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SEVEN - 001

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [9.6k] based on 1x01.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of drowning, mentions of death

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A/N‧₊˚ I've been wanting to do an OBX rewrite for a very long time so here it is, the first chapter from yours truly.

˗ˏˋ series masterlist ˎˊ˗

‘THAT’S ABOUT A THREE-STORY FALL TO THE DECK? I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival.” Pope theoreticized from below. John B was balancing himself on the roof, beer in hand and not a care in the world.

Licking his finger and holding it up in the air, he spoke. “Should I do it?”

“Yeah, you should jump! I’ll shoot you on the way down.” Pope joked, electric drill gun pointed up in the brunette’s direction.

“You’re gonna shoot me?” JB mocked the boy below him with fingers guns as Kiara emerged from inside the unfinished home, interrupting their shenanigans.

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers.” She said, mildly disgusted.

“Of course they are,” JJ chimed in. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“This used to be a turtle habitat,” she continued on, looking the house up and down. “But who cares about the turtles, I guess…”

“Can’t have cold towels…”

“Do you even use towels, JJ?” You chimed in as you rounded the corner, earbud in one ear and even from the roof, the four of your friends could hear your music blasting faintly. “I thought you shook yourself off like a dog when you got wet.”

“Ha ha.” He fake laughed before he chucked an empty beer can in your direction. You dodged it with an annoyed sneer before picking it up and chucking it back ten times harder, hitting the side of the blonde’s head.

“Ah- ouch!”

“Could you please, not kill yourself?” Kiara stared up at John B with concern in her eyes.

“And don’t spill that beer! I’m not giving you another one…” JJ warned his best friend. His words almost like a trigger, JB dropping the beer right after, hearing the metal clank against the deck as the remaining liquid splattered on the wood.

“And of course he spills the beer.” You couldn’t help but speak as you slid down one of the wooden fixtures to sit against it.

“Hey!” A new voice bellowed. That’s when your eyes found Pope leaned over one of the banisters.

“Security’s here. Let’s wrap it up.” He said, voice wavering slightly as he pat the deck and turned around.

John B got down from the roof, following behind JJ as you all picked up the pace. You all made our way into the house, quick in your steps to avoid the officers.

Rushing down the stairs, JJ was in the front. “Right turn, J!” You shouted. But of course, he still made a left turn, coming face to face and just narrowly missing one of the officers as you all went right. “I said right turn, dumbass!” You yelled over your shoulder.

“They’re going out front!”

You, Kiara, and John B had already managed to jump into the van, watching as JJ and Pope hopped the gate and landed flat on their stomachs. John B honked the horn to urge them on. “Bus is leaving!”

With the last two of the group in the vehicle, John B practically stomped on the pedal, sending the vehicle forward.

He drove the van as fast it could go, which wasn’t all that fast for the record. The side door was still open as you, along with JJ and Pope, mocked the officer who was chasing after the busted van.

“Check out Gary, gunnin’ for a raise.” Pope mocked, eliciting a chorus of giggles inside the van.

“You little pricks!”

JJ waved a beer can out the door, shaking it in the mans face. “You’re so close, you can do it! There you go.” He said as he tossed the can in the running officer’s direction. “They don’t pay you enough bro!”

The officer fell behind just as the van hit the bridge, passing the welcome sign to The Outer Banks. ‘Paradise on Earth.’ The natural habitat of you and your friends.

The Pogues. Pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish.

There’s JJ, one of your best friends out of them all. He’s about as local as they come. He does the dumb, risky things none of the rest of you will and you actually find him quite funny, not that you’d ever let him know that. He's tries to act all wreckless and tough-guy but you all know that he's just a loyal friend who tries to do the right thing in the wrong way.

Then there’s Kiara, or Kie as she would prefer to be called. She’s been your closest and dearest friend since forever. Your fathers were as thick as thieves and you and Kie seemed to follow in their steps being best friends since pre-school, even though you lived on two differen't sides of the island up until recently. Her family owns The Wreck, this Outer Banks institution and her parents love you. The others? Not so much…

And you can’t forget Pope, the brains of the operation. Finalist for the Luther T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship. And the smartest person you know. Little bit of a weirdo but who isn’t. His father’s sort of.. strict, but he gives you free seafood. He says you're the 'least negative influence' his son keeps around.

Then, of course, There’s John B — legally, John Booker Routledge. You all have a myriad of nicknames for him though — John, JB, Bree, Jombee. You all typically hang at his place, The Chateau as his dad used to call it. Speaking of his dad, he disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck and his mom split when he was three. You’ve all been doing your best to look out for him but it was an extremely difficult situation…

Last is you, the Pogues resident Pogue Princess. Well, former Pogue Princess. You moved to Figure Eight about eight months ago, after your dad died and your mom’s lawyer career skyrocketed seemingly out of the blue. But you hate it there, you spent her whole life on The Cut. Plus, your dad’s death caused a bit of a strain on your relationship with your mother. Things just haven't been the same.

WAKING UP TO HARSH POST-HURRICANE WINDS IS NEVER PLEASANT. Especially not for someone who isn’t much of a morning person. You’d barely had time to rub the sleep out of your eyes when your mom came into your room, in a rush as she was running late to meet with a client, reminding to turn on the backup generator and ordering you to help out Kiara and her father at The Wreck.

“Is that all of it?” You asked, mouth half-full of french fries that were hot and salted to literal perfection. Kie stood in front of you, apron covered in food scraps and hair in a messy bun.

“As much as we’re gonna be able to get today.” She sighed, eyes scanning over the crates and boxes littered amongst the floor. “Here,” She started, walking towards a couple of coolers stacked in the corner. “We’ll take these coolers out on the dock. The guys should be here soon.”

“M’kay.” You hummed, jumping out of the chair you were sitting backwards in and clapping your hands together to dust them off. She grabbed the cooler off the top and you grabbed the one underneath, following her out to the dock.

It had gotten hotter in the short time you both had spent cleaning The Wreck, sun hitting you directly in the face as you walked out onto the damp deck, eyes squinting from the harsh beam. Your hair was thrown up and out of your face into a high ponytail. You had discarded your flannel, tying it around your waist in front of your shorts, leaving your top half in only a bikini.

“Top o’ the mornin’ to ya.” JJ greeted.

“Good morning.” Kie replied, shielding her eyes from the sun.

“Whatcha got? Some juice boxes?”

You lifted the lid and peeked inside as you and Kiara continued walking towards the boat. “Looks like, carrots? And… yogurt?” You looked to Kie for some assurance. She smirked.

“I have his kind of juice boxes in this one.” She assured, wiggling her cooler in the air.

The boat stopped at the end of the dock, the guys helping you both inside. Once you and her were all arms and legs inside, John B sped off. Kie opened up her cooler handing everyone a beer who accepted, which was all except for John B, who was steering, and Pope who opted for baby carrots.

“Salud!” You all cheered as the three of you clanked bottles.

“HEY POPE, CAN YOU GO A LITTLE FASTER?” JJ asked, now standing at the forefront of the boat, beer in hand. Pope had taken over as driver when John B joined in drinking with the rest of the group.

“Dude, nooo, not this again. It fails every time.” You tried to stop the blonde from trying this borderline ritualistic party trick that never worked.

“Have some faith, will you?” He shot back sarcastically. “It’s gonna work!” He spoke over the rev of the engine as Pope idiotically listened to him and sped up the boat. JJ tilted the beer bottle back enough to splatter beer into his mouth, and in Kie’s hair, and on John B’s cheek, and on your lips.

“Alright, alright!” Pope tried. “Alright, stop!”

It happened out of nowhere, the boat coming to an aggressive and abrupt stop. The last thing you saw was JJ flipping forward into the water, JB and Kie falling off their seats, and Pope tumbling back before you were submerged within an endlessness of dark blue, a harsh stinging-sensation blooming on your back and thighs. You couldn’t tell what was up and what was down. Too disoriented from the fall, your brain didn’t catch up with your body, attempting to inhale in your panic before getting a mouth full of water. Then, within seconds, you felt a hand on your back, seemingly feeling around to make sure you were what they were looking for before two hands were under your arms and pulling you up.

You coughed as your eyes were met with the harsh light of the sun, but you were grateful for it. You could hear JJ’s voice behind your ear as you coughed up water. “I got her! She’s fine!”

He swam in front of you, his hand rubbing and patting your back as your coughing fit slowly became less intense. “You alright? You took a nasty fall.” You managed to strain out a hoarse laugh.

“You guys okay?” Pope shouted over the edge of the boat.

“Almost drowned but yeah, we’re just fine.” You and JJ joked back, swimming back to the boat.

“Pope, man, what happened?” JJ inquired, treading water next to you.

“Sandbar. The channel changed...”

“No kidding.” You said, voice still scratchy from the Marsh water.

“Guys…” Pope started, staring in confusion over the edge of the small boat. “I think there’s a boat down there.”

“No way.”

“No, I’m serious. There’s a boat down there. For real.” You and JJ gave each other a glance, still treading in the water as you watched the remaining three peer over where Pope was staring. “There’s a boat!”

Kie quickly turned around. “Holy shit, he’s right.” You and JJ began paddling towards where your friends eyes were glued before as they shed their clothes and jumped in with the two of you. You all took one last glance at each other before dunking your heads below the surface and diving to the pristine, white boat that stood stuck in the middle of The Marsh.

When the tips of your fingers touched the surface of the boat, you swam around it, examining the structure. This wasn’t an old shipwreck, it was too clean. This had to have happened during the hurricane. As you kept swimming, you recognized the layout, the structure, the fixtures. There was no way this was what you thought it was…

Coming back up to the surface, JJ’s voice was the first one heard. “You guys saw that, right?” He asked breathlessly, a smile on his face as he shook his wet hair from in front of his face.

“That’s a Grady-White.” You added, still catching your breath. “That’s like a half a million dollar boat, just sitting there.” You all swam back to where the HMS Pogue swayed, climbing back on all at once.

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge. Maybe it hit the jetty or something.” John B spoke. Both you and Kiara turned to him, your faces falling from excitement to dismay.

Kie was the first to speak, a quiet question. “You surfed the surge?...”

“Yeah.” JB spoke carelessly, barely paying any attention before answering.

“That’s my boy. Pogue style.” JJ encouraged him.

“Well that was dumb.” You immediately protested, siding with Kie. “You could’ve gotten killed.” You added seriously. What the hell was thinking? Surfing a surge isn’t uncommon in the Outer Banks, but waves like that? That’s a death wish for sure.

“I’m still here, aren’t I?”

There was brief, tense eye contact between the both of you before you scoffed and turned around, walking off.

“Wait. Do we know whose boat that is?” Pope asked.

“No, but we’re about to find out.” John B spoke up.

“Dude, it’s way too deep.” JJ pointed out. He was right. It was too deep, especially for someone with no diving experience. Diving experience that you happened to have. No matter how pissed you were at him for surfing the surge, letting John B make another dumb mistake was just as bad. Also, mildly hypocritical.

“Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ.”

“I’m not resuscitating you.” JJ reminded. “I’m just...making that clear up front.” He told him, scrunching his nose and shrugging his shoulders.

“That’s fine.” John was now standing on the edge of the boat, anchor in hand with a smile that was much to happy for someone doing something so dangerous.

“Diver down.” Pope saluted.

You turned around, about to offer to go down yourself. That was, until JJ pushed John B off the edge of the boat himself.

“JJ!” You shouted, hands out. He turned to you, blue eyes wide and wandering.

“What?” You just shook your head and groaned.

You just opted to stand on the other side of Kie, watching and waiting for John B to emerge again.

Seconds passed, seconds that felt like minutes. “He’s been down there too long.” You eventually vocalized, breaking through the tense silence.

“Should we go get him?” Pope suggested. Just then, the brown haired boy sprung up out the water, shaking his head side to side flinging water on the four of you. You all shielded your faces, mutual groans leaving the four of you on the boat.

“Dude! C’mon…” Pope complained, wiping droplets of water from his forehead and peering over the edge of the boat. “Any dead bodies?”

“No.” John B answered. “I found this motel key.” He continued, holding up a small, silver key with a yellow tag attached.

“A key...” Pope said unimpressed.

“Great! We… salvaged a motel key.” JJ continued mocking as they helped John B back onto the boat. Pope resumed his position behind the wheel as John B examined the key, you sat back with your earbud in one ear, still able to listen and chime in on the conversation.

“Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard. Maybe we’ll get a finder’s fee.”

POPE DOCKED AT THE COAST GUARD, THE PLACE BOMBARDED WITH ISLANDERS. Some searching for their spouses, pets, and family members. JJ and John B walked inside to find someone while Pope, Kie and yourself waited outside the maze of tents.

“It’s the day after a hurricane. They’re looking for old people and children, not boats. Besides, would it really be that bad if we just, didn’t report it?” You voiced.

“I don’t know,” Pope expressed, hand on the back of his neck. “What if there’s a body down there and we just, I don’t know, missed it.”

“And,” Kie started in that motherly tone that could make you question all bad judgment. “Reporting it is the right thing to do. No matter what.”

JJ and John B came back out of the tent. JJ shook his head. “No luck.” You couldn’t say you were surprised. Or disappointed. All heads turned to John B who stared out at nothing. He fiddled with the key before voicing his thoughts.

“...I think I know how we’re gonna find the guy who owns that boat.”

“No, no, no,” Pope stressed, pointing at the key as if the object was to blame. “No bad ideas. We don’t know whose that is.”

The two boys ignored him, JJ taking the key from John B’s fingers and tossing it to Kie. “I’m in.” He declared.

“Come on,” Kie urged Pope. “I’ll be lookout.”

You shrugged, following behind them but talking to Pope as you walked backwards. “At least we tried.” You turned to walk forwards, JB trailing behind you.

“Finder’s fee, just sayin’” You heard him say. “And hey! At least you’ll only be an accomplice.”

Pope sighed before you heard his footsteps join the group. “Man…”

“Come on, bubba.” John B comforted, throwing an arm over the dark-skinned boy's shoulders.

THE FIVE OF YOU ALL STOOD, NOT MOVING, AS YOU SILENTLY JUDGED THE MOTEL COMING INTO VIEW IN FRONT YOU AS THE HMS POGUE DRIFTED CLOSER TO IT.

“This is place is a shithole.” You were the first to say it out loud. The cloudy windows, the overgrown vines on the, what you guessed used to be, white walls, and the overgrown weeds.

“I thought The Chateau looked bad...”

“Motel or Meth-lab?”

“Doesn’t look like the type of place someone with a Grady-White would stay.” John pointed out the obvious.

“It looks like the type of place someone with a Grady-White would get mugged.” You mumbled as JJ winded up the rope and jumped off the front of the boat, tying it down to anchor it in place.

“We good?” John B asked as the chipper blonde wrapped the blue and white rope around the anchor point a couple more times for good measure.

“Good to go.”

“All right,” John B said. “Here goes nothing.”

“Hey.” Pope uttered, pointing a finger at JJ but maintaining eye contact with JB. “Don’t let him do anything stupid.”

“I’m not making any promises.” Was all John B said, you and Pope simultaneously rolling your eyes.

“Be careful…” Kiara spoke softly, handing John B the key. “I mean it.” John B kept his eyes on hers until a small smile crept up on his sun kissed cheeks. He let out a soft, almost school-girlish chuckle.

“Yeah...” He muttered as he turned to walk away with JJ.

Seconds passed as you watched the boys disappear, already knowing nothing good could come out of those two. It was only a small matter of time before Kiara spoke up, eyes on you as she fiddled nervously with her fingers.

“You should go with them.”

You could feel your expression morph into one of of confusion, looking on both sides of you. “Me?” You asked incredulously, pointing a finger at yourself. “Why me?”

“Well, they’d just rope Pope into whatever dumb decision they make, so he’s not an option.”

“Hey!” Pope threw his hands up in a poor attempt to defend himself. His mouth opened and closed, trying to find words before eventually surrendering to the fact that what she said was at least somewhat truthful.

“And what about you?” You asked, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow. “Any chance for some extra time with John B, right?” You teased, edging towards the girl as she rolled her eyes.

“Will all of you stop saying that?” She looked away, playing with her bracelets. "I just get worried..."

You laughed and playfully pecked her cheek. “Yeah, worried. More like hot and bothered.” You played with the girl, hopping off the boat and landing just barely on your feet. You hadn’t made it but two steps before you heard her voice again.

“Hey!” You turned around. “Don’t forget your phone.” She reminded, tossing the small device your way as you caught it between your palms. A slight look of uncertainty on your face.

“Aren’t the towers down?”

Both of them shrugged before Pope spoke. “Couldn't hurt to have it.”

You pondered on it for a moment before letting the thought go. It wasn’t long before you caught up to the boys, the two not even noticing your presence behind them over their own conversation.

“...super sexy island chick that can play guitar and loves dogs. And her mom’s a hotshot lawyer, dude! Do you know how many guys on this island alone would jump at the chance to hit that?”

“I’d jump at the chance to hit you.” You disrupted whatever direction that conversation was going in. “I don't even want to know.” You snarked when he stuttered to defend himself, their heads turning back, JJ blubbering like a fish with his eyes wide.

“Where the hell did you...”

“Just, sh.” You dismissed him with your palm, John B chuckling under his breath.

“It’s like, every girl who has a heartbeat you’re just like…” John B made a semi-sexual motion with his hands and let out some ancient, elderly groan.

“It’s not a big deal.” JJ defended, the topic of conversation dying as the three of you approach the end of the walkway.

“Is this us? Twenty-nine?” You piped up, pointing to the motel door that was scuffed up entirely, paint chipped and scratches all over.

“This is it.” John B declared, staring at the key in his palm. JJ knocked in a rhythm on the wood, pretending to be housekeeping with a high pitched voice.

“Should we try it?” John B looked at JJ for a green light, JJ saying something in Spanish as you looked around before giving JB a nod as your signal of agreement. The door creaked open as we stood in the frame. Needless to say, the room looked better than the exterior. There was a decent sized duffel bag on the bed closest to the door, it was clear to see that the room was actually occupied for a considerable amount of time.

“I’ll check the bag.” JB directed, using the flashlight to search through the bag. “Definitely over 50, he’s got New Balances…”

You shot him a dirty look that he couldn’t see. “I have New Balances…” You mumbled.

JJ was leaned over a map on the nightstand, scanning it curiously. “Maybe this is where they were fishing.” He declared, John B and you crowding around him on either side. “Right there?” He pointed with his finger at a spot on the map.

“No, that’s off the continental shelf.” John B argued.

“That’s the Big Swell. No one fishes there.” You informed.

JJ continued looking over the map for a bit as you saw John B lift a piece of paper that was ripped from the motel notepad, a series of numbers written on it. You couldn’t see what numbers they were exactly but they didn’t seem important as he sat the paper down and both boys backed away from the nightstand.

You used the flashlight on your phone to continue scouting the room. It was what you’d expect out of a motel room — chipped walls, dust particles visible at every turn, the faint smell of sweat and what was either mildew or mold. Or both.

“Oooh...” JJ could be heard from the bathroom.

“You find somethin’?” You inquired, walking into the space he was in and watching him rifle through a small black bag on a shelf.

“Just a dopp kit Bree won’t let me steal.” He whispered before peeking his head through the doorframe and pocketing a bottle of pills.

You swatted his chest, prompting him to clutch his chest like an offended old woman. “We aren’t stealing.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Put those back.”

“Whoever’s it is won’t miss them. They’re probably dead somewhere-”

“We’re not taking anything, JJ. Just put them back-”

“You know how much these could sell for?”

“I don’t care-”

“What are you guys doing?” JB was standing in the doorframe, flashlight by his side as he eyed the both of you back and forth. You both pausing and looking at John B, then each other.

You rolled your eyes and brushed past him, heading for the main bedroom. John B followed, crouching down in front of a cabinet that held a safe before he began punching in numbers.

“That will literally take forever.” You reprimanded, eyeing him with confusion as you shifted your weight behind him.

“One, one, one, two?...” He ignored you as he continued punching in combinations.

“...Or try the piece of paper you picked up not even two minutes ago?” You told him as if was the most obvious thing in the world, face twisting as you threw your free hand out to the side. He paused in his number-punching, his head craning to the side before he stood up and looked at you.

“Maybe you are good for something.” He spoke absentmindedly, walking past you to get the piece of paper as JJ reviewed the map once again.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean…” You mumbled to no one in particular as he brushed past you once again to go back to entering codes into the safe, this time you crouching next to him, watching as he punched ‘61666’ into the keypad. You watched as the door unlocked itself.

Your eyes widened when John B fully opened the safe, revealing wads of cash secured with rubber bands, a folder, and a gun.

“I don’t think we should…” You started.

“Holy shit.” John B proclaimed in awe, picking up one of the stacks of money.

“..touch, any of that.”

“JJ, you’re gonna wanna see this.” The boy called the blonde over, waving the money behind him.

JJ made his way behind the both of you. You could hear his gasp of “no freaking way” before his hand was reaching to grab the one thing in the safe all of you knew better than to touch — the gun.

“Why would you do that?” You whisper-shouted with wide eyes, standing up alongside John B as JJ played around with the firearm.

“Dude, don’t touch it!” John B warned.

“This is a fucking spendy-gatt man! Blat! Blat!” JJ geeked like a school girl, pretending to shoot the gun at the wall. “Just take a picture of me, man.”

“You want me to take a picture of you? With a gun?” John B asked as if JJ was an idiot. Just then, you heard something hit the frame of the window above the nightstand, speed walking over to it and peeking through the blinds to see a frantic Pope and Kie pointing to their left, mouthing what you thought was the word ‘cops’.

“What is it?” John B and JJ said almost simultaneously as you pushed through both of them to peek out of the window next to the motel room door, spotting Deputy Shoupe and another officer making their way to the room.

“Cops.” You spoke monotonously. “Go. Now. Hide.” You urged as the three of you scattered like mice throughout the room.

“Kildare County Sheriff’s Department!” A manly voice boomed on the other side of the door when you decided to lift the window, urging the two boys to follow you out onto the roof as quietly as possible.

You could hear the officers enter the room seconds later, telling one another to look around. John B got a little too curious, peeking his head slowly around the corner before you grabbed the ends of his hair that poked out under his baseball cap to snatch his face away from the window.

“Ouch!” He whisper-yelled, hand going to the back of his head.

“What’re you, five? Stop peeking.”

The three of you waited, hearing the muffled chatter of the officers inside as now both John B and JJ attempted to peeked inside, little visibility with the blinds being closed. For some odd, unknown reason, JJ decided to try and retrieve the gun he shouldn’t have touched in the first place from his pocket, the metal slipping through his fingers and clattering against the roof you were standing on.

You all cringed at the noise, giving JJ a side glance and thumping your head against the brick wall.

Your heart jumped in your throat when the blinds were suddenly drawn up from the inside, Shoupe peeking outside of the window carefully. The three of you waited, anticipating the worst thing to happen until he spoke, voice deafened from the wall between you.

“No one’s here. Let’s go.” You allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief.

“WELL, THAT WAS FUN.” JJ spoke with a chipper tone.

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene.” Pope spoke up. “Did you guys even find anything?”

“Did we find anything? No, I don’t think so…” JJ mocked, reaching into his pockets. All you could do was roll your eyes as he whipped out the gun and a wad of cash. “Oh, yeah, we did.”

“What the hell?” Pope said, anger in his voice. “Why would you take that from a crime scene?!”

“My thoughts exactly.” You reprimanded under your breath, glancing at Pope who looked at you for a brief second.

“Better than the cops having it.” JJ tried to justify, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Are you serious?” Kie added.

“I’m gonna lose my merit scholarship.” Pope worried, JJ pulling him into his side and putting the gun to his lips as he shushed him.

“At least you have us, right?” JJ tried to remedy to which Pope, as well as the rest of you, gave him a deadpan look, shoving him off.

“I’m living a nightmare.”

It wasn’t long before you’d made it back to the docks where it was now swarmed with emergency services. The coroner’s had a man’s body on a stretcher as they questioned another. You all watched on the sidelines with another group of teens as a middle-aged woman ran up to the body, cradling his face.

“Who’s that?” JJ asked.

“Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm.” A random blonde girl replied. “Check out this pic I got. Dead Body.” She mocked, shoving her phone into John B’s face.

“...What kind of boat did he have?” JJ piped up randomly, most eyes turning to him.

“Somehow,” The girl started. “That dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady White. Everyone’s out looking for it.”

BACK AT THE CHATEAU, POPE CAME THROUGH THE DOOR, FRANTIC AS HE JOINED THE REST OF YOU ON THE PATIO. “Okay, so we didn’t see anything and we don’t know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia.”

“Actually, Pope’s right, for once.” JJ chimed in from his place on the chair farthest from the rest of you. “Deny, deny, deny…”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money.” Kie interrupted as if the thought had been plaguing her mind.

“Okay, not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara.”

“That’s not fair, JJ.” You added from your place next to John B, leaning against the post that held up the house.

“Coming from another person who can afford an unlimited data plan.”

“Why are you acting like we didn't live down the street from each other like, eight months ago?” You criticized.

“But you don’t live there now, do you, princess?”

“Don’t call me that." You warned, chucking a pillow at him as he dodged it. "You know I hate when you call me that-”

“Guys.” Pope stopped your childish bickering, allowing Kie to finish her thought.

“We have to pass it off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it’s bad karma.”

You shook your head in disagreement. “If anything, giving her the money is bad karma. This whole thing is sketchy and those wads of cash literally scream drug money.”

“I agree.” JB finally spoke. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude that’s buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. One time, I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot.”

“I can attest to that, I saw him doing the same outside of a Shopper’s once. He didn’t have a shirt on. It was disturbing.” You added absentmindedly.

John B threw his hands in your direction as if saying you were proving his point further. “We are talking about a dirtbag, marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket and somehow managed to get a brand-new Grady White. Think about it—how does a marina rat get a Grady White, Pope?”

The boy sucked air in through his teeth, tilting his head to the side. “Prostitution?” John B shook his head in disagreement.

“Uh-uh. Square groupers, bro.” He claimed, using his hands for emphasis. “Flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don’t do that stuff during a hurricane. Which means? JJ?” John B handed off the invisible mic to the blonde.

“They were straight smugglin’.”

“And I guarantee there’s a serious amount of contraband in that wreck.”

“For the record,” Pope began to tell the four of you in that overly-intelligent tone, fiddling with the wad of money. “If that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on it, it probably belongs to someone else. Someone could come looking for it. Taking it would be catastrophically stupid.”

“Right,” JJ added, taking the stolen stack of money from Pope’s hand. “But stupid things have good outcomes all the time.”

“But usually not in our case…”

“Not helping, Princess.” JJ quipped, head tilting in your direction. You took steps in his direction, smacking him upside the head and snatching the wad of cash from his hands, counting it as you spoke.

“Ouch- dammit!” He exclaimed, caressing the back of his head.

“I warned you once. Listening is fundamental.”

“We need a way on to the ship.” John B added, ignoring you both with that distant look in his eyes. “But for now we gotta lay low.”

“Right…and how exactly do we do that?” JJ inquired, leaning back in his seat.

Sharing a glance with Kie, you both looked back at the boy in front of you before speaking at the same time.

“Kegger?”

THE BONEYARD WAS CROWDED, TO SAY THE LEAST. With Kildare being such a small part of the Outer Banks, news spread quickly. The beach flooded with tourons, pogues, and kooks alike. Beer sloshing, girls dancing.

You’d all went your own sort of ways when it started to kick up — JJ chugging beer with some chick, John B chatting up another, Kie educating a group of girls, and Pope scaring off some poor girl with dead body talk. You’d just gotten off the keg, lightheaded as you stood back up the right way from where two strangers were holding your legs as everyone around you chanted, wiping the beer from your lips when Kie approached you with a snarl on her face.

“What is she doing here?” Your eyebrows pinched together, your eyes following hers to find what had her wound so tight.

It was no other than Sarah Cameron — stood on an old beach post with her loyal dog of a boyfriend, Topper, right behind her. You couldn’t help but internally groan, turning back to Kiara with an eye roll that set into an annoyed expression.

“God, why is she everywhere?” The brown-haired girl complained as your eyes drifted across the beach, landing on the puppy-eyed friend of yours whose own eyes were fixated on the blonde near the shore. Even from feet away, you didn’t miss the glint in his eye. But there was no way JB had a thing for Sarah Cameron, right? He knew how you and Kie felt about her and he didn’t like Kooks. There was no way.

Nudging Kie’s shoulder, you spoke again. “Better question is, why is John B looking at her like that?”

Kiara’s attention drifted to John B, watching him like he was watching Sarah. A look in her eyes you couldn’t quite decipher — somewhere between disappointment and betrayal. Your own attention was pulled back to the aforementioned couple who were steadily approaching the crowd of teens.

If this were a house party, you’d shun them at the door. Unfortunately, this was public beach and nothing could be done to stop them from joining in.

THE SUN HAD GONE DOWN AND WHAT ONCE WAS A KEGGER IN FULL SWING WAS NOW A BEACH FULL OF TEENS CROWDED AROUND BONFIRE. The four of you were sitting near one another, the only one missing being JJ.

“I’m just saying, it was ninth grade guys. Maybe she’s changed.”

“Ninth grade or not, Sarah Cameron is still a bitch.” You shot at JB who was suspiciously defensive of a girl who really only knew of through his job, Kiara, and yourself. The topic of conversation kept drifting back to Sarah throughout the night, watching her frolic and gawk at the crowd of people as if she’d never been to a party before. Topper glued to her side per usual.

You all watch from the side as Topper grabbed her hand, helping her up from the log they were perched on as it seemed they finally decided to call it a night just as JJ had come back with the beers he’d went to go refill for John B and himself.

John B stood up and approached his friend, ready to take the cup when Sarah and Topper walked by, gaining the attention of a drunk JJ Maybank who wouldn’t let them go unnoticed. If Kooks had one-hundred haters, JJ was the leader of them. If Kooks had no haters, JJ was dead.

“Wait, Sarah!” He stopped them in their tracks. “Can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?” He slurred. Sarah looked him up and down before politely declining the offer. You, Kie, and Pope watched the interaction silently from your places in the sand. “What? Is it not fancy enough for you?”

“We were just leaving…” She sassed, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

“Y’know what?” Topper mused. “I’ll take it. Thank you, man. ‘Preciate it.” You could tell this wasn’t a genuinely civil interaction, the remaining three of you in the sand watching from the sidelines sparing one another a weary glance.

“That’s a nice gesture, Topper, but I didn’t ask you.” JJ retorted, the smile dropping from Topper’s face quickly. John B was already attempting to step in between the two. “If you said ‘pretty please’? Maybe. But you didn’t. So…”

“Oh, pretty please?” Topper shot back unbelievably.

JJ dismissed him, turning back to Sarah and once again offering the drink when Topper suddenly smacked the drink away, the beverage splattering all over JJ’s face. The beach of teen’s attention was suddenly pulled to the four of them in the middle of the beach as you, Kiara, and Pope stood from your spots in the sand.

JJ was quick to snatch Topper by the collar of his button-up before John B pushed him back in an effort to calm down his friend. He was speaking to JJ, words no one could hear until Topper shouted ‘dirty pogues’, stealing John B’s attention in a matter of seconds as the boy whipped around to march towards him.

John B pushed Topper’s shoulders back, the action not doing much. The three of you still standing figured it was time to step in, dispersing from your places and getting in between the four of them — mainly the three guys as Sarah stood off to the side. .

You saw it coming before you heard the connect, Topper edging towards John B before striking him in the jaw. “Hey!” You shouted, jogging in their direction with Kie by your side as you watched Topper kick your friend while he was down.

“Guys? Guys!” You heard Sarah shouting.

“Don’t make me drown you like your old man, alright?!” Topper spat. If you were any further back in the crowd that all watched like this was a professional brawl, you wouldn’t have heard it.

The statement obviously struck a nerve within JB, the boy finding strength in his state of anger to get up and tackle Topper into the shallow water. You usually weren’t one to condone violence, but JB was standing his ground and Topper deserved it.

The two boys circled each other, taking turns throwing punches. The odds were in John B’s favor, until they weren’t, Topper taking the opportunity to flip him onto his back into the water.

You couldn’t tell what was happening immediately until you finally registered what was going on. Topper had John B pinned by the back of his neck, face down into the shallow sea water.

“Topper!” Sarah shouted over and over, her whining making your fists ball.

“Sarah!” You turned to her. “Will you shut the hell up and get your psychotic boyfriend?!” All the girl could do was shoot you a mean glare, turning back to the sight in front of her and continuing her chant of Topper’s name.

“He’s drowning him.” You heard Kiara speak behind you. Your eyes scanned the beach for something, anything — landing on a thick piece of driftwood, you wasted no time in sprinting over to it, picking it up almost like a baseball bat. You could hear your three friends calling your name as you ran up behind Topper, wielding the piece of wood like a weapon, ready and fully prepared to knock his ass out with it.

You were feet away from the angry, rich blonde before JJ had beat you to it, holding a gun to the back of his head. You stopped in your tracks, the piece of wood falling to your side as your jaw went slack and your eyes wide.

“JJ!” Kiara yelled.

“Dude, chill!” Pope shouted, walking up behind his erratic friend.

“JJ! Put the gun down!” Sarah tried, finally deciding to actually step in with the rest of you. The blonde girl shouted you and Kie’s names. “Will you check your psycho friend, please?!”. You and Kie simply ignored the girl.

“We’re good! We’re good!” Topper surrendered, releasing John B’s neck from his hands. You, along with Pope and Kiara, wasted no time in rushing over to aid your friend, kneeling in the wet sand and salt water next to him as the three of you sat him up.

“Everyone listen up!” JJ continued. “Get the hell off our side of the island!” He yelled, shooting stray bullets to the sky. You flinched slightly at the unexpected, ear-ringing sound.

“JJ!” You yelled at him, louder than you had the entire night. The crowd of teens dispersing, running every which way in between the trees. You made sure Kiara and Pope could take care of your wounded friend themselves before shooting up from your crouched position and approaching JJ, snatching his shoulder back to face you before pushing his chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you have any idea what you just did?!”

“I was saving his life, okay?!”

“By firing a gun you stole?!”

JJ had no idea the trouble he’d just created and the argument didn’t go much further than that when the four of you heard a splash and turned back to find John B, who’d collapsed, unconscious, back into the water.

“I’M CALLING IT OFF.” Was the first word said between any of you. It was the next morning and John B had called you all together at The Chateau, the five of you spread out in the yard. There was a cloud hanging over the group, a tense silence. The only noise being a ball JJ kept tossing back and forth. “Peterkin said that if I stay out of The Marsh, she’ll help with DCS.”

“And you believed her?” JJ asked as if his friend was the biggest dunce in the world.

“Yes, I believed her, JJ, she's the Sheriff. All I have to do is stay out The Marsh for a few days and she’ll help me out.” He repeated. “It doesn’t help that your ass was the one shooting a gun!”

JJ scoffed, shaking his head side to side. “Y’know what? I should’ve let Topper drown your ass.”

“Yeah, because Topper was really going to drown me.”

“It sure looked like it. I mean, have you looked in a mirror?” JJ shot back, leaning against a wooden post of the outdoor structure. “They always win, don’t they, man? They don’t want us in The Marsh which means there’s something valuable down there.” JJ tried to reason, eyes pleading with the rest of you. “I understand why you don’t wanna go.” He pointed at Pope. “You’re the Golden Boy, too much to risk.” Then his eyes were on Kie. “And you’re rich as fuck, anyway. Why would you bother?” She ignored him, rolling her eyes as his own blue ones landed on you. “And you? You-”

“Don’t go there, JJ.” You warned him, eyes connecting with his, a serious expression plastered all over your face. You stared at one another, a bitter exchange without words. Then, he was looking at John B.

“We got nothing nothing to lose. And I know it didn’t use to be that way for you.”

“I don’t wanna talk about this.”

“I have plan John B, just listen,” JJ started, staring at the tense back of his best friend who wouldn't face him. “You got the key to Cameron’s big boat, right?”

“No, dude-”

“There’s scuba gear!” The blonde protested, standing right next to John B now. “We borrow that, go down to The Wreck this afternoon-” Your eyes met Kie and Pope’s as you mockingly mouthed ‘borrow’, the jab followed by an eye roll. JJ Maybank was never known to just ‘borrow’ anything. “And that’s what going to save you. You don’t see rich kids going into foster care, do you?”

“AND WE’RE SERIOUSLY LETTING JOHN B STEAL FROM THE LION’S DEN?” You questioned as the remaining four of you lounged around the boat. “I mean, what if he gets caught? I doubt Ward will just let him go.”

“He won’t get caught.” JJ exhaustedly reassured you for the millionth time as he unanchored the small motor boat from the dock.

“And how do you know that?”

“Well, judging by the lanky bandana wearing boy waddling towards us with his hands occupied by oxygen tanks, I’d say he did just fine.” Everyone’s attention was now drawn to John B, climbing one leg over the other into the boat, letting the tanks clank against the floor of the water vehicle.

You were the first to snatch them up, shooting JJ a mean glare for his sarcasm. It was only seconds before you scoffed and let your head fal back, zoning your sights in on John B. “Good job, you scored empty tanks.”

“What?” He proclaimed breathlessly, a look of sheer confusion written across his face as you continued looking at the meters on the tanks.

You held up one of them on display. “This one's a quarter-full. That’s only enough for one of us. And judging by the look on your faces, I’m going to assume I’m the only one here who knows how to dive?” They all averted their eyes. “Great.”

“It’s kind of a kook sport…” JJ mumbled. You supposed he was right but for you it was just a skill that your dad had spent years teaching you, being a professional diver himself. “Plus, how hard could it be anyway. You put the thing in your mouth and breathe.”

“Well,” Pope started. “If you come up too fast the nitrogen could enter your bloodstream and you could get the bends.”

“The bends? Like bend over?-” JJ tried to joke before being cut off, his body in a half bent position.

“The bends kill you.” You and Pope both corrected simultaneously, both with the same amount of annoyance in your tone. Shaking your head, you stood up with the semi-full tank in hand and made your way over to Pope.

“You’re the only person I trust to help me with the math on this.” You proclaimed. The boy’s eyes widened, nearly jumping up from his feet, a notepad and pencil in his hand that seemed to almost appear out of thin air.

“Yeah, yeah, I can help,” He stammered. “The boat’s about thirty-feet down. So, at that depth, it’ll take twenty-five minutes. Which means you need to make your safety stop at about ten feet. For two minutes.”

“Got it.”

“When you’re down there,” JJ started, key in hand. “Look for the cargo hold, stick this thing inside, twist and pull-”

“I know how to use a key, JJ.”

“I- y’know you have been very sassy today, little miss thing, and I don’t appreciate it, alright?” He started ranting in mock-offense. “That’ll be the last time I try to help you.” He muttered, pouting next to Pope. You chuckled before picking up the oxygen meter, trying to make sure you would have enough air to decompress. And you did, just barely.

“Hey,” Pope announced. “If we get caught in The Marsh, we’re basically screwed, so…”

“Is this your way of telling me to get my ass into the water?” His eyes looked around as if he were thinking deeply, a small nonchalant shoulder shrug before he was replying.

“Mmm...Basically, yeah.” You snickered at the boy before stripping down to your bikini, pulling the tank over your shoulders and the mask down over your face before jumping in. Once you were in the water, you gave one last look to your friends before letting the air fill your lungs and going completely under.

You started to make your descent, slowly. Making your safety stop at what you estimated to be about ten feet as Pope has advised. Stopping for those two minutes before continuing to dive further down.

The water was dark, foggy, and murky — a lot different from diving in ocean water. It was like walking through an abandoned mansion with only a lighter to see. Nonetheless, your eyes landed on the cargo hold within the sunken boat. It was a small struggle trying to fit the key into the hole with the water swaying your hand in different directions but you managed after a couple tries.

Twisting and pulling as JJ had directed, the cargo holds door came up, floating gracefully to the side, revealing what was inside. A black duffel bag and even in the water, it was still decently heavy. You couldn’t waste time examining what was inside with the amount of oxygen you were running on, so you started to swim your way back up, careful not to move too fast.

Following the length of the bowline, the boat came into view the closer you got to the surface of the water. But then so did another, a slightly larger one. You stopped, squinting trying to make out whose boat it could be but it was pointless. The meter on your tank told you that you had about a minute before you were out of air.

You waited for what felt like minutes but what had really only been about fifteen seconds. Your heart thumped out of your chest when you saw a figure standing on the edge of your friend’s boat through the water that was far too buff to be any of your friends. And you could’ve sworn it was Deputy Shoupe.

You were still but you didn’t feel still enough, as if any slight movement might make the man able to see through water. To see you. You couldn’t get caught in The Marsh. They couldn’t know Scooter’s boat was here. One wrong move and you could screw this all up. Despite your nerves, you looked frantically at the meter in your hand — fifteen seconds of air left.

And it just kept getting lower.

You were mentally screaming at whoever that figure was to get the hell out of here. Ten seconds. Then five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Zero.

You had no air left and your only option was to hold your breath and hope for the best. And maybe a little hope was all you needed because by the grace of God, the figure retreated not long before the boat was speeding away. You wasted no time in swimming towards the surface, bursting through the waves and snatching the mask off as fresh air filled your lungs.

You heard sighs of relief as your chest filled and your hearing returned to normal.

“Don’t scare us like that!”

“Scare you?” You breathed out, treading water while looking at your four friends. “I thought I was gonna die!”

“What’d you find?” asked Pope.

“I don’t know but it’s something.” You started swimming back towards the boat, throwing the bag overhand towards JJ as you climbed up the ladder.

“You good?” Pope questioned, concerned. “You scared the shit out of us. The cops were up here but we took care of ‘em.” So it was Shoupe, you thought as you plopped yourself down on the boat, wasting little time in shrugging the tank off of your back when you spotted another boat coming in your direction.

“Guys? Bogey, two o’clock.” You announced, breathlessly.

“Anybody recognize it?” Pope asked, prompting collective ‘no’s’ to sound out.

“What’re they doing here? The Marsh is closed…” John B questioned silently.

"Maybe they don't know?" You threw out.

“My vote’s on not sticking around to find out.” JJ advised, going straight for the bowline as fast as he could to unanchor the boat. John B began steering the boat before the anchor was even completely out of the water.

“Go into The Marsh. Go.” Pope commanded firmly. At that moment, the opposing boat followed the HMS Pogue and you could’ve sworn it sped up.

“They’re definitely following us.” Kie voiced worriedly. Looking back, there were only two men on the boat. Two faces you’d never seen in Kildare before.

“Gun it, JJ!” John B shouted. There was no doubt that you all were being followed at this point and you didn’t want to know what would happen if they caught up. Your hand was gripping the edge of the boat as it sped through the shaky waters, the small boat practically zooming past everything in sight but the two men remained on your tail. Suddenly, the man not steering the motorboat behind you pulled out something — a unmistakable object.

“Guys, get down!” Was the last thing heard and the only thing you could shout before a shot rang out in the air, a stray bullet clanking against the structure of John B’s boat but failing to puncture anything severe, everyone ducking except the boy himself.

“John B, get down!” Another shot followed, zooming right past your head. So close and so fast that you didn’t even see it, the only sign being the sound of wind breaking next to your ear and a stinging, burning sensation at the top of it.

“Jesus!” You shouted, slouching against the inside of the boat, smooshing yourself in between Kiara and Pope. Your hand went up to hold your ear, pulling it back to reveal a small amount of blood on the tips of your fingers. You doubted you got fatally shot, it couldn’t have been anything more than graze.

“Are you okay?” Kie asked as you drifted your own eyes to meet hers, a genuine concern swimming in her gaze. Your sights roamed her face for a moment before nodding and touching your ear slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine.”

Then a third shot was sounding out. “Shit!” yelled Kie, her own eyes were focused on some netting laying in the boat. You watched as she got up and grabbed the material, throwing it over the back of the boat just as the fourth, and hopefully final, shot rang out. The boat that had been following you all spun out once it the net, the trap causing their engine to fail, sending you miles ahead of them in seconds.

You all stood up and stared back at the male figures disappearing behind you, chuckles leaving you all one by one until the boat was nearly shaking with triumphant laughter. You turned to JJ, giving him a victorious double high-five.

“Oh, damn,” His smile fell as his gaze turned to the left side of your face. “Did you get hit?” He asked, his hands reaching out to trail his fingers down the length of your neck, pulling them back to reveal the red substance decorating his fingers.

“Barely. I’ll be fine.”

“You’ll have a sick scar, though.”

You scoffed at this. “A girl can only dream.”

THE SUN HAD SET BY THE TIME YOU ALL HAD REACHED THE DOCK. The four of you had all but flew off the boat and onto the wooden platform, John B rushing to unzip the duffel bag you’d retrieved, still shivering slightly from your damp state. You’d thrown your t-shirt back on at some point, using your shorts to soak up the blood from your ear which made them un-wearable.

“It’s gotta be money right?” You expressed, shaking the remaining water from your damp hair.

“That or a couple of keys with street value from the low to mid-mills.”

“Can we please just open the bag?” Pope blurted quite aggressively. The group turning to him in shock and amusement.

“Wow, Pope. That’s a… rare outburst of emotion.” John B added.

“You guys are literally killing me with anticipation.”

“Same.” You added in your two cents. “I almost drowned for this.”

“We all almost died for this.” Pope cut in.

“Yeah, that too, I guess.” You dismissed him playfully.

John B finished unzipping the bag, revealing a metal container about the size of a human thigh. Anchoring the object between his knees, he grunted and groaned as he attempted to twist it open until it popped, allowing him to twist off the top and reveal…

“A compass?” Kie said unamused, almost disgustedly. Pope threw his hands over his head and JJ scoffed.

“Great job, everybody. We found a compass.” The blonde threw out. But John B saw something. He was looking at this object as if it meant the entire world to him, and that look prompted you to kneel next to your best friend and set a hand on his shoulder.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” You asked softly, eyes fleeting back and forth between John B’s watery gaze and the dingy compass.

“...This was my father’s.”

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Trip Tucker Whump | Star Trek Enterprise

SEASON 1 1x01-1x02 Broken Bow Pt. 1 & 2 - Hits the ceiling, bug jumpscare, knocked down, aggravated 1x04 Strange New World - Bug jumpscare, panic, hallucinating, aggravated, paranoid, infected, standoff, freaking out, stunned unconscious, 1x05 Unexpected - Coughing, high, overstimulated/confused, pregnant!, paranoid, stressed, crying 1x07 The Andorian Incident - Held hostage, held at fazerpoint, punched, very bruised 1x08 Breaking the Ice - Guilt 1x12 Silent Enemy - Sad, exhausted 1x13 Dear Doctor - Crying (watching a movie) 1x15 Shadows of P'Jem - Tackled, chokehold, kidnapped, restrained 1x16 Shuttlepod One - Stranded, denial/aggrevated, freezing, drunk, unconscious 1x17 Fusion - Talks about childhood/regret 1x19 Acquisition - Whipped multiple times, pain, wrestling 1x20 Oasis - Outnumbered/led into a trap 1x22 Vox Sola - Dragged, captured, restrained, panic, squeezed, pain, weak, slowly passing out, unconscious 1x24 Desert Crossing - Knocked down multiple times, bruised ribs, exhausted, collapses, delerious, heat exhaustion, respectfully threatened, weak, heat stroke, exhausted, coughing, knocked down 1x25 Two Days and Two Nights - Led into a trap, thrown to the ground, robbed, stunned unconscious, hangover, restrained 1x26 Shockwave - Shuttle caught in explosion, visible head trauma, unconscious, concussion, angry

SEASON 2 2x01 Shockwave Pt. 2 - Held at fazerpoint 2x04 Dead Stop - Reprimanded, thinks friend is dead 2x08 The Communicator - Forcefully knocked down, wind knocked out of him, arm MIA 2x09 Singularity - Unconscious, infected, obsessive, increasingly agitated 2x10 Vanishing Point - Guilt 2x11 Precious Cargo - Knocked unconscious, hit, crash landing, stranded, scratched, aggravated, thrown against a rock, suffocated 2x12 The Catwalk - Exposed to radiation 2x13 Dawn - Shuttle attacked, crash landing, stranded with an enemy, bruised, multiple altercations, knocked down multiple times, shot unconscious, restrained, kicked multiple times, sliced, bleeding, tackled, choked, blinded, punched multiple times, very bruised face, exhausted 2x14 Stigma - Rizzed up the Docs wife, guilt, uncomfy 2x16 Future Tense - Knocked down, unconscious 2x17 Canamar - Presumed dead, captured, bruised, electrocuted, annoyed, shot unconscious 2x18 The Crossing - Possessed multiple times, body held hostage, headbutted, bleeding, choking on CO2, weak, passes out 2x21 The Breach - Hanging, scrapes/bruises from the slide 2x22 Cogenitor - Reprimanded, insane guilt 2x25 Bounty - Shot unconscious 2x26 The Expanse - Sister dies, all the stages grief

SEASON THREE 3x01 The Xindi - Nightmare 3x02 Anomaly - Insomnia, burned wrist, pain 3x04 Rajiin - Tired, hit on the head, bleeding 3x07 The Shipment - Panic from bomb timer 3x08 Twilight - Dies 3x10 Similitude - Dies, caught in explosion, head trauma, comatose, cloned (o7), emotional goodbyes 3x13 Proving Ground - Talks about Sister 3x14 Strategem - Falls to the ground 3x15 Harbinger - Knocked unconscious, emotional pain 3x16 Doctors Orders - An angry hallucination 3x17 Hatchery - Part of a mutiny, "nerve damage," pushed, 3x18 Azati Prime - Worried x2, chaos in the engine room 3x19 Damage - Forced on, choked, shocked/knocked down 3x20 The Forgotten - Exhausted, nightmare, guilt, angry, grieving, meltdown/cries 3x21 E Squared - Worried, shot unconscious 3x22 The Council - Pulled a muscle 3x24 Zero Hour - Decaying, friend dies, in shock

SEASON FOUR 4x01 Storm Front Pt. 1 - Shot unconscious, captured, 4x02 Storm Front Pt. 2 - POW, badly bruised, weak, body slammed, duplicated: stunned unconscious, restrained 4x03 Home - Heartbroken 4x06 The Augments - Still heartbroken 4x10 Daedalus - Nervous 4x11 Observer Effect - Virus, coughing fit, collapse, pain, manhandled, exhausted, sedated, possessed, weak, dying, shallow breathing, dies 4x12 Babel One - Thrown, stranded 4x13 United - Thrown multiple times, exposed to large amounts of radiation, passes out, weak, jumps out of ship 4x14 The Aenar - Talks about near death experience, worried, guilt, heartbroken 4x15 Affliction - Transferring, daydreaming 4x16 Divergence - Insanely dangerous external ship transfer during warp 4x17 Bound - Agitated, punched multiple times, bruised 4x18 In a Mirror, Darkly Pt. 1 - Alternate reality; radiated scarred face, agitated, imprisoned, interrogated, electrocuted multiple times, mind melded 4x19 In a Mirror, Darkly Pt. 2 - Intimidated 4x20 Demons - Troubled, captured 4x21 Terra Prime - Betrayed, kicked multiple times, thrown, imprisoned, shot, weak, unconscious, protected, sling, sobbing 4x22 These Are The Voyages - Sacrifices himself, explosion, serious burns, difficulty breathing, fucking dies

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@pscentral event 07: space disney channel + (some) space references (layout insp.)

In Order:

Austin & Ally (2011-2016) 2x13 - Couples & Careers 3x10 - Critics & Confidence 3x15 - Eggs & Extraterrestrials

Jessie (2011-2015) 3x18 - Spaced Out

Phineas and Ferb (2007-2015) 1x01 - Rollercoaster 1x47 - Unfair Science Fair Redux (Another Story) 2x12 - The Chronicles of Meap 3x41 - Meapless in Seattle

Liv and Maddie (2013-2017) 1x21 - Space-Werewolf-a-Rooney

Hannah Montana (2006 - 2011) 2x18 - That’s What Friends Are For?

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S 3 (2022) dir. Paul Hoen

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody (2005-2008) 1x26 - Boston Holiday

The Suite Life on Deck (2008-2011) 2x26 - Starship Tipton

Kim Possible (2002-2007) 3x06 - Dimension Twist 4x21/22 - Graduation

Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century (1999) dir. Kenneth Johnson

Wizards of Waverly Place (2007-2012) 2x08 - Harper Knows 4x18 - Wizards vs. Asteroid

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Something Something Walter Boys 1x01 Review.

I am already crying at the delivery of this dialogue. What have I gotten myself into?

"This is so awesome, I can't believe you pulled it off" literally people are just dancing. What exactly is amazing about this?

I know that a Gen Z somewhere can deliver dialogue without it being stilted. I know they exist.

If Jackie is SO good at this, she should be walking around and talking with her friend instead standing in one spot the entire time. Jesus Christ, be Caroline. Be Marissa.

"Oh my god, this is going to be the best night ever!" I mean, is it?

Oh, Donna, I already know you deserve better.

Btw, 9 times out of 10, I will probably call Catherine Donna because she's Donna.

Those eyes make me feel unsafe in my own home. I'm not even sure who this boy is even though he was just introduced.

They're trying to make this house seem chaotic and it's one boy on a skateboard. A contained swordfighting scene and a dog in a pool.

Jackie is cute and it's all of these ugly to mediocre white boys omg.

LIKE, THEY GAVE AN ENTRANCE FOR THIS?

No no no no no no no, if it's not this

I DON'T WANT IT

"Don't worry about it, New York". They couldn't come up with something better?

Why wouldn't they clear the bedroom of Donna's art supplies ?

"She has to learn how to take a bit of rough and tumble, she'll never survive here otherwise" your lives seem pretty cush, it's not like you're all working on the orchard or doing chores or doing any sort of work/labour to help out on the land when she arrives. You're swimming in a pool.

Well, she's moving her entire life here of course she has a lot of stuff?? This is supposed to indicate that she's sheltered or spoiled or something but she's literally uprooting her life. That comes with boxes.

I AM SO SORRY ABOUT ALBERT. He sprayed her with water, he didn't jump on her or anything.

Donna is actually acting and is natural and just commands the space and everyone else is stilted af.

This exposition dump is KILLING me.

"the rough and tumble"

Ah yes, taking the obligatory apple for breakfast instead of eating a meal.

The only reason why I'm going to remember Cole's name is because his hair fills me with rage.

I'm trying hard to be sympathetic to Jackie because you know her family died and she's in a new city and in a new school but please get out of the damn car. You're moving SLOW. Have anxiety about not knowing where your classes are while you're walking to the school entrance.

"Not like them fancy Manhattan schools, huh?" I mean, even Spence looks like this

it's a building. Relax.

everything about this person infuriates me. this looks like a HORRIBLE kiss

also, wouldn't you go to the office to get your schedule? Do Colorado schools not have offices because they just can't keep up with New York?

"can you stand up and tell us something about yourself?" I have never experienced anything like that when a new student came to class when I was in high school. It was just a "this is xyz. take a seat." and then we moved on.

And wouldn't teachers be briefed on the fact that her family died in an accident beforehand? O for 2, Colorado.

Is that Alex? I'm not entirely sure he's human.

I'm also partially convinced Cole is actually AI.

We never actually got letter grades outside of elementary school.

This is a horrible guidance counsellor. Get her more challenging classes if she wants them. She has a goal to get into Princeton, don't just be like "that's a tough school to get into" if you want to introduce backups to her, you can be like there are lots of other great schools to add to your roster.

"My last school was very supportive of my goals" and the guidance counsellor wants to talk about how she stopped seeing her friends, which fine, you want to make sure she's coping and emotionally stable and has a well-rounded life but don't dismiss this girl's academic goals, jesus christ.

"This is a good school" then put her in some AP classes, what the HELL?

Oh, they don't have many for her year. Well.

"Princeton will understand." NO THEY WON'T. BITCH, YOU'RE A GUIDANCE COUNSELLOR?

LMAO, sorry, I think I'm having flashbacks to my own high school experience where I had to fight to be taken seriously about my average and wanting to get into top schools in Canada and with particular teachers telling me to settle.

I had to look up how old the actor who plays Cole is because I was like, sir, you are like 27 year old man pretending to be 10 years younger and it's not working for you. You can't pull it off. (He's 25).

He's supposed to be using his pretty privilege to cut the line but he isn't pretty so I'm just confused.

And he isn't charming.

"Do you like her?" She has been there for literally a day.

So, are we just not going to talk about racism? In Colorado?

a) who runs into class like that? b) "Hey, Sky, you know that new girl who was sitting with Cole?" "Yeah, she's right beside you." That's all you needed to say. This is SO contrived. I'm DYING.

Kylie, Jackie, Skyler jesus christ. This sounds like a wattpad story.

"Jackie's landed in boy heaven" Girl, you need to get out more.

I will also remember Grace's name because I want to murder her.

Oh God no, she talks and I can't do it. Shut UP.

"Miss J Crew." "Um, it's Ralph Lauren??" could've been funny if any of these people could act.

I also like how Cole's not-girlfriend is talking about how vanilla Jackie's clothes are and she's dressed in the most basic bitch outfit.

"I'm not buying this little Orphan Annie act" ... I mean her entire family did die though, do you think she faked that?

Also, Jackie embarrassing whatsherface means nothing when it isn't in front of other people that matter to whatsherface. This should be in front of all of whatsherface's friends including Cole. This is just basic teen drama logic.

Grace opens her mouth --

me:

I'm not sure why I didn't number these.

This is a pretty lax ranch or orchard or whatever.

Her hair is distracting

"Any other dangerous animals I should know about?" I mean, I don't think they would have a venomous snake just roaming about.

Cole is not charismatic enough for this.

oh my god, the boy who grew up around horses knows how to take care of horses, he's SO sweet. jesus christ.

AND SHE PET THE HORSE AND CALLED THE HORSE BEAUTIFUL SO HE'S LOOKING AT HER LIKE SHE'S BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE NO OTHER GIRL IN THE HISTORY OF HIS EXISTENCE EVER PET A HORSE.

Oh thank god it's over.

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Thinking About Alan Ginsberg and Holy Ghost Narrator Dean

The song which plays out the ending of SPNWin 1x01 Pilot is “I’d Love to Change the World” by Ten Years After (1971) which I think is pretty significant. It’s a song about the counter-culture of John Winchester’s era in the 1960s/70s:

“Everywhere is freaks and hairies Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity?

Tax the rich, feed the poor 'Til there are no rich no more

I'd love to change the world But I don't know what to do So I'll leave it up to you”

That sounds like Narrator-Dean telling us he wishes he could change Narrator-Chuck’s story (and hello queer culture reference).

I was thinking about how Kerouac’s On the Road inspired Kripke in the creation of Supernatural, and how Holy Ghost Narrator Dean feels inspired by Kerouac’s friend Ginsberg.

Dean-as-Narrator-God is reflecting on war-trauma and its impacts, in his (re)telling of his parents’ stories in The Winchesters.

John and Carlos’ Vietnam War trauma (which John visited on his sons) Lata’s father’s war trauma (which he visited violently on her) but also Dean’s own war trauma, inherited from his father John and his father God, and lived bloody in his long battle against God (externally) and his father’s ghost (internally).

1x04 Masters of War, in which John seems to accept Mars-Neto’s challenge to become a killer in the war against the Akrida (taking on the continuing mantle of war, rather than dealing with his PTSD by going to therapy, like Carlos) is a reference to Bob Dylan’s anti-war (and anti-war profiteering) song of that name. Dylan and Alan Ginsberg were good friends, and Ginsberg was also vocally anti-Vietnam War.

This put me in mind of Ginsberg’s own amazing anti-war poem Wichita Vortex Sutra (1966) in which he declares the end of the Vietnam War.

Doesn’t it sound like Holy Ghost Narrator Dean to you?

Wichita Vortex Sutra - Allan Ginsberg (1966)

https://genius.com/Allen-ginsberg-wichita-vortex-sutra-3-annotated

I’m an old man now

and a lonesome man in Kansas

but not afraid to speak my lonesomeness in a car, because not only my lonesomeness it’s Ours, all over America,

O tender fellows—

& spoken lonesomeness is Prophecy

in the moon 100 years ago or in

the middle of Kansas now

It’s not the vast plains mute our mouths

that fill at midnite with ecstatic language when our trembling bodies hold each other breast to breast on a mattress—

Not the empty sky that hides the feeling from our faces nor our skirts and trousers that conceal the bodylove emanating in a glow of beloved skin, white smooth abdomen down to the hair between our legs,

It’s not a God that bore us that forbid

our Being, like a sunny rose

all red with naked joy

between our eyes & bellies, yes

All we do is for this frightened thing we call Love, want and lack— fear that we aren’t the one whose body could be beloved of all the brides of Kansas City, kissed all over by every boy of Wichita—

O but how many in their solitude weep aloud like me— On the bridge over Republican River almost in tears to know how to speak the right language—

on the frosty broad road

uphill between highway embankments

I search for the language that is also yours—

almost all our language has been taxed by war.,,,

https://allenginsberg.org/2022/02/m-f-21/

#Supernatural #The Winchesters #The Winchesters meta #SPNWin 1x01 #Pilot #Beat influences on Supernatural #Kerouac #On the Road #Ginsberg #Wichita Vortex Sutra #Holy Ghost Narrator Dean #Winchester Family Dynamics #War trauma down the generations #Robbie Thompson

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The Idol 1x01: Quotes

“- But what is the image saying? (Xander) - That she’s young, beautiful, and damaged. (Nikki) - Sh... - Eh, not damaged. She had problems that she overcame beautifully. (Nikki) - O-Okay. Uh, the robe, the hospital wristband. (Xander) - Mm-hmm. - I mean, are we romanticizing mental illness? (Xander) - Absolutely. (Nikki) - And you’re fine with that? That’s cool? (Xander) - You people are so out of touch. (Nikki) - You people? (Xander) - You college-educated internet people. (Nikki) - Okay, yeah. You’re criticizing me for going to college. (Xander) - Oh, will you let people enjoy sex, drugs, and hot girls, okay? Stop trying to cock-block America. (Nikki) - No, Nikki, I’m not some sort of prude. I just don’t think that with everything that she has been through, she should be wearing a hospital wristband. (Xander) - Mental illness is sex. (Nikki) - No, it’s not. (Xander) - Yeah. If you live in Sioux City, Iowa, you are never gonna meet a girl like Jocelyn. She’s not walking down the street, she didn’t got to your high school, she doesn’t work at the bar or the diner, and she did not marry your best friend. And if, on the off chance, she did, she is still never, ever gonna fuck you. Unless, she has some very, very serious mental problems. And that right there is why mental illness is sexy.” (Nikki)

“- According to the nudity rider, we only can show the side boob, the under boob, and the side flank. (the intimacy coordinator) - I didn’t ask. She did it. (the photograph) - Okay, so I’m not allowed to show my body? (Jocelyn) - Not in the general, like, human rights structure of it all. (the intimacy coordinator) - You realize how fucking annoying and insane that sounds? (Xander) - It’s actually very progressive. It’s to make sure she doesn’t feel pressured. (the intimacy coordinator) - Right. I don’t feel pressured. (Jocelyn) - Fully respect that. (the intimacy coordinator) - This is her album cover. (Xander) - It’s also my boob and my house. (Jocelyn) - Fully respect body autonomy.” (the intimacy coordinator)

- “Hey! You! Come here! You want $ 5′000? You keep this door shut for the next three hours. Hold it. You gotta hold it really hard. (Chaim) - Who’s in here? (a guy) - All right? None of your business. Just take it or leave it, yes? Yeah? Okay, good. (Chaim) - Yeah, yeah.” (a guy)

“- No one’s having a pschotic... Let’s all calm down. (Benjamin) - Yeah, please.(Chaim) - Deep breath. Kay. I’m gonna give some information. I need it to be received peacefully, calmly. Okay? We’re the number one trending topic on Twitter. (Benjamin) - Okay. All right. (Nikki) - It’s not... (Benjamin) - No. I find out who did this. May God have mercy on their fucked up, depraved soul. Okay?” (Chaim)

“- It’s gotta say, it’s gotta say “revenge porn”. It’s gotta say “revenge porn” or they’re not gonna take it down (on the phone). - Andrew Finkelstein (at the gate). - Do you have ID? (security guard) - No, I’m from Live Nation. I’ve been here many, many times. (Andrew) - That’s great. Do you have ID? (security guard) - No, I don’t fucking have ID! (Andrew) - There’s a lotta people here today. We can’t let anyone in without an ID. (security guard) - Jesus fucking... Okay, let me deal with this fuckin’jabroni. Hang on. I’m gonna Google myself. Here, watch this. Ready? “Andrew Finkelstein, Live Nation”. What? Whoa! Who’s that? Huh? See that punim? See this face? See that face? Wow, they’re similar. (Andrew) - Okay, okay, sir, calm down. You don’t have to be so rude about it. I’ll get this figured out, okay? (security guard) - Yeah, I don’t have to be so rude. You know, my fucking star client has face full of cum. I’m not rude. (Andrew) - Mr. Finkelstein. So sorry for the inconvenience. (security guard) - Now you’re sorry. Thank you. (Andrew) - Right this way. (security guard) - You’re mensch. Wonderful fucking service.” (Andrew)

“- Lock him in a closet, too? (Destiny) - Remind me to let that guy out at some point, but not yet. (Chaim)

“- You know, you worry too much. Just relax. (Chaim) - I worry too much. My shareholders think I worry too little. You know, every time I fuckin’ breathe in and out, I hemorrhage money for Christ’s sake.” (Andrew)

“- Oh, there’s no shame in being a slut, case in point. I’m just worried she’s having another psychotic break. (Andrew) - No, no, she never had a psychotic break. Never had one. She was just exhausted and she was tired. (Destiny) - She’s a trouper. She reminds me of myself at that age. Okay, the thought of you younger is terrifying to me. (Benjamin) - I was having fun. I was getting fucked in the ass of the Capital Records building stairwell and then walking straight into meetings. (Nikki) - Yeah, I remember. I was the one fucking you. (Andrew) - Jesus Christ! (Benjamin) - Learn form the best. (Andrew) - Can I just remind everybody that we have “Vanity Fair” with us today? So, if we could just... keep the shit-talk to a... (Benjamin) - Oh, my God! Having her around is like living in communist China. (Nikki) - Benjamin, did you get the revised statement from Holly? (Andrew) - Revenge porn? (Benjamin) - Yeah, exactly that. Make sure that every dipshit with a keyboard has it spoon-fed down their fuckin’throat. (Andrew) - But it’s true? (Benjamin) - Well, if we say it it. (Andrew) - I’m in a “Twilight Zone” episode. (Benjamin) - All right, people. (Andrew) - Okay, see you later. (Nikki) - We live to fight another day.” (Andrew)

“- Tomorrow, I wanna wake up to, uh, like, 150 Google Alerts telling me Jocelyn’s some kind of feminist hero, right? (Nikki). - Okay. Yeah, me too. (Benjamin) - You can do that. (Nikki) - But I’m gonna start with victim and move up from there. (Benjamin) - Yeah well, it’s the same difference. (Nikki) - I don’t understand anything. How could it possibly be any fucking worse? Just tell me a scandal that was worse, recently! (Chaim - we don’t want to know). - She’s coming out of it more famous than when she came in. And that’s! That’s the win. Let’s just put it that way.” (Benjamin)

- “Ah, you’re dangerous. I mean, how could anyone not fall in love with you? (Tedros) - I don’t even know you. (Jocelyn) - You fit perfectly in my arms.” (Tedros)

- “What a fuckin’ boner killer. (Tedros) - I know, she prevented us from starting our family. (Jocelyn) - (...) and I hate it, and you’re gonna hate it, too. (Jocelyn) - You hate it? How can you put out something you hate? (Tedros) - Well, you obviously don’t work in the music industry. Pop music is just... superficial. (Jocelyn) - I think Prince would disagree with you. (Tedros) - I love Prince. (Jocelyn) - Are you gonna call “When Doves Cry” fuckin’ superficial? (Tedros) - No, I love that song. (Jocelyn) - If that song came out today, it’d be a smash tomorrow. (Tedros) - So, all I have to do is make music like Prince? (Jocelyn) - I didn’t say that. (Tedros) - Easy. I’ll just do that. (Jocelyn) - No... I didn’t say that. (Tedros) - Why didn’t I think of that? (Jocelyn) - You can’t make music like Prince. Pop music is like the ultimate Trojan Horse. Ya get people to dance, ya get people to sing along. Could say whatever you want. Shit’s powerful. (Tedros) - I like you. (Jocelyn) - I like you, too. You got the best job in the world. Should be having way more fun. (Tedros) - I’m trying.” (Jocelyn) While playing “Pieces of Your Heart” by Meduza & Goodboys)

“- Did it hurt? That photo? The betrayal of it? (Talia from Vanity Fair) - Of course. But, I mean, what am I supposed to do? (Jocelyn) - I don’t know. Fuck up the guy that did it to you. (Talia) - Like in the piece you’re writing? (Jocelyn) - Yeah, actually. I think it would be inspirational for young women and girls all around the world who have been targeted and humiliated in the way you were. (Talia) - Revenge is empowerment? (Jocelyn) - It’s human, I think. (Talia) - Look, I mean. I think... five years ago when people would tell me that it was important to comment on something publicly, I would buy into it. But now I just know that I’m being hustled. (Jocelyn) - Yeah, I mean, obviously, my editor is breathing down my neck, gun to my back, trying to get me to get you to talk about this photo. It’s all anyone can talk about. (Talia) - I get it. We all have to answer to somebody. (Jocelyn) - Who do you answer to? (Talia) - God.” (Jocelyn - Wrong, the public opinion).

“- I don’t know. I haven’t done anything in, like, a year. And I just feel like people are, like, waiting for me to fail. And I just don’t wanna, like prove them right. (Jocelyn) - Yeah, but, Joss, you always do this. You always second-guess yourself right before something comes out. You’re just gonna drive yourself crazy. (Leia) - I just don’t wanna, like, make a fool of myself. I don’t want people to, like, make fun of me. (Jocelyn) - They are not. Trust me. It’s good. It’s, like, really good. (Leia) - (....) What’s wrong with him? (Jocelyn) - He’s so rape-y. (Leia) - Yeah, I kinda like that about him. (Jocelyn) - Joss... No. Gross. So disturbing.” (Leia)

“- Hello, Angel. (Tedros) - You call all the girls Angel? (Jocelyn) - Just you. (Tedros) - Yeah right. (Jocelyn) - Fuck’s up with her? She doesn’t wanna hang out with us? (Tedros) - She’s my assistant. And my best friend. (Jocelyn) - She’s your best friend and your assistant? (Tedros) - Yeah. (Jocelyn) - She’s your best friend that words for you? (Tedros) - Yeah, isn’t that nice? (Tedros) - Really? Hm. (Jocelyn) - Don’t you think that’s kinda, like a nice arrangement? Oh, for her it’s amazing. Fuck. Can I be your best friend? I’d love to get paid. (Tedros) - Can I play you my new song? (Jocelyn) - Are you desperate to put this specific song out? (Tedros) - No, I’m not desperate to put anything out, my team is. ‘Cause everyone in my life is, like, telling me that it’s really great, but I don’t believe them. (Jocelyn) - Why? (Tedros) - ‘Cause when you’re famous, everyone lies to you. (Jocelyn) - And you trust me? (Tedros) - I just think you’re enough of an asshole that you might tell me the truth. (Jocelyn) - Cheers to that. (Tedros) - I don’t know. I feel like it’s, like, too superficial or something. (Jocelyn) - (...) If you’re gonna sing a song called “I’m a Freak” you should at least sing it like you know how to fuck. You gotta stop carin’ what people think. You are too locked up in your head. (Tedros) - Yeah? (Jocelyn) - Yeah, you’re thinking too much. You need to block out the world. Feel it. Do you trust me? (Tedros) - No. (Jocelyn - Good reply!)

#the idol #hbo #hbo the idol #hbo series #the idol 1x01 #the idol 1x01 quotes #the idol quotes #jocelyn x tedros #the idol thoughts

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, February 1st

Radio: In Washington D.C., the FBI today reported that all of its serial killer profiles have been mysteriously downloaded from its central computer. Ms. Calendar knocks on the door. Ms. Calendar: Hi. I got your message. What's so urgent? Giles: (turns off the radio and gets up) Um, thank you for coming. Uh, I need your help. (laughs nervously) But before that, um, I need you to believe something that, um, you may not want to. Uh, there's, uh... something's got into the, um... i-i-inside, um... (takes a breath and lets it out) There's a demon in the Internet.

~~I Robot, You Jane~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor. Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here.

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

About Time by badly_knitted (Xander, Angel/Angelus, Buffy, PG)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Accidental Finds - Chapter 1 by calikocat (crossover with "Psych" and "Teen Wolf", Xander, T)

What the hell is a Bothy? - Chapter 1 by Alwaysandforevermylove (Killing Eve crossover, Buffy/Faith, E)

Encounters, Ch. 1-2 by holetoledo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Off My Rocker, Ch. 9 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, R)

She came back wrong, Ch. 16 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Mirror, Mirror - Ch. 7 by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Accidental Finds, Ch. 1 by calikocat (crossover with "Psych" and "Teen Wolf", Xander, FR15)

Mirror, Mirror - Ch. 7 by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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Buffy/Willow artwork by mortalkombat4 (worksafe)

Drawing: some Willow outfits by softest-butch (worksafe)

Meme: o mother of the walls... by TeddyTheEpicDoodle (worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

Mad about lovers walk and especially about Cordelia falling through the cement stairs by wolfstrong

Name A Scene You Think Is Underrated by Holden Norgorov and others

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5.08 Destiny | Angel on Top

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Episode 1x01 : Welcome to the Hellmouth - rewatch notes by Tellington & Vallantyn

[Fandom Discussions]

Almost four seasons into Buffy now and I’m still not really fully behind any particular ship by aboonebeckerboone

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[How Dawn would change the episode "Ted"] by corvidyus

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Your Buffy Soundtrack by fauxindigo

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jelenxpanda · 2 years

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Spis wszystkich 158 odcinków Boy Meets World

1x01 Pilot

1x02 Na płocie (na rordrożu, On The Fence) - Cory chce już zarabiać własne pieniądze, bo chce kupić sobie pistolet na wodę, więc Mr. Feeny wykorzystuje to, a Alan chce żeby Cory nadal był dzieckiem

1x03 Ojciec wie mniej (Ojciec nie wie lepiej, Father Knows Less)- Alan chce spędzać czas ze swoim synem, powodując tym problemy w jego szkole i nauce

1x04 Alternatywni koledzy Coryego (Alternatywni przyjaciele, Cory's Alternative Friends) -

1x05 Zabójcze pszczoły (Geograficzna zagadka, Killer Bees)

1x06 Boys II Mensa (Geniusz) -

1x07 Babcia była Rolling Stone (Babcia była odjazdowa, )

1x08 Zakład nauczycieli

1x09 Class pre-union (Spotkanie klasowe)

1x10 Mały pomocnik Mikołaja 🎄🎅

1x11 Gra między synem a ojcem

1x12 Raz w miłości do Amy

1x13 Kocha mnie czy nie

1x14 The B-team of life (Zawsze na drugim miejscu)

1x15 Modelowa rodzina

1x16 Ryzykowny biznes

1x17 Ścigany

1x18 To jest wspaniała noc

1x19 Dziecięce rękawiczki

1x20 Toczy się gra

1x21 Chłopak poznaje dziewczynę

1x22 Śniłem o nauczycielu

2x01 Powrót do szkoły

2x02 Łączenie się w pary

2x03 Notoryczny

2x04 Ja i Pan Joad

2x05 Nieproszeni goście

2x06 Kto boi się Wilko-Coryea

2x07 Obudź się mały Cory

2x08 Zespół w biegu

2x09 Skreślony strach

2x10 Siostra Teresa

2x11 Broda

2x12 Obrót

2x13 Cyrano

2x14 Nie jestem oszustem

2x15 Trudno prawidłowo z kimś zerwać

2x16 Niebezpieczny chłopak

2x17 W radiu - Corey i Shawn chcą prowadzić szkolne radio

2x18 Na haku oszusta

2x19 Niewłaściwa strona torów - Eric chcę spotykać się z dziewczyną, która jeździ na łyżwach, tyle że skłamał, a Jason mu pomaga. Corey i Shawn mają zadane, żeby napisać sobie nawzajem biografię i niestety przerywa to ich kłótnia

2x20 Kartkówka - Corey i Shawn niechcący dowiedzieli się co będzie na niezapowiedzianej kartkówcę, a także szkolny gang musi znaleźć nowego przywódcę

2x21 Dreszczyk w mieście - Topanga zbiera informacje do księgi uczniów i Cory chcąc mięć ciekawy wpis postanawia zapisać się do szkolnej grupy zapaśniczej

2x22 Dzień karier

2x23 Dom

3x01 Dziewczyna mojego przyjaciela

3x02 Podwójne kłamstwo

3x03 Nie o to mi chodziło

3x04 He said She said

3x05 Bohater z sąsiedztwa

3x06 Mała świnka

3x07 Konsekwencje prawdy

3x08 Zachwycać się

3x09 Ostatnia pokusa Coryego

3x10 Pociąg wyrzutków

3x11 Miastowi próżniacy

3x12 Trawa jest bardziej zielona

3x13 Starzy i nowi przyjaciele

3x14 Pocaunek jest czymś więcej niż pocaunkiem

3x15 Serce jest samotnym łowcą

3x16 Burzliwa pogoda

3x17 Różowe dziecko flaming

3x18 Lekcje życiowe

3x19 Byłem nastoletnim agentem

3x20 Nigdy nie śpiewałem dla mojego opiekuna prawnego - Eric daje korków głupszemu uczniowi, a Shawn odnajduje tatę

3x21 Najszczęśliwsze show na świecie

3x22 Brother brother

4x01 Możesz znowu wrócić do domu

4x02 Dzisiaj włosy, jutro reszta - Topanga obcieła sobie włosy, a Eric chce zostać detektywem

4x03 Nie będę już opryskiwać sałaty - Alan rezygnuje z pracy, Cory boi się, że będzie biedny, Amy jest zła że mąż podjął jednostronną decyzję, a ten chce otworzyć własny biznes z Ericiem, i otwierają własny sklep ze sprzętem

4x04 Fishing for Virna - wszyscy ignorują, że Amy robi im śniadanie, a Shawn i jego tata mają konfrontację z jego matką, która powróciła do miasta

4x05 Płytki chłopiec - Topanga jest opiekunką na wieczór i pilnuje chłopca i Cory chce się do niej dołączyć, a Eric poznaje niezbyt dobrą uliczną piosenkarkę, która ze wszystkiego robi piosenki

4x06 Mój tata jest woźnym - tata Shawna znalazł pracę jako woźny w szkole

4x07 Wyróżniony - Eric zostaje wybrany do programu, który ma mu znakeźć drugą połówkę, a Cory jest w szpitalu

4x08 Niebezpieczny sekret

4x09 Szesnaście świeczek i 180kg męszczyzna

4x10 Dzień indyka

4x11 Zauroczenie do zapomnienia - Shawn ma dziewczynę, która każe mu nie widywać się więcej z Corym, a Eric postanawia wystawić swoją sztukę

4x12 Easy street

4x13 B & B's (Pokój ze śniadaniem)

4x14 Koła

4x15 Laska taka jak ja - Cory i Shawn piszą artykuł do szkolnej gazetki i Shawn decyduje się zostać dziewczyną na jeden dzień

4x16 Długa droga do Pittsburga part1

4x17 Długa droga do Pittsburga part2

4x18 Uncle daddy

4x19 Quiz show

4x20 Ochroniaż

4x21 Kultowa fikcja

4x22 Uczenie się latania

5x01 Bracia

5x02 Chłopiec poznaje prawdziwy świat

5x03 To przeze mnie

5x04 Braterska awantura - Shawn porzuca liceum na rzecz uczelni, a Eric i Jack chcą załorzyć nowy klub w uczelni, jednak ma on mieć inną funkcję

5x05 Wiedźmy z Pennbrook 🧙😈🎃

5x06 Niee ma odwagi, nie ma Coryego

5x07 Kocham cię, Donno Karan part1

5x08 W pogoni za Angelą part2

5x09 Jak odnieść sukses w biznesie

5x10 Ostatnie tango w mieście

5x11 Bardzo Topangowe Święta

5x12 Wściekły Cory

5x13 Eskimos

5x14 Złamane serce Coryego

5x15 Pierwszy klub dziewczyn

5x16 Cierń pomiędzy kochankami

5x17 A później był Shawn 🎃😱

5x18 Jeśli nie możesz być z tym jedynym

5x19 Eric Hollywood

5x20 Gwieździsta noc

5x21 Szczera noc

5x22 Obietnice na balu

5x23 Rzeczy się zmieniają

5x24 Ukończenie szkoły 💍

6x01 Jego odpowieć part1

6x02 Jego odpowiedź part2

6x03 Na studiach nie jest świetnie

6x04 Przyjazna perswazja

6x05 Lepszy niż przeciętny

6x06 Hogs ang kisses (Świnki i całusy) -

6x07 Wszyscy kochają Stuarta

6x08 Jesteś żonaty, nie żyjesz

6x09 Licencja poetycka Oda do Holdena Caulfielda

6x10 I gdybym was więcej nie zobaczył

6x11 Mali pomocnicy Mikołaja 🎅🧑‍🎄🎁

6x12 Przecinanie sznura - Amy idzie do szkoły rodzenia, Tata ma kryzys wieku średniego, a Angela i Shawn próbują znowu umawiać się na randki (karaoke po napisach)

6x13 Cóż, baw się dobrze - Tata Shawna w końcu powaraca, ale ma zawał serca

6x14 Związany - Rachel i Eric wygrywają z Topangą i Corym grę dla narzeczonych i Corey i Topanga postanawiają razem zamieszkać, a Jack i Shawn sprzątają przyczepę po tacie

6x15 Podróż

6x16 Moje kochane walentynki💋💝

6x17 Zmartwychwstanie

6x18 Czy mogę cię uszczęśliwić

6x19 Pszczela prawda

6x20 Prawda na temat szczerości

6x21 Psychotyczny odcinek

6x22 Stan związków

7x01 Pokaż mi swą miłość

7x02 Za miłość i mieszkanie

7x03 Anielscy męszczyźni

7x04 Nie ma czegoś takiego jak pewna rzecz

7x05 Rozświetlasz mój związek

7x06 Oni nas zabijają

7x07 Chodzi o czas 👰❤🤵

7x08 Miesiąc miodowy

7x09 Koniec podróży poślubnej

7x10 Ogrodzenia z pikiet

7x11 Co za opór

7x12 Drzewa rodzinne

7x13 Żywiciel

7x14 Będę jak ty, tato

7x15 Woja part1

7x16 Siedmiu na trudnej drodze part2

7x17 Ona ma żeberka mojego dziecka

7x18 Jak Cory i Topanga odzyskali swój rytm

7x19 Braterski szturch - Eric oskarża Coryego, że wykluczył go ze swoich przyjaciół

7x20 W miarę upływu czasu

7x21 Prochy Angeli

7x22 Nowy wspaniały świat part1

7x23 Nowy wspaniały świat part2

#boy meets world #television #spis odcinków #girl meets world #topanga lawrence #cory matthews #eric matthews #shawn hunter #mr feeny #philadelphia #all episodes #Spotify

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i spent many hours editing the first episode of only friends and if you watched it that'd be cool ok thx bye <3

#only friends #series #o friends 1x01 #videos #m:v #squad #and if you think fourthgem won't be in this video you are SORELY MISTAKEN #brainrot still going strong don't worry (:

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alittlehurtwithyourcomfort · 2 years

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Tomorrow (K-Drama) Whumplist + Trigger Warnings

Character: Choi Jun-Woong (played by Rowoon of SF9)

Age Rating: TV-MA (Mature Audiences)

Show available on Netflix

Genre: Supernatural, Superhero/Superpowers, Fantasy Drama, Comedy

Synopsis: A young man is made half-spirit, half-human after an accident leaves him comatose. In order to return to the human world faster, he must work with a team of grim reapers to save people from committing s*icide.

(The styling of this whumplist is inspired by @love-me-a-lotta-whump who has an amazing blog, go check them out!)

!! MAJOR TW’S FOR S*ICIDE, SELF-HARM, BULLYING, EATING DISORDERS, AND DEPRESSION !! This show handles very sensitive topics, and I advise everyone to please take note of this. Take care of yourselves!

(I have put a TW list for each episode on this post as well, you can find it underneath the whumplist!)

This list may contain spoilers!

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Whumplist:

1x01: falls off a bridge into the river, in a coma (physical body still in coma from this point onwards), breathing heavily, crying, worried

1x02: worried, sees terrible memories, frustrated and angry, anxious

1x03: emotional, (flashback: in a fight, bruised/bloody lip), worried about his best friend, (physical body has a seizure), in pain, teary-eyed and stumbling, collapses, thrown against a wall, revealed he can’t get close to his physical body, crying and worried

1x04: worried/emotional

1x05: worried, crying (kind of comedic), concerned

1x06: bloody nose/lip from a fight, crying/grieving

1x07: kicked in the shin, yelled at, tired, sad/worried

1x08: worried, frustrated, emotional/panicked, rough fight (punched, thrown across room), bloody face/hands, coughing, struggling to stand, punched, heavy breathing and stumbling, hit with a metal pole and knocked out, unconscious, slowly waking up + blurry vision, restrained and on the ground, upset, weak and leaning against wall, bruised/bloody face, manhandled/face grabbed, spits blood on the guy’s face (honestly he’s kind of a badass this episode), gassed with pure nitrogen, scared, coughing, manhandled again, weak, heavy lidded eyes, slowly passing out, unconscious on the floor, concern for him, hoarse voice and upset, weak, coughing, crying, bandages on his face, sad/distressed

1x09: (flashbacks to 1x03: collapses, in pain and stumbling, teary-eyed, seizure), sees his family, sad, upset, depressed and worried about his family

1x10: worried, sad, concerned for Ryung-gu, almost gets punched

1x11: concerned for Ryung-gu

1x12: concerned, sad

1x13: sad, crying

1x14: very concerned for Ryeon, sees bad memories

1x15: sad and very concerned for Ryeon, teary-eyed, sees someone die in front of him, crying, comforting Ryeon, very concerned for Ryeon

1x16: (physical body in a coma, talks of giving up on him/letting him die), sad, very concerned for Ryeon, choked and held by the throat, thrown against a wall, held up by his shirt, angry, tired-looking/disheveled, crying and concerned for Ryeon, very upset and yelling, emotional/teary eyed, bittersweet goodbye, wakes up in the hospital, emotional reunion with mom and sister, worried/crying

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TW LIST:

1x01: attempted s*icide

1x02: extreme bullying, attempted s*icide

1x03: extreme bullying, attempted s*icide

1x04: attempted s*icide

1x05: self-harm, attempted s*icide

1x06: PTSD, mentioned attempted s*icide, character death (not from s*icide, not main character) (also unrelated but this episode made me cry)

1x07 (see note on this episode below for more information): eating disorder (shown and discussed frequently), talk of weight and food, v*miting due to eating disorder, attempted s*icide

1x08: mild blood, mentioned attempted s*icide (from last episode), eating disorder (discussed), heavy discussions of s*icide, on-screen death of an animal (not graphic), non-consensual touch (not really sexual but creeped me out)

1x09: attempted s*icide (it’s a dog that does it), discussions of animal death, animal injury, blood, animal death (not graphic/not shown)

1x10 (see note on this episode below for more information): violence towards women, s*xual assault, victim blaming, self-harm (shown on screen), attempted s*icide, aftermath of s*icide (in flashback), discussions of self-harm and s*icide, wrist injury from self-harm shown (graphic)

1x11: implied s*xual assault, s*icide, violence, mild blood

1x12: a mother loses her child, attempted s*icide, depression

1x13 (see note on this episode below for more information): implied/referenced s*xual assault, execution, violence towards women and young girls, implied pregnancy/abortion, child death, attempted s*icide

1x14: referenced/discussed s*icide, snake bite (not graphic), blood and fighting, extreme violence towards women, death, poisoning, self-harm and wrist c*tting (graphic), on-screen s*icide

1x15: depression, stalking, hate, overworking of idols, s*icide

1x16: referenced/discussed s*icide, attempted s*icide, violence

If you would like more information, please don’t hesitate to comment what you would like added to the list!

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TW Notes:

A note on episode 1x07: This is a very heavy episode, which is why I am making sure to give ample warning to those about to watch it. If you are suffering from an eating disorder or are in recovery from one, I recommend skipping this episode or skipping parts of it. The specific eating disorder shown and discussed seems to be anorexia nervosa.

In addition, if you are highly emetophobic, this may also be an episode you want to skip. (I myself am emetophobic but did not personally find this episode extremely triggering, you will also know right away when a scene is coming up that you need to skip).

A note on episode 1x10: This episode is another that I found extremely heavy. It deals with a woman who was s*xually assaulted and is now trying to cope with the extreme trauma she has. There is a lot of discussion surrounding s*xual assault, victim blaming, and s*icide. I recommend that anyone who is a victim of s*xual assault is careful with watching this episode.

A note on episode 1x13: This episode is about the suffering of Korean women during the rule of the Imperial Japanese Government in the 1930s-40′s. These women were deemed “comfort women” and were forced into s*xual slavery. As a result, the episode is very hard to watch but about an extremely important part of history. Even if the episode is too graphic to handle for you, I highly recommend educating yourself about this topic, as it is important to remember and respect these women.

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A personal note: Though this k-drama handles extremely sensitive topics, it is, overall, a heart-warming show about helping people who are suffering from mental illness. Some of the episodes have made me cry, because I wish there were people like Jun-woong, Ryeon, and Ryung-gu to help me when I was struggling.

To be honest, this show is one of the only shows I’ve felt actually understands the things that people go through when suffering from mental illness. This makes it hard to watch at points, but all in all, the episodes have been really comforting to me.

However, I do still warn all to be mindful of their mental health while watching this drama! Though the amount of warnings I have on here may seem excessive, it is because I know when I was still in early recovery this show would not have been a good watch for me. It’s rated TV-MA for a reason and may not be appropriate for those of you who are younger than sixteen.

Thank you for reading this list! <3

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#tomorrow #tomorrow kdrama #kdrama #kdrama recs #kdrama whump #sf9 rowoon #whumplist #whump #whumplists #kdrama whumplist #kdrama whumplists

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Destiel Fic Starter Pack

Never watched Supernatural but wondering what all the hype is about? Then this is the post for you. If you have been on tumblr for some time or just from November 5, 2020, you may have seen a gif set or two or a hundred with destiel aka Dean and Castiel from Supernatural. @fandom even made a Destiel Is Canon post with short overview of basic facts! Are you interested but have no idea where to start? We know, we know. Life is hectic, 2020 is taxing and Supernatural has too many episodes to watch. 15 seasons and 327 episodes to be precise but who’s counting? Say no more, we got your back, fam! You don’t need to have ever watched SPN to enjoy the fics on this rec post.

For fans who have never watched SPN, some basic facts - 1x01 starts with Dean Winchester (26 yo) professional monster hunter, picking up his brother Sam (22 yo), student at Stanford, and going on a one off monster hunt. For the next 3 seasons they travel around the country in their black Impala 67 hunting monsters, saving people. Castiel, Angel of the Lord and the multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent, arrives in 4x01.The rest is shipping history. Check this 36 min YT video, The Story of Dean and Castiel by deansbansee with all the best destiel scenes from S4-15. And now, fics!

All title links go to our fully tagged reviews.

1. If you want to read fics that are set in Supernatural universe but are not canon specific, your best bet is pre season 4 (our tag) and solo hunter Dean (our tag) fics where young Dean meets Castiel differently from the show, and fics that are very loosely tied to a specific season. And, if you’ll decide to watch the show later, you still won’t be spoiled!

A Distant Mirror by zatnikatel [NC-17, 14,700 word count, time travel, humor, smut, posted 2013]

Ad Astra - latin; “to the stars” by nhixxie [T, 17,400 word count, Castiel is a Star, posted 2013]

Broadway Musical by Griftings [M, 12,400 word count, humor, Heavenly Host, posted 2014]

Carnival Oasis series by violue [NC-17, 47,000 word count, 10 works, creature!cas, posted 2016-20]

Convenient Husbands by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 39,000 word count, garuda!cas, hurt comfort, posted 2012]

Do What Feels Good by catchclaw & cymbalism [NC-17, 12,500 word count, smut smut smut, posted 2014]

Everyone Is Trying to Get to the Bar by balder12 [NC-17, 8,400 word count, true form!cas, posted 2012]

Good One’s Gonna Be by remmyme [NC-17, 37,000 word count, professor Cas, posted 2017]

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous by zoemathemata [NC-17, 58,000 word count, FBI agent Cas, posted 2012]

Professional Couple Only by saltyfeathers [M, 37,000 word count, pretend boyfriends on a case, posted 2015]

The Request by cloudyjenn [T, 36,000 word count, wing!fic, posted 2012]

Some Assembly Required by narrow_staircase [M, 47,000 word count, student Cas, posted 2016]

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon [NC-17, 8,600 word count, fluff, posted 2014]

2. If you don’t want to bother with Supernatural canon at all, then you are still in for a treat. With 92,500 fics (December 12, 2020) and counting, destiel is currently the biggest ship on AO3. Destiel fics cover a lot of popular tropes and kinks but some are more popular than others among destiel fans. Angst, miscommunication, exploration of Dean’s low self esteem, Cas’s rusty people skills and general otherness are a staple of AU fics. But also exploration of one’s sexuality - internalized homophobia, coming out, bisexuality and asexuality are common themes.

All the Way by cadignan [NC-17, 81,000 word count, college AU, posted 2013]

Cinderwings by bendingsignpost [M, 182,000 word count, wing!fic, masquerade ball, posted 2017]

Kiss the Baker by ltleflrt [NC-17, 111,000 word count, rom com, posted 2015]

Not Part of the Plan by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 338,000 word count, 8 works, arranged marriage, posted 2013-18]

Oh What A Beautiful City by moosefeels [M, 27,200, a/b/o, omega Cas, arranged marriage, posted 2014]

Passing Ships by quiettewandering [M, 78,000 word count, not traditional soulmate AU, posted 2017]

Peace and Good Luck To All Men by kismetjeska [T, 32,400 word count, humor, Xmas fic, posted 2013]

The Return Policy by castielrisingabove [M, 32,500 word count, incubus!dean, ace witch!cas, posted 2018]

The Sawdust Men by linoresearch [NC-17, 123,000 word count, dystopian angst, posted 2014]

Scars by lemonsorbae [NC-17, 148,000 word count, young adults - punk!dean, nerd!cas, posted 2018]

Three Funerals and a Wedding by engaldnwouldfall [M, 25,300 word count, friends to lovers, LARPing, posted 2016]

True as It Can Be by whelvenwings [NC-17, 72,000 word count, modern retelling of Beauty and the Beast, posted 2016]

Unsolicited verse by dangerousnotbroken [NC-17, 68,700 word count, 5 works, posted 2016-18, smut smut smut]

Unwritten by porcupinegirl [NC-17, 75,800 word count, a/b/o, alpha/alpha pairing, posted 2015]

3. Lastly, for all fans who watched SPN finale and were left with a raging wtf was that? feeling, here’s 4 fics where Dean and Cas did a better job at restoring Heaven and 2 fics where living with disability was not the end of the world.

The Dance of Inanna by peppermintwind [NC-17, 106,000 word count, humor and adventures, posted 2012]

The Five People You Meet in Heaven by amarillogrande [M, 22,200 word count, Dean arrives in Heaven and meets his loved ones, posted 2014]

Holy!Dean Verse by bunnycaccool [NC-17, 120,300 word count, 5 works, very Dean centric, posted 2011-15]

These Are Not Real Problems by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 30,500 word count, post godstiel Cas arrives in Heaven, posted 2011]

The Breath Of All Things by kismetjeska [T, 65,400 word count, Dean in a wheelchair, posted 2013]

Kingdom Come by cheesewithmy [M/NC-17, 97,700 word count, Dean has a prosthetic arm, posted 2014]

4. Other fun things to check out. Destielfanfic has been a part of destiel community since 2012, and while we used to be much more active (see this post), we are still kicking around. Please visit our Tags Page and explore all the goodies there. We even have separate tags for every season so you can avoid spoilers when necessary. Some useful links:

Tags Page

ask about iconic destiel fics for folks who just joined fandom

thematic fic rec lists with art (college, creatures, a/b/o, Hogwarts, Christmas - you name it, we have it)

check out our Pride posts for more fics that explore sexuality - Pride 2017, Pride 2018, Pride 2019 and Pride 2020.

Still can’t decide which destiel fic to read? Try this brand new random fic generator created by @deanwinchestergender (not affiliated with DFF) or try Random button on our blog - top right corner and the sidebar (see this post )

also, check out the latest destiel fanart at our sister blog @destielfanworks - Cas with rainbow wings can be found on #cas with wings tag and fanart that was created after 15x18 can be found on #destiel 2020 and #theysilencedyou tags, we also have a general #season 15 tag.

and here’s another destiel fic rec list for new fans by a destiel fic writer and a long time contributor to our blog, our friend @no-gorms aka Annie D (scaramouche)

And last but not least. Thank you, Elena, @purgatory-jar, for letting us to use your beautiful art! Link to the original art post.

If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos! Please support artists by Liking and Reblogging their art posts! And if you found our recs useful, let us know by Liking and/or Reblogging our posts!

To our new followers - our anon is switched off for good but we are happy to answer your fic related asks privately. Don’t be shy and tell us which destiel fic made you into a shipper. We may even make a rec post if we get enough fic suggestions!

#destiel #fic rec #destielfanficnet #you asked what about all of this is real #we are #destiel 2020 #what a ride guys

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morganas-destiny · 3 years

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One thing I love most about the "You're not Merlin" scene from 'A servant of two masters' is the fact that it's basically a callback to Merlin and Morgana in 1x01. A royal getting completely naked behind the changing screen, talking to who they think is their servant but is actually their sibling's servant (or soon-to-be servant in Merlin's case and past servant in Gwen's case). And it just makes me think, you know, like what if Morgana had like Arthur walked out, naked, to look at Gwen, only to find Merlin standing there? The logical answer would likely be a lot of screaming, quick hiding and yelling for guards, especially since she didn't know him yet. But the much funnier option would be if she reacted the same way as Arthur. Just having her brain short circuit for a moment and then going "You're not Gwen". And Merlin being like "No. No, I'm not" (I was just gonna leave it at that but I had some time to spare and wrote a little OneShot to go with it lol. Enjoy.)

Why me, was all Merlin could think. Well, that and I should have knocked. He had almost been able to sneak out of the chambers of the Lady Morgana unnoticed, after trying to imitate her maid's voice and hiding behind a dress and whatnot to avoid being caught. But of course, of course, she had decided that she wanted to speak to her maid, and friend, face to face. She had walked out from behind the changing screen and locked eyes with Merlin. And as if that hadn't been bad enough, she had still not been dressed. The king's ward just walked out on him, completely nude. Merlin silently said goodbye to his life because surely, she would scream for the guards to take him to the dungeons and soon after to the chopping block because being caught in the same room as the naked ward of the king would surely cost him head. However, that wasn't what happened. She gave a surprised yelp and grabbed behind the screen, pulling out the gown she had taken off beforehand and pressing it against her body to cover the most important parts. She stared at him wide-eyed and in his quiet panic, all Merlin could do was stare back. A few second ticked by, in which neither said anything. Then Morgana narrowed her eyes. "You're not Gwen.", she stated the obvious. Merlin blinked a few times. "Errr... no. No, I- I just-" His thoughts raced, trying to figure out how to properly explain what exactly was going on. That he never meant to spy on her or get into this situation. His eyes fell on the sleeping draught he had brought and hastily went to pick it up, almost dropping it in the process. "I just came to deliver this. I- I'm new, I came to live with Gaius and- well." He interrupted himself, because he started to trip over his own words and also because he knew; every new word only made it seem more and more like a weak excuse. He could only hope and pray now that the Lady Morgana believed him and would let him go with a warning. "Oh.", she just said though. Oh? Merlin didn't know what to do with that. He gulped, placing the little bottle back on the wooden surface and averted his eyes. His cheeks were flushing more intensely with each passing second. He could feel Morgana's gaze on him. "Do you know where she is? Gwen, I mean.", she asked. Merlin dared to look up again, then slowly shook his head. "Hm.", Morgana only hummed in response. Merlin felt close to a mental breakdown. He wished the girl would just do something. Anything. Shout at him, tell him to get out, for god's sake, at this point, he'd even willingly let the guards take him to the dungeons. Even if he would hate to do that to Gaius. Though losing his head was almost a welcome idea, compared to the terrible uncertainty of this moment. Finally, after what felt like ages, the Lady Morgana opened her mouth again. "I would like to get dressed now." Merlin wanted to cry in relief. He could go. He could go and hopefully forget this incredibly awkward, embarrassing interaction. But no, he'd rejoiced to soon. "Are you familiar with fastenings?" He blinked in surprise and confusion, not realising what she wanted from him. He thought about it. Well, growing up with only a mother meant he had helped with a dress here and there at times. Though he doubted that the simple dresses of his mother were anything in comparison to the expensive, extravagant gowns of a princess. In his helplessness and under the scrutinizing eyes of the Lady Morgana, he only shrugged. "A little." Morgana nodded, as if to say good enough. "Wait there." Merlin's eyes widened and with rising panic, he watched as Morgana disappeared behind the changing screen again. The rustling of fabric indicated that she was putting on her other dress. Nervous sweat dampened the little hairs of Merlin's hairline. This couldn't possinly be really happening. "Alright, you can come.", her voice exclaimed from behind the screen. Merlin's heart near dropped into his pants but he didn't really know what else to do than listen. So, he walked over on wobbly knees and peeked behind the screen.

Upon seeing his cautious gaze, Morgana tilted her head. "Come on. My maid's obviously not here but you are. And considering you're fully dressed, you have an unfair advantage which I can't really allow." Feisty. Unusual for a girl of her standing but Merlin wasn't going to object. He just nodded and lifted his trembling hands to brush away some of her hair, which was even softer to the touch than it looked, and began to fiddle with the fastening. It took him twice as long as necessary and something definitely looked a bit off but he figured it would have to do and stepped back. Morgana shook her hair so that the long locks could freely flow down her body again. "Thank you.", she simply said, but a small smile danced around her lips. "Hm-mhm.", was all Merlin was able to get out. "My lady?" Both of them turned their heads to the door, through which Gwen had just entered, appearing to be rather confused at Merlin's presence. "Gwen!", Morgana greeted cheerily. Then she noticed the way her maid eyed Merlin. "Gwen, this is..." She trailed off, realising that she had never actually learned the name of the stranger who had shown up in her chambers. "Merlin.", he helped out. "But, uh, we know each other." He motioned between himself and Gwen. "Really?" Gwen nodded, hardly able to surpress a giggle. "We met while he was in the stocks." Morgana seemed bewildered for a moment, thinking that she had apparently allowed a criminal to help her with her dress. Gwen, who sensed her mistress's change of mood, quickly went to add: "He's the one who stood up to Arthur." Instantly, the other girl's face lit up again. "Oh, you are?" Merlin rubbed his neck, flustered. "Well..." "He's too humble. I saw it myself. It was very brave.", Gwen grinned, coming closer to the other two. Morgana looked at him with a smirk and a twinkle in her eye. "My, my, so Camelot's very own newest hero helped me with my fastening. I'm honored." The pink in Merlin's cheeks turned bright red. "I-", he croaked out. "I should probably go. Gaius- Gaius is probably waiting for me." Morgana laughed quietly. "You may go." He resisted the urge to exhale in relief and promptly marched towards the door with large steps. "Bye, Merlin.", Morgana's voice sounded one more time behind him. Despite his better instincts, he turned around once more and of course, ran into the doorframe. The two girls stiffled their laughter. Merlin let out a short, nervous chuckle and slipped out into the hallway. As soon as he was out, he allowed himself to breathe again. He wasn't sure how he'd managed to get out of that situation alive but he was glad he did. He just hoped he wouldn't have to step under the Lady Morgana's eyes again soon. Of course he didn't know yet that with his luck, he would earn an official job in the castle as Prince Arthur's manservant just a few hours later.

#merlin x morgana #merlin bbc #merlin #morgana pendragon #mergana #gwen pendragon #merlin fanfic

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aquaviums · 3 years

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Welcome Home

Hi! Here’s a The 100 alternate ending that I came up with. It’s not super detailed, this was more of me just getting my ideas down, but if anyone would be interested in reading more of this then I’d love to turn it into an actual fic. ALSO if anyone would be interested in me doing a full s7 rewrite let me know!! :)

Some quick notes:

Bellamy doesn’t die and instead gets an arc similar to Levitt’s

Neither Emori or Madi “die”

At the end I have them looking out over the water. I know the Anomaly opened up into the Wonkru bunker, but I wanted a scene of them dramatically staring off into a watery sunset; so let’s just ignore the logistics of that, ok?

I included Gabriel in this because personally I love Gabtavia and also I just didn’t want Gabriel to die, but he’s only mentioned once so you can interpret this however you want. If you liked O and Levitt ending up together, swap Gab with Levitt. It doesn’t really matter!

Ok here ya go:

The Final Test still happens. Clarke and co. reach Cadogan just as he is activating the Anomaly Stone and manage to kill him before he enters the test, but they are too late to stop the test from starting since it has already been opened. Clarke stands in front of the stone, the knowledge that she must now face the ultimate test of her humanity weighing on her chest. She starts to enter the stone, but Bellamy catches her arm and pulls her back. She whirls around to see him staring at her.

“Together,” he says, his voice low and determined.

Raven interjects, “I thought only one person can take the test. How do we know this ‘judge’ or whatever won’t crystallize both of you on the spot when they see there’s two of you?”.

Bellamy doesn’t take his eyes off of Clarke as he responds. “We don’t. If this is a test of humanity, there’s no one I’d trust more to take it than Clarke. I just think that... we started this together. If this is how it ends, then we should finish it together, too.” Clarke stares back at Bellamy.

“Together.” She whispers as she grabs his hand, and the two of them walk into the Anomaly together holding hands.

I haven’t worked out all the logistics of this part yet, but basically: The judge isn’t happy about the two of them taking the test together but eventually agrees since they are the head and the heart, two halves of a whole. They are the two sides of humanity- the logics and thinking, and the emotions and passion. The judge is much closer to granting them all Transcendence than they were in the show since seeing the interactions between Bellamy and Clarke and both of their explanations for things convinces the judge that humanity does have some pure aspects, but it still takes all of the same stuff happening with the war and fighting and Octavia’s speech to convince the judge that humans are worthy of being “saved”.

Instead of making humanity Transcend, the Judge ultimately allows them to continue living out their lives normally. No them becoming infertile, no end of the human race, the Judge makes an exception (yes, another exception. why not?) and lets them end the test without all being reduced to crystals OR transcending.

What’s left of humanity returns to Earth. The Bardoans, the Eligius prisoners, Wonkru, the people from Sanctum, etc- everyone returns to Earth. When they open the anomaly portal back to Earth, Octavia is the first through. We see her feet hit the ground, the scene paralleling the delinquent’s arrival on Earth in season 1. As she breathes in the air, a faded shot of s1ep1 Octavia doing the same flashes across the screen, lining up with Octavia’s movements now. Clarke and Bellamy are the next ones through. They step out on either side of Octavia. The screen flashes to ep 1 Clarke as Clarke looks around at the world, then the same happens for Bellamy. Octavia turns her head, looking to Clarke, who takes Octavia’s hand and smiles at her. Then she looks over to Bellamy. He reaches over and ruffles her hair, grinning. Octavia smiles faintly, and in a soft voice, so quiet it’s almost a whisper, she mutters,

“We’re back, bitches.”

A slow acoustic cover of Radioactive starts playing. The scene switches to slo-mo, and everyone else comes out of the anomaly, starting with all the main characters. Murphy and Emori step through holding hands, Raven is right behind them and wedges herself between the two of them, slinging her arms around their shoulders. The three of them run into Bellamy, Octavia, and Clarke, who turn around and begin laughing with them. Miller and Jackson come through next, then Gaia and Indra. Indra walks over to Octavia and claps her on the back. Madi runs out of the anomaly after her dog. Her friends from school are with her, and she smiles at them as the three of them chase after Picasso. Gabriel, Echo, Hope and Jordan come through after Madi and join the rest of the group. Bellamy glances at Echo, who has her arm around Hope’s waist, and a sort of mutual understanding passes between them. They smile at each other. Everyone else begins to stream out of the anomaly, all cheerful and hopeful. The people who have never seen Earth before- the Bardoans and people from Sanctum- stare in awe at the green world around them. The slo-mo ends as the camera cuts back to the main group, focusing on Clarke and Bellamy. Clarke is hugging Raven and laughing with her, and Bellamy is hugging Murphy. (Finally! A Murphamy hug!) As they break away from their respective embraces, Clarke and Bellamy find themselves standing face to face, very close to each other. The music swells as the two of them hug, Bellamy nearly lifting Clarke off of her feet as she buries her face in his neck. The framing of the scene parallels that of their very first hug back in 2x05. They break away from each other but are still standing very close.

“So... what do we do now, Princess?” Bellamy asks, his voice low as he gazes into Clarke’s eyes. Clarke pauses for a moment, then smiles, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

“Whatever the hell we want,” she says softly.

The two of them stare at each other for a moment. Then, in a sudden burst of movement, Bellamy kisses Clarke. Their lips meet and everything in the background slows down, blurring out. They wrap their arms around each other as they kiss. When they finally break away, they smile at each other, hope and love shining in their eyes. They’ve both waited for a century to do that.

“God, finally!” Octavia grins over at the two of them and everyone laughs. Clarke and Bellamy’s cheeks flush red, but Bellamy takes Clarke’s hand anyway. He rests his head on top of hers and they stare out at their planet as everything they’ve been working towards for the past 130 years falls into place. They’ll finally get the happy ending they deserve.

“Welcome home.” Bellamy mutters in Clarke’s ear. The ghost of a breeze ruffles their hair slightly.

The sun comes out from behind a cloud, basking the scene in golden light as Miller, Octavia, Murphy, and Raven join Bellamy and Clarke. The six of them stare out at the water, their faces content but also tinted with a slight sadness. They are all that remains of The 100.

The very first scene of the show fades in over top of the current scene, and we see Clarke drawing a picture of the Earth on her cell’s floor.

She says, “The ground. That’s the dream.”

Then, we cut back to current Clarke. It’s a close shot of her. Bellamy’s head rests on top of hers, and her face swells with happiness- real, pure happiness, something she hasn’t had in a long, long time.

1x01 Clarke’s voice continues talking over the shot of 7x16 Clarke.

“This is reality.”

We zoom in slightly on Clarke’s face. She smiles, then-

Cut to black.

The end.

#the 100 #bellarke #the 100 alternate ending #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #octavia blake #john murphy #raven reyes #the 100 spoilers #the 100 season 7 #the 100 fanfic #the 100 fanfiction #alternate ending

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reggies-eyeliner · 3 years

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EP 1: WAKE UP, 1x01 -> ellie rewatches jatp

UGH YES HIT IT WITH THOSE HARMONIES REGGIE

DANG MOPPY HAIR MAKING ME FEEL THINGS 😳😳

not me literally screaming now or never at night what-

we ain’t searching for tomorrow tomoRROWWWWWWWWWWWW

cause we got all we need todaytoDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYy

DON’TTT *clap clap* LOOOOK *clap clap* DOWWNNNN

NO DON’T TAKE THE STREET DOGS WTF

VEGETARIAN 101 LIVE LIFE LIKE BOBBY

frick wait why is bobby’s voice so attraCTIVE HOW DARE THEY MAKE HIS VOICE SO ATTRACTIVELY LOW

oml alex you ANGEL

THEIR SENSE OF FASHION UGH THEY’RE SO AMAZING

AY REGGIE GIVE ME A SUNSET CURVE TEE COME ON DON’T BE SHY

iT hElpS wiTh ThE RuSt

WUFHLWIUFHWU OML THE POSTERS

G H O S T D O G

thAts A nEw FLavOR

chILL mAN, STREET DOGS HAVEN’T-

flynn x carrie for clear skin

WHIWUHFIUWHFLIU YES FLYYYYYNNNNN

OHH I FORGOT THAT NICK ABSOLUTELY SHREDSSSSSS YESSS

the poc representation in this yESSS

oml stop why does madison reyes just play julie SO WELL

I CANNOT SEE ANYONE ELSE PLAYING HER

listen i know i’m supposed to hate carrie but i CAN’T

RAYYYYYYYY

Y’ALL LOOKIT IT’S RAYYYYYYYYYY

FATHER OF THE YEAR

THE EVERYTHING

It’S RAYYYYYY

THE WAY I CAN HEAR RAY’S SMILE IN HIS VOICE EVEN THOUGH HE’S NOT ON-SCREEN OML

okay but why is julie’s fashion sense actually a killer vibe though

yESS HER SLIPPERS

why can’t i have three emotional support ghost himbos appear in my garage as they harmonize through screaming

I HAVEn’T REALIZED HOW FUNNY IT IS THAT JULIE’S JUST SCREAMING ABOUT GHOSTS WUFHWUFHLWIUFH

the way she immediately texts flynn is actually so sweet tf 🥺🥺

oml best friend goals

YES IT’S RAY GUYS

IT’S RAYYYYYYYYYYy

father daughter goals he actually cares so much tf 🥺🥺

THE WAY JULIE’S ROOM IS A VIBE THOUGH Y’ALLLLL

*casually takes cross*

tHE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU

the sets here are actually SO COOL YESSS

“hey demons. it’s me. ya boi.”

oH mY, PleAsE sToP sCREAMinG

THE WAY CHARLIE SAID AS LUKE, “MY COUCH!”

was like “mY Cow-ow-owuh-h-h-houCH”

UWFHIWUFHULI SO PRECIOUS

alex is the chaotic anxious mom friend and i think that’s beautiful

“WHY ARE YOU IN OUR STUDIO-”

sO tHaNK You FoR thE fLoWERs

“ouh. think we’re cute?”

YES I DO THINK YOU GUYS ARE CUTE YOU GUYS ARE PRECIOUS HIMBOS AND I THINK YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND MORE

okay but imagine how frustrated and scared they would be though??

i hAve BEEN CRYING, FOR TWENTEE FIYEV YEARS

(me after unsaid emily ^)

i AM noNOoOOOOOOOT

REGGIE WIFUHIUFHLWIUFH THE WAY HE SAID “reggie! i’m reggie 😊” UGH HE’S SO PRECIOUS

the way that they put another plate for rose,, i- 🥺🥺

CARLOS I ADORE YOU AND ONLY WISH HAPPINESS FOR YOU

IUFHIUWFHLWI TIA GIVES ME 🥺🥺

*casually runs through door* hey

thAtS mE, RipPIng OfF tHE bANDaGe, AuUGHFp

#this may be organized now but trust me it's gonna be 10x more chaotic later #ellie rewatches jatp #<- block that tag if you're not okay with me screaming lmao #jatp #now or never

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go-ldy · 4 years

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I did it, I watched Riverdale, and I feel the need to have a post-mortem so here we go.

First some positives:

Lili has such a pretty singing voice! Even my partner was like: “Wait, is that the actual actress singing?” YEP.

Vanessa Morgan also has a really lovely voice.

Toni had lines in this episode where she talked to people who weren’t Cheryl about a topic other than Cheryl. You know, not a LOT of lines, but listen, I take my victories where I can get them.

The girls + Kevin having a sleepover was really cute & how adorable are Betty’s pajamas.

Betty making an organized binder for Jughead to do his homework was cute and before everything went horribly wrong so, like... I enjoyed that moment.

Jughead briefly got to hang out with his half-brother Charles.

Masked!Betty braining Masked!Jughead on the videotape at the end was extremely creepy.

That’s is. That’s all I got on the positive.

The rest:

I already knew the Bughead fight was going to be stupid, but somehow it was even worse than I was expecting? In what universe does Betty get mad at Jughead for wanting to investigate the creepy voyeur who has been spying on them instead of... like... immediately joining him down that rabbit hole.

Why is Jughead failing out of high school? He was AT another school! Supposedly a better school! Why did the credits not transfer???

If you “die” and therefore vacate your place at Yale but then you undie why do you not get your Yale spot back.

Usually these gaping plotholes don’t bother me because, well, it’s Riverdale, but given that this was being used as justification for the Bughead fight + subsequent cheating, it is like... SUPER annoying this time.

I keep trying to thinking of a character reason to explain Bughead’s fight and why it was as angry as it was other than it needing to serve as a plot device and I got nothing, literally nothing, someone help me out.

The Exquisite Corpse number that Bughead and Varchie sang during their fights was extremely cringe like even MORE SO than usual o m g.

I don’t have a whole lot more to say about Betty & Archie than has already been said but I have to lol @ the “flashbacks’ of all their meaningful time together building up to the kiss being limited to like... 1x01 and 1x02 and then their season 2 kiss. I like to imagine that some intern tasked with finding Betty and Archie flashbacks looked at tapes for the rest of season 2, 3, and 4 and it was like:

I suppose the call backs to the Pilot including their dance scene could have been deliberate. The road not taken. These two long-time friends on the edge of graduation and an uncertain future are nostalgic for what was and could have been. What would have happened if Archie hadn’t rejected Betty in the Pilot? Would all the pain and heartbreak that followed - serial killer dads, parents murdering their children, organ stealing cults - would that have all followed? The next episode being called “Simpler Times” with the flashbacks could play into that. TBH I wish the flashback episode had come first. Like we know Archie and Betty have this long history and have been friends their whole lives, but since we haven’t seen them interact with each other in two years, this sudden longing and attraction to each other feels unearned and sudden. At least if we saw them indulging in the flashbacks and their past together, we might be better able to understand why they are suddenly yearning for each other.

It is kind of hard to speculate on where this is all going right now especially when we know we are getting a truncated season. I would still bet the most likely outcome is: Betty and Archie decide to put this behind them next episode + return to their SOs + but don’t come clean about it + this blows up in their faces at the end of the season and the Core Four go their separate ways. Then season 5 has the six year time jump.

But this is Riverdale and who knows.

#Riverdale #Riverdale 4x17 #4x17 #Riverdale spoilers #rd negativity

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