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kanansdume · 4 months

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Andor is honestly one of the only pieces of more mainstream Star Wars media (so none of the little comics and very very few of the novels) I've seen since the Prequels that REALLY encapsulates the themes of non-attachment and everything that means in the way George Lucas truly intended. The only other thing I've seen that is its equal is the Obi-Wan Kenobi show.

And this makes me want to discuss Timm Karlo.

Yeah, Timm, the character everybody remembers most from Andor right?

That's what I thought.

This is Timm. He was Bix's boyfriend in the first three episodes of Andor. He seems to be pretty normal but he gets jealous when Cassian shows up because Cassian and Bix used to date and he can tell the two of them are cooking up some kind of secret together that he's not involved in. He decides to cover up his jealousy with fear for Bix's safety because Cassian is clearly in some kind of trouble and eventually ends up ratting Cassian out to PreMor security behind Bix's back. This results in PreMor invading Ferrix and getting Bix captured and beaten. Timm himself is murdered when he tries to help Bix.

All we ever get to see of Timm is that he's an insecure little asshole whose actions nearly get Cassian and Bix killed. He's an antagonist in this story.

But Bix loved him. He seems like a fairly average dude before this and presumably treats Bix fairly well outside of this particular incident. He's not a villain, he's just... a dude who lets fear of losing the woman he loves consume him to the point of making a REALLY stupid choice and it costs him everything. But that choice turns him INTO a villain for Cassian. Cassian will now always remember Timm as the man who betrayed him and wanted him dead. Cassian will always remember Timm by the selfishness of his final choice. That's the legacy Timm leaves behind in the end. Bix mourns him, but even Bix recognizes that Timm fucked up and nearly cost herself and Cassian their lives.

And if any of that sounds kind-of familiar, it's because it should. It's Anakin. Timm makes the Anakin choice. He wasn't a villain by default. He wasn't a villain his entire life. He was a normal dude who made one really awful choice out of fear and it ended up being the choice that defined him. He had the capacity for both good and bad in him and he chose to act on the bad and it was the last choice he ever made.

And this choice is what really screws up Ferrix, it calls down PreMor security on them which is what causes the massive screw-up when they try to capture Cassian and Luthen and that gains the attention of the ISB agent in charge of Ferrix as well as Dedra Meero who ultimately brings an entire battalion of stormtroopers and officers to occupy Ferrix. Ferrix gets far far worse as a result of Timm's one choice made out of insecurity in his relationship.

But it also ultimately leads to Ferrix realizing that enough is enough and they rise up and riot and throw the Empire out of their home. It helps push Maarva into joining a rebellion at the end of her life and making that recording that inspires the people to fight back. Maarva says that the Empire has been creeping in like a disease while they slept. And if Timm hadn't made the choice that took their situation from tolerable to intolerable, maybe Maarva and the people of Ferrix never would've bothered to fight back. If Cassian had been able to just silently slip out of town with no one being the wiser, Ferrix would've just kept going on as it had been.

None of this means Timm gets to claim credit for Ferrix and Maarva's own choices, obviously, but much like Anakin, the selfish choices he makes lead to unintended good things happening down the line, too. Anakin's selfishness leads to his relationship with Padme which ultimately creates Luke and Leia who, together, are the ones that manage to bring down the Empire for good. Anakin doesn't get any credit for how Luke and Leia turned out obviously, or the things they do that cause the Empire to fall, but they wouldn't have existed without Anakin's selfishness.

Timm's choice makes Ferrix worse, it calls down the Empire, but it also leads to the push that ultimately pushes Ferrix into rebellion.

Timm makes Anakin's choice. He's the villain of Cassian's story, but he is not WHOLLY a villain because Andor tells us that no one is ever JUST a villain or JUST a hero. People will always be people and that means they all have the capacity for both selfishness and selflessness within them. Timm loses himself to his fear for just long enough to destroy everything he cared about. Maarva chooses to stand up rather than run. Bix chooses to persevere in the face of impossible odds. Luthen gives up his morals to try to create a future for the rest of the galaxy. Mon Mothma sells her family for democracy. Cassian has to give up his dream of a normal happy life and settle for taking control of his own life.

And this is what makes Andor one of the best pieces of Star Wars media I've seen in a LONG time. It doesn't have any Jedi in it, it doesn't have any Mandalorian super soldiers, it doesn't have any Sith or Inquisitors or witches. It's just a group of people from different walks of life all having to figure out what matters most to them in the end. Some of them make the selfish choice and some of them rise above and make the selfless choice. It takes all of the themes that we've gotten from Star Wars via the Jedi and Sith conflicts and applies them to the little people, too. It's not JUST the Jedi and Sith who have to abide by those thematic narrative rules. Everybody else does, too, actually. Timm would never have become a Sith because of his choices, Dedra Meero and Syril Karn are never going to be Sith, but they can still become villains in someone else's story everything they claimed to care about can come crashing down as the result of one selfish choice.

THAT'S Star Wars. THAT'S what it's all about. THAT'S why Andor feels like Star Wars should to me without a single Force user showing up while something like the Ahsoka show feels like the opposite of a Star Wars story despite all of its fan service and nostalgia bait. Andor gets it. Andor took the time to understand the core of Star Wars even when telling a Star Wars story in a very different way.

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Twst Headcanons: They get sent to your dimension (part 1 - Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle)

Characters: Riddle, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, Azul, Jade, and Floyd

Tw// vomit, depression, existential crisis, mild body horror, swearing

(Part 2 - beginnings)

Crowley had found a way to send you home. It was sappy, and wizard-of-oz-y, but it was near sure fire.

Alice had once come and gone from a looking glass, but only after her friends of wonderland let her go. And surely, your friends would want what’s best for you, right?

The love you gave to night Raven college touched many loves - you defeated seven overblots, after all, and saved lives over and over again. So the best way they could thank you would be to give you what you wanted after all this time.

Crowley organized it fairly formally. There was a party, courtesy of Kalim’s insistence, followed by unveiling a large mirror and having you stand before it. You were told to think of home - your family, your life before twisted wonderland - and once you had the picture in your mind, a spell was cast to lock it in so you wouldn’t get lost on your way home.

After that, a procession began. It started with the dorm leaders coming to thank you, then the vice dorm leaders (or pseudo vice dorm leaders, and Floyd), and then began your closer friends. The power of so many powerful magic users was enough to get the mirror powered, glowing brightly a shining silver.

Grim was next in line. He looked heartbroken, and almost angry. He said he was happy for you - he didn’t need a henchman, he was the Great Grim and he could do fine on his own. But he hadn’t come to terms with what was going on. Not until that very moment in line.

“I don’t want you to go, (Y/N)! What will I do without you? I’m your family too, right? Stay!”

The mirror pulsated - in a single breath, Grim had messed up the spell. Before you had time to even respond, a burst of energy rushed forth from the mirror.

And as soon as the light faded and the screams died off, everyone looked up in horror to realize what happened.

You were gone…but so were they

Riddle:

* Riddle was first in line to say goodbye. As the first overblot, and a dorm leader, and a close friend, he wanted you to know he supported your decision to go home.

* What he didn’t expect was Grim’s declaration, nor the tug at his chest that followed

* Suddenly, he was falling. He felt something he couldn’t describe leave him, dissipate into the air. It felt like the opposite of the overblot, and he hated it.

* He would have screamed if it hadn’t stopped as suddenly as it had started, and suddenly he was laying on the floor, dizzy, and having a hard time focusing on his surroundings.

* He immediately tried to sit up, only to pass out again.

* He’s out like a light, man, dude hasn’t slept in three days to begin with and now? He’s drained. Portals are exhausting

* When he does wake up, it’s to Trey shaking him gently

* “Riddle? Are you alive?”

* The room is oddly quiet, but Riddle realizes it’s because they’re alone in this room.

* Wait, who’s room is this?

* A child’s, maybe? There’s a lot of plushies…

* No, wait, he remembers-

* Wait, IS THIS YUU’S ROOM?

* What happened???? Trey??? Explain???

* Upon finding out he’s stuck in a world with no magic by talking to you, he’s gonna try his signature spell

* Everyone else is going to groan, snicker, or sit silently as they watch him

* “It’s okay, Goldfishie, performance issues are nothing to be ashamed of.”

* “Floyd, I swear on the seven, when we get back, I’ll have your head.”

* “Kinky.”

* He is NOT happy about being in a different world, Yuu, please help him

* Once he has everything explained to him a little better, he’s headed for your bookshelf

* He may also ask you for a cup of tea

* He might/can/will start cleaning your house if it’s not in order

* “This is not a proper way to live, Y/N. According to th-“

Trey:

* Victim number two was standing a couple inches behind Riddle when the portal sucked them in, and somehow managed not to pass out during the ride.

* However, he did see the inside of a wormhole and suddenly popped out the other side in a different world, so maybe passing out is a blessing.

* When he came out the other side, he caught himself during his landing and stumbled a few feet forward. Before he really had a good chance to look at his surroundings he heard screams coming closer from behind him, saw Riddle laying passed out on the floor, and worked as fast as possible to pull him out of the landing zone.

* Which was a good call, because soon after a pile of 6’ft tall guys landed right about there.

* He helped untangle the mess of limbs in a pile on the floor and took stock of everyone.

* Alright so there’s riddle, Leona, him, the twins, Azul, rook and vil, Jamil and Kalim, Idia, malleus and Lillian, Ruggie, aaaand…

* You! There you are.

* So…this is your home? Interesting.

* He’ll take stock of everything he sees, because he’s currently in survival mode.

* This isn’t the first time NRC students have been stuck in a different world, he knows how this works by now-

* Oh, hey, you look sick. Here, sit down, and - is this cup okay to use? Okay, cool, one second, I’ll fill it.

* Huh

* Wait…

* He tries to fill the cup with cold water using his magic. He doesn’t know where your kitchen is, after all, and…

* Huh.

* His magic isn’t working.

* And now that he’s thinking about it, some of the guys did look…different.

* Right, this is a world without magic.

* Okay.

* Right.

* Cool

* Don’t panic, Trey, it’s fine

* If you could get to their world without magic, then it’s possible for them to get back, right?

* Right?

Leona:

* Leona isn’t quite sure what happened, he just remembers that one second he’s saying goodbye, then he’s in pain, then he wakes up somewhere unfamiliar and feels weird.

* Everything somehow sounds both quieter and louder at the same time, and all his joints feel achy

* Overall, he feels like he was hit by a bus, and tries to go back to that sticky sleep state he was in before.

* And then he feels something weird.

* Someone’s pinching his ear.

* But…that’s not where his ear is supposed to be.

* “Herbivore? What the fuc-“

* He opens his eyes and is face to face with Yuu, who is staring at him like he’s grown three heads

* “(Y/N), what are you doi-“

* Why are you holding his mouth open

* What the fuck

* Why are you- are you touching his teeth?!

* “Leona, I have bad news.”

* Upon hearing that all his lion traits are gone, he’s flipping his absolute shit.

* Excuse me?! Yuu?! Fix this. Now

* Oh, and we’re stranded in a different world without magic? Great job. He should have left you stranded in his world instead.

* He’s gonna need a minute to cool off.

* It’s best to approach next time with something to eat, and hold it out as far as possible

* He may not have fangs anymore but he will still bite you.

Ruggie:

* Ruggie takes everything surprisingly well.

* See, at first he’s pretty freaked out.

* His body is different than before and he’d really like for it to go back to normal, please

* He’s checking over himself in the mirror to see what’s missing and what stayed.

* He doesn’t appreciate anyone commenting on it

* But once he’s done freaking out, he starts asking questions about your world.

* Turns out your world isn’t that different. Even though there’s no magic, it’s not all that different from where he’s from

* So with a few books, some snacks, a few dollars, and a nap, he’s good to go.

* If he’s gonna be here for a while, and it’s pretty safe to assume that they’re not gonna be back in a bit, he wants to immediately ingratiate himself to you

* He’s not even really worried about the magic part. He never really relied on it anyway

* Oh, look, you have some laundry. Let him take care of that, Y/n, it’s no problem, really. Isn’t it nice to have someone help with chores? And he can make some food for cheap.

* His ability to take it in stride is almost entirely because for the first day he assumes it’s a dream.

* Day three he has a bit of a breakdown

* After his breakdown he starts acting a little more normal, again

Azul:

* The screaming everyone heard in the portal was mostly him.

* He’s seeing universe after universe, timeline after timeline, colors that don’t exist, and it’s scaring the piss out of him

* He’s another one who didn’t pass out, but he’s clinging to Jade like his life depends on it (it may have, if he kept flailing he might have ended up in a different universe)

* Meanwhile Jade just has a surprised pikachu face the entire time

* When they finally get through the portal, the fish mafia end up puppy-piling on the floor, with Azul stuck between Jade and Floyd.

* Unfortunately Floyd is unconscious and on the top.

* Trey, you’re his savior, he owes you.

* He’s finally on his feet, and his legs are shaking beneath him

* He looks like he’s gonna throw up. He thinks he may have seen god.

* His glasses are also missing, now.

* They might have been left behind in the multiverse.

* He’s catatonic for a solid twenty minutes, mumbling to himself while curled in a ball, staring at the floor.

* Nobody can get his attention until eventually he calms down enough to snap out of it.

* Trey is handing him a bottle of water, telling him to drink.

* He does

* He has to rush to the bathroom, because he couldn’t keep it down

* The minute someone else is around, he’s trying to act normal and like it doesn’t bother him

* “Oh? Well, we went to the land of the dead, this is nothing?”

* He’s lying, it’s a lot.

* He realizes, sometime in this, that his glasses are missing.

* He tried to summon them

* He is confused and alarmed when he can’t.

* He keeps trying. He looks like he’s snapping a beat

* He is literally going to have an ulcer if he can’t get a handle on this situation.

* Please, god, why doesn’t he have his magic.

* Oh….oh! Nobody does

* It makes him feel a little better, in a sick way, that nobody else has magic.

* He’s still anxious though.

* Please make him sit down. Cover him with a bunch of blankets or something he cannot handle this.

Jade:

* Jade has a pretty thick skin, yknow? But…

* Okay, yeah, this is a little much

* He’s not really one to express emotion to begin with, so his reaction that seems impassive is really just him being surprised

* He’s still processing what Grim said when he’s falling through a portal

* He’s processing the fact that Azul is clinging to his arm, and Floyd has him by the ankle, and that he’s falling in a portal to another world by the time they land

* His face isn’t totally shocked, but more…frozen?

* He’s can’t really identify what he’s feeling. It’s not scared, anxious, or angry. He isn’t happy, nor sad, but it’s something else…

* Wait, hold on, his mouth feels weird.

* Huh.

* His teeth are different.

* Okay, interesting.

* Oh look, Azul is having an existential crisis.

* And Floyd is passed out.

* Alright.

* He isn’t really responding because he wants more information, so as soon as he’s up his face is blank again.

* He’ll help out with whatever he can in the same way that Trey is, but he’s also completely content to leave everyone lying on the floor.

* He’s watching and listening to everyone’s reactions before he’s allowing himself to make his own.

* But also, you probably won’t see it.

* It’s not until late at night when he thinks everyone’s asleep that he finally lets his facade drop. He’s contemplating everything and he thinks Floyd is asleep again when he feels a tap on his shoulder

* It’s Floyd.

* And on his other side, there’s you.

* “Are you okay?”

* He’s a little choked up, but he just nods silently.

* “Do you wanna go for a walk? There’s a forest not far from here, I can drive you over and wait until you’re done if you need some time to think.”

* Floyd is staring at him knowingly, and Jade nods again, mumbling something like ‘that would be appreciated’

* Nobody knows what happened that night. Not even you do. But Jade came back with a clear head, so it doesn’t matter much.

Floyd:

* Floyd was honestly a little pissed at Grim

* He likes Shrimpy too, but they want to go home, so we should let ‘em.

* When he feels something pulse behind him, he doesn’t get a clear look.

* He’s also screaming, but his screams are somewhere between delight and fear.

* He’s grabbing onto Jade’s ankle to keep them from separating as they fall.

* Once he’s through the portal, he lands face first on top of Jade and Azul, unconscious. He may have hit his head.

* When he first wakes up, he notices his mouth feels different too.

* He also immediately notices Jade standing four feet away and whispering with Trey

* He then notices Azul rocking in a corner, Riddle passed out with a pillow under his head, Leona without his fluffy ears, and Ruggie following You around like a lost puppy.

* He’s not really panicking yet because the fact they’re in a different world separated from their own hasn’t set it

* But let’s be honest, this is pretty fun

* An adventure! With his brother and his takoyaki and his Shrimpy and a few others!

* Maybe this world is more fun?

* So he’s up, wandering around, looking through your stuff.

* He 100% tries on one of your shirts and decides it’s his now.

* He also lays in your bed and reads anything of yours that seems personal

* Letters, diary, postcards, legal documents, whatever.

* “Koebi-Chan? I didn’t know that you liked this~”

* “FLOYD PUT THAT DOWN”

* He also spends his time immediately getting on Riddle’s nerves as soon as he’s awake (see: Riddle’s)

* Once he does realize he’s separate from home, he’s in a dark mood, but he’s more thoughtful than anything. He’s thinking about the things he’s gonna miss, how they could get home, if there’s any way to just see Twisted Wonderland, if there’s something he could do to get his favorite things here.

* Overall he’s not pressed though. He does make Leona play one-on-one basketball though.

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #jade leech #floyd leech #octatrio #octavinelle #heartslabyul #trey clover #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #savanaclaw #twst au #reader insert #romantic or platonic #headcanon #twst headcanons #our world au #twst our world au

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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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My Brother's Best Friend PT 2

This was highly requested guys!! Thank you all so much for the love!! Keep those requests coming guys!! And remember, they don't all have to be for Kenny!!

Warnings!!: NSFW content, strong language, sexual references, mentions of drugs and alcohol. AGED UP CHARACTERS!

The dreaded talk had came, and Stan was not happy, he was infuriated. He felt betrayed, not only by one of his best friends since childhood, but by his own blood too! He couldn't believe that his twin sister was in bed with his best friend, and not just any friend, but Kenny fucking McCormick! Of all the guys in South Park, you chose Kenny. But why?

He couldn't wrap his head around it! His innocent little sister had been tainted by that asshole! He just knew it, Kenny would taint you, get you to fall in love with him, and then dip when he got bored of you. He was a player, he always had been, and Stan was going to prove it!

You hadn't seen your brother for two days, you decided against going home, you were with Kenny the entire time, staying in his parents home with him, and Kenny couldn't believe his eyes. His home was clean, much thanks to you, they had heating and electric for the first time in forever, and the fridge and freezer were full to the brim, you'd spent whatever money you could to help them out, and you were just happy to help. Kenny wasn't used to this, no other girl he'd been with had treated both him and his entire family so amazingly. Karen adored you, and you adored her right back.

Kenny loved domesticated life with you, his mind wandering about what day to day life would be like in the future with you. You were great with kids, so kind, loving, you would make an amazing mother some day, and oh how Kenny hoped you two could be parents together, a small smile on his face.

"What's got you smiling to yourself?" You asked, snapping Kenny from his thoughts as he rose from where he sat on the tattered old couch, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Just thinkin' about our future, babe." He said, and your cheeks flushed, placing a kiss on his lips and running a gentle hand through his fluffy blonde hair.

You were both torn from your loving gazes at each other as your phone began ringing loudly, and you pulled it from your back jeans pocket, sighing as you looked at the screen.

Incoming call from:

Stan 💀

"Do I answer?" You whispered to Kenny, as if Stan could already hear you talking.

"It's your call baby, but we can't avoid him forever, I guess." Kenny said, sitting back where he previously resided on the couch, and you sat beside him, answering on the phone and putting it on speaker.

"Y/n, where are you?" Stan asked, his words slightly slurred, he'd been drinking again.

"I'm in Kenny's. Are you drunk, Stan?" You asked, your tone laced with worry, Stan never knew when enough was enough when it came to alcohol.

"So what if I have? You fucked the biggest man whore in South Park who coincidentally was my BEST FRIEND!" He shouted down the phone, and Kenny took it from your grasp, taking a deep breath before talking.

"Stan, I've actually only slept with three girls, and yes, that's counting your sister! You want her to be happy but you're the only person upsetting her right now. If you think it's okay to scream down the phone at your sister, then you seriously need help dude." He said, his tone calm yet stern, he was standing up for you, and he didn't care who he had to stand up to, he wouldn't let anyone upset or hurt you, and that included your family.

"Help?! I need help?! So you aren't with my sister till the next slut walks along and gives you the eye then?! We've been friends forever, Kenny! You're a player and I am not going to let you hurt my sister! Y/n, I hate that it's had to come to this, but if you don't come home, I'm telling mom and dad where you really are." Stan said before hanging up the call.

You didn't realise you were crying till Kenny wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest and peppering gentle kisses all over your face.

"Shh, Princess, it's okay. No matter what happens we'll deal with this together, okay? They could move you to the other side of the world and I would still come and find you. You're like a drug, I'm completely addicted to you, I want to be with you forever, and if I need a slap from your mom and a punch from your dad to prove that no matter what I'll always be here, then so be it! You're like no one else I've ever known, you're my soul mate, baby. I promise I'll never ever hurt you." Kenny replied, running his hands through your long black hair as you tilted your face to capture his lips in a long kiss.

The walk to your home seemed shorter than usual, and Kenny had gave you one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants to wear as you walked hand in hand together. You reached the front door, pausing as your hand hovered over the door handle, taking a deep breath before walking inside, Kenny following closely behind you.

"Oh darling, you're home!" Sharon said as she ran to you, giving you a long hug and a kiss on your forehead. "And hello, Kenny. What brings you here?" She asked, as your boyfriend unzipped his orange parka and pulled his hood down so he could be better understood when he spoke.

"Actually um... I came to talk to you and Mr Marsh." He said sheepishly. Your mother's eyebrow quirking as she simply nodded in response.

"You both sit, make yourselves at home! I'll go grab Randy." She said, scurrying off to search for wherever you dad was.

"I'm shiting bricks, babe." Kenny said, his hand resting softly on your thigh as you both sat close together on the couch.

"But we can't hide in the shadows forever. Plus Stan's a big cry baby! When he doesn't get his own way he always tells our parents, and then I get in trouble!" You said, burying your head in your hands, sighing in exasperation.

Kenny quickly moved his hand off of your thigh as your parents returned. "Hi dad." You said plainly, a small smile on your face.

"Hello, y/n. You disappeared for a few days to Wendy's, is everything okay?" Randy asked, his eyes scanning over both of you.

"I-I um... Mr and Mrs March, I'm gonna cut to the chase, you're both busy people and I don't want to waste any more of your time... your daughter has been with me the past few days. Stan found us together... in bed and, I guess I'm just rambling but, I want your blessing to keep dating your daughter. She really is a credit to both of you, she's incredibly kind, caring, she's selfless and loving and I really would be lost without her. Please, do we have your blessing?" Kenny asked, his face a dark shade of red as your parents sat wide eyed and open mouthed at both of you.

"How long has this been going on?" Randy asked, and you both averted his gaze, looking at each other.

"Six months, dad." You replied, playing with your hands, picking at your nail beds awaiting a response.

"I FOUND HIM BALLS DEEP IN HER, DAD!" Stan shouted as he made his way downstairs, and both of you swore that you felt both your hearts sink. Of course Stan had to ruin it.

"Do you love him y/n? Does he make you happy?" Your mom asked, a loving smile on her face as she completely ignored the shouts of your twin brother, raising her hand to alert him to shut it.

And you nodded, tears in your eyes. "He treats me like a Princess, mom. And Stan is referring to a few days ago, it was my first time and... he made it special, he made sure I was comfortable, I- I love him." You said as your mom rose from her chair, sitting beside you both and pulling you in for a hug.

"You're nearly eighteen darling, if Kenny makes you happy, then I'm happy! As long as you promise never ever to hurt my daughter, or I'm coming for you." She said, eyes looking to Kenny now as he nodded, a smile on his face.

"I swear to you, Mrs Marsh, I would be a fool to let her go."

"Well, Stan and I still aren't convinced." Your dad chirped in, your smiles fading as he stared at Kenny, and you swore if looks could kill, Kenny would be dead.

"Prove to me that you're worthy of being with my daughter. I'll watch closely how you treat her, what you say and do to her, and if you meet my expectations, then I won't say anything more about it." He said, before rising from his seat, he and Stan leaving the room, gossiping between each other like two stroppy children.

"Why don't you stay with Kenny for a few days, let me talk to your dad and smooth things over, and I'm sure he'll accept your relationship. As for Stan, that may take a little longer. He's extremely protective over y/n." Your mother spoke, and you nodded.

"I'm just gonna grab a few things from my room and then I'll be right back." You said, quickly running upstairs to pack some clothes and a few other things in your backpack.

"I promise, Mrs Marsh, I'm here for the long haul, I wanna make y/n my wife some day. I really do love her." Kenny said, and your mother smiled placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm glad to hear that, Kenny. And please, call me Sharon." She smiled warmly as you came speeding back downstairs.

"Ready to go, darling?" Kenny asked, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your forehead as you nodded in response.

"I'll text you, mom. And thank you, for everything." You said, giving your mom a quick hug before reconnecting hands with Kenny and leaving before Stan or your dad realised you were both leaving.

When you both got back to Kenny's it was eerily quiet, only Karen being in the house, she wasn't old enough to be left alone, she was only eleven, and Kenny swore he was ready to lose his shit, how dare his parents leave his little sister on her own?!

He said he was gonna quickly jump into the shower and then he'd get Karen ready for bed, and you said that you'd help. The younger girl smiled at you as you opened your bag, pulling a pair of pyjamas, you had them for years but never wore them, and you knew Karen would love them, they had little white dogs all over them and they were a dark purple all over.

"Are these for me?" Karen asked, her eyes lighting up as you nodded.

"You like them?" You asked and she nodded happily, running to her bedroom to get changed before reappearing in the living room, a large smile on her face as she ran to you, giving you a tight hug.

"I'm so glad my brother is dating an angel." She said, and your heart swelled at the little girls reactions. She was unbelievably cute, and she deserved so much better than what her parents gave her, so did Kenny.

When Kenny finally appeared from the shower, wearing nothing but boxers and sweatpants he smiled at both of you, before looking at Karen.

"Where'd you get those?" He asked, and Karen pointed to you, a large smile on her face.

"Your angel girlfriend!" She said, as she did a little spin. "Don't I look cute?" She sang as Kenny nodded, laughing gently. "You look adorable as usual, Karen. Now come on, it's your bedtime." He said as she nodded, giving both of you a hug and making her way to her bedroom.

"Goodnight!" She shouted, and you both replied back to her, wishing her sweet dreams.

And as you both sat aimlessly watching television, you could feel Kenny shift on the couch, loving himself closer to you, you knew what he wanted, Kenny had suppressed six months of horniness for you by jacking off to photos of you, and now he had been in your pussy, his hand just wouldn't cut it. You two had slept together a few times from he took your virginity that night, but tonight, Kenny was gonna test your limits, and he smirked, his hand roughly gripping your thigh as he leaned in to place feathery kisses down your cheek, then your neck, his hand moving from your thigh, to the hem of his hoodie that drowned your small body as he slid his hand up to your breast, his fingers teasing your already hardened nipple, making you gasp.

"Not wearing a bra today, baby?" He mewled into your ear, before connecting his lips to yours, pulling you to sit straddling him, both his hands now teasing both your nipples, your breath catching in the back of your throat.

"Thought I'd save you the hassle of having to take it off anyway." You replied, kissing him once more, your make out session heating up by the second.

"I wanna try something new tonight, baby girl. That okay?" Kenny asked, a groan leaving his mouth as you ground your clothed cunt against his painfully hard cock, and that was all the confirmation Kenny needed.

"You wanna cockwarm me?" He asked, as you pulled away from your kiss, you looking at him in confusion.

"I- I'm too innocent to know what that means, Ken."

"You just let keep my dick warm in that warm, tight little pussy of yours. Think you can do it for me, baby?" Kenny whispered in your ear and you nodded in response, your cheeks burning, Kenny was so good at talking dirty, but you didn't know how. Tonight you were going to try something else new, and hopefully it would have a good effect on Kenny too.

Kenny took your hand, leading you to his bedroom as he sat himself on the edge of his bed, patting his knee signalling for you to take a seat. And you did as you were asked, climbing on to his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, and Kenny's lips were glued to your neck the second you sat down, pressing wet kisses and small nips to your neck, quickly pulling your hoodie off your body, his eyes gleaming when he was able to then unclasp your bra and let it fall down your arms, as he threw it to the far side of his bedroom.

"That's better." Kenny replied, a cheeky grin on his face as he took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, suckling gently and earned a soft sigh of pleasure from you. His other hand was attached to your other breast as he gave that nipple just as much attention. He moved his mouth to between your breasts, his head completely surrounded by your tits as he sucked a dark purple hickey on your smooth, pale skin, small moans escaping your mouth.

"Stand up and strip for me, baby." Kenny ordered and leaned back, still sitting up half way, his hands propping him up on the bed as he watched you take your sweatpants off and then your pale pink panties, your pussy already soaked for your boyfriend.

"You really are literal perfection, Princess." Kenny cooed and pulled his own sweatpants and boxers off, his cock springing free from its clothed cage.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Ken." You replied as you made your way back over to him, sitting back on his lap, and you could feel his cock twitch in anticipation. He couldn't wait to be inside you. Lining his cock up with your dripping hole, he slid into you, your head falling back, a moan leaving your puffy red lips. Kenny had a grip like a vice on your hips, pulling you down to sit fully on his cock.

"You like that?" He hummed, a smirk on his face, running his hands through your hair before giving it a rough tug, pulling your head backwards to expose your neck as he licked a long stripe from between your tits right up the front of your throat.

"Yeah, yeah I do like that. But not as much as you'll like this." You responded, a naughty glint in your eyes as you rose your hips upwards and then back down again on Kenny's cock, a moan escaping both of you.

"Oh, so that's how we're gonna play it?" Kenny smirked, bucking his hips up into you as his cock managed even deeper inside you, your eyes welling with tears of pleasure.

"I'm in charge here, baby. And don't you ever forget it, understood?" Kenny replied, lips against your breast, leaving another purple bruise to the growing collection he had already given you.

You were both ravenous for each other, your lips crashing together as your ground your hips down on Kenny's cock, moans leaving both of you, as his hand reached around your throat, applying a small amount of pressure, a small gasp escaping you in response. You never knew choking was one of your turn ons, until now.

"Want me to fuck you like a dirty whore?" Kenny whispered into your ear, another moan leaving you. You thought it was impossible to be any hornier than you already were, but somehow Kenny made you the horniest you'd ever been, and you nodded sheepishly in response to his question.

"Use your words, baby girl. I asked you a question." Kenny said, his hand tightening a little more around your throat as you gasped out as best as you could.

"P-Please, Ken." And he smirked, removing his hand from your throat to grip your breast, giving it a rough squeeze.

"Please what baby?" He pressed further, knowing that you were growing impatient, he could feel your walls pulsating around his agonisingly hard cock.

"P-Please fuck me, Kenny, please!" You pleaded with him, and he scooped you up from where you sat on his lap, holding you tightly around the waist, your legs on either side of his body as he pinned you against the wall, before roughly starting to fuck into you.

Your moans were sinful, and Kenny swore he would remember them in every lifetime, your cunt was dripping for him, and he needed more of you, and you needed more of him too, every single inch he had to offer you.

You were both coated in a thin layer of sweat as he kept up his merciless pace, his head buried between your tits due to the angle he was fucking you. Kenny wasn't bothering to be quiet anymore, his low moans and groans mingling with your own high pitched cries for him.

"C-Can I cum, Kenny?" You moaned out, and he nodded, panting and moaning himself.

"Cut for me, slut." Was all you needed to hear as you let yourself go, your orgasm crashing around you as your pussy tightened, moaning your lovers name over and over and pulling Kenny into his own orgasm, he gave a few hard, sloppy thrusts into you before you felt his load fill you up both of you moaning out for each other, both of your panting, sweating messes.

Kenny gently say you down on the bed, running to the bathroom to grab you a towel to clean yourself up, and he cleaned himself up too, before pulling on his boxers and laying beside you.

You just about managed to pull your panties on and throw on one of Kenny's tees before cuddling into your partners side.

"That was incredible, Ken. I love you." You whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, and he returned your kiss back, his touch now so gentle compared to mere moments ago.

"It was, baby. I love you too." Kenny said, his arms tightly wrapped around your small frame, both of you slowly beginning to drift off into dreamland together.

Sorry it took a while guys!! I've had a lotta things going on lately, but I hope you guys enjoy this!! I've lots more requests coming out!!

#kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick smut #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny south park #kyle south park #eric cartman #stan south park #south park #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #south park smut #south park x y/n #south park fandom #south park x reader #fanfic #smut

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thewebcomicsreview · 7 months

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So, I know I teased that I'd resume liveblogging Homestuck 2, but to be honest this was a fairly uneventful upd8. Which, honestly, might be for the best considering it's been three years since the last page and the story is a complete mess. Gotta ease us back into this shit. Still, some thoughts.

Dirk and Rose are still creating their own species for their SBURB game they're making. Rose's creature here looks an awful lot like the Horrorterrors, implying that Rose is going to create the very creatures that set her on a dark path to begin with, which is a very Homestuckian twist. It also looks a lot like Rose's Light Symbol

Which is actually a really clever repurposing of some of the original Homestuck iconography, as well as an indication that someone somewhere on the new team remembers that classpects exist, which is one of the bits of The Lore that the EU had always glossed over even though Classpects were arguably more popular that trolls.

There is a lot of art in this update. That seems like a weird observation to make about a comic, but under the old team there was a lot of walls of text, and this update has almost a superfluous amount of panels (more than the previous two chapters combined!), which kind of feels like a statement, or maybe a flex.

Speaking of statements, another criticized decision of the old writing team was that chapters would feel compelled to only focus on one set up characters and thus feel overlong. So this two-panel cutaway to Alt!Calliope's ship and then cutting to yet a third scene also feels kind of statement-y.

"I was the bitches?" is the line people are quoting, but I like how Sollux claims to be friends with "every woman" John has ever slept with, a category that consists of exactly one (1) woman. I also like how John's proof of non-virginity is that he has "a house full of pictures of him", both because it's a weird thing to cite and also because he's forced a few lines later to admit it isn't even technically true since he doesn't have a house anymore. Truly, he was the bitches. The entire John/Sollux conversation is...extremely strange, to be honest. There's something weird about it, though it's at least brisk.

I also like John referring to Aradia as "that creepy alive girl", as if being alive is weird, when he's alive and talking to a dude who's al-

Is Sollux alive, actually, or a ghost? I can't remember, let me check the wiki.

God, this comic is fucking stupid sometimes, even before the EU.

#Homestuck #Homestuck 2

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gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot · 1 month

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Okay so this is prob a baldur's gate 3 spoiler so if you haven't # out that tag, then uh? Yes.

This is also obviously a rant.

So I'm on my 4th playthrough, and my take on the guardian/ emperor changed. Very. Fast. And not in a very nice way.

So the first time I was in love with my guardian, I was in a romance with Astarion, but holy shit I would give the world to my guardian, so yes u can imagine my fucking heartbreak of the moment I saw him, like I had to stop gaming cuz I felt so betrayed.

And then I obviously were just hurt and whatever but nice about it to him.

Then I decided I would actually romance him as my second character, mage dude, and well....

Things happened, and I got the same story he had like "Nobody knew who I was, I had so many friends" bleh bleh, and I remember feeling pretty like 🤨 when bone daddy- I mean Withers, said that mindflayers don't have souls like? Excuse you what about the emperor??

And I ofc slept with him, which u can do, and I obviously don't kink shame if you're into it, but i was not

I was hiding my face, peeking through my fingers, and then just regret everything ever.

And like? Romance was fine, and I didnt turn into a mindflayer at the end, cuz I was also dating Karlach and well... can't be a mindflayer then.

And the whole thing that HE was the founder of Baldur's gate? That HE IS him??? Honestly?

At that point I felt even more upset, and disgusted. Not only cuz of what he did, but just... him. And ugh. (I didn't do that quest the first time, cuz I didn't know)

Then come me as durge...

First of all... I've never loved a character more, maybe Gage from fallout 4, than my durge, a queen like wow💅🏻

And with her I was just done with the emperor, like... I expected him to be the same, ya know?

But no.

No.

He was NOT!!!! the same.

And this game have sent me on so many rollercoasters I wanna lie down and never get up

I feel so betrayed? So... stupid I feel so fucking stupid, cuz Withers SAYS mindflayers don't have souls?? And I????? Believe this tentacle monster????? Like wtf

And then only to learn that his "friends" were actually NOT???? But basically possessed to "hang out" with him?

And yeah he claims that he ate "only criminals" but how do we know??? If he lied about that? He probably ate other people too, he probably didn't even spiderman/batman himself around like he said/showed us he did.

As I played more and more durge I just felt disgusted and a fool, like?? I do talk, rant, to friends and yes even family, when I'm either yay obsessed about the game/character or to upset rant, and everybody knows about the beginning and end and on actually how much this hurt and I know its so stupid

But o m g I am so??? UGH

I hate him, like I fr fr fr hate him.

I'm playing as a Githyanki now, and I'll find out how that works out, but bruh.

Istg if I find out more shocking things, I will just nap for 3 days...

And I'm trying to stay as much gith as I can, but also how mellow my dude is, but yeah...

I fucking hope I don't have more to add to this, cuz that's gonna be in all capital letters istg

#gaming #gaming rant #baldur's gate 3 mindflayer #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #bg3 spoilers #spoilers #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 tav #baldur's gate 3 durge #bg3 oc #bg3 emperor #baldur's gate 3 emperor #baldur's gate 3 guardian

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gamerwoo · 1 year

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hansol: the lovers playlist

characters: hansol x female reader

genre/warnings: idol au, best friends to strangers, getting over a ‘breakup’, angst but it’s like fulfilling angst, mentions of sex but nothing explicitly happens, reader fucks lmao

word count: 1,210

summary: when you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell

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a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics, things written in plain bold are in english, and things in plain italics are a flashback that takes place where the last part left off and then it jumps forward to a few months later

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“Can I let you in on a secret?” Kino smirked.

Hansol saw the way he was looking and he knew it was something juicy. He was never one to gossip -- neither of them were -- so this kind of piqued Hansol’s interest. They were best friends, after all. Kino knew Hansol wouldn’t tell a soul.

“Yeah, what’s up, man?” Hansol nodded once toward him.

The pair had been working on a song, and it was a bit more on the spicier side. Which was why Kino decided to bring this little ‘fun fact’ up.

“This song is about someone,” he admitted.

Hansol chuckled, “Yeah, I figured.”

“No, but like... Dude, I don’t think I’ve met someone like her in my life.”

“I’d take it she was good,” Hansol nodded, figuring it would be left at that.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about her since,” Kino admitted, letting out a breath of air. “And...I mean, I remembered you two were friends so I was kinda gonna ask if maybe she’s talked about me...?”

Hansol raised a brow as he studied his best friend, “Who is it?”

“______.”

Now, as Hansol looked at you, months after Kino’s confession, he didn’t even know what to think. You slept with his best friend -- not only that, but he now knew you were the best one-night-stand Kino ever had, which made him feel...things.

You, however, felt...not much. You surprised yourself as you walked into the venue, only feeling the typical nerves you got before performing and such, rather than the added-on anxiety of knowing you’d have to see Hansol. Maybe Mira playing various fuck-you-type breakup songs helped. Or maybe you were just...over it now. Maybe you were finally over Hansol.

The fact that you managed to walk by Seventeen on the way to your seats, bowing politely like you would to anyone else as you passed, would confirm that maybe that was it. Your eyes skimmed over the 13 boys as you passed, but that was it. You went to your seat and sat down between Mira and June like nothing happened.

So you didn’t see the way Hansol’s gaze followed you. But the few girls walking behind you did, and they smirked and giggled as they leaned over to tell the rest of the group the gossip. When it did finally reach you, Mira snorted as she listened it.

Despite not feeling anything about seeing Hansol, you were anxious about one thing that had to do with him: your group and his were both nominated for Song of the Year. You had to admit, you’d be a little salty if your group didn’t win, but you didn’t want to win just to beat Hansol. It was bigger than that -- it meant more than that.

So when it got time to announce the winner, your leg was bouncing nervously as you clutched June’s hand while she clung to you in anxiousness. A few members -- like Mira -- tried to play it cool and seem unbothered. But you couldn’t hide how tense you were about the results.

“And...” the announcer began as she opened the envelope slowly, “the winner of Song of the Year is...”

“Dude!” Mira burst into your room, sounding like she was amused about something.

You groaned as light from the hallway streamed in. You were planning on sleeping in since you didn’t get home from the afterparty until late, but Mira apparently had different ideas.

“Dude, wake up!” she insisted as she jumped onto the edge of your bed. “Look at this, I’m dying!”

You sat up and rubbed your eyes as Mira shoved her phone in your face. You had to blink a few times for your eyes to adjust, but then you could see a Tiktok was on the screen, specifically of you -- apparently. Your face was what it was paused on. Your eyes glanced down to the caption for some context, but all you read was ‘Victory is the sweetest revenge’ with a bunch of hashtags for you and your group, as well as...Seventeen and Hansol?

Like with most idols, there were rumors. The rumors used to be that you and Hansol were dating, but now that the two of you hadn’t interacted in months, those rumors had changed. Most fans seemed to suspect there was some sort of beef, and while some thought of it as some funny ongoing joke -- like the Jimin x Jeongyeon rumors -- others seemed to take sides despite not knowing what could’ve happened. The only context they’d gotten was that one time Hansol claimed both of you were just busy, but that wasn’t much to go off of.

“Ready?” Mira asked.

“Mm,” you hummed groggily, rubbing one eye that suddenly got gunky from the sleepies in your eyes.

Mira tapped the screen, and you recognized the song playing faintly in the background underneath the talking.

‘Tomorrow you'll be thinkin' to yourself; yeah, where'd it all go wrong? But the list goes on and on.’

The talking was Hansol’s voice, as various photos and clips of the two of you together flashed across the screen. His voice was from that fancall when a fan asked why the two of you hadn’t hung out as often. But then it cut off, and the music played at full volume.

‘And truth be told, I miss you.’

It played a slowed-down clip of you and Hansol together in your car, eating Mcflurries together. The two of you turned to look at each other, both of you with your spoons in your mouths as your faces started to break out into smiles.

‘And truth be told, I’m lyin’.’

You watched a somewhat-blurry video from the night before at the award show, zoomed in on Hansol bowing to you as you walked by before he turned his head to watch you walk away.

As the chorus kicked in, you heard the announcer call your group’s name into the microphone at the award show for Song of the Year. It flashed to an HD clip -- one of the cameramen must’ve gotten this shot, but you didn’t know that until now -- of Hansol and the two members on either side of him, looking at the stage and politely clapping with a small but genuine smile on his face. Still, something in his eyes seemed...off.

And then it flashed to a clip of your group on the stage to accept the award, but the person zoomed in so it was just you. You were grinning out at the crowd, and you looked so happy and amazed and proud.

“Look, I get you’re over Hansol now,” Mira said after pausing the video again when it started over from the beginning, “but like... I dunno, that video gave me chills.”

And while the award meant more to you than rubbing something in Hansol’s face or getting one-up on him, it did still feel kind of good to know that Hansol had to see you doing better again. He’d already seen you at your lowest, and that was the last time he had really seen you. You could finally show that you were okay, and he wasn’t going to break you.

That was also a win.

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jakowskis · 1 month

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Day 1 - How did you first get into Torchwood?

fdhkf ok ok so basically. i do not remember exactly what happened. this happens to me often like i can never remember what i came across that first got me into the media. with torchwood i at least know it was the fact that everyone was bi, but i dont rmr if i saw a post about it, or if i was fucking around on tvtropes or something - i legit cannot remember. i remember seeing a gifset of gay torchwood kisses p early on, but i dont think that was like the inciting incident? that mighta come about when i was doing research into the alleged fruitiness FHSJDFKDS. i do know i've been aware of jack as a character for at least a decade, like i'd heard of the harkness test + i was aware that he was 'that slutty doctor who guy', and also, coincidentally, in the fandom i was in in 2015, someone wrote a crossover fic where my fav slept with jack and ianto and i read it 😭 had no idea who they were, i hopefully at least googled them but fhsdjkf. but anyway i was like 'ooh a show with an all bisexual cast? color me intrigued.' i'd never touched dw either, i had friends who liked it when i was in middle school but i always saw it as kinda dorky fhsdkj (namely cuz my friends were dorks), but yeah, i was reeled in by the concept of sci-fi bisexuals. but not fully! it was in like 'yeah ill put that on my watchlist and get around to it in 2 yrs' territory

but then, as im looking into it, i realize owen's played by burn gorman, who i only knew from pac rim, which i'd fixated on briefly in 2018, riiiight before pru came out. my pr fixation p much revolved entirely around newt; i liked newmann, but i didn't get super into it. hermann himself was kind of an afterthought, i wasn't big on him at the time. anyway i saw owen and recognized hermann's actor, and my initial reaction was like "WHAT DO U MEAN HERMANN FUCKING GOTTLIEB'S IN THE SLUTTY BISEXUAL SHOW??? THIS I MUST SEE! HERMANN GOTTLIEB KISS MEN REAL NOT CLICKBAIT?!?!?!!??" and that was literally the thing that made me watch it. LAWL and the first few eps were so damn jarring bc i continued to just associate owen with hermann initially. and worse yet, ive now developed a hefty crush on burn himself lmao, i think he's gorg and ive watched a lot of his stuff, but before i got into torchwood i only knew him from PR and i didnt find hermann attractive or even rlly compelling in the slightest (this has changed significantly; im in my hermann era as a pr fan. newt who). so it was also a lot of "WTF WHY IS HE HOT??? HUH???? DUDE NO WAY." it's since lost its novelty, but it was very jarring + amusing to me at first, trying to reconcile owen n hermann. its like if u ran into ur frumpy weird professor at leather night and he was the twink of ur dreams FDSKJFHDSKJFDSK

yeah so then i watched the show and it fucking smacked me over the head with a shovel bc its so fucking bad but its so fucking good. and very quickly my view of owen went from "wait a mf second why is not-hermann kind of 🫦 hiii mean slutty hermann hiii" to "wait. oh hes fucked up. oh hes sad. oh no i love him" to him being my third favorite character of all time. fff. but more on that tomorrow! hehehehe

#tdot #txt #some of these will be short i promise but a lot of them will probs be. rambly n ridic like this HFSDKF sowwy

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yoke9494 · 11 months

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Soft like a Plushie. 🧸 (HanmaXReader)

!!NO MINORS. NSFW!!

* pt 1 out of two. (Hanma pt 1. Baji/Kazutora pt 2.)

(Tiny bit of Chifuyu in the beginning)

*Curvy/Chubby reader

*Pet shop Tora and Chifuyu (Chifuyu's a bit of a pervert)

*Single mom reader

*loss of virginity

*OOC Hanma??

* characters are aged 17+ in the past.

🛑Tw: Bullying, Body shaming. The reader is compared to a pig multiple times.🛑

💕 Always remember, You are you and no one can compare. We are all beautiful in our own way. Love yourself. And always know, I will love you when you can't... I'm yo momma now child. And you are all perfect to me. 💕

Not proofread. 😅

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"Can you speak or what old man?"

Chifuyu stood at the register, gaze locked on his childhood best friend, his captain..

"Baji?"

Baji's brows furrowed. "Huh?.. My name's not Baji. It's L/n Kellen. Are you high or something?"

Chifuyu shook his head. Kellen? Not Keisuke ... L/n not Baji.. But this kid looked so much like him.

He had long black hair, but a little shaggy.. Menacing eyebrows, fanged teeth, the same mischievous smile.. But the longer he looked he also noticed the kids eyes were e/c and his nose was shaped a little differently than his old Captain..

The boy clicked his tongue. "Momma! They don't have it. This old dude over here is just trying to groom me or something!"

Chifuyu's eyes widened. "Hey, wait! I'm not doing that! I just thought--"

He was cut off by a woman's voice. Soft and sweet. "Kellen stop yelling in the damn store."

Chifuyu's breath hitched. He was too into the order sheets to notice you when you first walked in with this kid.. Was he yours? Nah, he had to be your kid brother or something.

You smiled at him. Cute round face, plump soft lips..

"Sorry about my son." You pulled out your phone and showed him a picture. "He's been running around looking for these cat treats. We can't find them anywhere."

Chifuyu's shoulders dropped. Your kid had a spoiled cat for sure because those were their best selling ones. He sold the last bag this morning.

Swallowing down his nervousness he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. We just sold the last one this morning. The shop won't be restocked till Tuesday."

Kellen sighed. "We have to find another store ma.."

You shook your head. It was already getting late and you still needed to make dinner. Then get ready for your night shift.. "Sorry Kel. They're going to have to be satisfied with this one."

You placed a generic version of the treats for the owner to ring up. He looked like he was trying not to listen while Kellen whined.

"Mom! They won't eat it!"

Turning away to face your son, you pinched the bridge of your nose. You were tired from your shift this morning and Kellen wasn't helping.

He was a good kid when he wanted to be but he quickly got you to that overstimulated point. "Enough Kel. They're stray cats, they'll be grateful with what you give them. These are cheaper anyways..."

Chifuyu's heart broke. The boy cared for strays too.. It was getting too much, he wanted to cry.

Kellen looked up at you and softened his heated gaze. You looked tired. You worked two jobs just to keep a roof over your heads and to keep him clothed and fed. He's not even sure you actually slept..

Poor Momma.. He loved you very much but he wasn't going to tell you that. He couldn't be mushy because he was the man of the house. (Not really, but he likes to think it) He was the one who should be keeping you safe and happy, besides you only get one momma..

That's why his brows pinched together when the old dude started smiling at you a little too much. He was going on about wanting a number or an email so he could let you know when the treats came in. And you were dumb enough to fall for it!

(It was only your email. One you hardly had time to check..)

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Chifuyu waved as you started walking out with your son. He felt like a pervert when his eyes traveled to your backside. What God made you?! Round ass that had a slight jiggle, the way your jeans hugged every inch.. Your thighs! They'd look nice around his waist while he fu---

He let out a small gasp when a little middle finger made itself visible on your lower back. Kellen was basically pushing you out of the store while he glared at Chifuyu. But of course you didn't see it because Kellen mentioned he wanted to hurry home because he was getting hungry.

Chifuyu was so red. He'd put a strawberry to shame. What was wrong with him?! He oggled over you like you were a piece of meat and he was a starving dog! He really needed to find someone to love...

Too into his thoughts he failed to notice the back door opening. Kazutora huffed as he hauled in a heavy box full of new dog bowls. "A little help?"

Chifuyu didn't move an inch.

"HEY!!"

Chifuyu jumped and looked at his struggling friend. "Oh shit! Sorry!"

Kazutora noticed Chifuyu was pink all over. "What's wrong with you? Are you constipated again?"

"Huh?! No!"

Tora laughed, "Okay. You don't need to yell."

Chifuyu shook his head. "Sorry.- I just--... I think I may be in love?"

Again Kazutora laughed. "What's his name?"

Chifuyu gave him a dead panned look. "Fuck you! SHE was an angel! So damn curvy with a round cute face, her voice was so soft!.. She-- Wait! I didn't even ask for her name! Fuck!!"

Kazutora just stared at him. "Calm down it's not the end of the world."

Chifuyu thought for a second. "Damn, all I can remember is their last name."

"Their?"

He nodded. "She had a kid with her. I thought it was her brother or something since she looks pretty young but it was her son... L/n Kel?-- Kellen! He was looking for cat treats! You should have seen him too, I swear he looked just like--"

Kazutora cut him off. "Baji? Or me?"

Chifuyu's eyes widened. "Yeah! Wait- how did you know?! Don't tell me you know her?! Wait! Did you just say you??"

Kazutora had a lost look on his face. "Uh..Wait."

He walked away while Chifuyu stood there dumbfounded. "Huh?"

Kazutora wasn't even gone for a minute. He came back with a shoe box. Something he left under his desk for safe keeping.

Chifuyu peaked over his shoulder. It was full of letters, all from Kazutora's time in prison.

"Did you see which way she walked? Or the car she had?"

He furrowed his brows. "No but she gave me her email? For when we have the cat treats in stock."

He held up the paper, only for Kazutora to swipe it out of his hands.

"Hey! You'll lose it-"

A yellow envelope was placed into his hand. Chifuyu was awed at the little drawing on the corner. A Small blue cat silhouette was chasing a mouse..

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

Kazutora didn't even glance his way. He brought out his phone and began writing an email. He's been looking for you ever since he got out. Only to run into dead ends.

"Read it Chifuyu..."

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Kazutora felt like he was being judged. The shop was closed long ago but Chifuyu stayed in his spot and just stared..

"I can't-- you and Baji? Baji and you.. To that poor angel?--- What was she doing with that asshole?"

Kazutora shrugged. " No clue, but that's how we first met her. Listen, we were stupid okay. You know during the whole Valhalla thing-- We were stupid teenagers who saw a pretty girl and thought with their dicks... She gave her consent though! We didn't do anything to hurt her or against her will."

Chifuyu shook his head. A little disappointed in both of them. Baji wasn't the smartest at times but how could he be so carless? Why didn't he say anything? Did he know? Surely if he did, he'd still be here.. "Well, at least we know he's not yours. I mean, he was almost a perfect copy of Baji. Just his mom's eyes and nose." (*And a lighter version of you if you are POC. 🤎)

Kazutora felt a little disappointed.. but he shoved that down because that meant at least they had a small piece of Baji still walking around on this earth.

"I hope she checks her email soon.."

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(Let's take you back to the beginning.. Age 17.)

The bell that marked the end of the day rang about 20 minutes ago. But here you stood in the bathroom trying to clean your stained face. Your father had sent you a makeup kit for your birthday.

Well more like his new wife sent it to you.. He most likely forgot.

You spent all weekend practicing. At first you looked like a clown but eventually you got the hang of it. For once you felt pretty. You were actually excited to come to school as the new you!

But that didn't last long.. The same people who made your life miserable saw it as an opportunity to break your spirit a little more today.

You could handle the names all the girls called you. Piggy, Pork chop, Fatty. You've always been a little bigger than others, even your own mother called you something similar. After a while it didn't hurt so much.

The boys were a different story though. They were a little meaner... Mentally but more physically.

You hated the school uniforms. The skirt was above your knees and the shirts were too tight. Your mother hated that she had to pay extra when it came to your clothes.

Your thighs would be constantly pinched. Your breast would be grabbed. They harshly poked at your stomach or tried to reach under your skirt to grab your ass or as they like to call it "bacon".. All while making oinking noises..

Every teacher you told looked the other way. When you told your mother she basically laughed.

"Look at you. What boy in their right mind would bother? Stop lying for attention."

That's why when a new guy stopped you in the halls and asked if you could help him.

You ran the other way, you were slowly developing a fear of the male gender...

You left the poor guy shocked and alone.. That was the last of him.

NOT!

The guy kept bothering you.. You didn't have many friends, after constantly getting bullied, you ended up just keeping to yourself. You didn't trust anyone at all, male or female.

But the guy kept trying to sit with you while you ate lunch. He tried to walk you home. He tried to ask for your number or if you'd like to hang out on the weekend.

You kept telling him no. You told him to leave you alone because you knew he was just messing with you.

Probably a dare or something stupid...

He was fit and tall. He had dark brown hair and eyes. He was smart and handsome. It had to be a trick!

And it was...

After your torment you walked home with your head down. Eyes swollen from crying, a bit of smudged black liner under your eyes. You felt like a sad fat raccoon..

Your body had hit something hard and you stumbled back. You were about to say sorry but a familiar mocking snort made you look up.

5 guys stood in front of you with teasing smirks.

"Awe poor piggy. Did you bruise your bacon?"

"Look at the cracks her fat ass made on the sidewalk!!"

And what didn't shock you the body you ran into was the same guy who constantly bothered you. When it came to sensing when people were lying to you, well you were a champ. You've never been wrong..

He smiled down at you and kicked at your thigh. Trying to flip your skirt over. You flinched and held it down.

Usually you'd talk back, you'd fight back.. but today-- today you just felt hopeless. They could hear it in your voice. "Please just leave me alone. I just want to go home.."

You slowly tried to get back up..

"Aww what's wrong?"

One of the guys pushed you back down to the sidewalk by your shoulders. The one in front of you pushed your nose up with his finger to imitate a pig's snout.

All phones pointed at you as he began to sing a mocking song. 🎶"I got a knife, I got a fork. All I need is some pork, pork, pork.."🎶 it was a stupid song, usually you'd just roll your eyes and run home.. But the second they started making oinking noises, tears started to flow and your blood boiled..

You were at your breaking point.

You bit the inside of your cheek and made a fist. One of them noticed.

"Aww! Look we made piggy mad!"

"You think she'll start sizzling?"

The guy in front of you playfully pulled at your tear stained cheeks. "Oin--"

He didn't get to finish his insult. Instead...

He doubled over and began to cough. His fit grew so violent that he began to gag.

The other males just stood there with their mouths hung open... Your fist flew to the guys crotch so fast. They were all sure they heard a *pop* when you hit him. Was it his balls? Did they shatter? Or did you break your fingers?

"I fucking hate you! I hate all of you!"

You got up while the guy was on his knees. Your heel connected to his jaw and he flew back.

The males watched you for a good few seconds as you began to beat their friend with you bag. His face rapidly swelled from all the heavy books you carried around.

One finally snapped out of his daze. "You fat little bitch!--"

You felt hands grab onto your hair but they never pulled? When you fully turned around your eyes went wide.

What was this thing standing over them?

The other males were laid out on the ground. All groaning in pain or unconscious. You couldn't see what he looked like but you could tell he was a lanky one.

He held the guy (who you assumed had tried to yank you by your hair) by the neck. He let out a teasing giggle. "Hey now, that's not very nice. You should apologize to the pretty girl yeah?."

You backed away when your eyes landed on his tattooed hands. 'Sin and punishment?'

Nobody in your school had tattoos like that. Great, another crazy one...

(Like you just didn't almost beat one of them to death with a math book..)

A groan left someone's mouth when you backed up and stepped on their hand.

The guy turned and smiled at you. "Where ya going princess? ♡"

Fuck this, and fuck that.

You ran... All the way home.

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You learned his name was Hanma Shuji..

How? Well after that day he didn't leave you alone.

You did the same song and dance with this one.. "Leave me alone." "No thank you." "I can walk by myself." "I have to go home." "I don't want your candy, that's how you wake up in a tub of ice with your kidney missing."

He didn't fall for it. Everytime you turned he was there. Every morning he was in front of your house. Every day after school he was waiting by the gates..

Funny thing was, no one really bothered you anymore. And you were sure it was because of him. The girls who made fun of you always ran the other way, the boys didn't look at you but you did notice a few black eyes and broken arms..

What did Hanma want from you?

You kept your head down as Hanma slowly followed you home on his motor bike. He's been trying to get you to ride with him for 3 days now.

"Come on. I won't go fast." (Lies)

You shook your head. "I'm too heavy. Don't you have somewhere to be?"

He shrugged. "Not right now. Come on. Get on and I'll take you somewhere?"

You stopped and looked at him. Hanma wasn't bad looking, you really liked his eyes. He had a goofy smile and big ears and weird hair.. but you found it all cute. He was too cute.. Which is why you weren't falling for it.

You sighed. "Listen, just lie to your friends and say you did whatever it is they dared you to do. Get your money or bragging rights, whatever.. You don't have to keep bothering with me and pretending to be nice.."

He tilted his head.. There was that smile again.. "You're not a bother? And I don't need money. I'm just trying to hang out with you."

You rolled your eyes. He was good at lying. "Why? So we can look like the number 10 when we stand by each other? You don't even know me. I've never seen you before, you don't go to my school.. Just go away."

His smile dropped. "Well if you let me I would have known you better by now. I had to get your name from some dude I beat up.. And it's cause I think you're cute. Like a soft plushie you get in one of those claw machines y'know."

That was a first... "Uh, thank you? I think?"

He smirked. "You're welcome! Now, get on or I'll get off and make you. ♡"

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Where you were Hanma wasn't far behind. Even if he wasn't physically there, someone from Valhalla was acting as his eyes and ears when it came to you.. (but you didn't know that)

Speaking of Valhalla...

You knew he was in a gang but that was about it. It was fine, for the first time you felt like you had a friend. Even though he was a little scary, liked to beat up people for fun, a little mean-- Okay. He was just mean, mean.. But it was never aimed twords you so you looked the other way.

Even though you still didn't fully understand why he liked being around you. This friendship could work...

Or so you thought?

Hanma only confused you further when he took you out for ice cream. Even though he never made a snarky remark about how much you ate or anything. It took you a while to get comfortable enough to eat in front of him. Which he didn't understand because he ate twice as much as you did every time.

(Where did it all go?...)

Too into your ice cream you didn't notice Hanma staring at you. Having already finished his, he noticed a roge sprinkle get stuck in the side of your lip. You weren't a dirty girl so you reached for a napkin but he wasn't having any of that.

You gasped when he licked the side of your mouth. When you didn't pull away he took that as an okay to go farther..

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Hanma was experience when it came to this stuff, but you? Not so much. The day he took you out for ice cream was your first kiss together. It was probably the 100th one for Hanma but the very first for you.

That kiss turned into longing touches, holding hands, and more heavy things...

Hanma took every chance he could to get you in his lap. He always ignored the small protests and words of you saying you were "too heavy".

He usually shut you up when he turned you around and had you grinding against him. Every time you squirmed he dug his nails into your plush thighs and kept you right where you belonged. Using you to get himself off. It's not like you ever complained though, 1. You liked it and 2. the feeling of someone (who looked like Hanma) wanting you was enough to send your tiny ego on overdrive. And that sadistic side of him liked the fact he had a cute girl wrapped around his finger.

It was fine...

But after a while, it wasn't enough for him and he was getting bored... Well, more like impatient.

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It was the weekend and you were home... Alone. Again.

Your mother had gone out on a date that probably ended up with her going to his house or a sleezy hotel.

How much do you wanna bet that this one was already married too?... They always were..

You haven't heard from Hanma all day but you quickly learned that's usually expected of him. He usually went M.I.A for a day or two but you always got some form of apology.

(A teddy bear that he probably stole, snacks he took from someone. He always claimed he thought of you though..)

But sometimes you couldn't help but think...

What the hell does he do? Is it gang stuff? Is he with other girls? Could you be mad about that? It's not like you labeled whatever this was between the two of you. He still treated you like he usually did, only with extra touching?

' Maybe he found someone skinnier to hang out with? '

You shook your head. It's been a while since you put yourself down. You could hear Hanma scolding you in your head.*"How many times do I have to tell you to knock that shit off? You're perfect for someone like me. That's all you need."* Then he'd flick your forehead and move on.

He wasn't the greatest with words but at least he tried..

You made a face a rubbed between your brows. It was like he was actually there..

And he was... Ish?

Eventually you got tired of waiting up for your mom. She was grown and had her own key. If she stumbled down the steps you'll hear about it in the morning.

You were in between consciousness and dream land when loud *Taps* made you jump. You looked at your window but no one was there. You're mind automatically went to the boogie man..

You shook your head and scoffed. "Come on Y/n.. You're too old to be thinking like that. It's probably just the neighbors.."

But that kind of thinking didn't help since you shut your eyes tight and threw your blanket over your head.

*Tap, tap, tap*

' Boogie man, boogie man, Slenderman! '

They seemed to have gotten louder...

"Y/n open the damn sliding door!"

..... That wasn't your mom! It sounded like...

You jumped out of bed so fast. What was he doing here?!

You rounded the corner to the living room, sure enough, a tall silhouette stood in front of the door leading to the balcony. A low glow lit up his face when he took a drag from his cigarette.

You slid open the door and whisper yelled like your mom was home and she'd find you with a boy and laugh.. "What are you doing here-- How did you even get up here Hanma?! I'm on the 5th floor!"

He shrugged. "Fire escape. It's a good thing too. The one at the bottom was stuck from rust, I could have just saved your life." He laughed at your lost face before dropping his smoke and stepping on it. "You gonna let me in Princess or was all that climbing for nothing.?"

You looked cute when you scrambled away from the door and let him in. He looked around.

The space was nice and clean, even though it was dark he could see a bit of everything thanks to the light from the fish tank you had.

One loney gold fish in a huge tank? Weird...

He walked towards the hall. "Which ones yours?"

Before you could answer his eyes locked onto a f/c door. It was decorated with stickers and a small poster. "Nevermind, found it!"

He walked straight in and giggled when he turned on the light. "How cute."

Your room was really... You? Hanma honestly didn't know what he was expecting. He half expected to see a lot of school stuff, math posters, cute girly things and all that crap.

Nope.

He flopped on your bed and sighed. It was soft and smelled just like you. He looked up and saw you still standing at your door way. "Why you being shy? Want me to leave?"

You shook your head. "No! But uhm? What are you doing here? It's not that I don't want you here but you usually text me-- and my mom--"

His laugh cut you off. "I missed you. Plus I wasn't busy so, here I am. And I just happened to see your stumbling mom going into a bar a while ago. I didn't want my girl to be home all alone."

You rolled your eyes. Of course she was out drinking. It's not like you needed her tomorrow or anything- so much for spending the day together. Why couldn't she just love you? When your dad was around she-- nevermind. That life is over now.. If you ever had kids, you'd never put them last..

"Hey. Come here."

You looked up. Hanma still laid on your bed. Right in the middle of it.. His long limbs making your full sized bed look tiny.

You finally stepped into your own room. Hesitantly walking up to the side of your bed.

Hanma grabbed the end of your night shirt and twisted the fabric around his finger. It just rested at the middle of your thighs. "You always sleep like this?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I sleep hot so it's comfortable.. I can change-"

"Did I tell you to change?"

You shook your head. "No-- but- You haven't seen this much of me.. I don't even have a bra on. It's not right--"

Hanma clicked his tongue.

"Lay with me."

You furrowed your brows. "Can you move over then? You're taking up all the room."

He shook his head and tapped his thigh. "Sit right here."

You opened your mouth but he cut you off. "Don't you dare start that "I'm ToO HeAvY" shit. Sit on me Y/n."

You grumbled under your breath and tried not to embarrass yourself as you climbed on top of him. "You don't need to be so mean about it."

He let out his teasing giggle. "I have to be a little mean. It's the only way you'll listen."

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Sitting turned into a heavy make out session. That session turned into you grinding against his thigh, him doing the same to you..

It didn't take long for Hanma to end up on top of you, a place he's been dreaming of being... Right between your thick thighs.

The head of his cock slowly enters your wet folds. Pushing up against your tight entrance.

Your hands covered your face as you let out a small pained yelp.

That wouldn't do.. He wanted to see everything. But you were so embarrassed! You had begged him to turn off the lights when he yanked your shirt off and sucked in your nipples like a starved child, leaving marks to remind you that you were his. You begged him not to look when your underwear was torn and thrown to the side, twitching from just him spreading you open to see what was about to belong to him. You apologized over and over again when your plush thighs squeezed around his poor head, but Hanma never stopped his tongue from attacking your clit, he never slowed his fingers that curled deep inside of you.. Not until he had you cumming in his mouth. Sweet like the candy he always brought over when he apologized for leaving you by yourself for so long..

Sin and Punishment grabbed your own hands and pinned them to the side of you head. He wanted to see every face you made for him, hear every little sound. (And secretly making sure he doesn't hurt you anymore then he has to.)

"Tell me if I need to stop okay?" A small lie to make you more comfortable. His head was just pushing into your entrance and he could tell you were struggling.

All you could do was nod.

"Deep breath for me baby, relax for me.."

The second the air of your hot room filled your lungs you felt him slowly push in. You were so wet it was no trouble for him, treating it like a bandaid and shoving himself in one go. Why prolong the pain and make you suffer by taking his time? He knew what to do, he's done this many times before. The only strange thing was, he didn't really care about their comfort.. but you?

Your chest was rapidly rising and falling. He kissed away the tears that managed to slip from your waterline. He was dying to move! Your warm walls sucking him in, struggling to get used to the foreign object.

"Shhh, I got you."

Intertwining his fingers with yours he set a slow pace. Only pulling out halfway before sliding back in. Your pained noises were swallowed by him when he brought his body down so his lips could meet yours.

He smiled when he could feel you trying to buck your hips against his. Those little yelps of pain slowly turning into breathy moans.

Short shallow thrust became a little more harsher. His hips slamming into the back of your thighs. Your wet cunt made the lewdest noises, it was driving him insane..

Hanma felt a sense of pride when you whined out his name. His hands roaming down your arms to your tits. Squeezing them before moving on to your belly. This was his favorite part. How was it that your body was soft all over?

He settled on your hips, digging his nails into the doughie flesh. Driving himself more deeper, faster, harder. He wanted to be deep inside your belly.

You wanted to look away but you knew he'd be angry. What if he stopped? Oh God you did want him to stop.

The band in your stomach tightened even more when you looked up at him. Eyes heavy, pupils dilated, a small blush spread across his cheeks. The pants and small groans of your name leaving his mouth. Sweat rolled down his neck from the heat your bodies shared. His usual spike hair now laid flat on his forehead.

Your eyes traveled down to where the both of you met. His cock forcing its way in and out of your puffy pussy. Your slick coating him, rolling down his thighs and onto your bed sheets. You watched the muscles on his stomach twitch and flex. His hard body fucking into your soft one. It was becoming too much...

Hanma gritted his teeth when your soft walls began to squeeze his cock for all he's got. He hasn't even gotten to turn you over and have you from the back yet. He made the mistake of following your line of sight. A low moan left the back of his throat when he saw the ring of white decorate the base of his dick.

A pathetic whine left your mouth before he started to roll his hips, dick so deep inside you felt a small pick of pain mixing into your high. Both the pain and over stimulation causing another orgasm to rip through you.

You nearly screamed from the new found pleasure but Hanma lips smashed into yours. Tongues swirling together while breathing in one another's moans. The way Hanma went from low grunts to breathy moans and high whines made you shiver. Quickly pulling out his body nearly collapsed on yours, but he weakly held himself up.. You could feel his warm release dripping down the outside of your cunt. His softening length twitched against your sensitive clit. He whined as he caught his breath, burying his face into your neck so you wouldn't see his flustered face.

He's never sounded so beautiful? Soft? Venerable?...

If only you could hear his thoughts about you. All the dirty things he didn't get to do. He just got too lost in you... But that's okay, there's always next time... ♡

The world was a boring place for him. The people are even more boring... He hated feeling calm, at peace.

But now he laid on his soft fluffy girl... The only sound he focused on was your calming heartbeat making his eyes heavy. He found himself rolling the both of you over. Arms tightly wrapped around you, keeping you close to his chest. Legs tangled together..

He didn't bother to clean you off. You'll just get dirty again pretty soon. But for now? He just wanted to hold you.

For once Hanma Shuji. The Reaper himself, didn't mind calm...

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#tokyo revengers #tokrev baji #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma smut #chubby reader #tokyorev chifuyu

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marvelousbisexualchaos · 2 years

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Me to my mom: "So I just figured out where I recognize Jack from."

My mom: "Jack?"

Me: "Jack Russell. Werewolf by (brain fart) *laughs* Werewolf by night! I almost gave it a more universal studio name (werewolf by midnight 🥴)."

My mom: "Werewolf by night?"

Me: "Yeah the short guy..."

My mom: (absolutely not following my train of thought) "Okay... Where's he from?"

Me: "He was the husband in Old."

My mom: "Old?"

Me: "Yeah (director's name) movie. Remember, the husband, with the son and daughter, and his wife cheated on him (I think I made that up?) The short little dude..." (I totally butchered the director's name as a joke)

My mom: (trying to follow my thought) "He was in werewolf by night?"

Me: "Yes! He played Jack. He also voiced someone in Coco but I haven't seen that." (I've seen it now!)

My mom: "Who is Jack?"

Me: "The werewolf dude..."

My mom: "Nope no good."

Me: "He's friends with Ted! Man-thing..."

My mom: "OH THAT SHORT GUY?!"

Me: "Yes!" *Wheezes* "That short guy..." (Like there's another short guy in the movie 😂) "The short king, yes."

My mom: "Yeah! Shut up! Don't laugh at me!"

Me: *still wheezing with laughter*

My mom: "He's really cute, with the "tribal" markings."

Me: *excitedly* "Yes!"

[To be fair I watched werewolf by night again and my mom's only watched it once. I haven't shut up about Ted. I made him my lock screen]

[it was 8am I hadn't slept yet and my mom was getting ready for work when I bothered her about my new obsession/comfort characters. Hahaha. But I love that she thinks he's cute too! And the way she called him short 🤣]

#marvel #disney plus #my thoughts #werewolf by night #man thing #ted sallis #jack russell #gael garcia bernal #conversation with my mom #old movie #actor #comfort character

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heyjude19-writing · 27 days

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Also I had a musing I would hope you could share your own opinion on.

I'm so glad you find him as interesting and intriguing as I do C! 🌈

I'm a sucker for Greek mythos and I cannot wait to see how ur Draco’s journey will unfold. His aesthetic lends itself to the classics, lends itself to the analogy which is why I think I often make this connection. On top of his character being simply compelling, he has an air of timeless and competitiveness that reminds me of the age old Herculean hero that stand the test of time.

I don't like to prophesies too much bc I love to go in reading things blind (I avoid conspiracies and teasers like the plague!) but I cannot help myself in getting excited to see how he will confront and face crossroads and compare them to the great ancients.

If our golden boy will be more likely to pull an Apollo or become Achilles. The thing that makes characters interesting imo is how the deal 'in the complicated'. When they are taken away something they want, or confronted with a problem, do they go red or do they mourn in the quiet and peace? And I think from what little we know of in Draco from the chapters of what we've seen, he is a character that has more than what meets the eye. which makes him all the more compelling to see what happens when he splits.

We all know the well told romance of Achilles and Patroclus on how they were lovers/friends but also fellows competitors and Patroclus went to the Trojan war just bc his lover was destined for greatness there. He was a supportive bf haha. Achilles was very much following (up until the death of Patroclus) a very, 'healthy' doctrine to war. He fell in line and was excellent.

But when Patroclus was killed nameless grief took over Achilles and went genuinely insane with his screams of cry and revenge. He cried so horribly that even his mother Thetis could hear in the depths of the sea and went up to comfort his son. He kept the corpse of his lover in his tent for the entirety of the war as he extracted his revenge that was so bloody it was feral. He slept with Patroclus's corpse, delusional kept it, and threatened anyone who suggested to remove it. He wanted to be buried with him by the time the war was done and made Odysseus swear that he would see this happen. Obv as we know he killed Hector.

I remember shivering in class when I was a teen remembering the poem in the Iliad Book 18, that, he said, 'neither food nor drink shall glide down my throat, for as long as he [Patroclus] is mangled in my tent I only crave murder and blood and the rattling of dying'.

So does Draco follow the same blood wounded vengeful fate like Achilles? Will he move heaven and earth to go on his own Taylor swift reputation era tour? Or will he be a different drum, one of peace and calm like the story of Apollo?

The story of Apollo, as the God of music and dance, prophecies and healing (also God of the Sun, queue the analogy of why I think of Draco for obvious blonde hero reasons :P) fell in love with a mortal man named Hyacinthus who was as well a Spartan warrior prince famous for his beauty and everyone wanted him. men and women, the whole lot!

Include the God of the West wind Zephyrus. But Hyacinthus chose Apollo among his many admirers and they had the best romance dude. They would do all kinds of things together like music, dance, archery, they were both extremely sporty (as Leo is!!).

But Zephyrus was rotting with jealousy of their romance, that while they were playing archery, he blew Zephyrus's arrow off course and it hit him in the head and killed him.

Apollo was obviously inconsolable and mourned his lover and tried to commit su**ide many times hoping to join his lover in death. And bc he was inconsolable, he decided to always remember Hyacinthus by naming the famous flower by him and made music and games after him. And Hyacinthus bloom every spring now.

So it will be interesting to see whether Draco will be the type to be bloodthirsty, angry for his Harry or if he is a blonde hero that's more of a mourner?

These are the kind of musings I catch myself thinking of Draco and would love to know where ur heads at when it comes to it :)

oh wow, lots of theories here. so i read the greek classics much too long ago and most of what i remember is related to the web comic Lore Olympus tbh 😅. i'd say i don't really see a hero vs mourner dichotomy in the drarry story im writing as it's not one of war and violence, but more one of two people trying to find their way back to one another. they've moved past the bloodthirsty, angry part of their lives and it's more a question of coming at a relationship from two different perspectives with the same end goal and trying not to destroy each other in the process.

#drarry

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myfaveisfuckable · 4 months

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Tuvok:

Ok, first off: real world standards, he's not normal passing. Apart from the ears, he's just too autistic (sorry, "Vulcan" 🙄) to be considered "normal looking". He went to 1990s earth once and Did Not Pass as normal. But in universe, he would on the surface seem like a model Vulcan. And he is, kinda. But he's also so gd weird. (/aff)

Not even gonna get into how badly he wants to be Will Graham because obviously that's there too but we don't have all day. Anyway.

Obvs the emotions struggle is real as it is for any Vulcan worth paying attention to, if only because they were all only ever written by humans.

But also, tangential to him being Will Graham coded (but still separate enough) he is a total mind slut. You know how some characters will go "when I have a problem, I set it on fire" or shit like that? When Tuvok has a problem, he mind melds with it. Homoerotically if it's an option. Dude even got a mind std one time, despite the fact that's not even a thing.

And then whatever the fuck kinda thing he has going on with Janeway. Not even necessarily in a shippy way ("not romantic, not platonic, so devoted the lines blur") but like... not only is he unreasonably loyal to her but he does shit like not only letting her touch him whenever she wants but *deliberately offering her HIS HAND to hold* to comfort her when she needs it (reminder that hand touching is very intimate to Vulcans and can be likened to human kissing) and again, they're never even stated as romantic or anything, they're just friends and yet he is more loyal to her than he is to his own code of ethics.

Obviously part of all of it could be because Janeway (or possibly Kate Mulgrew) is simply Like That, she does do shit like tell her platonic subordinate "then be a good rat and find us the cheese" in a tone that makes me lose it, but it's not all her, Tuvok is also extremely not normal about it. I should submit Janeway too actually, I'll do her next.

Also, afaik Tuvok is the only crew member of Voyager (who makes it back) who had a romantic partner before the ship got lost in the Delta quadrant and remained loyal the entire seven years they were lost. I *think* Samantha Wildman also did but she's a minor character (so she could've been getting it off screen) and she started out pregnant so once born Naomi both kept her busy and was a living reminder of her husband's love. So in that regard, Tuvok is very much not normal but like in the most positive way. He literally didn't cheat on his wife even when his life was in danger (they *were* out there for seven years so of course he hit pon farr eventually) and I think that's really cool of him. But also very not normal.

I'm very tired rn but once the polls come out, simply check out the blog of Bea bumblingbabooshka (wanna clarify, I'm not him but he is THE Tuvok blogger in my opinion) who has written much on this already.

There's also the whole stuff that happened around his monestary era but I'm not even at that part yet but it must've been wild.

Anyway. Vote Tuvok

Jekyll:

he can't remember the last time he slept. he hates himself so much he literally used mad science to create an entire ass guy to blame his problems on but accidentally made it so he can never be truly happy because uh oh! the silly magic mountain dew turned that into a man! now he can't fuck! whoa!

#poll #tournament

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wilbyssoot · 1 year

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I still remember when I first got into the Dream SMP.

It was the beginning of 2021, February 16th to be exact. I had seen it trending on Twitter and had seen clips from it on TikTok for months, but that day I was bored and not doing anything and I saw another clip on TikTok and thought “fuck it, imma check this out.” I made a post on my other blog about watching it and I tried to navigate how to do so but eventually I started with Wilbur’s Dream SMP playlist that he has on YouTube, starting with “I Started a Revolution on the Dream SMP” and from there I was hooked.

I’ve been watching YouTube and indulging in media for years—since middle school in 2008–but have never come across something like this (the closest thing I have that rivals this for me is Supernatural). It was so entertaining and the storyline was interesting, and the banter? Fuck dude, the banter is the best part! It was so fun getting to watch these people who barely knew each other at the time squabble and get into weird little situations only applicable to a Minecraft server.

I started binging content from then on out like a motherfucker and eventually caught up at the beginning of March. That being said, I only had a few vods left to watch when I caught my first ever Dream SMP lore stream live, which was from TommyInnit on March 1st of 2021. I’m sure you all remember it. Tommy was stuck in prison with Dream and one thing led to another and you know, the kid's last canon life was lost. Again, that was the first Dream SMP lore stream I ever caught live and I was so thrilled and exhilarated and had so much adrenaline from catching a lore stream live and from it ending like that?!?! which also had me devastated as well (from a storyline perspective ofc). I knew if it were to continue we’d be seeing Tommy again but by this point, Tommy had become my favorite member and me getting near caught up only to watch his character die was a lot lmao. I was totally caught up by his revival on his March 8th (2021) stream though and was super hyped to catch another one of his lore streams live.

Either way, he came back and we got more story--even got Wilbur back--and it was all so amazing. The prison arc will forever hold such a special place in my heart for being the first actual lore arc I watched streamed live. But Tommy.

TommyInnit.

My favorite member of the Dream SMP was Wilbur at first. He was my introduction by random, mainly because he had a playlist of shortened videos set and ready to go that I just went with for ease of access, and I still love him to death and have had like a huge internet crush on him since that first dsmp video of his that I watched (if you can’t tell by my unchanging blog theme lmao) but Tommy.

That boy is my favorite streamer. My favorite dsmp member. One of my favorite content creators.

Watching the majority of the Dream SMP lore from his vods and streams and thus through his perspective, it would’ve been crazy for him not to be my favorite. I love his story as well as his storytelling and the way he acts. And his humor is immaculate--right up my alley. There's just so much about him that I love. If it wasn’t for him and who he is and how enjoyable he makes his content to watch I don’t know if I would’ve stuck around for as long as I have. I love Wilbur and Dream the most next but they weren’t as present then so I would’ve had like nothing to cling onto, but I had Tommy. Even when his streams became sparse he was still streaming and being the most lovable, entertaining person ever. Not that my other faves aren’t, Tommy is just… different. He’s just Tommy. He’s my favorite and I don’t feel bad saying it.

Watching the end of his Dream SMP send-off stream was bittersweet (I say end because I pulled a fucking George and slept through most of it, but from what I've gathered even he was there so I just messed up lmao). It’s nice to have a definite ending and not have to go through “soon” anymore and be left hanging and wondering if anything else will ever come, but of course, I miss it. I miss the anticipation of waiting for a stream and consuming more information and lore and trying to connect the pieces. Still, I’m glad we got an actual end for the server and that we were also given a chance to say goodbye to it. This server, this community, its content creators and its fans, all of it means so fucking much to me. It’s been a wild fucking ride and I’m so glad I was here to experience it.

I’m not leaving anytime soon; I’ll still be following the dsmp creators and making my own dsmp related content--mainly posting here, making TikTok's, and writing fics and such--but I just wanted to give thanks to the server that’s basically ruled my life for the past two plus years and give a big thank you to those who run it, played it, and the community who was a part of it right alongside me. I love you all so fucking much.

Goodbye, Dream SMP. It’s been a helluva fucking ride.

#<3 #o7 #dream smp #dreamsmp #dsmp #tommyinnit #tommy #wilbur soot #dream #dreamwastaken #mcyt

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what-gs-watching · 7 months

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“Saving people, hunting things…the family business.”

Alright. We’re gonna do it. We’re gonna talk about Supernatural. We can’t talk about ALL of Supernatural, that would be ridiculous, but it deserves a comfort show spotlight.

I’m going to admit it: I resisted for a long time. My husband used to stream a shit ton of tv, he needed something to fall asleep to, so in the past I’ve groggily slept through random episodes. And I didn’t really care about it.

I remember when it came out, I loved Jared from Gilmore Girls naturally but I never got into it. Honestly, I was really annoyed there was a character named Dean that wasn’t Jared, I’m a fickle bitch.

So it was whatever. But again, I lost all sense of everything during the pandemic and started binging. I went through all of the X-Files (even the newer seasons, I did it all, it was a thing). I went insane watching Fringe. I was devastated when I lost Peter Bishop, aka perfect New England boyfriend. And then Netflix really started flinging Supernatural at me. Like, really hard.

Last December, I was already spiraling with my job a bit, I can see that now. I was tired. And I needed something else to get lost in. TV was literally the only thing I had energy for. And there were 15 fucking seasons. That’s too many seasons. So I begrudgingly gave in, and I started it.

Y’all know what it’s all about: two brothers, Sam and Dean, are hunters (of monsters) because their mother was murdered by a demon when Sam was just a baby, and their father, John, couldn’t let it go. So he packed the boys up for life on the road, hunting the thing that had ruined his family, thrusting his kids onto a path they did not choose.

And I’m gonna be honest, I fought the whole way. I really did. I kept asking my husband what the eff was up with Sam and Dean. Just…why? I kept shouting at the screen that the two of them needed boundaries. But I also kept watching. I like a good Monster of the Week. And I’m a weirdo for overarching storylines. I like the lore, I do. Secret nerd, me.

And like I said, there’s no real way to talk about ALL of Supernatural, but that’s okay because it’s really about the little things for me.

The brotherness of it all Does Sam and Dean’s absolute and unwavering dedication to each other drive me nuts a little bit? Yes. They make so many stupid decisions to save each other - Sam with the demon blood, Dean selling his soul to save Sam, Dean with the mark, Sam jumping into the cage with Lucifer. There are literally probably hundreds of examples. It’s exasperating.

Dean thinks his entire existence is meant to protect Sam, I get it, he was conditioned that way, and Dean is basically the only thing Sam has left in the world, so it’s mostly mutual (except for that whole purgatory situation, he really didn’t try at ALL to find him? C’mon) but it’s also heartbreaking. John fucked up their lives, that dude was driven by the singular thought of avenging his wife, when he had a six month old and a four year old to take care of? Like, she’s dead my dude, but you have these two little fragile things you’re supposed to take care of and protect and foster, and this is the route you take? Fuck, man. I can’t imagine going through that.

Creating your own family Which leads me to Bobby. Crotchety, kind, beleaguered Bobby. Those boys needed an actual father figure and this weirdo stepped up so perfectly. He encouraged them and tried to guide them with a gentle hand - he knew those idjits would fuck it all up but he went along with them as much as he could, playing that parent game of trying to let them make their own choices as long as it wouldn’t destroy them. The episode where he’s fighting his reaper, trying to get away, and his last memory is an innocuous movie night with Sam and Dean? Tragic and sweet. I’m still mad my boy Bobby was done dirty, dying during one of the worst seasons (Leviathans, am I right?) but I appreciate their grief over losing him was real.

On the topic, I also have to say that I love the people Sam and Dean end up pulling into their orbit. Charlie was a fucking delight, and her bond with Dean was so pure; she was the little sister he never had and you can tell he let her in right away. When she says “I love you” and he just says “I know” it’s as far as Dean can go and it’s just good. I don’t think I could have forgiven Sam for getting her killed in a stupid plan he purposely kept from Dean. She agreed to help because she wanted to save her brother and she got murdered for it. Good deeds don’t go unpunished, gang.

Also, Jodie and Donna. In a show that doesn’t really seem to care about women at all, you get two badasses that can hold their own and won’t take any shit, and Sam and Dean acknowledge how strong they are. Out of all of the random spinoffs they tried over the years, theirs is the one I would have preferred to get lost in.

And, I’m gonna say it, Jack. I was ready to hate that little antichrist but he charmed the hell out of me. Mostly because of the ‘three men and a baby’ vibe, Dean and Sam and Castiel trying to rear that sweet summer child away from destroying absolutely everything and eventually, really really succeeding. I might be in the minority, but it was really satisfying. Jack is my babe, I’ll shout that shit from the rooftops.

Castiel Castiel is a whole thing, I know. And I love it. He gets his own category.

Sweet, complicated Castiel. I have a special place in my heart for Cas. And it’s not entirely because of the whole Destiel situation. That crazy angel had a big ol’ character arch and I truly appreciate it. Hated him in the beginning, and then that whole “assbutt” moment happened and he turned away from heaven and the great plan and toward humanity. And then a lot more drama, trying to rule in heaven and the leviathans, ending up as a human for a bit, his whole thing with Metraton, etc.

But Cas is important because Dean is long-suffering, always the one to lose and make the hard (sometimes stupid) choices and he’s so resigned to his fate but Castiel is the buoy in all that. He’s the only one fully committed to Dean. The episode where Dean forgets who he is and he stands in front of a mirror repeating ‘Sam is your brother, Cas is your best friend’ - of all the things Dean is and needs to remember, that’s important. Castiel raised him from perdition, searing him with the mark of his grip. They’re bonded.

I really love that Castiel gets to be his own thing a part from the boys, he grows so fucking much, but he’s also always Dean’s anchor. No matter how you feel about Destiel and the implications, the fact that Cas comes to understand humanity enough to say that just telling someone you love them without that being returned can be the best moment of your life, can be true happiness, is really something. Sometimes that is enough. Getting out of your own way can be enough.

I clearly have a thing for angels that can be a little bit of a bastard. I will ALWAYS root for Castiel.

Baby I’m not sure why I’m so charmed by the dedication to Baby, but I love it. It appeals to a very specific aesthetic in me. Of course that’s the kind of car they roll around in, perfectly old and beautiful, all sharp black lines and power and time. It’s Dean’s dedication to the family business and one of their only constants. He teaches Sam how to care for her, and he rebuilds her over and over. He even manages to pick her out in the first place, eventually. It’s sweet that Baby is home. She’s the heart, gang. Solid, strong, broken over and over again but always persisting.

The universe One of the best pieces of Supernatural is the universe it creates for itself. How adamant they’d been in the beginning that yeah of course demons exist, but God definitely doesn’t, but the random other gods found in lore throughout history do. It's so easy to change a universe that draws a line in the sand, and it just keeps getting bigger and more complex and silly and reckless.

I love the little touches. The fact that there’s a Supernatural book series, with an underground fan base enough to host a con (though I don’t want to get into the Chuck of it all, I’m still absolutely irate over all of that). Sam and Dean being so utterly embarrassed by them is hilarious, but it’s a way for them to get the recognition they deserve, even if it’s through fiction. People love those books, their story, and even if they never get thanked in real life, there are people out there believing in them.

I mean, the all girls’ school musical? Absolute perfection. That episode was meant to be a love letter to the entire thing, and it’s so perfect. Sam wonders why it isn’t “Samstiel”, and Dean is upset to learn about BM scenes, aka boy melodrama. The song girl-Cas sings, I’ll just wait here then… and their stripped down version of the boys’ unofficial anthem. It makes my tween heart sing, it satisfies my cravings for all things meta (jesus I’m basic). It’s just warmth and love and appreciation.

Frenemies AKA, unlikely and this-is-a-stupid-fucking-idea allies. All good shows need this. Crowley was never a true favorite of mine, but I appreciate that he saw how valuable keeping a tenuous relationship with the Winchesters could be. And I will still always and forever laugh at the fact that Dean was in his phone as ‘Not Moose’. One of my absolute favorite gags. Those two are perfectly Moose and Squirrel. His affection for the two of them proving that demons can be a little bit human, too. But that doesn’t get him off the hook for convincing Dean to take on the mark, even though I secretly enjoy their bromance once he does become a demon. Sometimes you need to have that friend you secretly kind of hate a little because they’re a dick, but they’re useful.

(Side rant: the Crowley/Crowley situation between Supernatural and Good Omens is making my brain bleed, I can’t make myself say it differently enough in my mind for there to be a good enough distinction because y’all, one is an obvious smash and one is an obvious pass. I’m just sayin’. It’s making it difficult to yell at the tv…)

Also. Rowena also falls into this category. Again, another strong woman in a room full of idiot men, holding her own. I’ve been that woman a lot of times, surrounded by boys who just can’t get their shit together and you stand and you watch and you help or hurt when you can, because at the end of the day. you need to be out for yourself. I respect the fuck out of her for looking out for herself. She was world weary because she had to be, she lived through hundreds of years of oppression and she was gonna get what was hers, but by the end, she came around to those boys. She’s the friend you keep at a distance because you’re never sure what the fuck they’re gonna do, but you can appreciate her seeming unpredictability because sometimes she uses it to help you, or thrust some unfortunate truth at you that you need to hear.

The point is: all of these little random things amount to something absurd and funny and gruesome and welcoming and silly and strange. And I could probably write ten different posts like this, pulling out more things that make Supernatural what it is, and that’s what makes it so all-encompassing.

So. I spent four months watching this show. Every day, some ridiculous Sam and Dean adventure. What were they gonna get up to? I never knew, but it was reassuring to know they’d always get out of it. It was my main comfort, and four months is a really long time.

When I got to the end of it, I was mired in yet another ridiculous work emergency and everything about me was fried. I was raw, fraying ends. So when I watched the finale, I sobbed. Like, really sobbed. Trying to take breaths I couldn’t quite make deep enough, while Dean was driving Baby and they were playing ‘Carry On My Wayward Son’. The episode ended and I kept crying. I went and found my husband and just cried at his face. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever watched the end of it or not and I tried pathetically to explain why I was crying so hard. I cried for everything that I was. It broke a dam I’d been holding in. And I felt stupid for it, who gives that much of a fuck about a show about hunting monsters?

But it wasn’t necessarily about the show, I mean it was a little bit, but it was also about me and whatever the fuck I was going through. And that’s what content is for. I’d wrapped myself in a Sam-and-Dean blanket for months to try and blunt a bunch of things, but they brought those things up to the surface anyway.

Feeling the real emotion of things through fake things. Is it healthy? Probably not, but it’s an art form, it’s a coping mechanism. I was crying about software and work melodrama and life frustration (can I still claim to be having a quarter life crisis if I’m in my 30s?), but also about Dean dying on the job in the way he’d always assumed he would, about Sam’s kid having the same tattoo, about Bobby being there at the end, about Sam being there at the end. It’s just easier that way.

All that to say, I can’t recommend the Sam-and-Dean blanket enough. It’s cozy and it’s sprawling and ridiculous and complete. I put it down for a month before yet another stupid thing happened to rattle me (so many things this year), and I knew right away where I needed to go. Back to the blanket. Which means I’m in the middle of my second watch. And I’m pretty sure, that at any point in time in the future, I’ll be in the middle of some rotation of it, even if I go off for months at a time. It’ll always be in the queue, because I know when I need it, there’ll always be an adventure I'm sure Sam and Dean will get out of.

#what g's watching #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel

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