparently just accepting it as the truth, but frowns heavily to him as Kaz makes his exit. Why??? Why was he still doing things without giving them any explanation for the situation? Either way, she sighs, and looks to the onryo and group in turn.

“Thank you, though that does only raise more questions. If it wasn’t intentional, it’s possible that it was a side effect of things that have been happening, to do with the onryo or otherwise? Either way, while I could have mistaken what I personally felt for my own stress, the fact that nearly all of us have felt those effects too does seem to indicate that there was something more going on.

Though… Yumeko-kun, you I think it’s just you I haven’t heard from about that, have you been feeling effects of some sort too? If you can give your testimony as well, that might help us too. Even if you are already clear of having been able to take the supplies, if you saw anything it would be very helpful to know.”

Ah… Sibyl was leaving her hand and side to go whisper to Chioko now, but Riley manages to take a deep breath and extend some trust. She’s honestly surprised that she came back to sit with her at all, but as Sibyl puts her head down on her arm, Riley shifts and whispers a warning for her action before gently rubbing Sibyl’s back. It’s okay, she can rest…

To the group, Riley mulls over the theories given a bit, before speaking.

“I think… that while in theory unbalancing the podium like that could be possible if highly prone to falling through gravity by itself given the sheer size of a basketball without some support on the other side of it, that the podium was a bit to far away from the door to have worked in that sort of manner. That said, I do think that something like that was definitely possible on the cabinet itself instead like Hime-chan said, given the fact that it seemed like the cabinet fell at a slight angle, while the podium fell straight in front of the door.

Maybe something slipped under the cabinet, though… given the location of the wood being closer to the wall than other things, I’d say that it’s possible that it was the wood piece behind the cabinet to prop it. I’m not sure how the basketball fits into all of this, but I suppose it doesn’t really matter in the end, because either that or the water would have likely fallen onto the wood to make the entire thing fall. That’s what opening the door fully could have done, just pushed some things on the self over to cause that.”

She gives a slight smile to Hime, trying to be as reassuring as she can and expand on her ideas. She herself does ont actually seem stressed about herself being on the suspect list for this though chdisuchdisu But as for who did do this…

“I think that the exact particularity of the trap mechanism isn’t important to figuring out which of us did it, so I think I’d say that we’re close enough on that for now to move on from it regardless, and focus more on who could have put it together.

Also, I would personally only place Kaneko-chan and Yuuto-kun at a soft clear instead of a full one given the only person who could account for Kaneko-chan was Misaki-kun, who I’m unsure if would lie for her and also… seemed to be trying to separate her from our group in investigation for some reason…?” Riley glances at Kaneko questioningly at that, before looking back. “And then Yuuto-kun who technically could have set things up in part and then finished the job later when he was supposed to be cleaning when Kanna-chan went on ahead, since the science lab really didn’t look that clean at all.” Boy, you did NOT succeed in that in the least- HCIUDHU

“And then… yes, the rest of us barring them and Shigure-chan and Yumeko-kun really do have no alibi that would clear us at all, so I think it would be… difficult to narrow things down just by looking at who doesn’t have one. Is there anything else of suspicion that someone happened to witness, perhaps? No matter what it is or who it's about, it's probably worth talking it through.

I do also want to note, that while this trap did seem complicated in it’s after effects, I think it’s possible it was initially rather simple before it’s pieces fell out of place, so it’s possible that a good number of people here could have set it."

Or at least, so says a girl genius- Unless she gets a little more information from people, she’s at a bit of a loss for how to continue deducting, so she’s hoping someone or another will come through with something to go off of.

#riley #chapter 4 #trial 4 #submission

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Confessions

Shawn x reader.

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: Drinking/drunkenness, blink and you'll miss it angst.

// * // * //

You rested your head back against the front passenger seat of Shawn’s Tesla and closed your eyes. “I drank too much.” He had picked you up from a girls' night out with your friends. You had been ready to go home before the others and Shawn had told you to never hesitate to call him if ever you should need to.

“Just don’t puke in my car,” he snickered. “We’ll be home in ten.”

You rolled your head to the side and met his eyes as he glanced at you. “You really didn’ have to come,” you said softly.

“Of course I did. I wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

“But your friends...”

Shawn had had a few of his friends over at his place that evening. He had chosen to not drink much himself, anticipating a possible call from you.

“It’s just Brian left. He crashes there all the time.”

“When am I gonna meet ’em?”

“When I’m ready to share you with them,” he smirked.

“’m yours,” you whispered, small smile on your lips, and closed your eyes again.

The thought of you being his made his heart skip.

// * // * //

Once in the elevator, you placed your hand on Shawn’s shoulder for balance and slipped off your heels. You exhaled in relief. “That’s better.”

He took your shoes in his own hand and when the elevator door opened, he said, “Hold on to me, honey.”

You bubbled, “’m not so drunk I can’t walk!”

“I beg to differ. You almost bit it getting out of the car,” he teased.

“You have good reflexes,” you said, wrapping both of your arms around his bicep as you started down the hall.

Stopping in front of your door, Shawn asked, “Where are your keys, Sweetheart?”

“In here. Somewhere,” you mumbled, letting go of him to dig through your clutch.

“Give it here. I’ll find them.” Cell, cash, credit card, dark pink tinted cherry lip balm, a-ha, keys, and, “Condoms? I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.” He smirked, trying to conceal the disappointment in his voice.

“’m not but the twins are,” you giggled.

It shouldn’t have mattered if the condoms had belonged to you. Still, Shawn found himself profoundly relieved.

Unlocking the door and stepping inside, he set your heels on the shoe rack and hung your clutch from a wall hook.

He led you to the kitchen and made you sit on one of the stools at the island. “Let’s get some food in you. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You watched intently as Shawn cut an avocado, removed the pit, and scooped out the flesh. He mashed it and added small pinches of garlic, sea salt, and pepper and then put two slices of whole grain bread in the toaster.

“I haven’ been drunk since college... "I do stupid things when I’m drunk.”

“We all do stupid things when we’re drunk,” he chuckled, taking a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water.

He was about to pass it to you when you said, abruptly, “I kissed some guy at the club.”

He lost his grip on the glass. It hit the ground with a crash and shattered.

“Shit.”

“Lemme help,” you said, starting to move from the stool.

“No, you need to stay right there while I clean up. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He laid a dishtowel over the mess before retrieving a new glass and trying again. This time he successfully placed it before you, followed by a slice of avocado toast. “Eat.”

You ate dutifully while Shawn sopped up the water and swept up the glass. He found a post-it and wrote:

No bare feet in the kitchen!

He stuck it right where you would see it in the morning. He wasn’t sure if he’d gotten all the slivers.

Shawn polished off the second piece of avocado toast himself while leaning elbows and forearms on the kitchen island across from you. “Finish your water too, angel.”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whispered.

He smiled tenderly. “You would do the same for me. Now, come on. Time for bed.”

He followed closely behind you as you made your way to the master bedroom. It would be the first time he had been in your room; he was undeniably curious. He slipped his slides off just outside the bedroom door and crossed the threshold.

It was a stunning space. King-sized, hard maple, canopy bed, likely custom made, with matching bedroom furniture. The bed rested on a large rug which felt ridiculously plush beneath his bare feet. Above the low-rise dresser hung a 50” flat screen television.

Shawn was pulled from his perusal when he heard you apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I feel guilty.”

“For what?”

“For kissing someone else.”

“You can kiss whoever you want, babe.”

“’cept you,” you sighed. “He wasn’ even a good kisser. Too sloppy. Too eager.”

“Of course he was eager. You are gorgeous. And darling, in this dress...”

“Which I can’t wait to get outta.” You reached behind you and started to unzip it.

“Whoa,” Shawn said, spinning away, flushing.

You giggled and hiccupped. “I’m not gonna get naked in fron’a you! I just need outta this damn dress! Help me!”

He stepped up behind you and moved your hair to the side.

While he slid the zipper all the way down to where it stopped at the dimples above the swell of your bottom, you confessed, "He coulda been your twin. Or maybe I jus’ saw your face in his ’cause you’re always in my head.”

Before Shawn could even digest that, your dress fell from your body to the floor. He groaned softly. You were wearing a blush colored, lace, strapless bra and matching thong panties. He looked up at the ceiling and breathed deeply. This would be an inappropriate time to get aroused, but damn if you didn’t have the most amazing body he had ever seen.

Suddenly unsteady, you swayed on your feet. You reached out to grab the bedpost, almost missing it, but Shawn was there to catch you, again.

He chuckled. “I need you to sit down so I can find you something to wear to bed without worrying about you faceplanting.”

“I should take a shower.”

“In the morning, love. I’m afraid you’ll stumble in the tub and hurt yourself.”

“I gotta’least wash my face an’ brush my teeth.”

Shawn stood beside you, holding your hair back, while you scrubbed your face pink and brushed your teeth. He then had you sit on the chair at your small vanity while he went to choose something from your dresser drawers.

He returned with a pair of white boy short underwear with rainbow hearts all over them and a white racerback tank top.

“I like these,” you said about the boy shorts. “But I don’ want this.” You handed the top back to him.

“What do you want instead?”

“Can I wear your shirt? It’ll smell like you an’ I’d really love that.” He was wearing a simple white button-down.

“You’re lucky I’m wearing a tank top underneath, and that I have a hard time saying no to you,” he chuckled, undoing the only three buttons that were fastened, slipping it from his shoulders, and handing it to you. He then waited on the other side of the door to give you privacy to change.

You exited the bathroom, thankfully seeming to be a little more stable on your feet. He bit softly on his bottom lip; he liked how you looked in his shirt.

“Come on, babe. Into bed.”

You crawled to the very middle of the mattress. He retrieved the brush from your dresser and positioned himself behind you. He gently brushed your hair out before loosely braiding it. That way, should you wake up sick, at least your hair would be out of the way.

When he had finished, you glanced back at him over your shoulder. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he said softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Then why don’t you want me?” you whispered.

He kissed your shoulder and breathed in the scent of your soft, warm skin mingling with the smell of himself from his shirt. His heart began thumping in his ears. You probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning, which made him braver than he would be otherwise.

“I want you, more than you can imagine, and that scares me,” he murmured. “You were…unexpected. You walked into my life and turned my world upside down so quickly; it’s making me question everything. I feel unbalanced around you.”

“’m sorry, I didn’mean to.”

“I wouldn’t wish it any different,” he smiled tenderly.

Shawn helped you settle under the covers and retrieved a glass of water and two ibuprofens to set on the nightstand beside the bed. He also moved a small wastebasket to within arms’ reach.

He crouched down to level himself with you and gently asked, “Do you really want to kiss me?”

You exhaled, your words almost imperceptible, “Every damn day.”

He took a deep breath. “If you remember any part of our conversation tomorrow, I’ll let you,” he promised. “Damn the consequences.”

// * // * //

@mendesblurb @benito-mi-vida

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes oneshot #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fiction #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes x you

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Hi! I’m still not really over the last episode (and that happy montage in the end i-) and I’m feel confused about what’s part of the episode was fake. I mean the end totally is. But all Chuck scene was superweird too. And sometimes i think that it should be Cas instead of Lucifer and Jack felt him. I mean... confused! How do you feel about that?

Okay so here’s the thing -- this is a multifaceted episode--

BuckLeming, while often herded efficiently by Dabb, can muddy up the textual waters, leave gaps, and things unexplained.

However, that doesn’t account for Showalter’s choices in direction. Dutch shots out the ASS which are typically used to evoke that something is "wrong." Lots of panoramas, tracking shots, zooms and blurs in ways that simply are-not-standard for SPN. Extreme aerial shots.

One might even think “maybe it’s Chuck looking in on them!” but then you realize the same overhead view zoomed out on *Chuck* even and panned out to the horizon again.

One of the early mega-zooms literally zoomed out to The World, even. I’m just gonna gesture people to my tag on that and let them think on that, much less the empty world orbiting on the news or whatever the hell else.

There were *several* Cas-baits, yes. Yes, that was intentional from our actual authors.

But when it comes down to “fake episode”, here’s where we were at.

15.17-19 run immediately concurrently. At the end of 17, Chuck says this was his ending.

Now, the Winchesters largely derailed that ending, so Chuck was writing new material.

But Chuck is also seeking death.

He wrote a suicide note in 11. He wrote the story that would end in him and Amara being eradicated. And whatever influence he was exerting forcefully with Michael and Lucifer to bop the story around was all in the interest of seeing his book. One might think “to keep the Winchesters from killing him”, but he was desperate to see what his ending WAS, to know it and experience it and scream after them.

The dour taking of “no one cares” right after “I care(d)” about humanity is its own highlight going on. But wait, there’s MORE.

When Dabb dropped his pre-episode thing, we started talking before the episode.

So I mean, I think what we were *mostly* witnessing is the pen being ripped away.

But this is that emptiness that lingers even with Chuck generally resolved. They’re still kinda on the pages. The book is presented as shut, and the next steps are not taken. Development stops, if not drops.

This entire thing is so meta my damn head hurts.

Summarily: Is it just like, some weird AU that’s gonna go away? Not so much. Is it an incomplete portion of the story told from a skew? Absolutely. And is there still someone watching over them? T’would seem so. The whole World, even. Beyond Chuck.

Now the point at which we start blocking off issues of “eugenie writes like she’s 3″ is where we ask about things like “god power” or whatever else being thrown in the mix along with eugenie’s ki ball special effects that are literally always unique to her episodes, even if other people have to add the SFX.

So while it was a good bit of masterful work to do it via buckleming for this style of bump, it still inevitably has its flaws because... buckleming. But... Showalter was there. And one thing to note is almost every single scene entrance had some sort of major pan or zoom effect. That’s not typical for him.

The entire thing is designed to evoke, directorially:

One style: crooked shots, unlevel, unbalanced, uneasy feeling.

Second style: Over-under; some force is watching them on high, while others have a sort of brechtian absurdity, which seats it like a play on an elevated stage.

We are the audience, looking up at figures half the episode; but a second audience is looking in from “on high” and out over the world. As if perhaps even from the heavens.

Third style: CSI Miami, basically? Parts of this episode were sectioned off to be like a procedural crime drama in its cinematography and flashbacks. Which is ironic, because Dean loathes procedural dramas, but at the same time some of this fandom demands a procedural monster show instead of a family drama show.

Sam and Dean barely have any lines in the episode *until* we hit Crime Drama Time. Then suddenly, they reveal all of their case work. Despite Dean’s hatred of crime dramas, this is honestly when I feel like the brothers kicked in their own pen.

Let’s play a game-- the winchesters are aware they can write their own story. So they start telling the story they think people want to hear, or maybe just fill in the gaps from when Chuck gets dropped on his ass. Maybe Dean’s the one writing about how many times god punched them in the face whereas Sam is breaking down the crime scene investigation front. Another, where it feels like we’re loosely circling the war table as others lightly wander too.

But everything before that is the first and second style, and even after that, the overview-angle remains. The uneasiness is gone but there is an emptiness otherwise. But we are no longer spectators from beneath the stage, but staring into them.

I still very much expect everyone to “die” one more time and several specifics to choose to walk back into life at the end of it.

Is it a *complete* false narrative? No. We’re not just gonna turn around and be like “oh that whole ep didn’t happen.” But the writer lost his pen and got jacked at one point, while we also observed the stage from a series of angles as different audiences.

Riddle me this: Why show the World? “Because it’s empty and just them!” okay but there’s a lot of ways to show that which actually gets that point a whole lot better across than “here, here’s a planet that still looks lit up”--yes I know electricity is still running until stuff runs out but essentially speaking, the end of the episode shows us the kind of dramatic shots that could be used for that.

CASey just poofed in the World in the TV, seems legit.

Let’s see these overhead angles again, knowing it isn’t just Chuck.

This sort of overview is known for causing a “dollhouse effect” that derealizes the episode and makes them seem, well, like toys. Which is interesting. Because Chuck isn’t the only one watching them on high.

Cool, this is fine.

Either way, the entire episode is DESIGNED to cause some major uncanny valley. There’s a lot of parts that simply *haven’t been told or filled in.* It’s almost like evasive maneuvering, half the content just never made it to print, and what did wasn’t in its best draft. There may be battling authors, or a transition of authorship. But the thing is: this is not the complete story.

There is an entire missing section about Sam and Dean even finding out that Jack is a power siphon which they hadn’t witnessed yet much less arranged an entire plan.

Even Chuck’s episodes are generally told from the general POVs of the Winchesters, but this was absolutely not.

Matthew 28: 18: And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Put a pin in that one.

Unless CHUCK IS WRITING HIS OWN FAKE DRAMATIC END, the overhead view, however, IS NOT CHUCK PERSPECTIVE.

-- Regardless, the metaness of “fish in a toilet bowl BRL plot” stacked into this makes it very difficult to accurately decipher the lines, especially with only one watch so far--just skimming back through right now to grab a few things I remember.

Some parts are plot salad buckleming.

Some parts are us as forced spectators of a stage play.

some parts are shifting authorship

Some parts are the heavens looking out over the earth it loves.

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It almost feels as if, within enclosed spaces, unsteadiness and stageplay, we have Chuck’s POV.

But by the end it ceases to have any relevance, as he is no longer the author, and instead, we have the Presence of Being overseeing them, letting the Winchesters argue for their own proverbial pen in their own storytellings between here and there.

ALTERNATE PROPOSAL:

it is all one point of view. All of it. Pretend you’re someone’s eyes on a situation, you just happen to be in the sky half the time, and the uncanny valley is pulling forward the concept of being a presence that simply isn’t *there.* For example we're looking extremely closely at passed out dean but the camera turns and raises to level with Sam before Dean gets up. Our viewership lens is rising to meet Sam.

The camera stays in motion to fill a role or slot of a viewer. At first it’s haunting and ominous, but at other times, it’s simply part of the room, when it isn’t hovering from on high. Rather than speaking of empty space, we are viewing The World through that empty space, as if it were a Being.

Just a few more eye catching shots.

But whoever or whatever frames the end, even without Chuck--like the story is still turning on the pages, roughly.

The montage at the end feels like the Swan Song one, more or less, but there’s no narrator, no chuck.

The writer, the writer we know at least, is Absent.

Men are writing their own Stories.

But they aren’t alone.

I know how you see yourself. Angry and dark like your father. You think that’s what you are. But you are the most loving man in the whole world. That is who you are.

Someone does care. Even if right now, Sam and Dean don’t feel like anyone does.

...Because of you. I cared. For you, for Sam, for Jack, for the Whole World.

I cared.

“That’s not who I am.”

I am.

I speak therefore I am.

#supernatural #spn #15.19 #meta #my meta #the world #world #absence #being #polol

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