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teddyeyeseddie · 10 months

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Devil Horns & Mary Jane

Virgin!Eddie X Reader

(a/n hiiiii long time no see! Its been awhile but i am so glad to be back and bee bopping around brain rot city with @lofaewrites ! boy have i been cooking up some stuff in the kitchen for you guys! here’s my attempt at willing summer away, i mean it's practically halloween, right?)

“For the last time I am not driving you to some haunted woods all the way in bum-fuck Indiana,” Eddie shouts, settling in on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

“Eddie, please,” Dustin begs, plopping down beside him, grabbing onto Eddie’s shoulder and shaking it.

“Yeah, please Eddie. You promised you would take us to a haunted house this year!” Mike chimes in, pleading eyes looking down at Eddie.

“I promised I would take you but I’m not taking you tonight, I have plans,” he motions to the TV in front of him, some horror film playing at a low volume.

“Now shoo-'' Dustin's hand comes to shush Eddie, pointer finger smushed to Eddie’s pink lips.

“I’ll tell them about what's under--'' It's Eddie’s turn to shush Dustin, his whole hand quick to cover Dustin’s mouth.

“Enough of that. Alright kids, load up,” Dusting snickers as he follows Eddie and his friends out of the trailer.

The kids all pile in his van, Dustin settling in the front seat. Eddie’s hand smacks his as he attempts to change the radio, turning it back to his usual rock station.

The drive takes them out of town to a more rural area, the haunted woods and corn maze stretching for several acres. Eddie parks the Van, boots crunching in gravel as he steps out of the vehicle. He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket, withdrawing a pack of camels. He lights one, taking several drags before stopping under a tree.

“I’ll be waiting here for you guys,” he sends the group a salute as he leans up against the trunk.

“Nope, you’re coming,” Max states bluntly, walking towards him and plucking the cigarette from his pursed lips before stomping on it.

“Oof, alright,” Eddie raises his eyebrows before begrudgingly following the group toward the entrance of the haunted woods.

“Beware!!” A badly dressed clown screams on Eddie’s right, causing Dustin to jump.

“Oh this is going to be so epic,” Dustin says as he bumps into Eddie. He shrugs him off and straightens out his shoulders.

The group pushes its way through a badly shredded sheet that is covered in fake blood, Eddie chuckles nervously to himself before entering through the “Gates of Hell”.

They walk for a bit through the woods, witches and zombies popping out periodically to try and get a rise out of the group. Eddie usually sees it coming, but still jumping at the inevitable scare.

They make it to a small cabin in the middle of the woods, glass windows broken, Cobwebs stretching across the porch, the whole nine yards. Eddie ducks into the small doorway, being the first of his group to make the journey inside. He feels it out once he is in, the strobing lights making his head spin as he tries to make his way forward.

Dustin follows in shortly after, putting his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, causing Eddie to jump. He shakes his head, hair tossing back in Dustin’s face. The group trudges forward, making it halfway through the house with no scares. Eddie is pretty sure the house is vacant of haunt employees. He begins to relax, shrugging Dustin’s hands off his shoulders as he makes his way through the house.

He makes it to the bathroom where a bathtub sits. He begins to notice bubbles forming in the tub, getting closer to investigate despite his judgment. When he is standing over the tub, something jumps out, right in Eddie’s face. Eddie is quick to squeal, hands taking position before punching in front of him at the mass that just emerged from the bathtub.

“Fuck-ow ow ow,” he pulls his hand back, shaking it out before realizing what just happened.

He punched someone.

He punched an employee.

He rushes back to the tub, his hands coming to pull the workers mask off to reveal a doe eyed girl with the bloodiest of noses.

“Shit shit shit. I am so sorry,” He grabs the bandana that is stuck in his back pocket and presses it to your nose.

You let yourself be held up by Eddie as he walks you through the rest of the house, your mind is so fuzzy you’re not really sure what is going on.

He shakes your shoulder once you make it outside, looking down at you, his face illuminated by the residual strobing lights bleeding through the panes of the broken windows.

He’s pretty, bangs disheveled and sticking to his forehead, leather jacket broadening his shoulders, pink tongue poking out from between his plump lips.

“Hey, Hey c'mon l-look at me,” he says from above you, your eyes finally focused on his, a grimace forming on your face as you come to.

“Did you punch me?” you question, hand finally coming to rub under your nose, blood painting your fingers. His hand comes to rub at the back of his neck, a shy smile forming on his face as he does so.

“Yes?” he almost questions, “But, I am so so sorry, I did not expect someone to pop out of there. I’ve never even been to a haunted house before, I just say I like them so my friends don’t think I’m lame. I’m actually really terrified of them? I’ve never even punched someone before, not even when I got beat up in midd-”

“Eddie! For god’s sake let Y/N breathe,” Dustin groans, “Hi, Y/N. Are you okay?” He questions, coming to kneel beside you.

“Yeah Dusty, I’m ok,” you say, smiling at him.

“Y/N? Dusty?” Eddie asks, confused.

“Y/N is my neighbor, it’s how I heard about the haunted woods in the first place,” Dustin reveals, holding his hand out to you in order to help you off the porch steps.

Eddie reaches his arm out, offering it to you. You take it, looping your arm in his as you walk down the hill and towards the exit of the haunted woods.

The two of you make small talk as you walk down, Eddie even lighting a cigarette and offering it to you. You decide fuck it after the night you’ve had and take several drags before giving it back to Eddie.

“I really am so sorry I punched you,” Eddie says as he looks down at you, “I-I dont like hit women or anything like that, I didn’t even know you were a woman. Just like a mass of moss or something gross like th-”

“EDDIE!” you shout playfully, “Stop with the nervous rambling, it's fine! My nose isn’t broken and you got me out of work for the night,”

“Seriously? No “I’m gonna press charges”? You do know who I am right? Half the town wants to see me in jail,” he states bluntly.

“You’re a dork,” you say with a shrug, “I don’t think you’d survive in jail so I decided to spare you,”

“Okay, ouch. I am not a dork,” Eddie defends, eyes trained forward as he walks with you.

“What do you do in your free time?”

“Play D&D, read, write music, watch horror films,” he states obviously.

“See, dork,” you bump your hip with his, smiling as you do so. Eddie meets your smile with a frown, his eyebrow furrowing as he looks at you.

“Hey, c'mon you punched me in the face. I can say you’re a dork. Plus, I never said being a dork was a bad thing,” you reveal, arm unlocking from his as you approach a trailer that served as your bosses office. He was understanding as to what happened but had to understandingly ban Eddie from the haunted woods for the foreseeable future.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders at the news, stepping out of the trailer with you.

“It’s better than spending a night in jail,” Eddie says, digging in his pocket for his keys.

“C’mon kids, load up,” Eddie shouts before turning back towards you.

“Do you need a ride?” Eddie questions as he shoves his thumb towards his van.

You shake your head, pulling his bandana away from your nose.

“Nah I got it, I’ll see you around?” you ask, “Gotta clean this up and give it to you somehow,”

“I’m sure I’ll see you soon,” Eddie responds. He gives you a small wave before retreating to his van.

Eddie slides into the driver’s seat of the van, starting it up and peeling out of the gravel lot.

“Dude- I can’t believe you punched her,” Dustin yells over the music.

“Shut up, Dusty,” Eddie sneers.

“And your hopeless attempt at flirting with her, oh my god you were so bad dude!” Dustin laughs at Eddie, his heart breaking a little bit at his words.

Dustin was right. Eddie was hopeless when it came to women. His attempt at flirting tonight simply bleeding into embarrassing stories about himself. He was sure he blew it, no he was certain he had blown it. You can’t punch a pretty girl in the face and expect anything to go anywhere after that.

Eddie goes home that night, kicking himself mentally for how the evening went. He wishes he could be normal. He wishes his brain wouldn’t short circuit when a woman checked him out at the grocery store. He wishes he could be confident in himself. He wishes he wasn’t so fucking weird.

That’s what Eddie Munson is, he decides. A weird, dorky, nerd. He’s going to die a virgin, he’s sure of it.

He wakes the next morning with his hand throbbing. He groans when he thinks about how you feel if his hand feels the way it does. He rolls out of bed, opening and closing his hand, wincing at each contract of his skin.

He ends up running late to work, van speeding down the road as he nears the vinyl shop. He pulls in right at 10, practically jumping out of his van and speed walking towards the entrance. He unlocks the door, pushing inside and turning on the lights.

He’s busy putting on a record to play in the shop when the bell above the door begins to ring. He turns when he hears it, smiling when he sees who he’s met with.

It's you. You’re wearing a pink skirt, a cream sweater thrown over it, not how Eddie would have ever imagined you to dress.

“Y-Y/N?” Eddie stutters, record needle scratching loudly as he drops it.

“Hi, Eddie,” you walk towards the counter, in the light of the storefront he sees that your right eye has turned a bright purple.

“Shit- I’m so sorry,” Eddie rasps, wincing as you tilt your face up to reveal the bruise on your cheek.

“Had to make you feel a little more sorry for me,” you say with a small chuckle. Eddie flashes you pleading eyes, silently begging you to stop messing with him.

“Hey, it’s okay! I actually just came to bring this back,” you dig into your baby pink purse, pulling out Eddie’s now clean bandana.

“I uh, asked Dustin where I could find you,”

Eddie smiles and takes the bandana from your hand, tucking it into his back pocket.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” He sends you a salute as you back away from the counter.

“See ya around Eddie,”

The next time you show up to his work, Eddie is high. He’d taken a few dabs in his car on his lunch break. The weed really takes over when you walk in. Pretty blue skirt flowing behind you, an oversized white sweater brushing the hem of your skirt causes his heart to do tiny little flips.

“Hey Eddie,” you squeak as you approach him. The bruise around your eye is almost completely healed and the swelling in your nose has gone down tremendously. You look better and Eddie is so happy to see that.

“Hey trouble,” he rasps, a dopey smile on his face. He walks to where you’re standing, stopping once he reaches you, leaning over the counter. He smacks his gum, elbows resting on the glass as he looks down at you.

“Trouble?” you quirk an eyebrow, hand on your hip as you scowl at him playfully.

“It fits, sue me. What brings you in?” Eddie questions, rounding the counter and settling next to you. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms and legs as he looks over the expanse of the store.

“Need a birthday present for a coworker. He’s throwing a halloween party for his birthday. He’s into stuff like you. Ya know, dorky stuff, metal, the whole lot,”

“Ah, I got just the thing. Iron Maiden released a new album this past month, just got the vinyls and 8 tracks in,”

He makes his way to the ‘new arrivals’ section of the store, fingers skimming through records effortlessly.

“Aha, here it is!” he shouts, handing it to you with a bow. He feels more confident like this, high and able to flirt and exist around you.

“Milady…” he ushers you back to the counter, ringing you up. He bags your purchase, carefully handing it over the counter.

“Have a good one, trouble,” he says with a smirk on his lips. You wave a small goodbye but stop before you’re able to make it out the door. You turn on your heels marching right up to Eddie Munson.

“Will you be my date to this thing?” You’re standing right infront of him, so close you can smell weed, cigarettes and his cologne.

“A Halloween party?” Eddie questions, head ticking to the side as he ponders the idea.

“Sure thing, I’ll pick you up?” you nod and pluck a pencil out of the jar by the register, writing down your address on a scrap piece of your receipt. You hand it to Eddie, smiling widely as he takes it.

“7:00?”

“7:00, sweetheart,”

Eddie’s heart is pounding. He’s sure he’s on the verge of either keeling over or running for the hills. His high has worn off and he’s 99% sure any and all ability to be normal has left the building. His hands are shaking as he clips in his little red devil horns. He backs up from the mirror and looks at himself. Red sweater, black jeans and black boots was tonight’s ensemble. He adjusts the little horns in his hair, fluffing his bangs before walking out to the living room, hands still shaking as he collects his keys.

“I’ll be late Wayne,” He shouts to his Uncle in the Kitchen. With that, he makes his way out to his van, hopping in and lighting a cigarette to help calm his nerves.

He makes his way to your house, the ride and nicotine somewhat soothing his nerves. You see his van at the curb and bid your mom goodbye, stepping out into the cold October air. Eddie feels all the air leave his chest as he looks at you as you come down your porch stairs. You’re in that same oversized white sweater except this time it's over a white tennis skirt. Your hair is down in braids, a little halo atop your head. Eddie is pretty sure he dreamed you up, there is no way you are real he thinks to himself.

You practically skip to Eddie’s van, Eddie getting out quickly in order to open the door for you. You slide into the passenger seat, Eddie climbing into the van shortly after.

“An angel huh?” he asks nervously, causing you to blush.

“Every devil needs his angel,” you shrug. It’s Eddie’s turn to blush, his red cheeks matching the horns tucked in his mess of curls.

You make conversation as you drive. Albeit awkward conversation, but conversation nonetheless. Your friends warned you about this, how awkward it would be but honestly, you liked it. You liked how you could get under Eddie Munson’s skin. And in return, Eddie makes your heart flutter. No matter how many times your friends told you he was awkward or a nerd, you couldn’t stop thinking of the brown eyed blubbering idiot.

You pull up to where the party is, a house on the outskirts of town. You spot a bonfire in the back surrounded by people, signaling that you’re at the right place. Eddie parks his van on the grass before getting out and rounding the car to help you out.

You both trudge through the grass, making it back to the bonfire, present in hand. Eddie hangs back while you converse with your friends. You down several drinks, drinking too fast and feeling a little woozy.

You find Eddie several minutes after you down your second drink. He has a red solo cup in hand, other hand in his pocket as he sips the mixture in the cup.

“Hey Eds,” You say with a smile.

“Trouble,”

“You’re being a wallflower,” You giggle, getting up on your tiptoes to adjust one of his horns.

“I-I just don’t know anyone,” He shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of his drink. You grab his hand once he’s done, dragging him to the fire and sitting on a log next to him.

You don’t let go of him, Eddie smiling when your thumb begins to rub circles on the back of his hand.

You comfort him for a moment before turning to him and beginning conversation.

“So- you don't talk much do you?” you question as you take a sip of your drink.

Eddie shakes his head, ducking it down in embarrassment.

“Hey hey, it’s okay!” you reveal, smiling at him when he snaps his head back up.

“I can talk enough for the both of us,” you babble, “My name's Y/N but you know that, and I know your name is Eddie,” vodka hits your tongue as you sip on your drink.

“You’re a dorky metalhead and you drive a rickety old van that smells like weed so I assume you smoke?” you ask as you raise your eyebrows.

“Deal. I uh- Deal,” Your eyes widen comically at his revelation.

“You deal drugs?” you whisper-yell, a chuckle rising out of Eddie at your reaction.

“Yeah, mostly bud,”

“Can we smoke?”

He simply nods. You get up from your place on the log, hand gripping his as you pull him back towards the van.

He opens the back for you, the two of you ducking in and settling in the back. He pulls out an old lunch box, digging in it until he can find his rolling papers. You watch him skillfully roll the joint, his hands finally steady.

He brings the joint to his lips, holding it there as he flicks his lighter. The end of the joint blooms red, smoke flowing from Eddie’s mouth as he exhales. Eddie passes you the spliff, smiling widely at your doe eyed expression.

You take a long drag, your exhale being cut off by dry coughing and hacking. Your cheeks burn bright red in the commotion. Eddie finds a half-drunk bottle of water and passes it to you. You hand him back the joint and gratefully accept the water, chugging the rest of the bottle.

The rest of your smoke sesh goes off without a hitch, the two of you giggling at anything and

everything.

“You talk more when you’re high,” Eddie stops rolling the second joint of the night, looking up at you.

“It’s hard making new friends. Weed makes me relax and not be so weird.” Eddie licks the rolling paper, focusing on the task at hand.

“You’re not weird..”

“Says the girl who called me a dork the second she met me,”

“I am pretty sure I have endless passes to call you a dork, you punched me in the face and all,” Eddie sucks in his breath through his teeth, holding his hand up in defense.

“What was a pretty thing like you doing working there anyways?” he takes a drag of the joint, inhaling deeply before blowing all the smoke in your face.

“Eddie? Pretty thing? Are you flirting with me?” you reach towards him, hands meeting as you pass the spliff between you two.

“I dunno trouble, am I?” he questions, mentally giving himself a pep talk to not screw this up.

Eddie shifts in his seat, turning to face you.

“Would that bother you? If I was?” Eddie asks sweetly, doe eyes looking down at you.

You shake your head, your heart races as he shifts closer to you. You’re sure he is going to kiss you, he's so close. Until, he isn't. He pulls away.

He casts his eyes downward, nerves in his belly rising.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?”

“I-I’ve never?”

“Kissed a girl?” you finish for him, your hand holding his as he nods his head.

“Well come here then,” You peck his lips a few times, finally deepening the kiss and showing Eddie what to do. He catches on fast, the kiss quickly turning messy and desperate. You're straddling his lap when your hands slide underneath Eddie’s red sweater, a whimper escaping his lips when your cold fingers brush against his middle.

“Can assume you haven’t done this either?” His eyes are blown wide as he looks up at you, lips pink and plump, cheeks red and splotchy.

He shakes his head. You cup his jaw in your hand, drawing him in for a kiss before you pull away and whisper in his ear.

“Just follow my lead,”

Eddie shudders as your breath hits his neck. His cock is straining so painfully against his zipper and he’s pretty sure if he doesn’t get relief soon, he’ll explode.

You sit back on your haunches, stripping yourself of your sweater and skirt, leaving you only in your halo.

If Eddie wasn’t already painfully hard, the sight before him is enough to do so. Your naked body dressed only in a halo while the moonlight bleeds into his van has his mind whirling. He’s certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Because if all angels looked like this, he’d be on his knees every night.

You giggle at the way he's staring, hands going to snake back under his sweater in order to strip it from his body. You pull it over his head, curls bouncing back to place after the sweater is fully removed, horns staying in place despite the disturbance.

You start to work on his pants, unbuckling his belt and popping the button of his jeans. You kiss him softly when you dip your hand into his boxers. You giggle when he hisses, kissing his jaw when the hiss turns into a needy moan. You pump him a few times before withdrawing your hand from his boxers.

“Let’s get out of these, yeah?” Eddie nods feverishly, gangly limbs moving fast to rid himself of his jeans. You draw in a breath when he is finally naked before you. He is so pretty, his cock is so pretty. It’s thick and just the right length, curving slightly to the left, following his hip bone and resting there.

“Lay on your back,” you instruct, grabbing a random pillow from the floor and shoving it under Eddie’s head.

“Now, enjoy yourself. Touch me however you want and for the love of god, don’t hold back,”

You throw your leg over his body, straddling his middle. You get on your knees, hovering above Eddie’s cock. You take it in your hand, direct it to your weeping hole, and sink down. You raise yourself slowly before dropping yourself back down, a little “oof” getting punched from Eddie’s lungs. You pick up your pace and deduce him to a moaning, needy mess.

“F-fuck trouble, I- I’m. I can’t-” Eddie’s hands come to rest on your hips, pushing you down, forcing himself deeper inside of you. You feel him twitching inside of you, cum leaking from you and down his balls.

Eddie is bright red when you look down at him, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to say something. He’s so caught up in his mind, reminding himself of how weird and pathetic he is he almost doesn't hear you.

“That. Was so hot,” you reveal, his spent cock now softening inside you.

Eddie chuckles, pushing you up his body to release his cock, settling you beside him. He draws you in tightly, your legs intertwined, cum leaking from you and staining the blanket beneath you.

“Have I broken you?” you ask as you trace the tattoos that litter Eddie’s chest.

“Somethin’ like that,” Eddie groans, lips coming to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

The two of you sit there for a moment, breathing falling in line as you both enjoy the presence of each other.

“You never told me why you work at a haunted house,” Eddie says, finally breaking the silence

“Oh- my brother is in charge of all the “cast members ", got me the gig and pays me well. Not really up my alley but it’s better than the mall,” you shrug, leaning up on your elbows to look outside.

“There’s more people outside, do you want to go back or…” Eddie quirks his eyebrow.

“Orrr…”

“We can do that again?”

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girltigerclaw · 5 months

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breaking into ur house rn

top ten characters and bottom ten. reasons are optional

I just finished this chart thing i think i actually stole from your blog a few months ago <3 Slightly edited to my own prefs.

If anyone wants the template check the reblogs, and feel free to add you own. I'd love to see. I'm just rambling under here:

Leafpool: She is more special and sacred than the virgin mary. She has everything. Daughter of the first protagonist, ex boyfriend for me to hate, TONS of wlw situationships<3, a lifetime of tragedy, and some of the most gorgeous canon art to exist.

Crookedstar: Crookedstar is a trans woman to me. Her life is genuinely just so tragic and fucked, I love it. The erins asked: “How much truama, death and misfortune can you fit into a single cat?” and then they wrote Crookedstar’s promise.

Tawnypelt: GIRLS WHO HATE THEIR FATHERS. The erins dont love her like I do.

Tallstar: I love old men… I fucking love seeing older characters and how much they’ve changed from their younger selves. Tallstar is considered one of, if not the most peaceful leader in the clans. But also when he was like 19 he went on a quest to fucking murder a guy :3

Cloudstar: I rlly do not care abt anyone in Skyclan(I like Leafstar but she's not a fav yknow?) Cloudstar... he was based as fuck. Why did Starclan get away with this shit for real??

Scourge: It’s fucking Scourge. He’s awesome

Briarlight: I’m disabled and I love her. She has such a consistent fun, sweet personality and she makes me happy!!<3

RavenBarley: It deserves all the attention and hype it gets. Though I wish mlm ships didn’t overshadow wlw ones in this fandom, RavenBarley is genuinely well written and makes me very emotional even if the publisher didnt allow it to be explicitly canon.

CrookedBlue: TRANS WOMEN CROOKEDSTAR YURI. Two leaders having a forbidden relationship and kits is way more interesting than Oakheart. The angst of Crooked and Blue sitting next to eachother every gathering while the entire forest has their eyes on them. Don’t look for too long, don’t let the mourning slip into your voice. You have to pretend your lover is a stranger. You… have become strangers. You can never be together again. You're enemies now. This is what we wanted, isn’t it? …We’ll never be happy again.

Mothwing: Her novella delving into her relationship with Hawkfrost was so good and heartbreaking.

Heathertail: Daughter of leader, sister of a major villian, and former love interest of a protagonist! Why did she fall off the second po3 ended. She’s shown to be very compassionate and willing to put her own feelings aside for the sake of others. Would’ve honestly prefered her as a mate to Lionblaze or get a pov herself over the nothing we got.

Blackstar: *Murders an elderly woman trying to stop me from kidnapping children. Supports a dictator openly abusing/neglecting children and the elderly. Murders a man for refusing to kill mixed raced children- then tells said man’s sister that she will never be safe.* Man…. i sure do feel bad for abusing and killing all of those people…. Good thing I will face no consequences and proceed to be made leader, where I will have even more power over the wellbeing of others.

I hate. This guy.

The New Prophecy: A classic. My first series was actually tnp! i feel more attached to first arc cats tho, if you couldn't already tell by my list lmao

Johanna Map- Best Tawnypelt content out there

BlueQuince: My personal handcrafted, homemade Yuri. Bluefur feels terrible about Tiny going missing and promises Quince she’ll help her find him. They never did, but they had a very… fleeting but intimate relationship. Quince is grieving and Bluefur feels so overwhelmed by the duties in her clan. They’ve always thought of eachother since but never met again.

Tigerclaw: My name sake<3 The angst of his earlier life is so, so facinating to me. Starclan being straight fucked up and decided killing him is their only option? He was a kid and they saw him as a lost cause from the start. They never tried any other methods, never tried to steer him in the right direction or… even just take it into their own hands and kill him themself, which they have SHOWN they’re capable of.

They watched all the the horrific crimes he commited, entirely aware they were going to happen. Thats. Fucking. Horrifying. Starclan is scary as shit… and his death? FANTASTIC. I only wish he’d gotten lives from cats he killed so that him coming back to life to suffer over and over was an actual curse from Starclan and not blessings. They knew how he would die and they gave him the lives to torture him for his sins…

Flywhisker: Adhd girlies. Painfully relate to that feeling of the constant scolding for never being “good enough” because I prefer to do things a certain way or struggle to focus. So, SO happy for her when she left the clans! You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone! Hope she’s happy and warm indoors with her brother💕

(P.S. I was very suprised to find she actually had an official art piece!)

Bluestar: Get behind me women with mental disorders. I will defend you. Beautifully complex and tragic character, my favorite written in the series. Literally can't think of a single other female character in handled as seriously and with the complexity of Bluestar. (Although her super edition was a bit of an L with how others treated her, it ultimately makes her breakdown even more painful.)

Exile from Shaodwclan: Nightstar my beloved! He's such a great guy. The rightful leader of Shadowclan, always and forever.

Ravenpaw's Farewell: HE DIED IN BARLEY'S ARMS, TELLING HIM HE WILL FIND HIM, NO MATTER WHERE HE IS. FUCK.

Crookedstar art: So beautiful. I genuinely think she's one of the prettiest cats in the series. This along with her official art by Wayne Mcloughlin.

Leopardstar: As a kid I hated her and loved Blackfoot, now I hate Blackfoot and love her. #feminism. But seriously I think she has way more going for her than he ever has. Her father is a medicine cat who hates violence, the DRASTIC change in Riverclan's view of outsiders upon Crookedstar's death and her leadership. Her already having a position of power before proving she's unworthy of it. (Unlike Blackstar who gets rewarded for his racism and violence by being made leader afterwards) and the fact she has to interact with her victims on a daily basis after what she did.

The writings attempts to redeem her are really lame and dismissive of the actually damage she did, but at the very least they TRIED to do something else with her. Personally, I would have loved to see her assassinated by Mistyfoot. Just like her mother Bluestar was almost killed all those moons ago by Tigerclaw... The parallels of violence for power and violence for peace. A victim repeating the actions of the very man who killed her brother to put an end to what he started in Riverclan.... A shadow in Riverclan, if you will. (<-Pretending erin hunter has hired me to rewrite their series)

Windclan: Tunneling as a concept and inviting outsiders into their clan so friendly and casual makes the clan seems so much more diverse than the others. It always stuck out to me!

Andddd there are my current warrior cat options as of 2023! If someone actually read this whole ramble ily<3

#THANKS FOR THE ASK. sorry i wrote you a novel❤#I already wanted an excuse to just throw all my favs and thoughts into one place so i used ur ask as that lol #asks #mypost

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realmeganamram · 7 months

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NEPO BABY

Hey, guys! There’s been a lot of discussion going on lately and I just wanted to clear the air. I totally understand that people think I got my job because of my dad, but I definitely would have still been the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ even if my dad wasn’t God. Everyone says I would have been the Son of God even if I weren’t the son of God.

Just because my dad is famous, it doesn’t mean I don’t have merits of my own. I am a very good listener, and nice, and I have a bag that has seven million fish in it. I’m pretty embarrassed by D-d—I don’t even really like telling people my last name. When people find out that my last name is Of Nazareth, it just shuts down any conversation. How do they know it’s the same Of Nazareth? What if my dad was, like, Bill Of Nazareth, just, like, a guy with a truck and a snake? Not everyone in my family is famous. What about my mom? She’s a prude and a nobody! Her last name, Mary, isn’t well known at all! Her last name is Mary and her first name is Virgin.

You have no idea—it actually really sucks to have a famous parent. No one believes that I healed those lepers on my own. But now we’ll never know if I could have cured leprosy without the leg up my dad gave me, which is that I am magic and have the gorgeous hair of a horse you hope breeds with all the other horses. Sure, I got all this myrrh as a kid, but that myrrh lasts you only so long. And then you have to work for your own myrrh. And I worked for every inch of myrrh I ever got. Every cubic centimetre of myrrh. Every cup of it. What is myrrh?

I toiled really hard to get where I am. I went to four years of carpenter school. And, no, I don’t have student loans, because, yes, my dad invented wood, but it was still hard. I have hammered my thumbs so many times. One time, I even drove a nail all the way through my hand. It hurt so bad, and I was, like, I hope that never happens again, but then it did! I totally acknowledge my privilege, but let’s not act like other people don’t have privilege, too. I can turn water into wine, but my buddy Eric can turn water into piss. Why aren’t people obsessed with Eric’s dad?

I started from the bottom—I was born and immediately put in a manger. You’d imagine that soft hay would be in there, but no. Do you know what was in there? Four scorpions. Worse than a normal bed. I don’t even technically have my own birthday! I share it with Santa, which is antisemitic.

I’m a really good sport about things. Every time I walk into a Catholic church, there’s a good chance I’ll see myself on the Cross, being crucified. Obsessed with me much? And everyone is obsessed with drinking my blood and eating my body. It makes me feel faint. We have to talk about something else before I fall off this horse. And, before you comment about my having a fancy horse, just know that a lot of people’s dads make them horses for their sixteenth birthday.

I don’t want anyone to feel too sorry for me, but the nepo-baby thing makes me really insecure. People are just so ready to tear you down and say, “You don’t even deserve to have a really popular book about you.” I struggled with impostor syndrome for so long, but then I was able to cure it, because I can cure any disease, because I am magic, because of my dad.

All I can hope for is that, by keeping my head down and just doing the work, my legacy will finally be separate from D-d’s. At the end of my career as the Lamb of God, no one is going to think about my dad. They’ll just be, like, That’s some guy who is a really hard worker and always has, like, a hundred loaves of bread with him for some reason.

Ultimately, it boils down to talent. And I will rest easy knowing that the haters are just jealous. But I will love them anyway. Because I am the most humble person of all time.

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esther-dot · 4 months

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Hi I'm the one who send that one link to the Arya and Lyanna post

Wow you guys weren't kidding when you said those people are obsessed with Arya and her being pretty or whatever. I was interested in the post but then it just devolves into random rambling about Arya and how she looks as pretty as Lyanna and- I'm sorry but how is any of that important and why are they so pressed about it?

Also- accusing people of reducing Lyanna to a sex slave to Rhaegar??? When did that happen? Or are they pressed because people rightfully bring up how the R/L shit isn't romantic? Thats not 'reducing' Lyanna, thats calling the horrible thing that happened to her what is it. Twisting it into a star crossed lovers story or romanticizing it is even WORSE and just makes her into someone who's apparently so in love with Rhaegar she's willing to RUN AWAY WITHOUT TELLING HER FAMILY to be with him. Thats not any better and just reduce her to her relationship with that albino prince. HE'S not the most important aspect of Lyanna's character, her relationship with her FAMILY is.

I don't delve into ASOIAF tags much but good grief, no wonder you block a lot lmao. That one post was enough for me. That faction of the fandom seems unhinged and not in a fun way

(continuation of this convo)

Going into the tags is only fun if you’ve preemptively blocked a shit ton of people. 😂

Arya fans tend to be very aggressive, and I often don’t think their rage makes much sense. Arya was incredibly popular on the show, but they used to make these angry posts about how everyone ignored her which made no sense to me until I realized, they meant because no one but their circle believes she will a) have a romance with Jon, b) become QitN. People write about the themes in her story, there’s lots of spec now about her endgame, none of it is enough. It’s the same way everyone acknowledges her and Sansa’s fraught relationship, but they claim it’s ignored because unless you say Sansa was a bully, you’re doing it wrong.

I don’t know anything about that particular blogger, but a lot of Jonry@s believe Lyanna went willingly with Rhaegar and ship them. This one sounded different to me, like they did want to emphasize her family instead, but minimizing what she went through during the last year of her life isn’t how that’s done.

Although, my heterodox belief is that I’m now pretty convinced that Lyanna went with Rhaegar willingly. I had a series of asks about Targ stuff popping up in Sansa chapters which changed my mind about how R/L unfolded. I think Martin gave us parts of Lyanna’s story in Sansa’s:

(link)

Sansa’s “betrayal” of her family (which I don’t actually consider one but you know) isn’t a necessary part of Ned dying (he had already gone to Cersei), but it would allow for a point of connection between her and Lyanna. Sansa wanted her prince (a Baratheon) so she defied her father, Lyanna didn’t want her Baratheon so ran with her prince, defying her father. There are lots of parallels and even direct comparisons between Sansa and Lyannna, so I think it’s likely to lay the groundwork for later revelations about R+L=J.

Also, Lyanna is a play on the Virgin Mary and Rhaegar has some similarities to the Biblical King David (the jealous, crazy guy he’s meant to replace, the harp playing, stealing another man’s “wife,” the “savior” coming from his bloodline etc), so even though Martin has given him an ulterior motivation with Lyanna (he did take advantage, he isn’t being whitewashed), I’m thinking there are more interesting ideas in there than strictly infatuated prince or sadistic, rapist, bastard. That idea, well, I just don’t think Martin’s been spinning out his R/L story this long for the conclusion to be that Robert Baratheon was right all along. I don’t think Dany’s view of Rhaegar is correct either, imo, it’s a mixture.

It’s still a pretty disturbing story, almost like a horror version of the archetypal virgin mother? What can you do when an all-powerful being decides you’re his incubator? It’s def still a possibility Martin takes that to the darkest possible place, but my expectation of getting Jonsa makes me think Lyanna’s reaction to/potential feelings for Rhaegar shouldn’t be brushed aside. Sansa is charmed by Joffrey’s singing, we know Lyanna wept over Rhaegar’s. Jon is hit pretty hard by Ygritte’s singing as well, so that’s a specific thing Martin likes to use as part of romantic relationships. The bigger idea behind Rhaegar may be what a prophecy / the belief of being the chosen one and then the belief you must create the chosen one…an examination of what you can do to achieve that end, the wrong you can justify in its pursuit. Even so, I’m pretty sure there will be more nuance than either “side” of the convo likes to offer because Martin writes that into most of his villains, and I’m sure he intended to with Rhaegar as well.

I personally hate Rhaegar, I’ll never forgive him for what happened to Rhaenys which is just, the most brutal of lines to me,

It was Ser Amory who brought me the girl's body, if you must know. He found her hiding under her father's bed, as if she believed Rhaegar could still protect her

and he really annoys me because he had power to do something about his dad and the fate of Westeros and just, fucked everything up in the most egregious, offensive, public way he could? All the same, how I feel is a distinct thing from what Martin intended. 🤷🏻‍♀️

#dot chat

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dcbnam-aep · 2 years

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Grishaverse as things my friends have said

*loud crashes and bangs* that was nothing- Jesper

you like that smell? it’s called victory- Kaz

Amen more like ahhhh men and ahhhh women- Nina

My family’s pretty sick but just like in the head- Darkling

I SHOULD’VE TRUSTED GOOGLE- Jesper

(offended) I know what kind of tree I am- Matthias

I wonder if my sneeze would be low pitched. Achooo- Wylan

Maybe you’re a hologram *Wacks Kaz* Nope you’re not a hologram- Jesper

*sad* You have another fluffy cow dealer?- Alina to Genya

It makes you a less organised sack of blood- Kaz (discussing ebola)

One of my sims has a crush on me and that would be cheating on my 2 wives, girlfriend and boyfriend- Nina

I can lose my innocence but I can not lose my virginity- Alina

I thought it was contemporary and then this bitch started talking about werewolves- Darkling

I’m too blind for murder wink- Kaz

Are you high on sleep deprivation?- Zoya (to Nikolai)

What are they talking about? Probably straight things- Nina & Jesper

Being competitive. AKA being a sore loser- Nikolai

I’m allowed to have a knife in my bag, I’m an art student - Wylan

I’m going to call it just a board instead of a whiteboard because we’re not racist here - Jesper

It doesn’t matter if I’m lesbian, I’m a catch - Genya

Gandalf, I am your father- Wylan

There’s always room in a lady’s stomach - Zoya

*talking about children* how do you contain your desire to just clock them (with actions) - Kaz

If I get shat on by a seagull I’m suing the city of Sydney - Nina

Friends?? Pfft no; more like free labour - Kaz

*whispers quietly* big words.... - Mal

I have the vocal range of a prawn - Zoya

Inej: Violence is never an answer

Kaz: Violence is always a considered answer but barely ever the chosen answer

happy valentines day you lonely lonely lonely single bastard- Zoya (to Nikolai)

Nina is too scared to watch horror movies but she is doing it for the gays - Inej

I’m not judgy, I’m just angry - Kaz

I just spent a long time projecting gay energy on purpose - Nina

You think I’m a murderer and cool; I love this game - Wylan

I have been stuck in this same kangaroo land for 15 years!!! - Jesper

*aggressively types* - Baghra

I’m getting blessed tonight, RIP that sinning ayyyyyyy - Nina

I walked into school and they told me i was moldy and am going to hell cause i am a ‘bad fruit of the spirit”... i was in year 1 - Nikolai

I don’t have enough hands to throw hands - Adrik

Bibbity bobbity bitch - Zoya

There was this guy who had a crocodile permit and he had a crocodile and then he got busted for drugs or something - Wylan

What’s sexy about writing, well Ernest Hemingway… - Mr Fahey

Nina: fuck Jesus

Matthias: no don’t fuck Jesus

Nina: ah yes fuck Mary

Inej: no don’t fuck Mary that defeats the entire point of Christianity

Nina: fuck virginity

*quietly* who has a knife kink? (it’s Kaz, obviously)- Jesper

Find another rebound red head - Alina

Somehow I end up adopting all the isolated gays - Kaz

You’re pretty to look at but I don’t want your penis inside of me - Nina

There are always endless options… in this world… like- u could be a dinosaur if u wanted. just kidding I wish u could- Alina

18 is a great age to fuck some French men………or women - Nina

Not even Sesame Street level of literacy here - Wylan’s dad

I was going to assume thats just pirate-core - Nikolai

I would be concerned if a lesbian on birth control got pregnant - Genya

It’s a great day to like women - Nina

We have to keep the babies room temperature- Inej

Mal: I don’t take insults from a potatoe

Nikolai: You spelt potato wrong

You’re like a Kmart model but not top of the range- Zoya

Sorry mum, I am too punk rock to pick up the groceries- Wylan

You have 24 carrot gold leg hair- Zoya to Genya

Cannibalism? Only if it is kosher.- Nikolai

I have so much banana I’m gonna be high on potassium bitches- Jesper

Kaz, you sleep deprived bean, go and sleep- Inej

I would google it but it’ll probably just tell me I have arm pit cancer- Genya

I have a very important question… about mens nipples - Jesper

*reads out bit of really quite gay writing* aNyWaY FrIeNdShIp vIbEs - Nina

Can we not talk about Smurf reproduction please - Matthias

She looks like she’s had a boob job. And trust me, I know, I like boobs- Nina

Jesper *yelling*: NINA SHES GOING ON A DATE

Inej: Jesper be quiet!!

Jesper *whisper shouting*: NiNa sHeS gOiNg On A dAtE

I need the warmth of your supple calf - Nina

Jesper: You know who’s hot… Scar from the lion king

Kaz: He’s a lion?!??

Wylan: A hOt lion..

*Alina stomping down the hall tired and lowkey grumpy, not wearing her glasses* Genya why do u look weird? Wait- glasses. *stomps back up hall*

Inej: Kaz r u taking Latin??

Jesper: I speak pig Latin

If your fingers are feeling kinda slimy, just wash them……its just…… dissolving your fingers (calm as ever) - Wylan

I used to be a VIG. Do u know what that means? A Very Important Greek (Grisha).- Zoya

Im not a whore, im tastefully slutty - Genya

*spends 5 minutes fannina-ing over a guy named Herby*- Nina

Do you really want to be worth the most though? Cause if youre worthless they wont sell you- Kaz

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #nina zenik #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #alina starvok #matthias helvar #genya safin #nikolai lantsov #zoya nazyalensky #incorrect quote #incorrect shadow and bone #incorrect six of crows

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demolitonlcvers · 1 year

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i saw a theory on tiktok that alecto, harrow, and gideon are going to be the equivalents of the greek erinyes and will exact vengeance on john that way (they talked about the tower in the river and compared it to the tower at the gate of tartarus that the erinye tisiphone guards) and i thought it was interesting but i only agree with it like 75%. i do think alecto being named for a greek fury and kiriona being one of the “tower princes” are both important (i’m not sure how harrow fits into it but she has to) but i have 2 things to add onto the theory. the first is that tamsyn muir never really follows any myths/biblical stories word for word in these books— they might start out the same but eventually get twisted beyond recognition if that makes any sense at all. my favorite example of this is wake being the series’ version of the virgin mary, but rather than being the perfect, free of sin woman chosen to carry god’s child, she a) doesn’t want to and b) is only having his kid in order to use that kid to kill him. so if tamsyn does have gideon, harrow, and alecto represent the three erinyes, i doubt they’ll have exactly the same purpose as the erinyes of greek mythology.

the other thing that i want to add is that one of the really major themes of the series is the idea that violent revenge helps no one and is not fulfilling. kiriona killing crux at the end of nona the ninth is what really set this in stone for me— she says immediately afterwards that it didn’t feel good. and john’s whole thing is revenge that has gone so far as to not even be revenge anymore, just senseless violence. what started out as a genuinely well-intentioned mission to save the planet and the people living on it turned into him destroying the planet, stuffing her soul into a human body, killing everyone, and spending the next ten thousand years on an endless war against the descendants of the billionaires who left him and the rest of earth to die. john’s entire character, in my opinion, is tamsyn trying to tell us what happens when someone lets revenge become the only thing they care about. i think the fact that kiriona doesn’t feel good killing crux means she’s going to break the cycle and not follow in her dad’s footsteps, which means she probably isn’t going to exact violent revenge on her father, however satisfying that might be for the reader. i’m not really sure what’s going to happen instead, and knowing tamsyn muir it’s probably going to be batshit insane and no one will be able to predict it, but i really don’t think alecto the ninth will be about revenge— i think it’s going to be about breaking the cycle of violence. i do really hope john dies though

#idk how coherent this is i’m tired #tlt meta #the locked tomb #alecto the ninth #alecto theories #gideon the ninth #nona the ninth #john gaius #kiriona gaia

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messervixen · 9 months

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The Marauders and people as things my Friends and I have said Part 2

Marlene (to James): You can tell all your other guy friends that a bunch of gay girls were putting flowers in your hair.

Alice: Give yourself a beard. Be normal.

Remus: Get in the chair.

Sirius: Cucumbers so sexy.

Pandora: Oh no, my fishbowl!

Alice: And Jesus would say “oh my god”.

Regulus: I’m not gonna let that happen because you’re not that amazing.

Barty: You’re the mentally insane version of your grandma.

Regulus: I am emotionally attached to this ruler.

Barty: I’m bored, let’s fry my goldfish.

Sirius: Don’t say the fuck word.

Mary: If I were a kidnapper, I would totally pick you.

Peter: I need my gummy bears so I can kill people.

Pandora: These poles are actually really good for pole dancing.

Sirius: This guy looks like he would hang out in a dumpster with me.

Marlene: That name is perfect for a gay bottom.

Barty: Broski was originated from the Russian president Taylor Swift.

Sirius: So I’m not like the pope…, I’m god.

James: Please stand up and hit the griddy for demonstration.

Sirius: I am a professional look good-er.

Marlene: Weird question, are you gay?

Regulus: The only animal I have in my house is my brother.

Pandora: Friends are like flowers. If you eat them, they die.

Remus: I want to get run over.

Marlene: He just wiggled like a gay man.

James: It’s not burnt, it’s just ripe.

Regulus: Go die.

Evan: Kids in the backseat cause accidents and accidents in the backseat cause kids.

Lily: Don’t body shame the thick bread.

Sirius: I’m not a British gay, I’m an American straight.

Marlene: Get gayed.

Sirius: My mom just made a very PG-13 word sequence.

Marlene: If you eat your child is that cannibalism or incest?

Lily: I’d be hot as a flower.

Evan: I’m technically not a virgin. In Hawaii a wave shot up my ass.

Regulus: Mommy I want a penis, why is it not growing?

Mary: Your butt is being used for the greater good.

Marlene: Do you think demons suck on toes?

Barty: Regulus is my sugar daddy.

James and Regulus in CR: I would have four kids with that man.

Sirius (About Remus): I would literally let him fuck me with a knife handle.

Dorcas: If there were no babies made then there’s nothing to feel guilty about.

Peter: Did you just call your own dad hot?

Sirius: My friends want me, mother.

Marlene: You can tell he’s gay by the way he looks out that window.

James: Nothing gets kinkier than a knife.

Regulus: Apparently I’m running from the trauma of my past.

Sirius: What you did to me on that table is going to leave some bruises.

Frank: Okay we are not raping a dead body.

Barty: I’ll take it as payment.

Peter: Do you have a knee caressing fetish?

Regulus in CR: Oh my god he has a sexy axe.

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tuiyla · 1 year

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I’m not sure if you’ve written about it before, but what do you think Kitty’s back story is. Is it all defensive because of the sexual assault? Or what are your views on her past?

Alright so, sorry I've been as late answering this as other asks because I actually got really excited to answer and then, you know, life. So much "life" that, not exaggerating, I started working on a grand Kitty essay that goes into excruciating detail about what her backstory must have been like and what her arc represents. Sadly god only knows when if ever that gets finished so my answer to you is essentially a tl;dr (or too long didn't write) version of it. Some discussions of sexual assault and its effects.

Though it's not referenced in any other episodes, I take what she says to Ryder seriously. Every sentence Kitty says is hugely revealing about her character. I've written about the scene itself here, though answering a different type of question. Basically, I think a lot is explained about Kitty not only because of the assault she reveals but also its aftermath. It's key that people didn't believe her, ridiculed her, ostracized her. Not that Kitty isn't a hugely problematic character, particularly in season 4, but it makes sense that she'd work so hard never to feel like that again. In early season 5, she even acknowledges that she's a habitual liar and I firmly believe that comes from others labelling her a liar and her retreating, maybe even doubling down on that. Kitty's defense is being unknowable by being this duplicitous bitch who lies to Marley's face and takes so, so long to reveal her true vulnerability.

There's an excellent deleted scene that I've also written about and one that I think further explains much about her. About her self-worth and how it's been tied to her looks but also about how she does want to belong, she just doesn't quite know how. I also think that is yet another effect of how she was previously treated after coming forward about her assault. Kitty has difficulty trusting that groups will accept her now and she cares about the Glee club much sooner and much more than she'd admit because she found what she was looking for there. This is further highlighted in season 6 when she admits how hurt she was by the club's end and everyone's abandonment.

I consider the main themes of Kitty's story to be self-worth issues tied to beauty and sexuality, trust issues but also a deep need to belong to a group that will accept her. Some of this is touched on in the canon-for-me Previously Unaired Christmas where she lets it slip that she doesn't feel worthy of playing the Virgin Mary - "more like Mary Magdalene". And going back to the Lights Out scene, she tells Ryder that she talks a big game with guys but actually backs out when it comes to intimacy. Who knows what went down with Puck, yuck, but this also checks out.

That is way less coherent than I would have liked it to be but I don't want to put off replying. Long story short, I do think she's defensive because of her past, if in subtle ways that all make sense as pieces of a larger puzzle. I think the assault itself traumatized her, of course, but it was really how her environment handled the truth when she confessed that left an arguably even greater scar. In my view of Kitty, not being believed then was a crucial and heartbreaking milestone for her character. Maybe she would have had issues with her self-worth regardless, as the deleted scene hints at, but because of the assault her views on intimacy got jangled up. And because of the aftermath, she started choosing lies and masks as a defense. To be clear, none of this excuses what she did to Marley and I think that instance was largely independent from this, just Kitty being a stupid kid blind to the consequences. But in general, her behaviour checks out to have been heavily influenced by the single event and what it resulted in in terms of her relationships with her peers.

#lot less cohesive than i wanted it to be #so please talk to me about kitty maybe next time i'll get it more right #idk if this makes sense rip #anon #kitty asks #glee asks #i have been waiting SO long to write about this

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wench-and-jezebel · 1 year

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Dark Angel Reaction: Pollo Loco

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

The pre-episode conversation:

Wench: Here it is. You ready? ARE YOU READY???

Jezebel: YUSSSSS

Wench: I CAN'T HEAR YOU: ARE YOU READY??!?!?!

Jezebel: YUSSSSSSSSSSS

Wench: Okay. OKAY. Here. We. Go.

Jezebel: AHHHHHHHHHH! READYYYY????

Wench: YESSS

Jezebel: 3! 2! 3! 4! 5!

Wench: alsdkfjladskjf Gooooo

Jezebel: 4! 3! 2! 1! GOOOOO

– – –

GOD DAMN NOW A LIVE CHICKEN… Ma’am!

Foreshadowing

I FEEL YA OC

I FEEEL YAAAA OC! ☠️☠️

It’s Ben [Ben ded] Oh? [That's what they just said; they found a dead body with a barcode, and it's Ben] Well now I’m confused

Bby Ben [He was a storyteller :(] 😭😭😭

Wot? [Was this about the Nomlies?] I think yeah lol [Nomlies are, essentially, Manticore rejects. Flawed genetics, personalities, etc, to the point that they've been moved to the basement for reprogramming or permanent retirement]

…. Wait. Wait. 🤔🤔🤔🤔 WAIT. Isn’t that how she… Is this 🤔🤔🤔 [SPEAK] Is this the future and the episode is leading up to the death? [*whistles*]

[Nope. I just lied to you] You. My friend. Are a *redacted OFMD!Izzy cursing*

[Ma'am didn't say the nickname :(] LINTLICKERRR [There we go] 🙂

OOOOHHHH AHHHHH [This is a thing now :)] LIKE FUCKING NAILLSSSSS ON A CHALKBOARD

Bruh [Ma'am didn't even wait for a response] WHY NOT TELL HIM [Max is being Max again, what can I say] *sigh*

[I'm actually starting to recognize the kids this go-round]

Holy hell deep voice

[I don't know if that kid's dealing with the tryptophan thing btw]

When he said the blue lady was he referring to the Virgin Mary? [Yup. Ben storytelling again]

ACKLESSSSS HAS ARRIVEDDDD [He has indeed]

BUDDY WHATCHA DOING 👀👀👀 [Being homicidal. As one does.]

👀👀👀

Well damn

[Okay, look. I know we know that she was lying. But to be fair. It's kinda ridiculous that they act like the kids would all be recognizable. It's been. 11. Years.] Yeah that’s fair… But I mean I think I look like me from 11 years ago ☠️ [You didn't go through puberty in that time tho. I think they were like. 9]

["Closest thing to a brother" Bitch, ZACH IS SUPPOSED TO FILL THAT SPOT] Excuse you Zach doesn’t need to be filling no spots 👀😮‍💨🤢 [MA'AM WATCH THE SHOW]

‘Cause I’m an angsty bitchhhhhhh *sigh*

[Church] Time to repent. Then kill the priest. Then repent again. ["There's things, there's…people… feelings that I want to experience differently than I have before"] 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Awww man… Teef. That’s brutal. Blech [“Summer teef. Sum 're teef, sum 'ren't”] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

☠️☠️☠️☠️ Noooo

Priest is like… ma’am you gud [No, she ain't]

I had stuff to say but Ackles has reappeared instead (like an Angel)

Oooh jumpscare

The smileee

The smile is gone 🙁

Uhhh no… I don’t

Speed run ["Blurring," in the in-universe speak]

☠️☠️☠️ I swear he comes in so randomly WITH GROCERIES like

– – –

Wench: What were you saying when Ackles showed up? alskdjf

Jezebel: 😮‍💨😮‍💨 It was a joke and I don’t fully remember it enough to retype ☠️ Ackles just rewired my brain and it erased. Irrelevant. Non existent.

Wench: :))) Fair

Jezebel: But noooo the smile at Max 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I- I swoo— I’m married sir how dare you

Wench: Nooo

Jezebel: I- I have forgotten how to midpoint! All I wanna do is fangirl rn ☠️ and he’s only been in two scenes

Wench: I almost spilled my cereal at that one alksdjflaksdjf But I understand completely

Jezebel: Will be a better endpoint

Wench: Aight… on we go?

Jezebel: YESSSS

– – –

The priest is gonna get ded

“Faith in the lady” That’s… ok 🤣🤣🤣

Priest is like… shit. Time to find another line of work

[The eagerness with which he seized on the soldier explanation 😭] 😭😭😭

“The lady” I’m dying

Oh noooo

I fucking jumped

["I'm not a liar"... murder = okay, lying = not. This says something]

Ok I see what he’s doing I think

I’d be ded. “Slide the wot IN WHERE!?! Pretty boy help!”

“Click”? Oh, or maybe it was loaded after all

Poor priest

A lot, lady. A lot

[Poor Ben having a crisis of faith :(] 💔💔💔 Damn. It be like that kid

Oooop [He invaded her perch] He gonna start talking in circles now [He already did... Devour-coded] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[THIS IS THE "SHE"! (The one I said to be concerned about)] Ohhhh… That wants the kids killed? [Yup]

[X5-493 = Ben, btw] 494 Alec? [Yup. And X5-452 = Max, iirc]

Ohhhhh military Karen [She calls him Deck] Milataren… Lintlicker and Militaren.

[Oop- Ben is back. Important scene!]

Bruh he looked back like oh shit [She annoys me here too btw. Like. bro, your brother is clearly losing himself. And you're more interested in being bitchy about it than being caring. “Bet he’d love to figure out what the hell went wrong with you.” Whyyyy did that need to be said?]

Lintlicker is like a fucking dog fighter with his little gaggle of pit bulls

Oh shit, crazy kids [Azazel-coded] Ooooof, trueee [I heard it in his voice alksdj]

[he wears fine blood well] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ [Sorry, kinda had to]

Logan whatchu doin [He sneak]

Lintlicker whatchu doin [He protecc his kid]

Oooop- Logan you been had

["You think because she's so pretty, she isn't as dangerous?" Bruh, there was a whole unit designed to use attraction as a weapon asldkfj *cough cough* Alec] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[I'd be concerned about Ben too, tbh]

Ooooop [“Do you hate yourself that much?” Yes He does. Have you not been watching?]

[This woman sees her brother losing himself and is like. Aight. I got this. Let me make it worse!] ☠️☠️☠️

AHHHH

NOOOOO

THE SAD

OMG HIS HEIGHTTT. It’s visible here

YOU COULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT THE WHOLE TIME??? [Her physical acting there was so weird]

Ooooop

Oh. The forest. THE forest. Ack. ACKKKK. [:)]

[This man playing the actual original comic book villain: "It seems his faith wasn't strong enough."] RIGHT

OH CRAZY SMILE

BRUH

HOLY SHIT

Oh. Oh that’s broken. Ack

OH SHIT

ACK

AAAAAAACK ["Ben, I can't carry you; we'll both get caught" Bitch, tell that to your pilot-episode self]

ACKKKKKKK

HIS VOICE [I KNOW]

ACHKKS

Nooooooo

Why couldn’t you just do it

Why

We don’t need a story

Ack

Ooooof

Ack [Coherency has gone bye-bye]

Welp… Ack

Mood, Max

I’m

Ack

Also tho. The thing back then isn’t entirely fair they were kids

The priest is gonna be like…. Nope

[Priest survived, but he also has a weirdo barcode tattooed on his neck, and that's gonna make his life hella tricky in s2] Ohhhh, he comes back? [Nope. They forget about it. But everyone learns about the Manticore barcodes. And that's the main way of IDing transgenics. So like… Buddy boutta get slammed.] ☠️☠️☠️☠️ Fair

– – –

Jezebel: So, like, endpoint…. What even is an endpoint?

Wench: "Ack,” perhaps?

Jezebel: What even is life? I’m not ok

Wench: I broke you alskdjf

Jezebel: … Ack. Which is like ack…les. So even more ack. I hope you and the minions are satisfied. Evil. Evillllll! ACKKKK!!!!! I AINT EVEN GET ANY JAM PONY TO MAKE IT BETTER

Wench: Okay, but s2 is better! Alec is only three episodes away!

Jezebel: I got two seconds of OC- THAT’S A WHOLE THREE HOURS AWAY! 😭 180 minutes

Wench: Do you see what I mean about it being the best episode of season 1 though?

Jezebel: Yes! It very much so was!

Wench: HAH!

Jezebel: Also noooooo the titleeee makessss sense nowwwwww!!! Ackkkkkkkkk What am I doing with this pain???? It’s like a reverse gift

Wench: You just kinda acked your way through the emotional scenes; I sent the script so you can compose your thoughts :)

Jezebel: Ohhhh. Well… That was a lot of 😦 Like, I get him going crazy. Also, I think I missed a part of Logan saying he had been doing this for a while (How long is the part I missed)

Wench: I don't think they said how long it was. But, regardless, Lydecker's been covering for Ben. Shutting down the investigations and all.

Jezebel: And, about that… On one hand I could go the anti Lintlicker route and say he’s only covering his ass because the woman wants to put them down and he doesn’t want to. And it’s nothing about him caring about them or anything. But I could also go the pro Lydecker route and say he was trying to cover it up to get to him so they could in his eyes fix the problem and he would have another “kid” home.

Wench: I think it's probably a mix of both, tbh. He does care about them, but, like we've discussed, in a twisted kinda way? So it might have been a "bring him home if we can" kinda thing. And… thoughts on Max?

Jezebel: She was meh at best this episode but the end, with the story, I really felt for her.

Wench: Yeah, I get that. I don't fully agree --- I think her handling of the Ben situation was pretty atrocious, tbh, even if it did end up working for a bit --- but otherwise... yeah, not bad. And the end was kinda hard to fully hold against her. (Also, talk about a picturesque death scene alsdkfj)

Jezebel: Right?! Like, oh, let’s have this lovely scenery, and plop a dead kid in his sister’s arms… oh, and sister is the murderer… Like… Wot? Ack

Wench: Also, the childishness of the way he was speaking tho 😭

Jezebel: I KNOWWW 😭😭😭😭 Budddyyyyy

Wench: Honestly, the character as a whole has that quality. He's so... beseeching. Legitimately, all he wants is someone to understand 😭 He tries to get that with the priest in the confessional --- "I'm a soldier"--- and with Max at the tower --- "Don’t tell me you don’t wake up with the sound of your heart pounding in your ears." --- and then again with Max at the end. Even the goading-Max-into-hitting-him bit. He wanted her to understand the violence and she didn't even give him that 😭

Jezebel: 🥺🥺🥺 I just 😭😭😭😭 He’s such a good actorrrrr 😭😭😭

Wench: Agreed... *sigh* But there ya go! Ben episode!

Jezebel: *sigh* indeed!

Wench: Final thoughts?

Jezebel: … ACK

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e17 #pollo loco #max guevara #logan cale #ben #jensen ackles #jezebel (pr)

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Black Flame Candle-Max Dennison-Chapter 3

Summary: Max Dennison is the new kid in Salem, Massachusetts. On Halloween, his life takes a dramatic turn when his parents force him to take his little sister, Dani, trick-or-treating. He, his crush, Casey Blackstone, and his sister are in for a ride when Max lights the Black Flame Candle.

Series Warnings: Slight Language, Fluff, Flirting, Angst, Supernatural, Paranormal, Canon Deaths. This series is a little more adult than the Disney movie.

Words: 4,449

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A/N: Here is the other chapter I promised!! We have 2 more chapters after this one then it will be complete! I hope you guys are enjoying this! Comments give us more reason to update:] Divider was created by firefly-graphics!

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Third Person POV

Suddenly, fake flames from the chandeliers above them pop loudly and almost catch fire, terrifying Dani as she screams with each pop of electricity. As if someone opened the windows, air blows through their room, whipping their hair around. Max looks around the room and starts making his way to the front where the two girls were waiting.

Just as he makes it to the ‘Spell book’ display case, the floorboards under their feet begin to jump and raddle as a green light shines from below. Each of them move their legs, trying to get away from the bouncing boards but they are unsuccessful. Not noticing her hat fell off, Dani starts screaming as she grabs at Cas’ arm, not wanting to fall to their asses.

“Max!” The older female calls out, gripping Dani’s hand, watching her friend almost drop down to his behind.

“I’m okay!” He calls out, grabbing onto the display case.

As if a switch was flipped, the floor quickly settles and the wind stops, allowing the trio to take a breather.

“What happened?” Max asks, panting slightly as he looks at his crush.

“A virgin…” Dani says, sighing softly, putting on her hat. “Lit the candle.”

A loud pop scares them as the old candles in the house light themselves, one by one. They watch, shocked as a small ball of fire jumps from candle to candle before the wood below the cauldron, as well as the fireplace across the room, catches fire, causing them to jump back with a gasp. Max and Cas look up at one another as a loud maniac laugh pierces the sky.

The wooden door flies open causing the two females to immediately hide due to the door being closer to them; Cas behind a wall near the door while Dani hides behind the counter that the lighters are on. Seeing the three women outside the door, Max drops to the floor, hiding under the display case with the spell book.

The three women walk into the house, large grins on their faces as they see their old home. The red-headed witch is Winifred, the owner of the spell book. She is the leader of the sisters and dresses in shades of green. Beside her, in the middle, is the blonde sister named Sarah, who you can tell just by looking at her, she seems a little ditzy.

She’s wearing purple and appears to be the youngest sister. The final sister is at the end. She’s Mary and is a little on the plump side. She has black hair and dresses in red. They clap and cheer slightly as the eldest sister speaks.

“We’re home!” She looks around, still smiling. “Oh, sweet revenge. Do you see, sisters, my curse worked perfectly!”

“Oh, that’s because thou are perfect, Winnie.” Mary says, sucking up to her sister as they walk to the large cooking pot, laughing. “Oh, I knew I left this cauldron on, didn’t I tell you? Oh, I knew it.”

Sarah stays at the door as something pops into her head. She reaches up and digs around a crease in the loft floor. She pulls something down and squeals to herself.

“My lucky rat tail!!” She holds it close, causing the two modern girls to glance at her with disgust as they hide. “Right where I left it!”

Winifred raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms as she walks away from the cauldron.

“But who lit the Black Flame Candle?” She asks but pauses in her steps as the display case comes into her view. Adoration immediately covers her face as she walks over and uses her long nails to tap the glass containing her book. “Wake up! Wake up, sleepy head. Oh, I’ve missed you. Did you miss me too? Come on, now. We’ve got work to do.”

As she speaks, a small circle opens up, revealing an eyeball. It looks around slightly before looking up at her and she sighs happily, glad she was reunited with her precious book.

“Winnie.” Mary whispers, stepping up behind her older sister.

“Yes?” She asks, tilting her head toward her.

“I…smell…children.”

The trio's eyes immediately widened at her words. Dani hides her face in her knees, hoping that they weren’t speaking about her. Max’s head snaps up from under the display case, ready to do something. Cas conceals herself behind the wall, glancing up to see her cat nearby.

“Sic ‘em.” Winnie growls slightly and begins to follow her sister.

“It’s a little girl.” Mary says, walking around the cauldron as she sniffs the air. “Seven, maybe eight…and a half.”

“Oh! Let’s play with her!” Sarah says, joining her sisters, excitedly.

She starts singing a song she used to use to lure the children from their homes. As Mary walks back toward the door, she sniffs the counter the youngest Dennison is currently hiding under. She gestures to the other side, still sniffing the air. Winnie immediately covers Sarah’s mouth, stopping her song.

“Come out, my dear.” She says, changing her voice to sound more friendly. “We will not harm thee.”

“We love children!” Mary says, slamming her hand down on the glass causing Dani to scream and jump up.

The three sisters gasp at her appearance, realizing she looks almost like them due to her witch costume.

“I thought thou’d never come, sisters.” Dani says, trying to sound as if she was a witch herself.

“Greetings, little one.” Winnie says, grinning at her.

“‘Twas I who brought you back.” The younger Dennison says, keeping the charade.

Winnie grins and puts her elbow on the glass counter as she rests her chin on her hand.

“Imagine…Such a pretty little…” She starts but has trouble with the last word but forces it out with a grin. “Child.”

Mary walks around the counter to get a good look at the modern child.

“And she’s so well fed, isn’t she?” She giggles as she pokes Dani’s side causing her to scream out in fright. “Plump! Shish-k-baby!”

She continues to poke her, forcing the young girl to continue to scream and back up.

“Tell me, dumpling.” Winnie says, taking Dani’s hand and wrapping it around her own as she pulls her across the house. “What is the year?”

“1993…” She answers hesitantly.

“Sisters!” She says, pushing the young girl into the wooden chair nearby. “We have been gone 300 years.”

“Well, Winnie, how time flies…” Mary starts, but Sarah jumps in with a squeal.

“When you’re dead!”

The three witches start cackling with Dani joining them but her laugh is louder and very fake. After a few minutes, the witches stop and stare down at her with their own smirks littering their faces. Dani realizes they aren’t laughing anymore and slowly stops before swallowing her spit that accumulated in her mouth.

“It’s been great fun…but I guess I better be going.” She says as she starts to stand up.

“Oh, stay for supper.” Winnie says, pushing her back into her chair.

“Oh, I’m not hungry.” The younger girl shrugs nonchalantly.

“But we are.” Mary grins.

Dani immediately jumps up but she and Sarah grab her arms. The younger girl screams and struggles against them as they carry her toward the lit cauldron.

“Hey!” Max yells out as he jumps up from his spot on the floor.

The three witches jump in fright slightly as they put down the young girl. Mary keeps her in her arms as they look toward the teenage boy who is glaring at them.

“Let go of my little sister.” He growls slightly as he walks out from behind the display case.

“Roast him, Winnie.” Mary grins as she holds a struggling Dani.

“No, let me…let me play with him.” Sarah giggles at the boy.

Ignoring them both, Winifred hits Max with a jolt of electric energy, throwing him off his feet with a groan. Cas glares at the witches and sneaks out from her hiding spot. Winnie hums to herself and walks to Max who is groaning from the pain on the floor. She smirks and shoots another jolt of her energy at him before using it to push him to the other side of the room.

“You…” She points at him before gesturing to the wall against his feet. “There!”

He groans loudly as his chest hits the wall with a thud. Winifred laughs and claps her hands before looking at her sisters with a large smile.

“I haven’t lost my touch sisters, see?!”

“Max!” Dani yells as she pulls herself from the witch's arms but Mary twirls her back.

Winifred grins and throws her hands out, spinning Max around.

“Hello!” She grins as Sarah leans her head against the boy’s shoulder with her own smile. “Goodbye!”

Max’s eyes widen as she shoots electricity into his stomach causing him to scream out loudly in pain. She slowly lifts her arms, forcing Max off his feet, still sending the electricity through him.

“Mary!”

The black haired sister turns around, grinning at the blonde teenager who is standing behind her.

“Well, hello!” She says, not realizing there were three people in the house.

Cas hits her with the witch’s broom she stole off the wall, distracting the woman as she lets go of Dani. The blonde hits her again, forcing her over a counter. She throws the broom at her for extra damage, despite it only being a wooden stick. Cas then rushes to the small fireplace nearby and grabs a metal pan from the wall and hits Mary in the head, disorientating her.

Dani, thankful for Cas’ diversion, rushes over to Winifred who was still holding Max in the air, not paying attention to what was happening on the other side of the room.

“You leave my brother alone!” The young girl screams before hitting the red-head with her bag of candy.

Winifred falls to the ground with a yelp, dropping the teenage boy who groans. Dani then uses her bag to hit Sarah, forcing her away from the perplexed boy. The red-head jumps up from the ground and rushes over to grab the young girl but the black cat from earlier leaps from his hiding spot, attacking her.

She screams, trying to throw the cat off her shoulder.

“Sister Sarah! Get this beast off of me!”

Dani runs over to her brother and helps him up, despite him being at least a hundred pounds heavier than her.

“Come on, Max! Come on!”

He finally gets his bearings and stands up with her help. Together, they run over to Cas who is now walking toward them with her frying pan, ready to use it again if she had too.

“Go! Get out!” Max says, gently pushing them toward the door. “Run!”

Cas throws her pan into the large, empty cauldron and takes Dani’s hand, rushing with her out the door. The black cat jumps off Winifred and she glares as she watches him run after the girls. Getting an idea, Max uses the counter and the register on top of it to climb onto the wooden loft above them.

“Hey!” He yells, capturing the witch’s attention. “You have messed with the great and powerful Max, and now must suffer the consequences. I summon the burning rain of death!”

His lips curl up in a conniving smirk as he holds up the lighter he had stolen earlier and flips it open. The three sisters mumble to one another, confused on what the ‘burning rain of death’ was. He flicks the lighter on, causing the women to gasp at the fire.

“He makes fire in his hands.” The red-head whispers to her sisters in amazement.

He holds the flame under one of the sprinklers that has been installed for the museum, forcing them to go off. The sisters all scream in fright at the water that rains down on them, realizing this was the burning rain of death. They start running in circles, trying to find a way out besides the door.

“Come on, you fools!” Winifred yells, grabbing her sisters’ arms. “Get to shelter! Come on, you fools!”

She pulls them under the second floor, not wanting to die from the rain. Max jumps down from the loft before rushing toward the door but before he can make it outside, he slips on some water, falling on his back. He groans and moves to sit up but Cas’ cat from earlier jumps onto his chest.

“Nice going…Max.” The cat says, glaring down at him.

“You can talk.” His eyes widen in shock.

Why the hell didn’t Cas tell him her cat could fucking talk?!

“Yeah, no kidding. Now get the spell book!” Before Max can question anything else, the cat smacks him in the face with his paw. “Come on! Move it!”

He jumps from the teenage boy's chest and rushes toward the cracked open window. Listening to the talking animal, he jumps up and runs toward the display case.

“It’s the burning rain of death! Shut up!” Winifred says, stopping her sisters from going after the boy.

Max looks around, trying to see through the sprinkling water. Grabbing a plaque from the cauldron area, he picks it up and uses it to smash the glass containing the book.

“My book!” Winifred screams.

Her sisters grab her arms, now holding her back. Max pushes the broken glass away and picks up the human skin covered book before rushing out of the building.

“He took my book!” The red-head cries out. “My book!”

The teenage boy rushes out the front door and looks around for his crush and little sister as the black cat jumps from the window.

“Max! Max!” Cas waves her hands to capture his attention as the young girl jumps, hoping he can see them.

He runs through the grass before gently pushing them down the street. They make it a few feet before the cat speaks up as his bell hits against his collar.

“Come on. Follow me!”

“Wait a second!” Cas says, panting slightly as she looks down at her cat. “Binx, you can talk?”

“Yes, I can, Casey.” He says, looking up at her as they run.

“Yeah! Why didn’t you tell me your cat can talk?” Max asks, glancing at her.

“Because I didn’t know he could!” She says as they slow down to a walk. “Why haven’t you talked to me all these years?”

“Because I was not able to talk until today.” He answers, making a shortcut through the grass.

They follow behind him, not knowing where they were going but Binx apparently does.

“This isn’t weird at all.” Cas sighs softly. “First, you light a stupid candle and my cat starts talking after three dead witches come back to life.”

“Hey, I didn’t think it would actually happen.” Max says as they approach Salem Cemetery. “Woah, woah. This is a graveyard.”

“It’s hallowed ground. Witches can’t set foot here.” Binx says, sneaking through a hole in the gate. “Follow me.”

Cas opens the door with a small creak before putting her hand back for the younger to take. Dani happily grabs it and stays close to her brother’s crush, not wanting to be left behind, despite knowing they never would. Max closes the gate behind him and rushes after the two girls, keeping the book against his side.

“Over here, I want to show you something.” Binx calls out as he stands on a headstone. “Give you an idea of exactly what we’re dealing with.”

Stopping beside the tree in front of the grave, Cas looks down at it with a small raised eyebrow. Max, who stopped between his crush and sister, raises his arm to hold onto the tree.

“William Butcherson? Lost Soul?” He asks, confused.

“Billy Butcherson was Winifred’s lover, but she found him sporting with her sister Sarah, so she poisoned him and sewed his mouth shut with a dull needle. So he couldn’t tell her secrets, even in death. Winifred always was the jealous type.” The cat explains, watching the modern kids before him.

“Y-you’re really Thackery Binx…” Cas says, staring at her cat.

“Yes.” He nods slightly.

“I named you after the legend. I didn’t expect them to be true…” She mumbles, glancing up at her friend.

He smirks slightly and looks back down at the feline.

“Well, I’m glad you did.” Binx says, before jumping off the headstone. “Come along. I want to show you something else.”

He runs past them, going toward the middle of the graveyard. The trio walks behind him closely, before stopping at another headstone. Cas bites her lip, realizing the stone he had taken them to. As he starts talking, Dani sits down on a fallen log while Max hands the blonde the book, gesturing to the large rock across from his sister.

Cas gives him a small smile and sits down, holding the book to her lap. He then sits down next to her with his back facing the headstone and brings his knees up to his chest, keeping his feet flat on the ground as he rests his crossed arms on his legs. The three of them listen to Binx’s story, never once interrupting him.

“Because of me, my little sister’s life was stolen. For years I waited for my life to end, so I could be reunited with my family. But Winifred’s curse of immortality kept me alive. Then one day I figured out what to do with my eternal life. Now, I'd failed Emily, but I won’t fail again. When Winifred and her sisters returned, I’d be there to stop them. So for 300 centuries I guarded the house on All Hallow’s Night, after Casey would leave for trick-or-treating, when I knew some airhead virgin might light that candle…”

“Nice going, airhead.” Dani says, glancing over at her brother.

“Hey look, I’m sorry, okay?” Max stands up and walks past them before turning around. “But we’re talking about three ancient hags versus the 20th century, how bad can it be?”

“Bad.” Binx says, before turning toward his owner who has opened the cover of the spell book in her lap. “Stay out of there!”

She immediately closes it and looks at him. “Why?”

“It holds Winifred’s most dangerous spells. She must not get it.” He answers.

Max immediately walks over to his crush and gently takes the book out of her hands.

“Let’s torch the sucker.”

He drops it to the ground in front of Cas, who pulls her legs closer to her body as she sits on the rock. He flips open the lighter and holds the fire against the bottom of the book but the flames are repelled. They won’t even go near it.

“It’s protected by magic.” Binx explains.

Just as Max closes the lighter, extinguishing the flame, they hear laughter coming from high above them. Their heads snap up and the girls quickly stand up to grab onto the teen boy between them. As the laughter gets louder and more crackling-like, they start backing up, wanting to get as far away as they can.

Now right above them are Sarah, Winifred and Mary on their brooms - in that order. The three younger kids quickly hide behind a few large rocks, despite knowing they’ve been seen. Binx jumps right on top, wanting to protect them.

“It’s just a bunch of Hocus Pocus!” Winifred laughs before pointing toward her sisters, silently telling them to circle the children.

“Max!” Dani calls out, despite being right next to him.

He and Cas quickly look to their left to see Sarah floating toward them with a large smile. They start backing up again, their backs smacking against large rock formations.

“Brave little virgin who lit the candle.” Sarah grins before holding her hand out toward them, mainly Max. “I’ll be thy friend.”

This angers Cas, even though she knew Max would never go to her.

“Hey!” She quickly grabs a tree branch that had fallen and starts swinging it. “Take a hike!”

One of the swings smacks the flying blonde causing her to yell out in pain and raise her broom, flying in the sky once again. Once she’s far enough away, the trio rushes back to their rock, hiding themselves again.

“Book!” Winifred sings slightly, drawing out the ‘o’. “Come to mommy!”

The skin covered up starts to lift off the ground, but Binx jumps off the rock and runs over to it.

“‘Fraid not.” He says, landing on the book, forcing it back to the ground.

The trio rushes from the rock over to the cat, crowding around him.

“Thackery Binx, thou mangy feline! Still alive?” Winifred mocks.

“And waiting for you!” He swipes his paw at her.

“Oh! Thou hast waiting in vain. And thou will fail to save thy friends, just as thou failed to save thy sister!”

Binx hisses loudly and angrily.

“Grab the book!” He yells before running in the direction they came from earlier.

Max grabs the large spell book and rushes after him, making sure the two girls are following. Cas grabs Dani’s hand and pulls her so she’s slightly faster. They gasp slightly as Mary flies toward them but they turn right, causing the plump sister to groan slightly, unable to turn at such a short distance.

The trio rushes under a tree and looks around.

“They can’t touch us here, right?” Max asks as the three of them pant slightly.

“Well, they can’t.” Binx says, sitting on a headstone.

“I don’t like the way you said that…” Dani says, fear in her tone.

Winifred starts chanting a spell, scaring them. Max wraps his arm around his sister, pulling her close while Cas steps forward and clenches Dani’s hand as the young girl does the same. The blonde then grabs onto Max’s arm with her other hand, wanting to stay close.

“Unfaithful lover, long since dead. Deep asleep in thy wormy bed. Wiggle thy toes, open thine eyes. Twist thy fingers toward the sky. Life is sleeping, not too shy, on thy feet so say aye!” Winifred grins down at them.

Suddenly the wind picks up and the ground begins to shake right where they are standing. They scream and are forced away from each other as they try to keep a steady footing. Cas screams as she almost falls back but she grabs onto Dani’s hand again who pulls her forward to fall on her ass next to her and Max who had pulled her down.

When the ground settles for a moment, they realize the grave of William Butcherson has risen, as if he had just been buried earlier that morning. Binx rushes over to them and jumps on Max’s shoulder, not wanting to lose the humans he was protecting. Not even a second later, Billy, now a zombie with his mouth sewn shut, bursts forth from his grave, pushing the pieces of coffin and dirt out of his way as he sits up.

He shakes his head free of some of the dirt before he looks to the side to see the trio sitting beside him. Cas and Max look at one another before looking back at Billy. Suddenly they scream and jump up from their spots, following behind Binx once again through the graveyard. He looks confused before looking over his shoulder.

He sees his headstone and the words ‘Lost Soul’, before giving a grunt of annoyance.

“Hi!” Sarah says, almost falling from her broom but she grabs the handle. “Hello, Billy.”

He gives her a small smile and a hum of happiness through his sewn lips before Winifred scoffs.

“Catch those children!” She yells, gesturing toward the way they ran. “Get up!”

He rolls his eyes and waves his arms toward her in irritation before climbing out with her still berating him. The trio run up a few stone steps before they run under a tree. Max stops in his tracks and watches as Binx, Dani and Cas all slide into a hole in the ground. He looks over his shoulder to see Billy catching up to them.

Just as the zombie stops, he gets a wonderful idea. Max grabs the tree branch separating them and pulls it back. Billy’s eyes widen and he starts shaking his head, trying to silently plead with the young boy to not do what he plans on doing. The teenager ignores him and lets it go, hitting the zombie in the head, knocking his head completely off his body.

“Yes!” Max cheers to himself but quickly pauses.

Billy’s body starts moving around, searching for his head causing the teenager to realize he isn’t going to die…because he’s already dead. He immediately turns around, running toward the hole. Throwing the book down the hole, he launches himself into it, landing next to Cas who is coughing from the dust and gunk in the air.

“Are you okay?” She asks Dani who is coughing as well.

“Uh-huh.” She nods, coughing a little more.

“What is this place, Binx?” Max asks, standing up from the ground.

“It’s the old Salem Crypt.” He answers, jumping up to stand up a pipe, his bell echoing slightly as it dings. “It connects to the sewer and up to the street.”

“Charming.” Cas shakes her head and holds out the book to her friend. “Here.”

He pulls the lighter from his pocket as he takes the book from her hand without looking. She wraps her arms around Dani and looks around, wanting to keep the smaller girl close. As Max flips open the lighter, he looks up and groans.

“Oh, don’t look up, Dani.” He says, catching sight of a skeleton hanging from the ceiling.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” She says, leaning against the older girl.

“Relax, even after Casey took me in, I’ve been hunting mice down here.” Binx says, jumping off the pipe.

“Mice?” The young girl says, scrunching her face up in disgust.

As they begin to walk forward, the older female looks down at her cat.

“Do you want me to take your collar off?” She asks, realizing it must be uncomfortable and loud in his small ears.

“No.” He glances up at her. “I quite like it all these years.”

She nods slightly and continues walking, peeking up at Max every so often, not knowing…he’s doing the same thing. He smiles softly, but keeps his attention on where they’re going. He’s happy that his crush is getting close to his sister, one of the people he loved most in this world. He feels so stupid for lighting that candle, but the best part about all of it, despite the bad things?

He gets to spend time with her.

#max dennison x original female character #max dennison x original character #max dennison love story #max dennison fanfiction #max dennison x reader #max dennison imagines #max dennison imagine #hocus pocus fanfiction #hocus pocus love story #hocus pocus

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The Story of Us-Chapter 6

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer, and more from the Supernatural universe.

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluff, angst, smut, character death (mentioned only),

WC: 1,106

Spring 1994 (cont'd)

Dean pulls Micki to him, looking down at her adoringly.

"Are you sure Mick? This is something you want?"

"Yes Dean," she answers honestly. "I want to do this with you. I want you to be my first."

"Wow, way to make a guy feel special," Dean chuckles. "That's something you can never have back, you know that right?"

"You are special to me Dean. Have-" she pauses, not sure if she wants to ask the question or if she really wants to know the answer. "-you done it before?"

She holds her breath, awaiting his response. She tries to tell herself that it doesn't matter but deep down, to her, it kinda does. Not that it'll stop her from giving him her virginity. She's known for about 6 months now that she wanted him to have it.

"Once," he says. "When I was at that boy's home, Sonny's. Her name was…"

"Okay," Micki interrupts. "I don't need details."

"Okay baby."

Dean then kisses her earnestly and dominantly. He backs her up against one of the wrecked autos and leans against her. His hands tangle in her hair and hers wrap around his torso tight, holding him close.

"Fuck, Mick!" he moans as she rolls her hips into his, feeling the prominent bulge against her groin.

"That's the plan," she says, smiling mischievously.

They end up in the backseat of the vehicle where Dean slowly and purposefully undresses her until Micki is left in her bra and panties.

"You're beautiful," he whispers and he sits back on his heels between her legs. "Can I touch you?"

"Please."

He places his hand on her chest between her boobs and slides his palm across her skin, kneading one tit before moving to the other. Micki tilts her head back, closing her eyes to relish in the sensations.

Her eyes pop open when Dean pulls one of the cups down and his mouth covers the nipple. He sucks and licks the bud until it is taut.

"Fuck Dean," she groans and laugh when Dean repeats her earlier sentiment.

Before long she is flat in the backseat of the old Toyota in her birthday suit, watching Dean as his eyes roam her body.

"Damn baby, you're perfect," he praises. He is down to his boxers that aren't hiding his arousal very well.

Dean leans over her, pulling her into a kiss as his hand cups her mound, his fingers gliding along her slit. She can't help but tense up because no one has ever touched her there.

"It's okay," Dean coos in her ear. "I'm going to be gentle, ease you into it. I'm going to put one finger inside you okay?"

"Okay," Micki answers timidly.

The first stretch around his finger is agonizing, her walls expanding to accommodate the intrusion.

Once he is inside her to the first knuckle, he stops. "You okay?"

"Yea, it hurts a bit but I don't want to stop."

"Okay. I'm going deeper now, okay?"

Before long Dean is fingering her with his whole finger thrusting in and out of her and Micki is reveling in the sensations going through her body.

"Think you can take two," he asks and she nods.

Two fingers pumping into her is heaven and her blood is pumping in her ears. She begins feeling funny and warm but she doesn't say anything in fear that he will stop.

When her lower abdomen lurches she can't help but to yell his name. "Deeean!"

He works her through whatever that was and once her breathing gets back to normal he stops, but keeping his fingers inside her.

"Did that feel good?"

"What was that?" she inquires, breathlessly.

"That-" Dean says, "-was an orgasm. And I'm guessing, your first one?"

"Yea," Micki answers, "That was awesome!"

Dean chuckles as he removes his fingers. He crawls backwards out of the car and drops his boxers, giving Micki her first look at a penis. A whimper escapes her lips and she wiggles in anticipation.

Dean chuckles as he watches her reaction and bends over to pull his wallet out of his jeans.

"Your dad said to keep you safe," he says with a wink before ripping the foil wrapper he’d retrieved and rolling a condom onto his hard length.

As the sun goes down on Singer Salvage, Michaela Singer freely and willingly gives her innocence completely and exclusively to Dean Winchester.

Present Day (2008)

Dean refuses to give Maren up, even when she soils her diaper and he coughs and gags as he changes her, much to Sam's delight.

"How the hell does that stench come from such a tiny thing?" Dean says as he cleans her bottom and wraps the fresh diaper around her. "Girl you stink," he coos at the baby on the changing table.

Bobby is in the bedroom, keeping vigil over Micki. Dean had sat by her bedside, holding their daughter for hours, talking low to both of them.

When Maren had begun to show signs of hunger, he had left and asked her father to stay with her so he could care for his own kid.

"I know this is a bad time-" Sam says as he runs his fingers through his hair. "-but have you thought about how you are back? I mean, I saw you Dean. Your torso was ripped to shreds, your arms were barely hanging on your body. Blood was everywhere!

"I carried you out, got covered in it myself. Put you in the backseat and drove to Bobby's. I didn't know what to do."

"Mick saw me…like that?"

"Yea, she ran out to the car as soon as I pulled up," Sam explains. "I tried to stop her but I didn't get to her in time. She screamed like a banshee and then lost her lunch."

"So why didn't you burn my body?"

"Bobby wanted to but Micki and I were adamant that you would be buried. We couldn't handle the thought of you burning after going through that."

"Thank God for that," Dean says.

That night, after putting Maren's bassinet in the bedroom, Dean crawls into the bed beside Micki and holds her to him.

"Please baby, wherever you are, whatever you are going through, fight! Fight your way back to me, to us. I need you, Molly needs you. Hell, your dad needs you!"

He watches her face for any glimmer of her understanding his pleas. But it stays unchanged.

"I love you Michaela Quinn Singer. Fight for me. Fight for us."

Dean goes to sleep with the love of his life in his arms and tears streaming down his face.

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi8278 @lyarr24

#dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #micki singer #dean x micki #the story of us #flashbacks

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Suspicious Minds

I uh… I may have lost my patience slightly in this episode. I’m sorry in advance.

But SERIOUSLY EVEN CARLOS MADE ME MAD. ARGH.

I’m liveblogging The Winchesters as a Supernatural!virgin. Please keep my lack of knowledge in mind if you continue...

In episode thoughts:

Oh dear! Gracious! Oh, my, I do so hope an honourable gentleman has come to – why, that’s not a gentleman! Goodness!

Such luck! I shall murder this woman with such style and grace! How wonderful!

Sorry, I’m done now.

Oh, Mary looking for life outside hunting! I actually am shocked this time.

But I’m reminded by how weird American college is. The idea of going to uni without knowing what you’re studying is so foreign to me. We apply for specific courses, and the entrance requirements change depending what you’re planning to study. In a non-American school, Mary would need to have a plan before even thinking about applying. It’s so odd to me.

Aww, Carlos is super twitterpated still.

And an idiot.

You know, some people think Mary Poppins actually is an eldritch creature, for the record. Just a good-aligned one.

…This actor looks familiar. Pause. It’s going to bother me until I find out.

MISTER SHEFFIELD! I KNEW IT! Mwuahahaha yessss! Okay, carrying on.

He feels like a future Lata. Except he’s distressing. Monsters may be monsters but I’m not on board with lobotomising people into service, believe it or not.

I take back my Lata comment. He’s like an evil Lata. Creepy good.

Oh, Roxy. Welcome back.

They’re acting like she looks like a mess, but she’s still gorgeous. Show, come on. She needs to clean some messy eyeliner and brush her hair. Some people spend hours on that look.

Lata… don’t you pull an Ada, on me.

Oh, this creepy dude is creepy but I’m kind of enjoying it, I’m not gonna lie.

You know, I know who Dean is, because of course, but if I didn’t, I would not have any reason to give a damn about the akrida wanting to kill him. I would, however, be confused about why they want to kill him. He has not yet actually had anything to do with the akrida, as far as I know, he’s just been AROUND. This is yet another instance of this show needing Supernatural to make sense.

Creepy good isn’t lying to you, kids, he’s just not telling you his life story. Why do you care why he’s got a vendetta against your enemies? Honestly, the way this group worries about morals sometimes is so all over the place. PICK A LANE. And don’t just tell me you’re hypocrites, that does not excuse you.

Oooh, Lata, I do hope you’re having fun in between shop talk dreams~!

Oh no. Creepy good did lie to you. He’s the assistant. How terrible?

Oh, no. In addition to LOBOTOMISING SENTIENT CREATURES he also did human experimentation. How shocking. Again, I have to wonder at the morals and ethics of this show. I think this is a me-problem, but I do not like the whole we-draw-the-line-at-physically-hurting-humans thing. If you’re willing to accept a guy torturing and enslaving sentient creatures, you should be willing to hear the context of the human experimentation. I’m not saying I’m okay with it, I’m just saying these characters should be. Be mad about it, sure, demand explanations, sure, but don’t go in guns blazing.

…phony accent, oh god, no, don’t do that, please. This actor is so very British, and that Southern Twang is a notoriously difficult accent to pull off.

…I like Roxy’s decision here. I like the allegory. Remember, and recover, and grow beyond your pain.

Oh, of course creepy good is creepy bad. But I stand by my statement about ethics. Of course he’s proven bad, but up until he did all this targeting the main characters bit, these characters feel like the type who would go along with bad morals For the Greater Good.

Who the heck is big guy and where did he come from?

Golems. Kay. The show has not explained how they work in this context. Golems, as far as I know, are creatures baked from clay and given a degree of sentience. And yet Mary is acting like they’re unforgivable magic.

Oh, look, John’s trying to be charming again. I wonder if the goo will go in his mouth.

…well, it didn’t, but uh… that’s a real human looking creature you just mercilessly killed in gruesome fashion.

And a legitimate human you just killed in less gruesome fashion.

ETHICS!

Mary. Mary, note what you are saying. Apply it to the actions John has taken so far. Please, Mary. Mary, please. Don’t say ‘us’, say ‘you’. Say ‘you’, Mary.

Okay, Carlos, I forgive you so many things, but comparing Roxy’s situation with yours is not particularly forgivable and you need to just not. Just no.

That was some TIMING, Millie. And cops. I was going to say what Akrida!Kyle is doing is almost a compelling twist on hearsay cases, but it’s been dramatised a bit much. You were so close to making me invested in a John storyline, show! So close!

Okay. So a few things here, and I think the main one I should address is my own prejudice. Because it’s another one of those things that stops me from watching a lot of fantasy and sci-fi if I’m honest.

I don’t like the idea that just because something is not human (strictly or otherwise) it should be considered fair game. There are multiple reasons I don’t like it, but I think in the end it comes down to this assumption that it-is-different-from-me-and-therefore-less. What this show calls monsters are all clearly sentient creatures with lives and thoughts and emotions. Even the akrida, which have basically been portrayed as worker drone ants, have jokes and preferences that were highlighted IN THIS EPISODE. They’re… remarkably human for CGI monster bugs.

But the show just Accepts As Fact that monsters are bad, humans are good. Even as it shows that humans are not good. They will slaughter monsters wholesale without blinking, and the Men of Letters quite rightfully seem to think of hunters as vicious killers willing to do terrible things in the name of what Dean calls righteousness, but physical harm to a human is Bad.

I mean, look how quickly they almost turned on Ada for the crime of (gasp) having a consensual relationship with a djinn. She had to rush to defend herself. Why? Maybe Supernatural gave a big long reason about why djinn are bad, but in all the stories I’ve ever read, they’re usually just as petty and loving and fickle as humans, with some extra power and less emotional control. Big deal.

And yes, Creepy Good was bad. I don’t mind him being bad. What I mind is the way Mary and John framed him as untrustworthy not because he did terrible things but because he… let himself in to the building that is much more his right to play in than theirs? They do realise they’re squatting in the Men of Letters’ house, right? Ada is literally the only one that’s supposed to be there. He had a KEY.

And the golem. I don’t have the context to understand the response Mary had to the golem. So as much as that dude came out of nowhere, so did the whole concept of him! Golems are not… the myth of golems is not consistent enough to just throw a golem into the story and have it be acceptable. Frikkin homunculi are more consistent and more recognisably Bad than a golem and yes I know in some stories they’re the same thing but golems are usually made of clay and homunculi are human parts and that would have fit Mary’s reaction a little better when mostly I’m just like golems are moving objects, so okay, cool use of magic?

-FURIOUS FLAILING CONTINUES FROM LAST EPISODE-

And Carlos and Lata, usually I love you guys, and Roxy’s story was so good but my god, the A-plot absolutely DESTROYED my willingness to put up with THAT UTTER NONSENSE where you would DARE compare being SCARED of INTIMACY with A FUCKING RAPE ALLEGORY.

THAT, MY FRIENDS, MADE ME VERY ANGRY.

…

Deep breaths.

…Okay, gonna take a break from this show for a minute now, before we move onto chapter eleven. …more breaths.

(or back to chapter one if you dare.)

#the winchesters #salt #so much salt #this episode required context I don't have #and it made me impatient #and unwilling to engage #taking deep breaths

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Fuerza, pt.2

We were kneeling side by side on the floor of the chapel. The deacon (who we checked in with for credit) and a couple other students were scattered throughout the room, sitting in pews and praying. I had never been in the chapel with so few people before and it was a little eerie. The giant crucifix at the front was looking especially foreboding, as was the giant painting of the Virgin Mary.

I glanced at James who was pretending to pray. I was admiring the warm flicker of the votive candles on his face. But then remembered I also had to look like I was pretending to pray. And also I’M MAD AT HIM.

I was sweating and my heart was pounding and my hands were shaking. “James,” I whispered, hoping it would come out hard and serious, but actually came out more breathless and quivering, “We need to talk.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his head bow down slightly. He whispered back, “I know.”

My face was getting hot. “What do you mean you know?”

“I know I need to apologize. Again.”

I didn’t respond. I hadn’t expected him to say that.

“I’ve been distant. I ran away again. And that isn’t fair to you.”

My eyes were getting wet but I willed myself not to cry. Why was I crying? Relief, probably. Because I didn’t have to force an apology out of him.

But I did still deserve an explanation.

“Why do you do that, James?” I asked.

He was quiet. Then said, “I think because it’s easier to run away than to be left? If that makes sense...” I could tell he was really nervous. “That sounds pretty messed up now that I say it out loud.”

I sighed. “So you’re afraid I’ll leave you?”

He shook his head slightly. “I don’t know, I-- I know what people say about me. And I know it sounds weird. And maybe I am kinda weird, ya know?”

“James, I don’t care if you’re weird,” I said with a small smile. “I actually like weird. I don’t like being shut out. And I don’t like dishonesty.”

“I know this sounds stupid but... I’m afraid to be honest sometimes.”

“Is this about your ‘friends?’ The way they treat you?”

He was silent. “...Yeah. Probably.”

I sighed. “You don’t have to be ashamed about what your family does, James. I don’t care about the crap your so-called friends say about you. I’m sure they gossip about me too.”

“They’re not all bad. Christa is a good friend. She’s always looked out for me, since we were kids. But yeah, some of the others can be... unkind.”

I know I needed to ask him the question, the question this whole conversation hinges on. I took a deep breath in and asked: “James... what ARE we?”

He hesitated “I’m sorry, I’m-- I’m not very good at this stuff...”

My heart was beating, my stomach fluttering. Why can’t he just answer the question? “James,” I said slowly and seriously, staring at my clasped hands, “if this is you trying to let me down easy, it’s actually making it a lot worse.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head quick-turn in my direction. “What? No. No, no, no. That’s not what I meant at all.”

I slumped onto my butt, surrendering all pretenses of prayer. “Then what did you mean?”

James surrendered too. “I mean, I... I know how lame this sounds, but... this stuff is NEW to me. I’m so used to keeping my feelings to myself and stuff. I’m not used to sharing my feelings--especially, you know, these kinds of feelings.” He looked at me desperately. “I really, really like you, Flora.” He glanced up to see if anyone was eavesdropping on our exchange, but I just gazed at him breathlessly. He looked at me again, the coast apparently clear, and flashed a nervous half-smile at me, which made my stomach even more aflutter. “So... do you want to be my girlfriend?”

My face involuntarily broke into a big smile and I nodded vigorously like a big dork. He grinned back at me. Then his eyes quickly scanned the room again as he scooched closer to me. Suddenly, everything was in slow motion. I didn’t care if the deacon was watching. I didn’t care if I got expelled. All I felt was electricity in my skin as I leaned in and our lips touched.

WE KISSED.

ON THE FLOOR OF A CHURCH. ONLY PARTIALLY OBSCURED BY THE PEWS.

WITH A DEACON PRESENT.

Ana’s going to LOSE HER SHIT.

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Erm yeahhh x) That’s what happened today. ᵉʰᵉʰᵉ(*/∇＼⭒)

Oh! And I also brought up the whole Cecil thing. I told him that he didn’t need to be ashamed of his first name and that I actually like it. It’s unique! But he said James sounds more mysterious LOL. He was also like, “I’m sticking with James because that means our couple name is Flames” xD xDDD

I tried my best to play it cool around my mom, because if she found out I had KISSED A BOY?? She’d probably have me burned at the stake.

Ohhh my goodness, I can’t stop thinking about the kiss. I don’t think I’ll be able to get any sleep tonight. His sweet smell, his warmth, his LIPS -- AHHHHHHHHHHH ❤

It wasn’t exactly how I pictured my first kiss happening...

But I loved it *♡*｡∞(〃 ω 〃)ﾟ∞｡*♡*

Well, I’ve been writing for literal hours now so I better wrap this up LOL. I’m so behind on homework. But,

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ❤❤

I can’t wait to see him again ‧⁺( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ◡ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )⁺‧ ♡

#diary #hehehehehehehehe #♡♡♡♡♡♡

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karmic-vibes · 1 year

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Two of Us

6 - Home

cw: teenage pregnancy

Spring 1982

What the fuck am I supposed to tell him?

Will he flip?

Okay, Munson, just do it. On three…

One…

Two…

“Hey, Ed?” Claire whispered.

She walked into their shared bedroom in their Uncle Wayne’s trailer to find Eddie at their communal desk. He was hunched over, guitar in hand, scribbling down random lines that would probably never make it into any of their songs.

Claire leaned against the doorframe and let out a sigh. Her arms were wrapped around her waist as her eyes ran over the contents of their room. Her bass hung up on the wall, their shared drug paraphernalia was scattered across the dresser, and clothes were thrown everywhere with no rhyme or reason to their placement.

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, not looking up from the desk.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Kinda busy right now, Claire.”

“Eddie, please,” she whimpered.

“Fine.” He threw down his pen and spun around to face her. “Oh, shit, you’re crying. What’s up?”

Claire quickly glanced into the hallway to make sure Wayne was nowhere in sight. She stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her, and completely broke down in tears.

“I have no one else to go to,” she sobbed.

“Claire, you’re scaring me. What’s up?”

“I’m pregnant…”

“Say psych right the fuck now…” Claire hesitantly shook her head as tears streamed down her rosy cheeks. “H-How?!”

“How what?”

“How the fuck could you be pregnant!”

“I just am!”

“Oh, since when are you the virgin Mary? You don’t just get pregnant, Claire!”

“Stop yelling at me!”

“How, just… how did this happen? When did this happen?”

“When we were in California to see mom…”

“You’re fucking kidding me?” Eddie laughed in disbelief, “you’re getting rid of it, right?”

“I don’t know…”

“What is there to think about?! You’re fifteen-years-old—you can’t take care of a kid! Where would you even put it? For God’s sake, Claire, what kind of life would that be for you or a child?”

“Eddie, the whole reason I came to you was to confide in you, and now you’re making me feel worse than I already do!”

“Just… Claire, you’re my sister and I love you, but Jesus fuck! How stupid could you be?” Claire stood in the middle of their room, lips quivering, doing everything in her power to hold in her tears. “Jesus Christ,” Eddie sighed.

Eddie rolled his eyes before walking over to his sister and wrapping her in a tight embrace. Claire began sobbing into Eddie’s chest as he gently rubbed her back, giving reassuring hushes. Eddie took a deep breath, deciding to bite his tongue before he made anything worse. The two stood there, in complete silence, not knowing if they should be content, or terrified.

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Me, publicly: I’m going to re-read x/1999!

Me, behind the scenes: does not read x/1999 even tho I got two moots to read it. But goes and reads another shojo that ALSO happens to have rolling heads. Gotta love rolling heads in shojo manga.

Me, publicly, again: ok I’m going to commit to at least reading this one chapter:

Man. There’s something so beautiful about CLAMP 1990′s art and how it captures and depicts complex emotion.

Idk about you, random internet stranger who might happen to be reading this unless I'm literally talking into the void, but, Sometimes when I read CLAMP, panels shape-shift in front of my eyes.

Like is Kamui sad or is he innocent or is he beautiful or is he concerned? Or is he that and more all at the same time?

Idk, leave it to CLAMP.

Anyways. dumping all of the panels into one long thread like I do with my JJK liveblogs instead of making a hundred million posts.

Kamui doesn't know how to react to Sorata

Or at least it looks like that to me.

The truth is that Kamui was probably not used to dealing with people like Sorata or the other Seals. If I remember correctly, after Kotori and Fuuma, the kids he hung around in school sort of worshipped him for his strength and powers?

I truly don’t remember well but I got this sense that Kamui put up a front that very much matched that which they wanted to see from him--”yeah, watch me, I’m powerful”.

And it’s a kind of interesting detail about Kamui because people are constantly telling him things like “you don’t look like the Kamui” or “aren’t you too short/young to be the Kamui?” and “you can’t be the Kamui [because the idea I had of you does not match your actual behavior and personality]”.

And now here’s this super friendly guy who just won’t leave him alone no matter how much Kamui expresses his discontent. What’s more, the guy is professing to protect him while simultaneously commenting on his beauty and his height-- and he literally just met him.

So I liked seeing Kamui struggle to figure out how to relate to Sorata.

It’s kind of like the start of the thawing of Kamui’s heart and maybe perhaps what was the beginning of the train of thought that led to his choice to seek to protect the status quo. I like to think of Subaru as the one who came in and put the cherry on top.

Subaru

I know I said I was going to focus on Fuuma and Kamui on this re-read but I’m so ready to see Subaru and I’m sooooo annoyed that Sei and Subaru were the first to die in the x OVA.

Kamui’s mom

This is VERY relevant...

Idk it feels important but I'm not smart enough to try to unpack this because anything I come up with will be literal Bible and I feel like there’s so much more to Tooru than being an lesbian analogy to the Virgin Mary, so I’m moving on.

Mom is ded

Omg Kamui remembering his mom’s death... someone please just stab me already.

Someone bring him an emotional support Subaru stat, please it’s not just because I want to see him.

It must have been hard for Kamui to suddenly realize his spiritual lineage is special. I don’t remember well but it feels like mom kept him in the dark about a lot regarding his identity and I have to wonder why she did that.

Perhaps all the better to not meddle with the fate of the world? So that he might be in a position to decide for himself?

Anyways, I don’t think I ever noticed before just how pained and conflicted he is about his mother’s death. I mean... it’s kind of obvious he would be. It’s just that for someone who keeps a mask up that pushes people away...

In the end, Kamui betrays how tender and soft he really is and how important certain bonds are to him.

Yay Subaru!

This little breadcrumb will carry me through the Subaru drought for a bit.

The other day I was driving behind a Subaru SUV with custom license plates that said “SUB4E” and like... I legit wondered whether the driver was also a TBX fan.

This tho...

Did I already pass the chapter where it’s mentioned that Hinoto is the dream seer who pulls the strings behind the scenes?

I don’t think I thought about it before but Hinoto is sus for the obvious reasons. I don’t remember correctly, but is it the first time that her “shadow” self takes over? Or is this like a recurrent thing. Because of its recurrent...

Typical 90s CLAMP and their insane attention to detail.

CLAMPism is such a mood.

I love Sorata

and honestly the x OVA was such a disservice to his character. I feel like Madhouse tried to characterize him as hyper masculine when he’s perfectly masculine as he is in the manga.

More specifically I love CLAMP having Sorata ask for a receipt.

No one, I repeat, no one is above administrative tasks, not even spiritual warriors characterizing and dramatizing the battle for the end of the world.

The dreaming princess

There it is. The panel in question.

Anyways, it’s interesting because she sees the future, but she proves at least a couple of times that she only reveals what is convenient to steer the narrative in the direction of her goals thinking she can change the fate of the world.

But then she has Kanoe working against her, also trying to influence a specific outcome.

And like... who is to say that it isn’t fate that events are unfolding the way they are? With two parties acting in such a way as to alter the fate of the world.

x is so weird because it deals with the idea of fate being an inevitability, hitsuzen 必然 and yet how does anyone know what is fated when you have different parties with opposing goals trying to challenge fate.

In that sense x is very similar to trc since trc is basically a story about people trying to overcome fated events. And the whole idea of retrocausality through dream states is so...

Self-disclosure: every once in a while I dream about things that happen in the future. And it always feels like I break through the fabric of space time when it happens.

So the idea of receiving information about events that are to come and to act in such a way so as to altering how events unfold is all about creating a new node of destiny where events might unfold differently, but since it’s fate, it still manages to end the same way.

Ok that was my ramble on fate and destiny.

Next.

Uh...

Ok v get your mind out of the gutter.

How much should I trust her?

Not to get all Jungian but yes to get all Jungian, are you kidding me?, but the fact that she’s so “uwu pure” is kind of... yeah, no wonder she has a shadow self that takes over. I kind of wonder how it was created tho.

Like... was she evil pretending to be good and then all of a sudden she couldn’t tell when she was being good or when she was being evil? Or vice versa?

I’m using good and evil for lack of better terms because she’s sort of black and white.

But her uwu good girl act feels so cringe after you know that her mind is split.

uwu look at how tragic I look. I am so good and virtuous.

But Kamui’s totally not having it...

The sass...

The cattitude!

Perhaps I’m being a bit too distrustful of her. It’s just that for a clamp character she feels very polarized. She’s either good, or not so good. What’s more is that each facet takes a conscious life of its own and fights for dominance of her body.

But at the same time... if Sorata trusts her I’m more inclined to trust her too.

Sorata is incredibly perceptive. So he either got fooled or he can’t detect her split mind because she’s buried deep beneath Hinoto’s conscious mind. And it’s kind of interesting to think that when it comes to dreaming, your conscious mind is not necessarily in control but in an altered state.

So again, what is the origin of Hinoto’s split ego-mind?

I think this whole thing about Hinoto is that Kanoe is meant to look like she’s superficially “evil” (kind of like MKR’s Zagato), when she actually has selfish but well-meaning intentions.

Not Arashi side-eying Sorata

I see you girl.

Oh hey, it’s the Tokyo Revelations Arc

Ok but listen...

I may be thinking too much into it but I have to wonder how much CLAMP was really predicting the future with x.

I really feel like the collective energy focused on x created a tulpa and I wonder if they were aware of it and that’s why they put x in the corner.

Them four little Japanese witches know their magic symbols after all...

Fox News has nothing on CLAMP’s level of conspiracy theory.

It’s just that... 30 years later, idk why but x feels all the more relevant.

I just feel like the apocalypse isn’t necessarily a literal battle of epic proportions between good-looking people. But rather a process that we’re going through.

And maybe perhaps there’s a battle of good vs. evil that we don’t know is being waged because we’re so busy living our normal lives.

And at the helm of such a battle is everybody’s favorite kitten...

Anyone else seen Tenki no Ko (Weathering with You)? I feel like Shinkai uses the symbol of the dragon in a very similar way. Interestingly enough, weather is at the center of the conversation in that movie.

The node of destiny

Ok and this is where CLAMP gets super esoteric with the idea of different timelines..

And somehow we have all of these people who know what the future looks like, but again, which future are they seeing? in x, there’s 3-4 dreamseers who keep meddling with the timelines by foretelling events and acting to change them.

“uwu I don’t know what you’re talking about Kanoe, I’m totally not manipulating anything.”

Exactly.

Fuuma

Ah good boi Fuuma and his weird haircut.

Waking up to his fate.

I’m on camp good boi Fuuma is the same as bad boi Fuuma. So let’s watch him become bad boi Fuuma because good boi Fuuma doesn’t do it for me.

#x/1999 #x liveblog incoming

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