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stupidgalaxybrain · 1 year

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"Happy Halloween!" - Me

This month sure has been a ride, but I'll get into all of that tomorrow, because right now it's spooky time! I also wanted to take the time to explain all the costumes because I put a lot of thought into it.

From left to right (kind of):

Kine and Gooey: Gooey's only interest that we know is fishing, so I decided to dress him up as a fish , and to make that less weird, Kine is dressed up as Gooey.

Meta Knight: He's Galacta Knight, the legendary 'greatest warrior in the galaxy'. I'm still on the fence on whether it's canon that they've met/fought, but either way, I purposely didn't look up reference for the costume because even if they did meet, Meta Knight has to work from memory on what he looked like. Meta Knight's also trying to sneak some candy from Marx; we'll see how well that goes.

Marx: Groucho Marx glasses without the mustache so we can see him chomping candy, and a special Halloween print hat! That big bag of candy he's hording is definitely stolen.

King Dedede: DDD's a big prankster, and currently that's taking the mundane form of trying to jumpscare Kirby. I wanted his costume to be something that scares Kirby, but not like, scares Kirby, and I ended up with a capiller. Kirby's grossed out by those things, so it works!

Sailor Dee: They're Meta Knight because of course. Though, Meta Knight's not wearing his usual mask tonight, so maybe that one isn't a fake?

Bandana Dee: Okay, I admit it. This one is the stupidest one here. He's an apple tree. He likes apples. Bada bing bada boom. I didn't want a majority of the costumes to be pop culture references, so it's kind of hard to come up with something. Though, wouldn't an apple tree costume be a Whispy Woods costume in Dream Land?

Kirby: So, Samus is canon to Kirby, and in the Great Cave Offensive you find a bunch of other Nintendo references, and Kirby is in Smash... so technically Link isn't even a pop culture costume? Idk, but they already dress as him every time they pick up sword anyway. Kirby's actually part of a group costume because next up is

Ribbon: Navi! Apparently the teaser website for K64 compared the two, and while all they have in common is being a fairy, I thought it'd be cute to pair that up with Kirby and two other people.

Taranza: Kind of plain, but he's a vampire. I feel like that's one of the only Halloween costumes he'd be willing to wear, and he can put those silly glow-in-the-dark fangs in! And who's to say vampire romance books don't also exist in Floralia for him to enjoy?

Adeleine: Drawcia, because I've seen a lot of people already put Adeleine in a witch costume, and Drawcia and Adeleine both have paint in common. I was considering having her dress up like a fairy for both Ribbon and Elline, but Elline's in the picture so Drawcia it is!

Prince Fluff: Continuing their group costume is Princess Zelda, which was picked solely because it matched the others and because Fluff is royalty, but putting a big blond wig on him is cute anyway.

Susie: A popstar (not the planet lol) She loves to sing and I thought it'd be cute but still 'professional' since she's currently repping HWC with her specialty jumbo candy bars.

Dark Meta Knight and Shadow Kirby: Because of course, Shadow Kirby is Dark Link, finishing our group costume! DMK doesn't have a costume (boo) because he was just going to drop Shadow Kirby off but probably ends up sticking around in the corner.

Claycia and Elline: Their costumes work in contrast with each other, where Claycia is a black and white mime and Elline is a rainbow fairy princess!

Magolor: He was of (semi) sound mind for the first phase of his boss battle, so I imagine Magolor does like that robe, and he's not one to shy away from referencing his betrayal for a joke, so he's dressed up as Crowned Magolor (with the crown prop crumpled in a trashcan somewhere) and sneaking some Magolor cookies onto the snack table.

Daroach: Last but not least, Daroach is a pirate captain, with his loyal crew of squeaks hiding below the table and gorging on candy.

If you made it to the end of this, hello and Happy Halloween again! I'll get more sappy in my last post, but this has been a blast!

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ultimateaclrecovery · 3 months

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So the boy did end up asking me if I wanted to come to Italy with him. His family is going in may and he’s been that for several months but never made it clear if he would want me to come or not (his mom specifically said I was invited over thanksgiving). And then finally last week he asked if I wanted to join him.

I said I would have to see due to work. My team is only three people, plus one in training and one is already gone for most may so I had to check and see about coverage and making sure we could have two people out of the country at the same time. But he seemed to take it has a hard no. Bought his flights and started booking things but then would like show me his family Airbnb? And he’s going before he’s family for extra time and I’m still not sure if he’d want me to join just him or him and his family.

We then had this exchange

Which was especially annoying because he makes such a big deal about going for long enough to make the flight worth it. And had asked me after Japan about how he bet I wished I was there for longer. After I only joined him for half when he specifically only asked if I wanted to join for part.

And with the initially suggested dates it’s still not clear if he really wants me to join for the part with his family too. And like if you don’t could you just say so? Like I get that that’s kind of a hard thing to say and he might be kind of on the fence about it himself, but like I am asking this question of you point blank. And if there’s things being booked than the number of people going matters so you can just say that to.

I’ve also been feeling kind of wishy washy about the relationship as a whole lately but I’m unsure if that’s really the relationship or just general January SAD. Or just like that new relationship energy wearing off so it feels less fun in comparison. Like everything is fine but also boring and I keep getting my feelings hurt over dumb shit and crying over nothing, but nothing related to him. And I’m just not sure if I’m having enough fun to balance out the random crying. And yea everyone says relationships are hard and there’s nothing bad about it, but like why bother being in a relationship and putting in the work when I could just be single and not do that. Like is weekly sex and twice weekly dates really worth all this? And they say you’re supposed to date your best friend, and even after a year I don’t think I’d say that. He’s my best male friend for sure but that’s hardly a high bar. And idk it feels like it’s mostly a me thing and I don’t want to throw away a good thing just because I’m bored or am having unrealistic expectations of relationships. But I also keep questioning if I would be happier single. But maybe this is just the inner work required to be happy in a relationship and just because it’s not all sunshine and rainbows doesn’t mean it’s bad. But I also can’t keep randomly crying.

And then there’s the fact that I’ve already been to Italy. And while it would be fun to go again in some ways I’d rather go somewhere else. Like there’s a horseback riding trail in Portugal that I’ve been looking at for years and I could do that instead in October. But probably not both as I do not have unlimited money or vacation time. But he is really nice to travel with and Italy would be awesome. I last went in high school so it would be very different.

#decisions are hard #especially with so many moving pieces #and with so many emotions #and trying to sort out the why and from what of various emotions #like is my intuition trying to tell me something #do I just have an anxious at tanner style from some previously undiscovered childhood issues #am I just having a bad time in general #some of it I can blame on hormones #but def not all of it #Le sigh #also I feel very first world problems whining about a potential trip to Italy #but here we are

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traumxrei-archive · 1 year

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【 book 6 pt. 2 thoughts ! (4) 】

woagh a whole post for JUST 6-66 ?? more likely than you think !! (also this is legit just 6-66 until the 14th node / sector 6 for each group bc. it was getting so long)

[ spoilers for 6-66 under the cut ! ]

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[ about : pome tower, START ! ]

ok i'm starting off with pomefam after playing eenie meenie miney moe bc ya boi indecisive. it's quite interesting that the door to the elevator didn't open, considering ortho said he would "play" with all of them. ok omg nvm the door opened.

the fact that ortho's quantifying everyone's resistance against their plan as a part of a game, as a part of "NRC quest", despite the fact that they will SURELY die first if the phantoms are released into the world... it's kinda morbid, bc it shows that ortho can't think that far into the future, and sees the world in an undeniable black and white. (also...what the hell is idia thinking ? trying to free og ortho ???)

o man, not star rogue again :'))) the way i died SO FAST from the bullets ough. but i think we're supposed to Not Beat It. and vil being like "the insufferable way you're speaking reminds me of idia..." and ortho's like all sunshine and rainbows because "i take after my brother, hehe~" like guys. help.

....ME WHEN I'M STRUGGLING WITH STAR ROGUE AGAIN. i swear to god i'm just bad at dodging when the boss is there T^T update: after playing this shit a fourth time, I WON !!

[ about : pomefam's heart to heart (?) ]

ok ppl might think that vil is being harsh, but literally everyone else kinda had their vice housewarden / second in command put in charge in their absence (jade, trey, kalim, ruggie...) but pome's only got rook. and even then, rook left someone else in charge in the middle of all the chaos. as a vice housewarden, rook's responsibility was towards making sure that the pomefiore students were okay + running the dorm in vil's stead until he returns.

and the way he scolds epel n yuu too, obviously he's not saying it because he wants to berate them. it's mostly because had something went wrong (and there was a HIGH chance of something going wrong) then it probably would've been epel or yuu who got hurt...

he makes a distinction between what he says as housewarden and as vil schoenheit and sniff. he was HAPPY. oughhh he was so happy to see them wtf and people say that vil hates epel and rook ?? guys where is your proof, look at how happy he is to see them !!

guys. i'm not saying anything. but i'm also saying everything. bc A HUG AND KISS FROM VIL SCHOENHEITTTT OUGH UGH AUGH *minecraft damage noises* guyssss the hearts the hearttttttsssss the way he kissed yuuuu aaaaaa

this line has me passing aaawwwwayyyyyyy aaaaaaaaa

(also i've noticed, vil stopped correcting epel's accent !! he swaps between the formal speech and his accent a bunch of times and vil's just chilling. probably because they don't have their deal anymore from back when sdc was a thing.)

[ about : epel's UM talk ]

i love just how proud rook and vil are of epel's achievements in STYX ^^ like, they very obviously manifested their own UMs earlier than epel, but they don't judge, and instead they're just very elated for him >:DD rook being disappointed that his eyes weren't cameras bc he wanted to show vil epel's UM awakening is such a mood jskfjkdsf

[ about : phantoms ]

lowkey, the first phantoms are tiny ? are these how normal phantoms are supposed to look ? bc all the ob gang's phantoms are HUGE and they have real bodies too, not just the blot head or whatever the glass vial part is called. (also i think the bottom phantom might be based off king midas ? crown and gold bars n all. idk about the first guy)

[ about : the underworld ]

"it's easy to get into the underworld, but once you're in, there's no getting out." does that mean that somehow og ortho got through the door of the underworld ? and bc they can't open the door, they couldn't get him out ever ? i think it's true bc og ortho says "everyone's gonna be so surprised when i make my return." meaning he's probably been waiting for a chance to escape this whole time.

[ about : grim sniff ]

I MISS GRIM....WHERE IS SON.... the way they're talking about him,,,they're all so endeared and they hope he's okay. rook reassuring yuu that grim wasn't conscious when he attacked them bc he knows grim would never attack yuu. and grim being picky about getting his nails trimmed,,,,just like a cat frrrr

[ about : rookvil first meeting lore...? ]

NOT US GETTING LORE COCKBLOCKED BY ANOTHER CONTAINMENT FACILITY— I'LL BE COMING BACK HERE WHEN THEY FINALLY TELL THE STORY

[ about : second trial ]

HUHH ??? ORTHO KIDNAPPED A PERSON AND LOCKED THEM UP WITH A KEYCARD ??? THE FUCKKKKKK—

ok wait let's think calmly. how the hell did underworld ortho manage to grab someone...? all researchers are either at HQ or fleeing to the edge of the city, so how did he conveniently get someone AND manage to lock them in a phantom cage..... the charon's could've helped ig but they're all set to terminate so this is sus indeed....

I FUCKENKNEW IT !! SHE WAS A PHANTOM WHO'S ACTING ALL ALONG !! as we progress further down, we're gonna meet bigger and more dangerous phantoms, so it makes sense that some phantoms are able to mimic a human's cries for help in order to trick them. and they're growing more sentient too, she could voice her thoughts.

[ about : earth titan ]

wowowowow talk about scary looking !! tbh its interesting that there's three elements for earth, water, and fire, but no null phantom (e.g. a light or dark phantom).

[ about : thunderspear !! ]

tbh it looks so fucken sick like i would want to have one of these irl. also i love how the code is titanomachia,,,,all the mythology parallels are NOT escaping me. titanomachia was the series of wars between the titans and the olympians, so it's fitting that they're fighting the earth titan with "jupiter's spear".

[ about : pomefam celebration !! ]

LET'S GAURRRR THEY DID ITTT !! also not epel's stomach grumbling skull emoji,,,,,it HAS been hours since they've had food but it's so funny :')))) i hope they have a good and restful picnic after all that hard work they went through <333

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[ about : azurid tower, START ! ]

ooo it's interesting to hear that blot can interfere with using magic,,,,azul mentions that they can't use flight magic due to blot density... also i absolutely love how the beginning is legit azul just having a monologue jKSJDFKSJS my boy i love you <333 and riddle just. not listening. and going ahead....i wonder if this team is gonna be okay. they seem to be the type to disagree a lot so what would happen...?

azul: hmm, why would ortho make the elevator turn on ? what an obvious trap that even an idiot will avoid....

riddle, not an idiot: so the enemy is offering us a way into their stronghold....alright, i accept their challenge

azul: NO WAIT—

god not riddle. getting riled up enough to try and blast through the doors as if they aren't about to encounter monsters left and right after they clear the elevators :'))))) riddle i love you and all, but your foresight needs work.

[ about : will they ever stop arguing ? ]

help me please someone stop them from arguing for one second before they get blasted into pieces or something sniff :')))) bc this exchange was about to make me throw my phone sjkfjskdf like guys. there's merit in what both of you are saying, but i'm the type to be more cautious so i agree with azul on this one, riddle TT^TT

at this point both their prides are gonna get in the way of making sound judgements, riddle might run himself dry on magic, and azul's gonna have to help him out or else they both d word. they're both leaders, so obviously none of them prefer to take orders from others.

[ about : riddle got hurt ]

arghhh what kind of fanfiction trope kdrama arc are they having rn !! the arguing, and then riddle getting injured but still insisting that he did it bc he has to protect azul, and then azul getting angry bc he doesn't want to be seen as dead weight, and wants to be seen as equals....give these guys an oscar already :')))

[ about : AZUL.... ]

NOT HIM CALLING RIDDLE WEAK AND THEN HARDHEADED WITHIN THE SPAN OF TWO SECONDS.....

[ about : researcher ]

omg there's a legit researcher in here this time, and ortho used one of the armored dudes to get her down there.....interesting indeed, he's already willing to hurt innocent people who AREN'T standing in his way just to play his game.

[ about : magma titan ]

them working together to spear down the magma titan...about damn fucking time :')))))) riddle aiming while azul keeps it steady bc he's stronger !!! finallyyy !!!! teamwork !!!

[ about : !! their celebration !! ]

THEY'RE SO HAPPY WAHHH !! riddle screaming for joy and azul joining him omg please this is the teamwork i was looking for >:DD they highfived ?? or hugged or something ?? friendship is actually friendshipping frrrr and then instantly being reminded of their image and springing apart,,,,typical of them two T^T

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[ about : leojami ]

and finally, team leojami is last. first of all, NOT LEONA YEETING ONE OF JAMIL'S HAIR ACCESSORIES DOWN TARTARUS ???? HELP MEEEE ????? JAMIL'S FACE. HE LOOKS SO NOT PLEASED. also i love how fake jamil's comeback was and how leona's outright "i don't buy that shady ass smile for a SECOND—"

and oh ?? the doors to their elevators was open ?? these two are the smart-asf duo, so the fact that they knew ortho was waiting for them doesn't surprise me. (also even with no obligation, jamil keeps trying to protect leona. like leona's more than capable but ig his past tutelege is popping out rn)

NAH. tell me why leona just threatened to rip out the shrouds' hair and ortho went "we're really REALLY looking forward to this, after all." WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN RRRAHH (and the emo music ?? hellooo ??)

[ about : video game mentality ]

yea like...this whole time, ortho's been treating this like a game. as if the world isn't actually real life. he talks about "resetting" the world by letting all the phantoms out and overrunning it with blot. but he did not ONCE talk about the amount of chaos and destruction that it would cause.

it's like...the best way i can explain is it's like playing gta and stealing cars. obviously you wouldn't do it in real life, but bc it's a game and the game is fiction, you do it anyway. and sometimes you'd make a save point, try something silly, get killed, and then respawn again at your save point. but that's obviously NOT possible in real life.

he didn't even stop once to think that these people he's calling "friends" are probably going to get killed by the phantoms if they do escape OR the fact that when they're getting injured fighting these phantoms, that they're actually getting injured. or even the fact that he himself might get killed, or that idia might get killed.

in reality, this isn't a "game" to anyone other than underworld ortho.

[ about : jamil's uneeded considerations ]

yk at this point i was expecting leona to get mad at jamil for trying to coddle him ? but he hasn't. which is interesting. bc jamil keep saying things like "get behind me" or "i'll protect you" but leona doesn't really...need it. royalty as he is, leona's probably got far better training that jamil has, so he'd be just as if not more competent in battle than jamil is. so i was expecting him to throw his weight a little bit, but he's been pretty calm and giving logical reasons as to why he shouldn't do that.

(e.g. jamil offering his jacket bc they're both weak to cold, and leona saying it'd be more troubling if jamil came down with a cold and couldn't move, rather than just leaving it at no.)

obviously jamil's trying to avoid anything happening to leona (e.g. injury) bc he would be "blamed" for it if it DID happen (i.e. it'd be his failure to protect leona) since he's the second prince and all....but holy hell man, this guy's your senior, and you read the report about him, he's hella strong, so dw abt him bestie

[ about : worried about school ]

jamil being worried because kalim and mal are the only housewardens left behind....vs leona "they can take care of themselves" kingscholar. need i remind you guys this is the guy who before he was taken away said "ruggie, savanaclaw's in your hands until i get back. don't let it fall into ruin." like. pfft. who is he trying to fool ?? (obviously jamil, he has to keep up his "idgaf" facade but it's still funny to me)

[ about : cross ?? wind ?? ]

wtf are these guys, they're analyzing WIND patterns while walking and having conversations ?? the fuck ??? and then them noticing the tiny ass crack from far away ???? ok if i had to be stuck with anyone other than pome ig my safest bet would be these guys,,,,,

[ about : leona about jamil's one-man act ]

ok here we go, they're "arguing" though it really does pale in comparison to azul and riddle's arguements... (azurid are like the loud screaming at each other type of arguers and leojami are the quiet and logical type of arguers)

leona acknowledges that jamil is strong, but he also cautions against being reckless,,,,especially because they've both overblotted before, it'd be a nightmare if they get contaminated again. and obviously, they're a team. if jamil goes down then leona's left to fight on his own, which would be a sure loss.

[ about : containment facility 1 ]

shit fuck shit shit they were so smart that they made ortho make their FIRST containment facility harder than it had to be. (also not leona...calling the shroud family dour....i'm not laughing. i'm not !!) they're legit the only group that had the whole password thing,,,i'm crying on their behalf :')))

[ about : do ur best !! ]

THAT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY. but also oh my gooooddd ortho knows JUST how to annoy each person and each group huh. making leojami go through all of that for their password to basically just be "do ur best tee hee" is just. evil.

[ about : jamil WHEEZE ]

NOW WHY WOULD HE SAY IT LIKE THAT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH SJFKJSDKF i never knew i needed jamil and leona to interact this bad but now that i have it i'm having the time of my life. two of my faves who are just. similar in some ways but a lot different. this is giving me so much serotonin.

but jamil is right, the earlier ortho had only the purest of intentions with his every action. even when he was indirectly making fun of leona, he just meant that he thought leona would enjoy the game more bc he's a lion beastman, not bc he's a cat.

obviously us as the reader know that this isn't "just ortho" and that it's underworld ortho, who used to be a human, i'm assuming. thus why he got angry at leona calling him a robot. meanwhile, normal ortho would probably start boasting abt how he's the most advanced and capable robot bc he knows and doesn't care that he's a robot.

thus furthering my "underworld ortho is actually idia's real brother who died a bunch of years ago and got stuck in the underworld and current ortho is just an android modeled after him made by idia, but now underworld ortho somehow took control of current ortho" theory.

[ about : arguing :00 ]

ok i keep commenting about their arguing. but man it took a LOT for leona actually to get mad at jamil for something. he only really started getting mad when jamil got in the way of his "plan". which, to be very fair, he should've said something. bc jamil doesn't have beastman senses, how was HE supposed to know that leona sensed one and that he had a plan to combat it ?

also not jamil hiding his injury.....sir...... and not him NOT getting leona's words and continuing the "i will protect you" act pLEASE— tbh from leona's words it's not very clear, but he's trying to work together here. like he's trying to increase their chances of a winning fight, and yea communication is key, but jamil keeps ignoring his words in favor of "protecting" him.

[ about : containment facility 2 ]

oh god, here we go, why do we have another trial :'))) how did this get worse ?? first, using a phantom that can mimic human voices. and then putting a REAL researcher into a cage (no phantom, but with a charon armor). and now ?? tying a guy to a cage and making him almost drown in coolant ??? with the CABLE that controls the openings and closings of the facility ????

they...they really pissed ortho off huh.

[ about : stand up. ]

are you. telling me this guy was sitting the whole time or something. instead of just standing up in the water ? shakes him 1000 times....head in hands.

[ about : king's roar appreciation ]

nah are we all gonna ignore how leona was able to precisely turn ALL the ice in the air and around them into sand ??? the amount of control that would take oml, how much did he train to be able to do that ??

[ about : thunder spear timeee ]

jamil making the call not to register his handprints because he KNOWS he can't handle the magical energy rolling off the spear and choosing to rely on leona,,,,helloooo we have some developmentttt ^^ jamil's not sacrificing uselessly in this case !!

jamil realizing that he made the right call, bc if he registered himself he'd probably need leona's help to aim/hold it up. meanwhile leona saying he can "barely hold it up" vs the others who had like. 2-3 people helping them prop it up and aim,,,,sir i think you're plenty powerful enough.

also comparing the pictures to the ones above is making me throw up, bc the others are like. holding it a meter-ish above the ground. meanwhile leona has it hoisted up high above his head with PERFECT AIM mind you.

whew made it to recharging all the spears ^^ (technically the others minus leojami have been done for days but shhhh) see you again later ig sjkfdjskf

#/trau rambles #rrahhh more book 6 be upon ye #twst book 6 #twisted wonderland #i'm too tired to type out the characters #but did you see my boys (leojami)#they're so cool #i loved watching them do their thing <333

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 8 months

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making my tags on this old post by @batsarebetterthanpeople into their own post bc i can. anyway modern calicojack au:

#ok but im obsessed w the idea that somehow jack doesnt know ed is gay#(either bc ed is still in the closet at 19 or jack is just really fucking unobservant. probably the 2nd one)#and they fuck for like a year before they drift apart somehow idk maybe one of them moves or something#and they ''keep in touch'' aka occasionally send nudes on snapchat and hook up if theyre in town#so when jack comes out as bi 5 years later it's on facebook or smthng. instagram. idk.#but then he DMs ed like:#''hey blackie long time no fuck haha anyway ive done some soul searching and i think fucking you in the ass WAS kinda gay-''#''-but it's okay bc im not like GAY gay. i like fucking bros AND bitches but when i fuck bros i'm not like a girl about it yknow? so like-'#''-i just wanted to reach out bc i've been thinking abt all the times we helped each other out and like-''#''-bro u liked taking it up the ass WAY too much for a straight guy. like u might wanna do some soul-searching abt that.''#and he ends this with a dick pic and a winky face emoji and the sentence ''to help you self-reflect''#meanwhile ed owns a gay bar and has a rainbow flag in his uhhh facebook profile or instagram bio idk#ed texts back ''jack im gay'' and then jack thinks that his text is how ed discovered his sexuality. ed never corrects him.

#ofmd #our flag means death #edward teach #ed teach #edward teach born on a beach #calico jack #calico jack rackham #jackbeard #calicobeart #txt #og #mine #modern au #my fic #<- sorta #fic(ish)

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pot-spot · 10 months

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I've been thinking recently about the kids at the pool who wouldn't stop watching my partner and I. My partner is sweet, they asked me why these teens were watching us, giggling, etc. I told them it was probably me, the queerness oozes off of me, it's undeniable. I could tell they didn't believe me, that they thought I was just down on myself, but I heard them, the way I can only hear someone when looking in their direction, I peered at them from behind my glasses and heard the, very clearly in the closet girl, go "I don't get pride, what are they so proud about?" I shouldn't have worn my rainbow shorts, but the pineapple ones make me itch, maybe I should've just worn a t-shirt to. Idk.

Then at the burlesque show, a place filled with queers, the show almost coming to an end when three tourists come in. The two girls, clearly just bar hopping sit down, while the man they're with can't even fully come into the room, terrified to be infected by the nasty fags surrounding him. I notice one of the girls' arms flail and look towards the movement, she's pointing at us. My eyes are on her, I hear her over the music, over everything, "OH MY GOD LOOK! A gay couple." The giggles from her friend ensue, thankfully this time I'm tipsy enough to just elbow my partner, tell them the tea, and feign outrage, laughing. I wasn't being silly though, I was a bit miffed, it had been one of the first times I've left the house out of fear of being made to feel like a monster.

The day before the burlesque show we went to an art festival, again trying to get out of my shell a little more. We walk out onto Main Street and the first thing, not even kidding, the first thing that happens is we get clocked for being queers and get shouted at that we're so cool and that they're proud of us. It happens again, and again, people handing us flyers for queer specific events. You may read this and say "dude come on those are positive things!" To which I say there's nothing positive about being outed and clocked over and over in public. To finish off the day we went to get a beer, we enter and it's crickets, every conversation stops, all eyes are on us, they won't even speak to us. We sit down and wait, and wait, there's 4 bartenders standing all talking to each other and customers, we were clearly being ignored, clearly unwelcome, I suggest we just leave and go somewhere gay friendly, I'm scared. They decide we'll just sit right in front of their faces and order, it works, we all try and few samples and land on our selections. The manager talks shit about us to the bartender, giggling, making eye contact with me, I look at my partner, they ask what's wrong and I just smile, do it for them. We continue, all of us buzzed and joking, the bartender makes a comment about how she hates when people only order one drink, how it's rude. None of us could afford any different. We finish our drinks and go to leave, the bartender stops me, calls attention to my tattoos, misgenders me, and I'm on my way. A freak, a freak, a freak.

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thedreadvampy · 3 years

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re the Annual Kink At Pride Discourse: here's my input on the question of 'should Pride be exclusively sfw and family friendly?'

idk there's like 6000 more important questions about what should be part of Pride than 'can sexual content be present WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN' let's start with:

why are TERFs allowed to feel entitled to a place

why is Pride policed

why are police allowed to march in Pride as a bloc under a police banner but sex workers aren't allowed to march in Pride under a sex worker banner?

why do we let political parties join the march while passing violently anti-trans (looking at you the SNP) and anti-gay (yeah you the Conservatives) legislations?

why are 90% of the march leaders and big blocs corporate advertising?

why is so much Pride events pay-to-play

why have radical queer groups like LGSM, the Lesbian Avengers or the Queer Collective been actively and increasingly excluded from Pride to the extent that the original founders of London Pride were pushed out of the parade altogether in favour of shilling for Absolut and Barclays?

why is Pride treated as a place where straight people can come to say 'I'm not homophobic' and like I literally. L I T E R A L L Y had to listen to a straight woman in a gay bar during Pride say to my friend 'no I totally get what you're going through as a trans woman, my best friend is a gay man' right after spouting 10 minutes of transphobia

why is it treated as anathema to Pride to challenge racism, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny and classism when it makes a space uncomfortable because ~this is meant to be an inclusive celebration don't sow division they have as much right to be here as anyone~ but the leather daddies and the kinksters and the celebrations of queer sexuality and the radical liberationist anti-capitalist politics that are literally at the foundation of Pride are unacceptable in case they make someone uncomfortable?

basically well before we try to scrub the kink off pride and present a Nice Sanitised Family Fun Day Out version of Pride probably we should focus on kicking out the people who don't just make Pride uncomfortable but actively work to make the world worse for queer people. get TERFs out of Pride get megacorporations out of Pride get cops out of Pride get pinkwashing politicians out of Pride and then maybe we can talk about your beef with Gay People Expressing Sexuality.

and I'm not even trying to deny that there are valid reasons to be uncomfortable with the amount of sexual content. but the fact that some people have picked Queer Displays Of Sexuality as the core problem with Pride not like. cops with guns or banners for fucking arms companies and alcohol monopolies and megacorporations leading the march or ticketed entry gates keeping out the riffraff or the exclusion of radical queer voices or the marketing of Pride as a Fun Day Out For Heterosexual Cis Party People or the way it's used to put a coat of rainbow paint over systemic dehumanisation of queer people in other areas of life is. a fucking joke. shut up. sorry. I was trying not to be too confrontational but for real get some perspective.

Fuck assimilation

Fuck pinkwashing

Fuck corporate pride

Fuck cops

ACAB, that's what Pride means to me

#pride discourse #yep just on a rant #I'm just sad bc we can't do the radical bloc at this year's Pride

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky broke up but he keeps on crawling back to you.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: TW! Toxic relationship, implied smut nothing too graphic, cheating, angsty angst

A/N: Like I said, I needed to write something based on this song when I first heard it 😂 Writer zoomies is real y’all, I literally whipped out like idk 4 fics this week??? Anywaaay PLEASE listen to the song or at least search up the lyrics for the context 😌

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You watched Bucky parade his new girl the same way he did to you a few years ago. A bitter chuckle escaped from your lips as you observed him and the way he treated her, so sweet and gentle. He only had eyes for her, she probably thinks she hit the jackpot with how Bucky was gazing at her lovingly.

Pathetic. If she only knew that Bucky gazed at you the same way last night.

Your eyes followed them as they walked around the party, with Bucky keeping a protective hand on the small of her back. And then you looked at her, how she moved and acted.

And the comparison began.

She's all rainbows and butterflies, sunshine radiating off of her beautiful smile. You were more of a rose, attractive enough to draw interest but full of thorns that tend to keep people away. Only the brave were able to touch you, but one prick is all it takes for them to let you go.

She tasted like strawberry lollipop, so sweet and addicting. You tasted like tequila, just as addicting but have a little too much and it'll leave you with a massive headache.

Bucky's eyes found you even admist the crowd and you smirked, raising your glass of whiskey in the air as acknowledgment. You kept an eye on him as you took a sip, your chest swelling with pride when he whispered something to his new girl before making his way towards you by the bar.

"I thought I told you not to come see me anymore."

You lifted a brow at Bucky, "Who said I came here for you?" you asked, taking out a box of cigarettes from your bag and offering some to Bucky.

He shook his head, "She asked me to stop." he said.

You shrugged and took one for yourself, letting it hang loosely on your lips as you reached for Bucky's shirt pocket. He watched your expression change when you fished out his lighter before using it. Up until this day, you knew where Bucky kept his lighter and you also knew that it wouldn't be easy for him to quit smoking.

To quit you.

"Asked you to stop huh?" you teased, placing the lighter back in Bucky's pocket before tapping his chest with your hand.

"Force of habit." Bucky merely said before glancing around, probably checking for his girl.

You laughed, "Easy, tiger. She trusts you too much to even worry where you went. If she didn't, she would have known about us a long time ago."

Bucky frowned when you blew a thin line of smoke right at his face, your lips curling into a sinister smile when you noticed his jaw tense up.

"I told you not to quit smoking cold turkey." you reminded Bucky, taking another stick from your box and placing it right between his lips.

Bucky glared at you but didn't budge nor stop you from reaching for his lighter again. Another victorious smile tugged at your lips when he let you light his cigarette. He took one long drag and threw his head back, humming in satisfaction at the first taste of nicotine on his tongue.

"We can't keep doing this." Bucky said, looking back again to check on his girlfriend.

It was entertaining for you to witness him tiptoe around her. She was so innocent, so naive to think that she had Bucky wrapped around her finger when you had him wrapped around your sheets for many nights now.

"Don't act like I'm the one knocking on your door at three in the morning." you snickered, taking another drag from your cigarette.

Bucky ran a hand over his stubble, "I made a mistake. I didn't mean to."

You laughed out loud, "You didn't mean to the first time you came crawling back to me. But then you kept on coming back for more, I don't think that's a mistake anymore."

How dare he accuse you of stealing him away from his new girl when he was the one sneaking behind her back? Why won't he just admit that he made a mistake of leaving you, that he was finding it hard to quit you?

Why won't he just leave her and come back to you?

"Why her?" you asked.

It was Bucky's turn to chuckle, "Do you really want to know?" he asked.

"I asked you, didn't I?" you shot back.

"Because she's everything you're not." Bucky responded immediately, too quickly for your liking.

It hurt to hear him say that to you, right in your face. You weren't the best girlfriend but you gave him your all. It wasn't an easy relationship, the fights became too toxic at times but you were willing to change. You needed him to help you but what did Bucky do?

You pricked him with your thorns just one time, one fucking time and then he dropped you. Just like that.

"Of course, she isn't like me. She doesn't let you fuck her the way I let you fuck me, doesn't give you the best fucking blowjobs in the world, doesn't satisfy you the same way I satisfied you."

"Shut up!" Bucky growled, his fists clenching.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and pressed down your burnt cigarette against the ash tray. Bucky let out an exasperated breath, grabbing the glass of whiskey from your hand and drinking it down.

"Does she let you fuck her on the counter? I bet she doesn't. When you came home to her after you fucked me, did you let her kiss you? Did you let her taste me on your mouth?" you asked sharply.

Bucky let out a humorless laugh, "I did, actually. Because she feels like home and no matter how many nights we spent together, it's her that I'll always come home to. This has got to stop."

"You know I'm better than her. You just can't accept it. I'm the best one you ever had." you said through gritted teeth, eyes slowly brimming up with tears.

Maybe it was Bucky who always came to you, begging you for the pleasure he wasn't able to experience with her, but it was you who was still in love with him. Every single time he knocked on your door, you let him in even though it was breaking you apart.

Because Bucky was right, he found a home in her, something he never found in you.

It wasn't love for him anymore, it was just lust. And once that lust was gone, then it's all over for you.

"This is the last time I'll smoke." Bucky said, finishing his cigarette and throwing it into the ash tray.

It was easy to understand what Bucky truly meant by that. You were like nicotine and Bucky was once addicted to you. But just like any other drug or vice, there will always be a way to quit it no matter what.

As you watched Bucky leave you behind to go back to his girl, you couldn't help the bitterness that enveloped you. The way he looked at her, smiled at her and touched her made you realize that this was your greatest fear all along.

That Bucky was finally quitting you. For good.

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rearranging-deck-chairs · 2 years

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it’s not just the words it’s how she says them. it looks so easy it looks so happy it looks so self-evident it looks so light

it’s not angsty like i love you and it’s a burden because i’ll lose you because she has preempted all of that. she started with “i dont”, which is easier than “i wont” because wont gives her a choice. the choice has been made. she Doesnt. yes she has made the choice but it’s herself first and foremost that shes not giving the option here.

thinking about like the timeline, when she felt when she knew etc. well, Dont, is like. well it’s like probably 5 seconds after she realised she Might, she decided she Doesnt. Wont leaves a choice. maybe later you will. but Dont is a fact. Dont is static. she just Doesnt. it’s not that she doesnt want to, or might want to, want doesnt factor into it. Wont challenges your willpower, Dont is just a fact.

so she can say this, like that, so easily, because shes taken precautions. this is safe to say because the road to heartbreak has been barred already. i mean it obviously hasnt but you can see her reasoning

theres no getting stuck on the words like 12 does and not whatever 10 does and theres not even what SHE does which is that like tripping thing where she starts the first sentence and then struggles with the second. it’s so easy.

i feel like theres so much love in how easy it is to say. she knows what to say and she knows it’s true and theres no struggle at all with the feelings shes expressing. at least to me it looks like theres no struggle at all. and it just seems to me like it speaks of so much love that she can say it with just nothing but light and joy. like on top of saying i love you shes also saying i love you and thats wonderful.

when she says “it’d be with you” and “youre one of the greatest people ive ever known“ and “if it was gonna be anyone, it’d be you!” it’s just good. it just looks like thats only a good feeling to her. like theres struggle around it. theres obviously like the whole I Cant thing and she stumbles around a little trying to find the way to say the things but the actual i love yous are good.

and i think thats on purpose. like sure i believe it’s a good like feeling, like just loving yaz thats a good feeling i do believe that. but also the doctor has had 70 years to live a mundane human life and then a couple with a young queer woman who used their last moments with them to come out to them. not that the doctor didnt know but like. to tell them.

and then shes spent idk ive lost track but some years with yaz and if she picked up on the fact that yaz was in love with her then theres a good chance she also picked up on the fact that “ive never told anyone”. maybe not in so much detail but she definitely has the context to sorta,,, be able to guess that being queer is a Thing, that it can be a Difficult thing. theyre not oblivious to that.

the doctor that picked a shirt with rainbows after spending a week with yaz is not oblivious to- wait a minute sdhkgkjhgjg

im taking longer to make my point than the fucking doctor but mY POINT IS. i think she was very careful about making it clear that loving yaz is nothing that could ever in any way be bad for her. that theres no shame or fear or anything there.

i dont think she knows exactly all of yazs thoughts and feelings there. i think she just knows that yaz is in love with her and she knows that being queer is not necessarily easy and she knows yaz is young so she might not have everything figured out yet. i think those are reasonable assumptions to make about what 13 might know.

and she took care that Every Time she expressed ‘i love you yaz’ it was a Good Thing Only

oh my god and then she adds “including my wife” just to underline her point. goddammit she definitely did that on purpose she definitely knew what she was doing im so grateful. shes been a fucking dick to yaz like A Lot but this she did really nicely. like this was well done. socially awkward my ass. the fucking grace she has i love her

this was beautiful and elegant and careful and KIND

also, the scronch and the hop <3

#if the rest of the situation with yaz isnt kind bc shes too pretzelbrained to get that right this was at least a kind detail.#most of what 13 gets wrong with yaz is i think just symptoms badly managed #which shes responsible for but shes also struggling #but i think this is what she would be like if she wasnt struggling so much #i wouldnt even rule it out that her bumbling around a bit wasnt on purpose either #at least like half on purpose #lean into it #know that one short story where yaz asks i thougth you were socially awkward bc im not seeing that now #when theyre stuck in that bunker or whatever and 13 is like. managing them all #and 13 is like this is a task. im good at tasks #shes pretty good at tasks sometimes #lotsd

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years

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Oh god please, more cheating and angst (hoodie? Tim? 👀👀👀) Idk u just write it so good and my aching heart feels better oddly because of it. I fuckn love angst djsjsjjdjdjd

Full Moon and Being A Horrible Person

[Masky X F!Reader]

[Warnings: language, physical cheating]

[AN: i love angst too]

The full moon makes us do weird things, it’s been well documented. From the people bouncing off the walls to inducing labor, all the way to making us make questionable decisions, the full moon is to blame, not him.

It was a full moon when he caught the eyes of a woman with dark, sweet chocolate colored eyes. She looked so beautiful under the lights of the bar, yellow illuminating her skin like it was gold.

She’d been flirting with him across the bar the entire night. Wry smiles, tapping her fingernails against the glass, twirling her dark hair and giggling when he caught her eyes and by extension, her attention.

“You know Reader isn’t gonna be happy with your behavior,” Hoodie had lightly chided him before downing more of his beer. “Why don’t you let me take over? I haven’t-”

“No,” Tim laughed, pushing at his best friend’s shoulder. “It’s harmless flirting,” he finished, watching Hoodie’s expression from the corner of his eye.

“If Reader was doing this, would you consider it harmless flirting?”

Kate excused herself from her conversation with one of the ladies from the booth behind the table she and her group shared, then turned her attention to her group leader. “He has a point,” she said, grinning when Hoodie leaned over the table to high-five her.

Tim rolled his eyes and began to lazily swish his drink. “It’s nothing, I promise.”

“You mean to say you haven’t emptied your balls in a few weeks and you’re desperate,” Hoodie deadpans, breaking his blank expression when Kate loudly laughs.

“Again, he has a point,” Kate smirked. “C’mon, let Hoodie or Toby take this one. Neither of them are in relationships and are less likely to get attached.”

Tim raises a brow at Kate. “Attached? What does that mean?”

Hoodie shares a look with the woman across from him who nods at him to explain what exactly she means. “She uh,” Hoodie awkwardly sips at his beer before biting the bullet completely. “C’mon man, you have an addictive personality. Pills, cigarettes, Reader…” He trails off before Tim hisses and punches Hoodie’s shoulder, roughly. Hoodie only barks a laugh and raises his hand up in submission. “I’m right, I’m always right!” He manages to choke out through remaining giggles.

“Can we just drop it for now?” Tim growls.

Kate rolls her eyes and then pulls a face to Hoodie, who stifles his laughter just barely before she turns back to her conversation with the ladies from the booth behind her. She’s up and out of her seat following a group of them to the other side of the bar, giggling and laughing as a woman with short pink hair holds her hand and weaves her through the crowds.

Hoodie feigns innocence before standing up. “I’m gonna find Tobes, who knows what he’s doing. Tearing up the dance floor, maybe?”

Tim watches as his best friend shuffles out from his seat, beer still in hand as he disappears into the sea of people. He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. His dark eyes scan the bustling room full of bright, rainbow colored strobe lights and too loud music only to catch a glimpse of the full moon outside. It’s tinged pink, and seems to blossom the longer he looks at it. Due to where they’re currently at in the city, he can’t see the stars - much too much light pollution. A sigh is about to escape his lips when he feels a hand brushing over his, pulling him from the light of the full moon and onto the woman he’d been flirting quietly with all night.

“Never thought I’d get you alone,” she says, voice sweet like honey and smoother than silk.

Tim thinks about his words, his group’s chiding before mentally shrugging off all responsibilities. “I know, right?” He replies, voice low and deep, something charming and sweet.

She grins like the Cheshire Cat before playfully biting her lip. “I’m just passing through here,” she begins, “maybe we could… Have a few more drinks then head back to my hotel room?”

Tim feels a slight blush come to his cheeks before swallowing it back down. He smirks, leaning into her presence. “I’d love nothing more.”

The two of them knock back a few more drinks, the woman mostly choosing fruity things and Tim sticking to whiskey. Their touches become more and more bold, and their words more lusty and obscene by the moment. He has her sit on his lap and he whispers all the nasty things he wants to do to her and she gobbles it up, giggles and soft licks to the shell of his ear driving him up a wall.

And then, he follows her to her hotel. It’s a tangle of lips smashing against lips, hearts beating in sync and hands grabbing in the most inappropriate of places. Her clothes lie on the floor before getting covered up by his, her body following in suit.

Tim takes her. He drinks her in full and has her seeing the stars that were once only gazed upon by you. He touches her in ways you’ve never been touched and allows her to touch him in ways he’d always claimed were ‘too much’ for him.

When the deed is done, he’s cuddling her much like he would cuddle you, cigarette in his mouth and bliss on his face.

Tim stayed the night.

The next morning, he’s so groggy that he doesn’t even realize he’s still got her lipstick stains on his skin. He gets back in his car (failing to realize his group had to either walk back to the temp or hitch with someone else), and heads back to the only true home he’d ever considered.

It’s a few hours to your place, but he makes it, and that’s all that matters. Your car isn’t in the driveway, so he lets himself in. A quiet stumble to the bathroom and he sees he looks like a mess. The weight of what he did to you begins to sink in.

Tim turns the shower on and strips off his clothing - the clothes still linger with her perfume before he hops in and begins to furiously scrub at his skin. Tears well in his eyes. How could he do that to you? What kind of common sense was he lacking in that moment?

He continues to scrub, slowly coming to the realization that he’s going to do whatever it takes to hide this from you - you can never know. It was the light of the full moon, people always act crazy when the moon is in that phase, and he was drunk, like really drunk.

Excuses, excuses.

The water stops right when he hears the front door open. He hears your voice. You’re greeting him sweetly, like you always do.

He takes in a deep breath. You can never know.

It was only inevitable that you’d find out, though he’s surprised you went as long as you did without knowing. Tim hid it from you for months, and he probably could’ve kept it longer if he didn’t come with you to Target when you asked. You’d always been a fan of late night store runs, and he hadn’t gone on one with you in a while… What harm could it possibly do?

A lot. A lot of harm that surfaced the truth.

“I should’ve cuffed you when I had a chance!” The woman giggled as she came up beside you as you looked at the early Halloween decorations.

You raised a brow. “Excuse me?” You looked over to your boyfriend, whose face had gone pale. “I think you have the wrong…”

“You’re a lucky girl, y’know that?” She continued, brushing off your words. “He took me to the moon.” Her voice was so sultry and decadent. “Hope he takes you to the moon as well,” she says, her fingers trailing Tim’s arm.

He pulls away from her. “W...Who are you?” He says, attempting to sound confused.

The woman pulls a face before looking in between the two of you, her dark eyes glancing and putting together the pieces. Instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, she chuckles and begins to take off again. “I did you a favor, honey,” she calls over her shoulder, hips swaying as she turns down another aisle.

You don’t want to admit it, but now you know why Tim’s been so weird lately and nicer than usual. Sure, Tim is a sweet guy, but his behavior the past few months has been OVERLY nice, and now you know why. “What was that?” You ask, eyes narrowing and tears welling.

“Nothing, let’s just pay and get out-”

“I wanna go home.”

Tim moves to rest his hand on your shoulder, but you recoil as if you’d been burned.

A huge argument ensued when the two of you got back into the car, lots of harsh words were traded. He tried reasoning with you, he tried telling you how much he loved you, he tried everything in his power but he’d ruined a good thing.

You ended up pulling over on the side of the road, slamming the breaks, tears in your eyes and turned to him. “Give me the key to my house.”

“What? No-”

“Give. Me. The. Key. Tim,” you hiss, punctuating every word with stronger venom. You held your hand out.

Tim sighs deeply and reaches into his pocket, pinching the bridge of his nose as you harshly snatch the key from his awaiting hand. “It’s not like that, you know I love you-”

“Is that what you’re calling it? Cheating on me and then lying about it for months?” You rhetorically ask, growling and seething further and further. You feel rage wracking your system as it exhausts you further and further. You can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, because if you do, you’ll melt.

“I’m telling you, it was to protect you,” he attempts again. “Let’s just, let’s just go home and-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you say, drawing in every remaining and residual strength you have as hot tears scald your cheeks.

“You don’t mean that-”

“I do.”

“Reader, baby please-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you repeat. You squeeze your eyes shut, shake your head and then turn back to the road. “Do it before I do something stupid.”

Tim feels his heart shatter, cracking on impact as it falls deeper and deeper. He shakily runs his fingers through his hair before sliding out of your car, slamming the door shut and watches as you drive off and out of his life. He wants to scream, or cry, maybe both at the same time? He’s not entirely sure yet. He just knows his world is crashing down and there’s nothing he can do about it.

He betrayed your trust and broke your heart all for one singular night of passion.

The emotionally distraught man looks up at the moon, finding no solace that it’s full again.

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strangerthings4theories · 3 years

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In one of your last posts you mentioned the fact that there are twelve of Brenner’s “children” and El’s experiment was considered to be part of “Project Indigo.” Considering that Indigo is only the second-to-last color in the rainbow, and that Eleven is the second-to-last of the experiments… would you say that Billy has anything to do with Twelve/Project Violet?

It's possible. Right now we're under the impression that the Mind Flayer possessed Billy under his own initiative, and that Billy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But there could always be more to story. It sounds very Brenner-like to "make lemonade out of lemons" and try to continue his experiments now that the Upside Down has escaped into the wild.

I was going to say, maybe Brenner's already become a servant of the Mind Flayer (he wouldn't call himself that, of course), and they "chose" Billy for a final experiment. But I don't think Brenner would be too keen on the Mind Flayer's goal to kill El in S3. He might be a monster, but he does have a twisted affection for her. So I doubt he was involved at the time. (He'd be far more likely to play along once the Mind Flayer has decided to use her)

Also, I'm not sure how Billy being 012 would work with the evidence for him showing up in Russia. It could work, I just don't know how yet.

Here's what I'm seeing:

- Billy and El are parallel characters. So much about them is mirrored, all the way down to seemingly random details about their backstories. This has to be intentional, and it tells me Billy will "echo" El's journey moving forward (and vice versa). I'll make a full post on their parallels eventually, but for now I touch on it briefly here.

- Kamchatka is shaping up to be the Russian equivalent of Hawkins Lab. The Upside Down has a presence there, and the Russians are running experiments on its creatures, probably people too.

- Evidence suggests Billy will end up there with his superpowers intact. If so, he'll be experimented on and made to do things against his will, just like El at Hawkins Lab. Heyoooooo! There's the "echo" we're looking for.

- If that's the case, he'll join the ranks of Experiments™, but on the Russian side.

This theory is not a stretch; the framework is there. We've already met the dude who will mirror Brenner's authority.

And you know how Brenner neutralized El's telekinesis by locking her in a lead-lined room? We've already seen two possible components of how the Russians will neutralize Billy's superstrength: by shocking him with a cattle prod and keeping him in a cage with bars he can't bend. (The blue coloring suggests it might be electrified like the cattle prod??)

Erica linked both of these to Demogorgons, and for good reason. What she doesn't know is that Billy is thematically linked to the Demogorgon, "echoing" it just like he echoes El.

Seriously tho. I'm shocked by how well the Duffers have set this up.

Technically, Billy could still become 012 if my theory is true, but that assumes a weird, nefarious cooperation between Brenner and the Russians (Russians from a mirror universe, no less). That's entirely possible though, and as a writer I find the idea intriguing. You'd just have to do some work to explain the backstory of their cooperation and what made Brenner's loyalties so *ahem* flexible. The influence of the Mind Flayer? The promise of power and knowledge?

(Always remember that Brenner's ultimate goal, in mythic terms, is to eat the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. He wants to become God, and he'll bargain with the Devil to do it.)

Idk, there's a lot to consider here. Still, you can't deny it's satisfying to think of Billy being the final experiment. It puts him in the same group as El and Kali, with whom he already has a lot in common. It continues his parallels with El specifically. And it puts an abused boy in a position to stop the experiments. He's the final one - the bookend. And he's going to make fucking sure of it.

Thanks for the ask Cherry, it's really fun to speculate about this~~

(Damn, now I've got an image stuck in my head of Billy snarling and pacing in that Demogorgon cage 🙃🙃 He'd be like a pissed off lion in a zoo!! 💀💀 FUCK ME)

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove is alive #el hopper #stranger things theory #stranger things analysis #martin brenner #the demogorgon #hawkins lab #kamchatka #answering your mail #the duffers should just hire me already bc i have three thousand ideas

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write-orflight · 3 years

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Settle Down: Prologue

**Gif Not Mine**

Prev - Next

Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)

Rating: M

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: None, will be smut in eventual chapters

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for... A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

A.N: this is a bad bio but idk how else to put it. it’s a baby fic! I wouldn’t say this is enemies to lovers but they certainly don’t like each other at first so it kinda is. comment on this chap or message to be on the taglist. much love, Cia

Prologue: A Powerpoint, Really?

If you had told 16 year old Y/N that she’d be working at the FBI, she would’ve called you batshit.

Not only, did you not have any respect for authority or any inclination for rules in that matter, working for the FBI was never in the forefront of your mind. But when given the option of Jail or a full time job with benefits, it was fairly easy to make a choice. You remember the first day when you met your work partner and now best friend Penelope Garcia or specifically the day she caught you.

You were waiting tables like you did every weekend to stay afloat. Today was unreasonably slow so you were just finding small things to do. That’s when she came in, an extremely brightly dressed woman, sat at the bar of the diner.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You smile at the woman who looks up at you and smiles.

“Yes, I’m looking for the Emerald City.” She says, smirking at you. Your face drops, you knew what she was talking about.

When you started hacking it was only supposed to be a one time thing. You grew up poor, spent most of your life poor so when you saw your childhood home was set to be demolished to build a fancy new headquarters for Scotty Realins, an upcoming asshole tech CEO, without a cent going to your parents. Something in you snapped. You had already been pretty decent at code and you flirted with a couple of guys in your STEM classes to learn how to hack so you would say you were pretty good at this point. So you hacked into the website and made sure all the Revenue for that day actually was wired to lower-income housing. At the end of the day, it was only a couple hundred thousand dollars but what was pennies to Scotty Realins changed some people's lives.

So you started doing it more, to different companies under the pseudonym OZ. The money always went to different places that needed it whether it was paying the rent for a bunch of families or anonymous large donations to food banks or soup kitchens. You gained a bit of fame in the hacker community as a modern day Robin Hood.

All good things come to an end though. And the end was standing in front of you in clunky, rainbow colored jewelry.

“You don’t look like a cop.” you say, crossing your arms.

“I’ll do you one better.” She says, pulling her FBI badge out, showing it to you briefly. You curse under your breath. “I’ve been following you for a while, OZ. Though I wasn’t expecting the man behind the curtain to be a woman. I will say, having my computers route back to a loop of “We’re not in Kansas anymore.” everytime I tried to track your IP was impressive. I couldn’t even be mad about it.”

“Clearly not that impressive because you found me.”

“Still took me longer than usual, which is saying a lot.”

“This is a really long winded conversation if you’re just here to arrest me.” You say, taking off your apron. No use in keeping it on if you were going to be in handcuffs soon.

“That’s because I’m not here to arrest you. I’m here to offer you a job, to work under me as a Tech Analyst in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” Penelope says.

“And if I don’t want to?”

“Then you’re going to want a lawyer and my very good handsome friend outside is going to arrest you. You’re smart and you have a chance to help people which is why you started hacking in the first place, right? Please don’t make me do that.” She looked at you pleadingly like she really cared and didn’t want you to go to prison. You didn’t say anything but something told you she’d been in the same boat as you before.

“Hmmm…. I’m tired of waiting tables anyway.”

So you uprooted your life and moved from Philadelphia to Quantico. Garcia took you under her wing and pretty soon the two of you functioned in her batcave like a well oiled machine. You could do without the constant gore that filled your screens but at the end of the day, you loved what you were doing and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

The team was an added bonus, it was nice to have your own little found family. Garcia, of course, taking on the role as best friend mere days after your first meeting. You met Derek Morgan right after you agreed to take the job, he’d been there to arrest you and was very glad he wouldn’t have to do that. He told you often about how you reminded him of his sister and he regarded you in the role of younger sister from that day on. The next person you met had been Aaron Hotchner, your new boss. It took him a couple of weeks to warm up to you, you guessed he had a difficulty trusting new people and when he would call you guys for information he would always ask for Garcia instantly instead of you, not very trusting in your skills yet. Though that changed when you had been the one to track down the Unsub once.

Rossi was easily won over when you told him about your Italian side of the family, specifically your grandmother who loved to cook and left you a lot of recipes. You and him often went back and forth in sharing dishes. Emily and JJ had also been easily won over with one bottle of tequila and a regrettable girls night.

Then there was Dr. Spencer Reid.

You had a lot of opinions on Dr. Reid, most of them weren’t good. It wasn’t like you hated him in fact, you’d consider him a friend but the two of you seemed to butt heads on well, everything. Both of you needing to be the smartest in the room and neither of you wanting to admit when you’re wrong will do that though. You still respected Spencer though, he was an extreme asset to the team and he was your best friend’s other best friend so you couldn’t really hate the guy.

You also didn’t have to like him.

So you had a good job, good friends, a nice house to live in. You were finally happy, content even. So why did it feel like something was missing?

The something missing came in a stroller pushed by JJ the next week.

The last case had been rough. Really rough. So while the team was on their way back you and Garcia hatched a plan for JJ to come visit from maternity leave and surprise everyone with the baby. While you guys were waiting for them to land, Garcia wanted to show JJ something she had gotten her godson so JJ asked if you could watch him and feed him until she got back, which you obviously agreed to. As you were feeding the child his bottle, and his ravioli sized fist wrapped around your finger you realized what had been missing.

Fuck, you wanted a kid.

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You told Garcia first, it slipped when she noticed how off you were being. You wanted to have a kid bad now and you knew you didn’t want to wait. Penny tried to convince you that you’d “find the right person” but let’s face it, with this job, long term relationships were few and far inbetween. Plus you didn’t need a man, you had a good job and insurance, you knew you could provide a child with a life full of love it deserved. So you made an appointment at a fertility clinic. As the doctor was talking to you about your options, you felt yourself feeling more and more down about your decision and that only increased as you looked in the book of sperm donors in front of you. You looked at too many serial killers daily that it made you uneasy, carrying a stranger's baby. Maybe Garcia was right and your best bet was to wait for ‘the right guy.’ Even though you really didn’t want to.

You walked into work later, a little sullen. Heading immediately towards the coffee machine. Penelope, who had been at Derek’s desk, makes a beeline towards you.

“So how’d it go?” She says, smiling. “Did you make an appointment to be baby-fied?”

You sigh. “I couldn’t do it, Pen.” You say, frowning. “I just-- We see so much here that I don’t want to accidentally end up with a sociopath’s baby because I couldn’t wait.”

“But you don’t want to wait, do you?” She says softly, empathizing with you.

“No, I don’t.” You sigh again, finishing making your cup before walking back out into the bullpen. JJ had brought Henry again for the others to see on the slow paperwork day. You tried not to look bitter but it was like she was flaunting the one thing you couldn’t have, even if it was unintentional. You watched as she handed the baby to Spencer, who instantly smiled and made faces at the laughing baby.

“Spencer is actually a surprisingly good godfather.” Garcia says, smiling at the exchange in front of you. “Kinda makes you wonder what he’d be like with his own baby geniuses.” She says before walking over to the group and scooping her godson out of Spencer’s arms, Spencer still held on to his fist with his pinky, smiling down at the child.

“Yea…” You say, to no one in particular.

You had an idea. A probably bad one.

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You were sitting in the coffee shop, nervously fiddling on your laptop while waiting for Spencer. You were surprised he even agreed to meet with you for coffee though you were sure he was just doing it out of curiosity because you told him you had something important to talk about. You weren’t even sure if you were going about this the right way. Hey Spencer, I know we’re not even friends but how would you feel about fathering my child? God, this was going to be terrible.

You looked up when you heard the tell-tale bell on the door indicating someone walking in. Spencer gave you a small wave before going to the counter to get a coffee. You took that time to nervously sip yours. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, it was now or never.

“Hey.” Spencer says, when he finally gets to the table, coffee in hand. “Why are you all the way in the corner?”

“This isn’t really a conversation I want overheard.”

Spencer tilts his head confused at that. “So what is the conversation we’re supposed to be having. I asked Garcia but she seemed to also have no idea.”

“Yea, I didn’t tell her on account of this maybe going extremely bad.” You say, before sighing and turning your laptop around so Spencer could see the Powerpoint screen you have on it. When he reads it, he chokes on his coffee.

“A Powerpoint, really?” He chokes, still coughing around the coffee. “Y/N, what is this?”

“This is Reasons Why You Should Make a Baby With me.”

“Yea, I got that from the title, Y/N.” He says, still shocked. “Is this a joke?!”

“I wish it was, Reid.”

“Can I at least ask why you thought a Powerpoint was the best way to ask?”

“Because I felt you’d be more inclined to consider it if you knew I spent time on a presentation.”

“That’s true.” He leans back, taking a sip of his coffee, gesturing for you to continue. You hit the next slide.

“Ok, reason number one is we both want kids.” You say, looking at him. “Garcia told me the other day that you were talking about how much you wanted a kid and I also want a kid.”

“I did tell Garcia that.” He muses.

“Reason two, an offspring between us would probably result in another genius. As you know, you are smart.”

“Yes.”

“And I am smarter.” You say, Spencer opens his mouth to protest but you keep talking. “A child between us could probably be the next Einstein.”

Spencer nods and you continue. “Reason three, I’d be a great mom.”

“That’s a debatable fact.”

“No, it’s not. You’ve seen me around kids, have I ever given an inclination that I wouldn’t be?” You ask, he shakes his head. “Plus, I happen to think you’d be a great father. Which brings me to Reason 4.” You say clicking through the next slide. “If you don’t want to be involved in raising that’s fine. I’m perfectly fine raising the child myself an--”

“What?! No!” Spencer says, sitting up. “If I do agree to have this baby, which I’m not completely doing yet. I want to be involved, I want them to know I’m their father and that I didn’t abandon them because I know what that’s like.” He says, seriously. You nod, already knowing this about Spencer.

“Reason 5: I’d be the perfect platonic co-parent, I won’t ask you for anything unless it’s pertaining to the child and if you decide that later down the road you want your own family, I’d be supportive and help you along the way.”

Spencer nods. “We’re never home enough for a baby.”

“That’s where you’re wrong because I’ll be here. I mainly stay here anyway and if there’s ever a case where you need a tech analyst to fly out, Garcia’s already agreed to have it already be her when I floated the baby idea around last month.”

Spencer hummed, silent for a second. “You really want a kid, huh?”

“Yes.” You say.

“So much so you’re asking me?” Spencer says, matter-of-factly. “A Coworker you barely speak to?”

Well, when he says it like that.

“Yes. I’m asking because while we don’t get along the best you are still one of the most compassionate, understanding men I know. And I know that if I have to raise this kid with somebody, you would love them just as much as I would.” You say, Spencer nods at that. “So, please?”

Spencer sighs. “When’s your next appointment? At the fertility clinic?”

You didn’t even want to ask how he knew about that. “Next tuesday.”

He nods. “I’m going with you.” He says, standing, pulling the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder. “This isn’t a yes.”

“It’s not a no, either.” You point out.

“No, it’s not.” He says, leaving you behind in the coffee shop with a huge grin on your face.

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theyarebothgunshot · 3 years

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[part 1/2]

Hi, I’ve fallen in the cockles dumpster years ago and I don’t know how to reach the surface anymore.

we can say I’m a newbie on your inbox and I just thought we could all tinhat a little bit about one of the things that sold me on cockles to be a real thing: honcon 2017.

Here’s the list of things I can’t find a platonic heterosexual explanation for:

(Funny but useless foreword, a few days before the con a fan tweeted a photo of a rainbow she saw when her flight land in honolulu and said she took it as a sign that was gonna be a gay weekend, and man she was right lol)

1- Misha flew to a hawaii on thursday just like all the other guests who were supposed to be at the con way before J2 did.

We know j2 stopped shooting the same day/the day after because on friday Jensen was spotted by a fan on a plane to honolulu even tho he was expected to be there on sunday.

while Jared preferred spending that bit of free time at home. (Gen posted a few instagram stories of jared and the kids in Texas.) Jensen went straight to misha instead.

Even tho at the previous con j2 talked about how the following weeks were going to be full of work commitments and between work and cons so close to one another they couldn’t see the families as much.

I’m not saying Jensen didn’t miss his wife and kid. He loves them and clearly meant it when he said he missed them so much. That’s why it was surprising seeing him join misha so early. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say it was a planned trip to spend time together.

2- I think it’s positive to say he was there early for Misha and only misha since that night a fan took a picture with them at an hotel bar. She posted it on instagram and said it was just the two of them, then she had to put the account on private since too many people were asking questions.

It’s strange how we only got one photo of that night tho, they’re always super nice with fans when being approached and usually after the first brave soul finds the courage to ask everyone else follow through.

Again I think they clearly wanted to be alone that night. No fans no castmates.

Maybe they were celebrating something?

3- Then the panel happened.

We all remember Jensen showing us how bad his kink for misha’s weird accents have gotten, how cheerful and at ease they were on stage.

Even I could feel the love was in the air and I live on the other side of the ocean!

welcome to the dumpster, nonnie! i love all of this a lot. i *just* got your part two and i am putting it and my reaction under the cut!!

[part 2/2]

4 - Jensen also bought matching shirts for his friends. One black shirt for him and an identical one for his bro. But misha’s was red cause he knows him well enough to notice he never wears black shirts.

I mean Jensen has a history of showing affection through gifts, (I have a few examples on my mind but no time to write it all down now)

That was a nice thing to do.

5- Least but not last

THE DINNER STORY.

I don’t care if it’s been years I’m still not over how sweet that moment was.

The question was an easy generic one, It took misha less than two minutes to answer.

But then mr. 10 years. same bar, same table. same company. grabs the microphone and procede to share with us one the sweetest memory of Misha he got.

I mean it was so unexpected. Unlike Jared and Misha he’s careful about what he think is appropriate and what’s not.

In my mind it sounded like: “Listen I know it doesn’t answer your question but I’ve just spent a good weekend with this person right here, that I clearly love and care for, and I’m feeling soft, so let me tell you about how I realized I was whipped on him since our very first date”

Again I find it curious Jensen was reminiscing about how they first got together on that particular weekend.

The same one he decided to join misha early just to be with him.

That was one of the moments I realized there’s no way this is a platonic relationship.

Ok this turned out way longer than I expected.

I clearly miss jenmish so much I can’t stop blabber about them.

I’m sorry

Polaroid anon

first of all: don’t be sorry, i truly loved this because i felt like i was seeing the panel again in my minds eye while i was reading your message.

second of all: you are absolutely right about everything except for calling misha’s shirt red. it was orange, which is misha’s favorite color, which makes it even more special that jensen got that one for him.

i also think that jensen went there early just for mish, which is just. a lot. it reminds me of another con, where jensen could have gone home already but he waited for misha who had to do something else there the next day, and then two days later they were spotted together i think at the airport.

i 100% agree that the fact that jensen shared that story about one of their first dinners is very special and rare. especially because in the past, whenever somebody wanted to hear a story from them, they both never knew what to share (probably because of lot of their stories are not suitable to share tbh) and to me it almost felt like he really thought about what he could share and what he would feel comfortable with, after all those times where he just went ‘shit idk what to say’.

and what he shared just felt so romantic? like. the look on misha’s face when jensen was talking was also so soft, he was clearly thinking back on that moment. a moment they both remembered all those years later. i mean at that point they had known each other for nearly 10 years and they still remembered that one particular night. it made an impression on both of them. it was a date. and then to top it off jensen added that he thought to himself ‘but i think i love him a little bit more too’. wow.

see, no need to apologize for talking a lot, as i clearly do the same sjfhshf.

#anonymous #honcon was absolutely insane and we do not talk about it enough #polaroid anon

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telesilla · 3 years

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I’m not feeling articulate enough to add on to this one post about corporations and Pride, but here’s the thing about being a 57 year old queer American (living in NoCal but not the Bay in the 80s). I remember when corporations started pandering to us and even at the time i had mixed feelings. Ya know why? First off, you have to understand that the queer community in the 80s had alcohol issues—so much of our culture was centered on bars and, like marginalized folks sometimes do, we had a lot of people turn to drugs and alcohol just to get by in a world that hated us and didn’t care if we died. Not to mention that the US was drinking more in general at the time, so yeah booze was already everywhere at Pride.

And into this toxic mess came....out lord and savior Absolut Vodka. And Budweiser. Was it a big deal that major corporations were suddenly acknowledging us as an unique advertising demographic? Yes. But idk...do y’all remember that whole Mad Men thing about advertising to Black folks? Like, is it progress when all the white, cishet owned companies don’t give a shit about your struggle but are happy to take your dollars? Was it progress when they looked at a community with a drinking problem and thought, “holy shit we can sell them SO MUCH BOOZE AT PRIDE Y’ALL!”

You know what meant the most to me? The truly small, local businesses that weren’t run by queers who started to put out rainbow flags during Pride. Absolut Vodka couldn’t lose any amount that mattered advertising to us, but the family owned dry cleaners up the street or the indie yarn shop downtown? Those people could have, and probably did, lose customers when they put those flags up. The fabric store in the suburbs we always went to was a national chain and while they never advertised specifically to queers, the managers at our local store always rearranged the store for Pride they way they did for Halloween. I’m sure some of their customers were upset, but the queers felt seen.

So yeah, corporate advertising at Pride and to the community in general felt significant, but not necessarily in the best way.

#pride discourse #queer stuffs #i mention my locale because it really matters #sacramento was still pretty conservative but close enough to sf #that we saw how little some of those companies #advertised here as opposed to advertising in the city #like it was fairly safe to advertise booze in the castro #but absolut didn’t put up billboards here #not to mention that my friends were #a cynical anti-establishment bunch anyway #so corporate advertisers were not our friends

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dont-offend-the-bees · 3 years

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Idk yet in my perfect spn ending whether Dean and Cas open their own roadhouse or just retreat to a quiet cabin to fix cars and keep bees, but either way they're not alone there for long.

It all starts maybe a couple years down the road in their quiet domestic life, but at some point they meet a kid- maybe Jack or Claire found them and brought them home, maybe they showed up at the bar or hitchhiking, but it's obvious they've been on the move a while; they look how Dean remembers looking, during the times when John disappeared for weeks on end, but worse bc clearly whoever their absent parent is they didn't leave even a little cash for food. And it becomes pretty clear from chatting to the kid their parents, wherever they are, didn't leave 'em anything else either- this kid either ran away or got kicked out, possibly over some disagreement, probably because of something to do with that grubby little rainbow pin stubbornly fixed to their jacket.

Cas makes up the couch as a spare bed before Dean can say a word.

That kid is the first, but not the last. Kids with nowhere to go seem to find their way to Dean and Cas, some just stick around a couple weeks or months, some are in and out over years. All of 'em have rocky relationships with the blood family, a lot of them are queer (wonder if there's any correlation hmmm), and they've all been forced to grow up a little too fast. Somewhere along the line, Cas and even Sam and Eileen help Dean build an extension on their house- they need the space, considering neither or them ever has the heart to turn away a kid in need.

Over a matter of years, without ever making the decision to have kids of their own, Dean and Cas kinda wind up with a small army of 'em- and eventually, a slightly larger army of grandkids. Dean always tries to do right by his kids, even if he still isn't the best at talking shit out, you can bet that he'll listen and do whatever he can to help. Cas is a little more expressive, if fucking weird, and a good heart to heart with him is enough to bring any troubled kid a little peace. Neither of them planned for this, but they're leaning into it and even if they make mistakes, even if it doesn't work out with every kid that crosses their path, they're trying, actively, to break the cycles of their fathers before them. Be the fathers they wished they had, make sure these kids are allowed to think and feel and be themselves in the way Cas and Dean never could, make sure they get breaks from carrying adult-sized responsibilities on their shoulders.

Family fishing trips are a mess, too many people, a whole mess of ages, too much noise scaring off all the fish, but no one seems to care too much, all having too much fun. Dean wears the atrocious aprons his kids bring him as souvenirs when he mans the grill, Cas somehow always ends up with a baby or two in his arms and has a shelf in the house covered with tacky gifts from their wayward youths- figurines, key chains, mugs, usually angel or bee themed. It's a chaotic little life, more than Dean planned for when he decided to settle down with Cas away from the hunting life, but he wouldn't trade it in for anything. He's saved a lot of people in his life, they both have, but to help people and then get to watch them grow, watch them have the lives he always wanted for himself and Sammy; no feeling like it in the world.

#Spn #Supernatural #Destiel #dean winchester #Castiel #Don't touch me I'm having soft domestic dad feelings #I'm not usually a big one for kid fic but #Queer Foster dads Dean and Cas #What a concept #mr. bees speaks

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