#Hey it's not spooky season yet! What the heck!

[sysig]

If your eye causes you to [fear], pluck it out (P1 | P2 | P3 | B) (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #NEJ #Captain Sterling #Blood #Body horror #(I'll put the spoilers further down in the tags so if you'd rather wait to read all the way through first just ignore these for now) #Hey it's not spooky season yet! What the heck! #NEJ got me bad I super didn't expect it but thinking about his scopophobia exploded my brain #I don't know why! It's not like I forgot! Details just fuzzy enough to feel like novelty again I guess lol ♪ I'll take it #It was a fun concept to play in :D I guess I've never really thought about it but I do actually enjoy eye horror? :0 #I have for a while when I look back at it I just never put the name to it haha #Poor Sterling haha he's only had a few sets to himself and then I do this to time - well he seems fine! Lol #Well maybe not Completely fine there's something weird about him hmm ♪ #[Spoilers starting] I know Sterling hasn't had a lot of screentime so far but I can tell you this isn't how he'd normally talk #He /is/ still a human Captain so take from that what you will - he has some of his own mannerisms - at least enough to be recognizable #But there's something Not Quite Right about him besides the obvious lol #No he hasn't been possessed but he is Something of a puppet at the moment :3 How we appear to others through their own lense and all that #This is NEJ's interpretation of Sterling through his VUX frame hehe - probably not difficult to guess but NEJ isn't having a fun time of it #How might his fears manifest inside his mind? /And/ the opportunity for horror and blood? How could I resist? #[/Spoilers] #I really am quite pleased with how it turned out :D I initially intended for it to be a Scratch comic but then it kept turning out pretty! #I especially like the panel of Sterling leaning towards him and NEJ leaning away with his head tendrils up ah <3 #His expression is intentionally hidden but you can still tell what he's feeling! Large and fearful! ♥ #I also rather like Sterling's first panel of his eyes missing I think the toning came out particularly nice there :) #The guilt of putting my lads through Things is always outweighed by how fun it is to do so haha

[livlane02]

Fanfic: The Witching Hour

It was the same dream, the old terracotta bricks seemingly surrounding me in a complete circle. Natural light streamed brightly from the dome above, it had to be high noon, and a church bell was ringing in the distance. There was a presence lurking in the shadows, just out of the sun's reach. It was a creature and an ancient one at that. A vampire’s gaze was a weighty thing, oppressive, and dangerous.

With a gasp I woke to a gentle knocking on my door, I rolled over to see the dull light of daybreak. The face of the vampire eluded me yet again, as it had for the past six months. Bella, my roommate peeked her messy bedhead into my room.

“Andria are you up?”

“Yes,” my answer was muffled behind my hands as I rubbed my face.

When she moved in half a year ago, I noticed Bella’s lack of sleep and suggested doing nightly yoga. Which I had somehow turned into morning walks through the neighborhood. But, hey at least it was good for us. I went through my ablutions and sluggishly dressed for going out. I found Bella already waiting for me by the front door. Without a word, we slipped out and began our journey into the cool foggy morning. As always it took about two blocks for us to wake up enough to carry on a conversation.

“We should decorate for Halloween,” I stated noticing quite a few homes already getting into spooky season. It had always been a favorite of mine, just the irony of it all.

“It’s September…” She shot me an incredulous grin.

“I suppose we can wait until after Mabon to decorate.” I had my eyes glued onto this huge blow-up black cat with glowing eyes to even notice my slip-up.

“Mabon? What the heck is that?”

Damn. I could hear my dad’s voice just as clear as day, cautioning me about living with a mortal. I thought about lying, but Bella had become my best friend and rather odd herself. She held secrets, and at times the energy would become so strong my ears would ring. The only one I know for certain is that she had encountered a vampire due to the bite on her wrist. Maybe I could just tell her, of course leaving out a few key points. After all, in this day and age being a ‘witch’ didn’t immediately equal death.

“It’s a pagan holiday; it’s like our thanksgiving. Although it's celebrated from the twenty-first through the twenty-ninth.”

“Oh,” Bella almost tripped over her own feet, I reached out a steadying hand.

“Yeah it’s not something I advertise, but I grew up in a pagan household.” I jumped when she suddenly started laughing, well this was unexpected. Bella must have noticed my wondering look and she wiped her eyes which had begun to tear up with her mirth. “I’m sorry, Andria, I’m not laughing at you! Oh, I really should have known…So you’re Wiccan?”

“Yep,” I pop the last letter of the word. It was more than that, but I was rolling with it. Just as she wasn’t elaborating on the true meaning of her words either. “I’m glad you’re taking this so well, I was worried it would bother you.”

Bella scoffed and we began our walk again, “I’m sure there are stranger things out there than you being a witch.”

I merely hummed in response and linked our elbows together. Pieces of that shifty dream flashed in my mind, I could see it all as accurately as Bella beside me. Strange indeed…

September 22nd (The Autumn Equinox)

Going through protective wards is about as pleasant as peeing on an electric fence. The magic of whoever enforced them racked down your psyche, the more powerful the caster the worse it is. Any human who happened to stumble upon my great grandmother’s secluded home outside of Baton Rouge would suddenly find themselves going in the opposite direction… An uninvited caster’s mind would turn on them before they ever reached the house, their energy drained.

The old house was as it had always been. The light green weathered paint chipped as were the white shutters. Vibrant ferns still hung from the front porch, and Grandmother Geneva’s angel trumpets were still in bloom. I parked my jeep under the shade tree along the side of the house, before meandering my way to the backyard.

Geneva Wildes was a caster of the earth and was more at home with her hands in the soil. I stood for a long moment watching her work diligently in her garden. The big straw hat shielding her from the heat of the day, covered her still vibrant red hair. No gloves adorned her hands as she softly sang the tune My Bonnie. I felt like a ten-year-old again watching her, enjoying her melodic voice envious of her ease with the plants. They always died on me…

“She looks like an angel.” My Grand Dad Henrik’s deep voice startled me, he had always been a little too light on his feet. He leaned against the trunk of a nearby oak. The silver strands of hair mixed in with the dark seemed to glisten in the afternoon sun. “You would never know she had the temperament of a rattlesnake.”

“You love it,” I snorted quietly so as not to disturb her work. Although I would bet money she knew we were there. She had always been a blunt and no-nonsense kind of woman, whom I had always admired.

“That I do,” he readily agreed with a mischievous grin as he tilted his head back toward the front of the house in a gesture for me to follow him. “Without her combative nature to keep my mind sharp, these last one hundred and fifty years would have been mighty boring.”

“I imagine so.” I smiled while trying to push down the rolling in my stomach. I didn’t think Granddad would be here, I thought he would be with my father in New Orleans. But I suppose since stepping down from his seat on the Gathering he is no longer needed.

He eased himself down into the front steps with a deep sigh before his summer blue eyes met my own of the same hand-me-down color. I knew I had been caught. “Alexandria, have you been dreaming again?” My brain worked rapidly trying to think of a way to twist the truth. There was no way I could lie to such a strong castor, he would know immediately. But bringing up vampires would only send Granddad running right to my father. “I feel your distress, it calls out to me surely as if it were my own.”

“I have,” I admitted with a deep sigh. “However everything is… shadowed nothing is truly clear.”

“Well,” Granddad wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders, drawing me into his side, and leading me into the house. “Tonight would be the best night to seek out the uncertain all of our power will be surging.”

I smiled even as the knot in my stomach became tighter. That was exactly what I was afraid of…..

#twilight #aro volturi #my ocs #bella swan #fanfiction #fanfic #witchywoman

[liopleurodean]

Season 10, Episode 23: Brother's Keeper

For Dean.

Called it

Oh, now you think of it!

Hey! Keep that line of thought!

Oh, Sam...

He needs saving

What is he doing?

Dean...

You absolute liar

Is he hunting?

Dean. That's not gonna fly

Dean's net the whore of Babylon

He needs to stop

There's Rudy

Kinky

Dean, someone needs to keep you in check

I cannot watch this. I can't. He's acting like a douche and I can't do it

Awesome

Hah! Not likely

The Mark did

Yeah...

Only 5?

Is it?

Don't bother with sympathy

What is there to negotiate?

Just the codex might be okay. Not the book, though

Probably

This is horrible

Dean.

I'm gonna kill him

I can't believe it worked

Spooky

There's the lead

Of course

The fruit?

There's a lot of forbidden items

Maybe.

Crowley!

Mm, I doubt that

He's probably long dead

Back to Nebraska!

Where did Rudy come from, anyway? We never knew he existed and suddenly he's the go-to when the boys need someone to call

Yeah, that's an understatement

Okay then

That's a dumpy place

Rip those vampires

Uh huh. That'll happen

Dean...

What the heck?

He just got Rudy killed!

Dean...

Dean is not okay

That poor girl

I think he can

Sam...

Cas, apparently

Cas wasn't involved with that

And what's your way, Crowley?

Do you need him on his knees?

Yeah

Poof

Baby!

Did he ditch Baby???

Oh, Dean...

Of course he'd leave her with someone else, he wouldn't just let her rust

What's he doing?

Oh. He's got the right idea

There's the offering

Ooh, I want to try

Oh, Dean...

Heck yeah

Hah! You don't even know

He's older than God. He could do it

Why not?

Conservation of energy

There was Darkness

Who gave it to Cain

Wait, so it wasn't even Lucifer's fault?

And he would never do that

That's the one he'll pick

Dean...

Not yet, Dean

What the heck?

He's related to Oskar?

Ohhh I remember that

Wow. I did not expect that

Man, he didn't even take a classic car

What does it look like?

But that won't work

What?

Not exactly

Come on, Sam

So they have to take the Winchesters at the same time

Death has a vendetta

It really isn't. Dean wouldn't trade Sam for anything

Yikes

Interesting

It wasn't your fault, Crowley

Crowley...

Keep lying to yourself

Hello, Oskar

Dolly Zoom

I don't believe that

Dean...

I miss season 1

Dean, no!

That wasn't you, Dean!

Dean...

Sam's got a point

The fact that you care makes you better than you believe

Yeah, he deserved that

Oh no

She did love him

Sam won't win this fight

Dean, stop!

Sam...

You're a good man, Dean Winchester. Something something you do everything for love

Oh, Sam...

Wasn't Cain the one who said that this was how it would end? That Cain's story started with him killing his brother, and that's how Dean's story would end?

He can't do it

Aw, the pictures!

The most important thing to Dean is his family

Dean...

Always

What did he think that would do?

What happens now?

Oh, Rowena

She did it

Surprisingly

You think?

It's started

It worked!

It doesn't surprise me

Oh, not again!

Like a dog

You have no idea

Baby!

There it is!

Get in the car.

Get in the car, now!

Get in the car!

You've got to be joking

Come on, Baby

There's nothing they can do now

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 10 episode 23 #brothers keeper #brother's keeper

[epickiya722]

30k words and im not even at the entrance exam yet does this bode well for me YES it does not. listen there was just so much to WRITE about like no one can possibly understand me i am CHANGING things i am using my ability to do Whatever the heck i want in My writing to LOSE MY MARBLES do you understand.... can you comprehend the euphoria of realizing you CAN and WILL actually be a Little quirked up white boy goated with the sauce and maybe quite possibly bust it down sexual style. like somewhere along the line i realized hey i dont have to stick to the plot. and then i just became exponentially worse <- has to leave for class in an hour. LISTEN just listen shakes you back and forth. the day i post this fic is the day i become insanely powerful. its got like. the same PREMISE that ive wanted to be written in SUCH a specific way and HAS been written before (probably several times) but just Not exactly the way i want it to (or maybe it has and ive just never seen it) anyway so i decided fine. ill do it myself. and became insane. like. im insane im excited im quite possibly abnormal Will this affect my grades NO will it affect my sleep schedule NO will this consume every waking moment of peace not spent being productive otherwise in my life? absolutely next question i should be put down Can anyone hear me

And I'm definitely listening! Actually, I feel exactly how you feel!

I'm writing this story right now and oh my gosh, I want to ramble about it but at the same time don't know what really to say!

I plan on posting it in October for Halloween. Yeah, it's for Spooky season.

The premise of the story is that I take my characters, Jayce and River (I love them, my sunshines, my boys, I adore them, they're so cute) and place them into this slasher kind of plot.

I don't want to spill too much. I decided to do this as an challenge since I'm used to writing them in a romantic slice-of-life story and why not?

I also want to get back into writing more original stories.

I'm just really excited about this particular. So excited that I went ahead and wrote a scene for it that turned into the finale of the story! 😆

#kiya answers #kiya writes #jayce and river #jayce & river

[totally-original-artist]

Reflection

Day 20: Reflection

Warnings: none (just lil spooky)

Characters: Mammon

Summary: Mammon screws up, except this time it’s permanent

Word Count: 666

“Be careful with that, Mammon.” Lucifer crossed his hands, already knowing this was not going to end well.

“Yea, yea, I got it! The mirror’s in safe hands!” Mammon held the full length mirror under one arm and gave a thumbs up with the other. “You don’t gotta worry Lucifer! I’ll get rid of it in a jiffy.” With a curt nod, Lucifer takes his leave, leaving the second born alone with the cursed mirror. Satan Someone had sent it to him, probably as a prank, but the curse was quite the dangerous one. One that goes for anyone regardless of magical capabilities. Even Lucifer could sense that a curse of this level could endanger one of his brother’s lives, including his own.

Mammon recalls his older brother’s words. ‘Make sure you aren’t fully facing it with your whole body, always, always, keep a part of yourself outside the mirror. I’m uncertain what it could lead to but I know it’s not good news.’ He wanted to get rid of it himself but Mammon had begged him to have it, so he could sell it and make a fortune. A powerful curse like this could sell for millions!!

He places it on the floor, standing back up he examines the mirror. Instead of what a typical mirror might do, this one showed his world in inverted colors. The demon stared at it in awe before a realization clicks. Where the heck am I? It seemed to him that only his ceiling and the lights were being shown, no sign of an inverted Mammon anywhere.

“Hello…?” He calls out, feeling a little stupid talking to himself, but then he catches movement around the corners of the mirror and he sees himself. “Hey! I see ya!”

“Yo! Didn’t think I’d meet you so soon!” The other him peered back. It felt strange having his reflection talk to him but he’d seen stranger things before. Mammon taps the mirror and the other him eyes him up and down mockingly.

“Quit lookin’ at me like that!” He sneered back. “Are ya stuck or something?”

“Sorta, yea.” He spoke back. “If you can kneel on the mirror with both hands on it, it’d help me a lot.” Mammon smirks at his reflection.

“Ha! Not falling for that! Lucifer already warned me about the curse.”

“Yer gonna trust Lucifer over yourself? I’m you, ya know?” Bringing one hand to the mirror, the other him presses his palm against the surface. “Besides, if you do this, there’ll be two of you. How’s that sound?” His reflection looks smug, but Mammon wouldn’t falter.

“Ehh, one of me is enough. I’m The Great Mammon after all, not one of the great Mammons.” He retorts. His reflection unfortunately hasn’t given up yet.

“But think of everything you could do with a doppelgänger.” He places both palms against the mirror now “You don’t need ta go to school half the time.” Slowly, Mammon brought one hand to mirror his reflection. “Do only half the chores.” He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking hard. “We could even put on a little show! Think of all the possibilities! Everything we could do! Together!” He hesitantly lifts his other hand. “Think of all the grimm we could make! With the two of us our profits will double!” Fully convinced, Mammon places both hands to his inverted self.

“Ya better not be-” Before he could finish his sentence, he feels fingers intertwine with his own and he’s pulled into the mirror. Adrenaline rushes through his body as he adjusts to the new inverted world, he feels his heart race, already dreading what Lucifer would say about this, but fortunately (or unfortunately) he wouldn’t have to worry about it. Looking back into the mirror he comes face to face with him. The other him who now looked like he used to. His reflection chuckles and places one foot on the surface.

“Don’t worry, The Great Mammon’s got everything under control.” and the mirror shatters.

Note: Spooky season may be over the the true spook lives in our hearts >:)

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me fanfic #obeyme #omswd mammon #mammon #spooky #December Flashfic

[carnationcreation]

Can you do a Reggie x reader where the reader is Luke little sister and also in the band who been dating Reggie before they died behind her brother back . And now that they ghost Reggie out them which makes Luke and her fight . Then Luke doesn’t speak to her for awhile only to see how much the reader and reggie really love each other he apologizes then.

TITLE:  Secrets (JATP Reggie x reader)

(Reggie x reader, Luke x sister!reader)

✌🏻Masterlist Taglist, Requests, and Works in progress!

Request: yes!

Prompt/summary:  Reader and Reggie were dating in 1995, what happens when her brother finds out in 2020?

Word Count: 1,295

Authors note: special thanks to my proofreaders, @dr-rigatoni 

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It had been two years of them dating in 1995 and Luke still hadn’t noticed. 

Even after 25 years of them being dead, he still hadn’t noticed. (Y/n) counted that as an accomplishment. Her boyfriend Reggie did not like sneaking around, hiding their relationship from her brother, but the girl insisted, knowing what the consequences might be if they were caught. 

“Why can’t we just tell him?”

“Reggie, I don’t want to come between you guys. You’re best friends; you’re my best friends. I don’t want to be the reason the band fights. We just need to be patient.”

After Julie got them back to the real world it was a hard adjustment. Apparently, 90’s fashion is considered cringey now. Luckily she could stay behind the scenes, helping write songs and edit videos. 

“For a 42-year-old girl you sure can edit videos really well,” Julie laughed.

“This is amazing! If I had had this back in high school I would’ve been the most popular kid in school.” 

“So,” Julie said flopping down on the bed, “what are you going to do about Reggie and Luke?”

(Y/) sighed, “I don’t know. I should tell him soon but there’s never a good time.”

“The longer you wait the angrier he’s going to be when he finds out.”

“I know,” (Y/n) put her head in her hands.

“You’ll figure it out, I know you can,” Julie said, ruffling (Y/n)’s hair as she walked away.

At least now when Reggie and (Y/n) snuck out it was easier yet harder at the same time. On one hand, they could teleport to anywhere they knew, on the other hand, so could Luke. They had to choose places he wouldn’t think to look and come up with game plans for if he accidentally showed up somewhere. 

“Reggie,” (Y/n) giggled, “We have to go soon, the bands probably waiting on us.”

Reggie smiled as he placed a few more kisses on the girl’s face before grabbing her hand and teleporting back outside of the garage.

“Where have you two been?” Alex said, bringing Luke and Julie’s attention to the late band members walking through the door.

“Uhhh-”

(Y/n) spoke for him, “We went down to the boulevard to hang up flyers for this weekend's show. Like Julie asked me to.”

Julie’s eyebrows furrowed before she saw the mock flyers in the girl’s hand and decided to let it go.

“You two went alone?” Luke asked suspiciously.

“Yeah…” (Y/n) said quietly. Panic quickly rose in her mind as she tried to find another way out of this, “I- didn’t want to go alone! So Reggie offered to help me.”

She nudged the boy’s elbow telling him it was his turn, “Yeah! I mean, I just didn’t want her to be alone and have something happen.”

Luke seemed to accept that answer, “Next time I can go with you (Y/n).”

(Y/n) smiled before giving Reggie’s arm a squeeze and sitting down on the couch to watch practice.

A few days later the couple found themselves in a rather troubling situation.

Band practice had been going as normal for the most part. (Y/n), Julie, and Luke had all been working tirelessly on this new song and everyone was very happy with it.

(Y/n) leaned over to continue on a new verse, her hair fell down in her face and Reggie pushed it back behind her ear without a second thought.

 The action didn’t go unnoticed by Luke.

“So,” he said, placing his guitar on the stand and leaning back in his chair, “When were you two gonna tell me?”

(Y/n) looked over at Reggie confused.

“What do you mean man?”

“I mean when were you going to tell me you had a thing for my little sister?”

Reggie's face went pale and (Y/n) started to blush.

Reggie finally spoke up, “Dude, why would you think that?”

“It all makes sense now, why you guys are always missing and come back together, why (Y/n) always saves a spot next to her for you at dinner, why you always look for her first in the crowd. I thought it was because you were best friends. Why would you go behind my back like this?”

Julie tried to step in, “Luke they-”

“Stop it,” he snapped, “I really don’t want to hear it.”

Luke stood up and disappeared from the room leaving a distraught (Y/n) and shocked Julie.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Following that incident, Luke refused to talk to Reggie or (Y/n). Most days (Y/n) had to excuse herself from practice to go and hide her tears in the bathroom of the garage. Reggie always came to check on her after practice.

When Julie walked in on Reggie holding a sobbing (Y/n) she finally snapped back.

“What did you say to her?” she said as she stormed back into the garage.

Luke looked up confused, “Who?”

“(Y/n)! She’s outside sobbing and I want to know what the heck you said to my best friend.”

“I just said I didn’t want to talk to someone who keeps secrets.”

Julie rolled her eyes, “So you’re just going to ignore the fact that you go to your parents’ house without telling her?”

“That’s different,” he scoffed as he put his guitar back into its stand.

“How is it any different?” Julie threw her hands up, “Your sister is out there heartbroken because what she did to try and protect the band is blowing up in her face. She only hid it from you because she didn’t want it to affect how you see Reggie! Luke, if you don’t fix this now I’m not coming to the next performance.”

Luke gawked as Julie turned on her heel and walked out.

When Luke finally came to his senses he left the garage in search of his sister. He found her in the driveway, being held by Reggie as tears ran down her face.

“Hey,” he said, Reggie looked up with a frown on his face, “Can I talk to (Y/n) for a minute?”

(Y/n) wiped the tears away with the back of her hand and nodded at her concerned boyfriend. Reggie gave her a kiss on the forehead as he left.

“(Y/n)...”

She sniffled and held back more tears, “Luke if you don’t want me around just say it. I won’t show up to practices anymore and-”

“That’s not what I want you to do.”

“Then what?” she looked up at him and his heart broke.

 Standing in front of him was his little sister, the little sister he hurt by his own words. 

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry. I acted so stupid. I promise I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I just don’t want you to be hurt by anyone.”

(Y/n) wiped her tears away, “You think Reggie would hurt me?”

“No! No. I just… I don’t want to have to beat up any boy for hurting you. I guess... if anyone’s going to be a good choice for you it would be him. I promise I won’t bother you guys about it anymore,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“Promise?”

Luke nodded and wiped away his sister’s tears with his thumb. (Y/n) pulled him into a tight hug.

“Band practice is canceled!” Julie yelled.

(Y/n) turned to Luke and smiled.

“Go, you guys can go,” Luke said.

(Y/n) stood on her toes to kiss her brother on the cheek. Reggie walked down the steps, catching his girlfriend as she jumped into his arms. Both of them giggling.

Julie walked up to Luke, “You did good.”

“I hope so,” Luke sighed, “Cause it’d be a shame if I had to punch my best friend.”

Julie laughed, “They’ll be fine.”

Luke and Julie smiled as they watched the two run off hand in hand.

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[nathalie-sancoeur-assistant]

Loveater

Here’s my analysis on Loveater, spoilers are below- and there may be some Miracle Queen ones as well.

“Experiencing loss is a part of life. Some people lose their first love. Some lose the harmony of their relationship. Some people lose hope. Others lose patience. While others lose their soul. Some lose their certainties...and some have nothing to lose”

Let’s look at this intro sequence, shall we? 

I believe each and every one of those lines have meaning and foreshadowing in them for each character they were about. 

My evidence:

“Some people lose their first love” it shows Master Fu staring longingly at Marianne. And in the very next episode ( MQ spoilers) even though he’s lost his memories, he’s finally able to be with the woman he loves. 

In this very episode, the loss of harmony between Andre and Audrey’s relationship is what starts off the whole plan Hawkmoth has in store for the next 2 episodes. 

Some lose hope- Chloe, losing hope in Ladybug that she will ever have her miraculous again. And that loss of hope is what fuels her to (MQ spoilers) follow along with Hawkmoth.

So what are we left with that didn’t quite have any resolution in this episode? 

Chat Noir, losing patience. 

Nathalie, losing her soul. 

Gabriel, losing his certainties. 

And Luka, having nothing to lose. 

Before I go on, I would like to point out that the only time we have heard of someone having “nothing to lose” was in Heroes Day, when Hawkmoth claimed HE had nothing to lose....and yet, if he had nothing to lose, he wouldn’t be losing his certainties. So how does Luka have nothing to lose, pray tell? Moving on- these are the 4 unresolved lines of this episode, and I can’t help but feel as if there’s going to be more at play to them later on. 

Chat has been basically waiting for Ladybug to fall in love with him this whole time. If he’s losing patience, that may very well cue his attempt to move on through season 4. 

Nathalie, losing her soul- Nathalie Sancoeur. Nathalie “Heartless”.Soulless? And directly after it’s said, she begins coughing, because she’s still sick. This could be implying a couple things. 

1.) Nathalie’s body isn’t the only thing being effected by the miraculous. Her lifeforce and very soul are being effected and potentially drained. 

2.) By soul, they’re referring to how she’s willing to give up anything for this family. How she’s essentially allowed herself to become their servant, willing to do whatever they ask of her and essentially, giving up her soul for them. 

And if it’s the first then we know that Emilie isn’t just comatose or dead. She’s practically soulless. 

No matter how you take it, it means that she has been willing to give up her very soul for Gabriel and his family. 

Gabriel, losing his certainties- when she says this, we get this scene. 

So this I feel kind of obviously implies that Gabriel’s certainty on both what he thinks is right and what he wants is wavering. And if he’s losing his certainty, his determination is going to waver...which means he might start occasionally skipping over potential akumas for Nathalie’s sake.

Now of course (MQ spoilers) by the end the peacock miraculous is already fixed, giving him less reason to doubt his intentions and actions, but what about what he wants? This is the episode after Felix chronologically if I remember correctly, so this is directly after Adrien told Gabriel that Nathalie was practically part of the family. And we see how intimate things get between them throughout these two episodes. He may have no reason to back down anymore, so it would be interesting to see him still doubting himself. 

And lastly, Luka...honestly, this is likely a really big stretch...but the only other person who’s been implied to have nothing to lose (despite having a son who needs him, a woman who loves him, and a business that can’t run without him) was Hawkmoth. And now we have Luka, someone with a sister who needs him, a mother who loves him, a girl who needs his support that he cares very much for and a bright future ahead of him, being implied to have nothing to lose. As soon as I heard that, my thoughts went to the new Hawkmoth actually being Luka. Which...I have no clue how they would do that. But...he’s the person no one would suspect. He’d be practically safe from suspicion until some solid evidence came into play and even then folks would doubt. It would be the biggest plot twist MLB could pull, I’ll tell you that. 

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I don’t ship Lukanette, but this is very cute.

And this...oh my gosh, Gabriel in this scene. He just seems so happy to present this love cloak to Audrey and Andre. It’s one of the happiest sounding voices I can recall him using and it’s because he did this on purpose, he know’s exactly what’s going to happen. He’s just waiting for it to unfold. And you have to admit it’s pretty funny. Especially when you realize that...he did it on purpose. (and he made it a cloak because he wanted to akumatize both of them.)

They both know what’s up.

And you know what, I actually like it quite well, but Audrey is right...it doesn’t look good on Andre. 

“A symbol of eternal love...”

Sooo if someone were to order that in a dress form for themselves....would it symbolize their self-love too? 

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Adrien: Can we help you? *puts hands together* please?

Pure. 

“The secret to a long lasting marriage is-” “Distance!” 

Nathalie:

That smirk.

Even if no one dates each other in the Kagami/Adrien/Marinette/Luka square, they have a very wholesome friendship deserving of recognition. 

Scooby dooby doo, where are you, we’ve got some work for you now 

This was a shout-out to the cliche of all older cartoons when folks are sneaking around, wasn’t it?

She’s still the one out here on the field doing the dirty work. 

Pure. Nothing to see here, just two broken rich kids finally having a chance to enjoy themselves with their good friend Marinette. I love their friendship.

My resting face.

She really is quite pretty with her hair down. 

Gotta go fast

She pressed one button and spoke to Hawkmoth. She has Hawkmoth on speed dial.

I ship lovesquare but the more we get of Lukanette and Adrigami the more I appreciate it. And the more Luka grows on me. I don’t ship it, but I’m not mad at it at all. 

I love the Mari-vision. Its like watching a lightbulb go off in her head.

Also! I love how Heart Hunter/Loveater doesn’t just target romantic love. I mean, sure romantic love is cool and all but they were even able to recognize the love and bond between an owner and their pet. Self-love counts. I’m honestly really disappointed they didn’t get a chance to corner Nathalie, though...not that I want Nathalie in harms way, but I would have loved to hear them say something like “This one is just absolutely filled with love.” “Yes, unrequited...” “Love for a family that can never be her own. What a shame...” and right before she gets devoured, Chat Noir dives down and gives her a chance to get away. 

I have nothing to say about this, I just wanted to include it. 

They still look like night and day even without ones transformation.

“I dont believe in those kids of myths...but I do believe in ice cream” I agree.

“I wish I didn’t have to involve you in this”

Poor thing- I love this scene though. As soon as we see them together it starts with him reaching for her- seeing them out in public, in the daylight, interacting like that, it’s quite pleasing. 

Does he even realize how close her is to her?

And when you zoom further out, he’s got a hand resting on her shoulder...

It’s quite beautiful. 

An awkward screenshot, but I love this running sequence. “Bye bye little bird”, love it.

And...she fell right into their trap. They knew they’d never be able to find the guardian if she managed to detransform and be her civilian self- they were rushing and confusing her so she’d forget to detransform.

“My dear guardian” Okay so what does Hawkmoth have a thing for Master Fu now? 

“My dear Pigeon” 

“My dear Mayura”

“My dear Guardian”

It’s like with me and calling everyone “Hon(ey)”. And I have to admit, the first time seeing this- 

It was quite terrifying. Because I couldn’t help but imagine/compare it to looking up and suddenly seeing something like SCP-096 looming over you, or slenderman or you know just...something really chilling. Looking up and seeing someone or something with the capabilities of ruining and uprooting your life, when you’ve been trying so hard to avoid them all this time. It’d be spooky.

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The conversation they had here was kinda heartbreaking. 

“There’s only one person I don’t want to hurt- Marinette. She’s the only other friend I have.” and yet “I can’t give him up, even for the sake of friendship”

Maybe I find it heartbreaking because I value friendship over romantic feelings. If I found out a friend had feelings for a guy I also liked, unless that guy approached me first, it’d be given up for the sake of my friend. And even if the guy approached me first, it’d still be a complicated process for me to be willing to accept. I’m so used to hearing about Friends > everyone else that I forget that there are people who don’t have those same values. 

Aw yeah, Master Fu finally out to kick some shell.

And the fact that Hawkmoth assumes that old people have the same time limit that children do, goes to show that hey, he still doesn’t know everything about the miraculous. He still has a lot to learn. 

Oh gosh I love going through and pausing this show frame by frame because then I get gems like this

I can’t stop giggling at this omgosh

“You talk a lot but you haven’t achieved much so far” Master Fu’s really out here to roast Hawkmoth. 

Maymoth are a power couple.

Okay so....I love this? It’s actually really clever if he’s looking for more allies. I like the way he went about it here. Offering her something she desperately wants and can boost her power...and in return she fight by his side. And targeting her once all her hope is down the drain, when her doubts are at their highest...yes, yes, it’s twisted as heck but I like how you can see the thought he put into this. He’s even willing to go so far as to call her “My queen” just to further erase all doubts she might have and cement the idea that if she follows through and does as he asks she can have everything she wants.

ngl this gave me strong Sebastian Michaelis vibes (a demon off the show Black Butler). 

And I like how they were sure to incude the detail of the akuma not only just flying out of the cloak but also lsing the energy it had been infused with.

And Marinette’s emotional breakdown...

Finally, we get to see some of the effect that owning the miraculous and having to constantly hold back her negative emotions has had. It can’t be easy, having to constantly lie to people you love and trust, not being able to show them a side of yourself that really is a part of who you are. Never being allowed to feel overwhelmingly sad, or mad, for fear of destroying your home and family with no one to stop it. And on top of it, feeling as if you have to give up on the person you love because, they love someone else, and someone else loves them more than they love you. Feeling as if Adrien can’t be trusted for fear of spreading her deepest secret, as if Kagami doesn’t care about her as much as she may have hoped, and she ends up rambling about something tht Luka can’t begin to understand unless he knows her secret. 

And Luka, “You can tell me everything, or nothing if you prefer” that is so important, Luka has officially gained my utmost respect. His personality, values and mindset are starting to really come out and I respect it. He knows that sometimes people just can’t talk about something right then and there, that sometimes they’re just not ready, and that it’s okay. I like how they used that to showcase part of Luka and it’s really important for kids to learn that too. 

#loveater #loveater spoilers #battle of the miraculous #ml spoilers #mlb spoilers #finale spoilers #marinette #marinette dupain cheng #nathalie #nathalie sancoeur #gabriel #gabriel agreste #maymoth #gabenath #loveater analysis #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #chloe #chloe bourgeois #mayura #hawkmoth #kagami #Kagami Tsurugi #luka #luka couffaine #miracle queen #miracle queen spoilers

[letterstothemidnightsociety]

Here we are at the end of October, in the Year of Our Troubles, 2020. And here I am, continuing my journey to avoid reality by looking for meaning in nostalgia and TV Hunks. It’s Supernatural!

Alright so we’ve made it to my (possibly/probably) all time favorite quartet of the entire series - Disc 3, Season 1, episodes 9 - 12. For the last few discs, I’ve been keeping things pretty technical in terms of television production and broadcast. But frankly, this sh*t is my jam. All that gooey emotion, all that sweet sweet lore, throw in some man tears and *chef kissy fingers* c'est magnifique! 

Now I’ll backtrack for a hot second here to talk about the filler vs. self-contained argument that I...probably jumbled in my last post. In shows like this, I tend to use “filler” to describe every episode that isn’t arc, but honestly, that’s not fair to a number of Supernatural episodes. The main difference being, is this episode meant to pad out your season or is it simply an episode that can stand on its own two feet? I’d say that’s the case for this entire disc.

First up, it’s Home. Guys, I think I cheered when I turned this episode on. We take our Winchesters, give them some small victories, build up their confidence, and then totally break them down again by sending them back to the beginning. This is not listed as the “official” return to the arc episodes, but I’d argue that Home is where we see a return to the Main Quest. Oh yeah, and Sam finally admits that he can see...what? What do we call these? Death Omens? I think Sam calls them premonitions? Either way, it’s…*shrugs* sure, do what you want. The premonitions do become important later and they’re basically the catalyst for the whole second season and that resolution takes us into the main conflict for the third season, and so on and so on, it’s a whole thing. It just seems like a hecking lot this go around, ok? But he finally admits it to Dean and that’s probably some kind of growth. Dean going back into that house again is also some kind of growth. Of course, he was like, 4 when he swore he’d never go back to that house again? Whatever, I didn’t care. I get too distracted by the fact that DEAN IS CRYING GUYS! LOOK! HE’S CRYING!!

Oh, and one more tie to the season arc - Hecking John Winchester shows up. I mean, he’s all over the episode and I think the most shocking thing we find out about him is that he was, at one point, a business owner?? But also it ends with conclusive proof that John Winchester is a massive dick who refuses to talk to his children. And I’m sorry, I don’t buy your “have to finish it first” excuse, I just don’t. To be clear, I’m not mad at the storytelling choice to do that, I’m mad at the character, which I guess is where it should be. 

I like that this episode builds out more of the world that the Winchesters live in with Missouri Mosely (Not the State!). I like that we see they’re not alone in this very literal fight against evil. She checks back in later in the series and honestly, I love Loretta Devine so I would have watched a whole spinoff show about this character. 

Two things I don’t like about this episode? #1 What genius decided that Mary’s ghost would just be on fire for 20 years? Like, cuz that’s what I am understanding about this ghost. That she is just constantly on fire. And that’s...unkind. 

Mary, who did this to you??

#2 Only a man could have written this episode because no single mom is just gonna LET two rando dudes into her home. 

Listen boys, you’re cute, but I’m a woman with two small children. Hell no you’re not coming into my house. 

Next up is Asylum and this is so good at walking the line between creepy and Spooky. UNlike the Bloody Mary episode, I do not need to hide my face from the screen at any point during this episode. 

Hey look, it’s like they’re brothers or something!

This one is another episode that does a good job building character and the world the Winchesters live in. Like any good procedural, it uses the main conflict to bring out the more important conflict. In this case, it literally brings it out, cuz the ghost is a psychiatrist who makes Same confront all his Daddy Issues. And by confront we mean, take it out on his brother who is the saddest-motherf*cker-I’ve-ever-seen BUT HEY! Salting and burning a body finally works for once in their lives! I love all the cringing that Jensen Ackles does in that scene because they clearly hadn’t figured out what that effect was supposed to look like yet. 

It must have been a real surprise to find out the ghost didn’t light on fire.

Oh and then there’s the phone call! And man, this must have been a bitch of a mid-season finale, cuz this episode aired in November of 2005 and the next episode doesn’t come back until January of 2006 and so you’re just WAITING to hear what John has to say. 

Now wait for two months to find out what he says. 

And of course, it’s nothing. We come back in January to Scarecrow and John has nothing to say cuz he’s a massive dick. Just calling 6 months in to your nationwide search for me to let you know that I’m not dead, but also, I’m only here to send you on another assignment and cause tension. And so the show continues to break down our dynamic duo because the fight they have over whether they should listen to dad or not literally splits them apart. They also introduce Meg as a new and more involved villain for the series. I mean, sort of. We don’t see her again for like, another five episodes. And then again another five episodes after that. So like, I don’t really...know that introducing her as an antagonist...really had the effect they were hoping for?

Is she evil cuz she’s a demon or just because she’s blonde???

Here’s some issues I have with Meg, the first recurring female character who isn’t dead - she’s the first recurring female character who isn’t dead and also, I immediately hated her. I remember watching the episode the first time and as soon as I saw her I was like, oh she’s a ruiner. It was almost a relief to find out she was a bad guy at the end because it was like I was allowed to hate her? To be fair to me, Meg comes on hella strong trying to keep Sam from going back to his brother, so we’re not supposed to like her, but looking back on it now I feel like the perpetrator of some real girl-on-girl crime. Does Meg actually do anything wrong? Aside from leaning real hard on some indie-style manic-pixie bohemian free spirit nonsense, she doesn’t do...anything that should make me hate her? Until, of course, she actively acts as a wedge between our dream team, but before then, I don’t...think she does? Honestly, it could just be me, but I do think that TV has gotten much better at writing/directing/presenting female characters in a way that doesn’t feel like they’re literally shoe-horning in a third wheel. And again, ultimately we are supposed to hate her, I just can’t decide if I was picking up on signals that were intentional or not. I remember having similar feelings when they introduced Joe in season 2, but that’s still far ahead.

I am willing to admit that this might be just me. I will not take back the things I’ve said about Emma Watson though, those are justified. 

And I think introducing more characters is important. It acts the same way introducing Missouri did -it broadens the world. For half a season, our only constants are the brothers. They’re these lone cowboys in a weird, mystical, dangerous wasteland and the villains are more obstacles than actual villains. When the story you’re telling needs to feel bigger than that, you need to do some world building and sometimes that starts with adding more characters. I will say, I hated Meg less this watch than I did on the first one. Or rather, I hated her cuz I knew she was The Worst, not because I felt like adding her to the show was a threat to the storytelling. 

OH! ALSO! The first mention of Dean and Pie! My heart grew three sizes that day! 

The hecking diner won’t serve him so he never finds out!!!

And finally, to cap it all off, we have Faith which is...a surprisingly rough episode? Ok, listen, Dean just resignedly accepting his own demise is like, ugh. UGH. ugh. Buddy. Buddy you are NOT Ok. Like, Dean is so intent on keeping everyone else in his family alive but does not seem as concerned about his own health and well-being and that...just...ughghghghg...I have a lot of feelings about that. 

Listen, some day I will talk about Sam, but it is NOT THIS DAY.

Like, I get that Rev. Jerry Gergich Roy Le Grange is not actually healing people, but he literally tells Dean that Dean has a purpose and he was saved from an untimely death for a reason, and he’s kind of not wrong? But then he spends the rest of the episode stopping Roy from healing anyone else and feeling overwhelmingly guilty that he was saved over someone else. I think out of everything that season 1 has presented up to this episode, this is the most philosophical and thematically complex. There’s the question of faith vs skepticism - can we ever just blindly believe in a good turn? The fact that Dean can’t says a lot about him as a human. Then there’s the question of who gets to decide who lives and who dies? Who’s worthy of salvation and who isn’t? Why do bad things happen to good people and why do good things happen to Dean? I mean, when Dean sees the Reaper coming for him at the end, he knows that it’s in exchange for Layla’s life and he’s just...Ok with that? He doesn’t try to run or fight it, and it’s only because of Sam that he doesn’t bite it. And the end of this episode is just a real bitch slap to the feels because Layla, our Very Special Extra, knows she’s going to die and she knows she missed out on her chance to be healed because Dean was an Ass with a capital A and took her turn (probably). And she’s also just ok with that and it kills me a little bit on the inside. 

Also, Layla is played by Julie Benze from Roswell and Buffy and Dexter and she’s always A+. And Roy was in Snakes on a Plane!

So yeah, not exactly “filler” in the true sense, but ties to the season arc are not as strong as in other episodes. And watching these episodes again I realize just how important they are to the series as a whole. I mentioned Helstrom last week and since then, I’ve finished the season. It’s only 10 episodes, and while I definitely enjoyed it, none of the emotional climaxes felt earned. 

Is how I feel. About the Emotions in Helstrom. That doesn’t mean I won’t watch a season 2. 

When you focus solely on the main arc in every single episode, you miss these little moments to develop character and relationships. When you get to the end of the season where the Winchesters are finally all in the same room taking on the Big Bad, there’s this feeling of satisfaction - you’ve been waiting for this moment. You’ve been waiting for Sam to reconcile with his father. You’ve been waiting for the guys to finally take on this thing that killed Mary Winchester. You’ve been waiting to see what will happen when the quest is over. That’s what makes the character decisions in the finale feel so big and so important, because they’ve been built up and built up for 22 episodes - 7 months in broadcast time. I think it’s harder to have the sort of weight that Supernatural builds in a show that stays so focused on the arc because its season is only 8 - 10 eps. There’s no room for sidetracking to build on the relationships in the show. You don’t have time for it, so you either have to keep character moments smaller (I’d argue MUCH smaller) or you end up with a finale that doesn’t resonate with the same gravitas as you want it to. 

Don’t get me wrong - I know it sounds like I’m ragging on short seasons, but I think a short season can be very effective when it’s done right. I also think a full season of 22 - 24 episodes can be very effective when it’s done right. But I think there’s a fundamental difference in how you tell the story when you have a short vs. a long season. I think TV is still figuring that out as it goes, as writers who are accustomed to long seasons shift gears to tell their stories with fewer installments. But I hope that TV doesn’t completely do away with the more procedural-style/self-contained episodes since those can be a powerful way to connect with your characters. That’s why I’m here in the first place. 

#Supernatural #Supernatural Season 1 #supernatural rewatch #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Sam and Dean #Home #Faith #Scarecrow #Asylum #Jared Padalecki #Jensen Ackles #CW #Meg

[saturn-rowlf-wrong]

Chapter One: That Suffix is Greek For Destroyer.

Equius was dead to begin with. No, that’s a stupid beginning.  Let’s start somewhere happier.

John, Dave, and Karkat were playing Mario Kart. They were in Dave’s house. Dave, being a Hero of Time, could easily use some time travel to make sure the place stayed clean, but no, junk littered the area. The mess spanned from a stack of dinosaur fossils next to the tv, to an impressive tower of cups and plates in the sink. Dave’s sword, Caledfwlch, was plunged in the wall. Three boys sat on the leather sofa. Man, this sofa is comfortable. Karkat sat on the right. He was the Knight of Blood. He’s pretty shouty. Dave, the Knight of Time, sat in the middle. He wore sunglasses, and liked making raps and archaeology. What a cool guy. John sat on the left. He was the Heir of Breath and he liked Nick Cage movies.

Image 1: The Boys

“YOU BETTER NOT BE AIMING THAT RED SHELL AT ME, JOHN EGBERT.” Karkat whispered, not daring to release his eye contact from the screen.

On the tv screen, Yoshi crept behind Bowser, a red shell a way from causing personal destruction.

John showed no mercy. “Hehehehe.”

Karkat growled. “I’M WARNING YOU, EGBERT.”

John threw his red shell.

Karkat threw his joy-con. “OH F*** YOU, EGBERT. YOU KNOW HOW STUPID YOU LOOK IN YOUR BIDDYBUGGY? WHY DID YOU EVEN THINK YOU COULD FACE MY LANDSHIP? YOU THINK A RED SHELL WILL STOP ME? YOU ARE ONE LAP AWAY FROM YOUR JUDGEMENT DAY, GOT IT? ONE. LAP. AWAY.

Roy zoomed on his Yoshi Bike, right past Bowser and crashed right into Yoshi, completely wrecking him.

Image 2: Roy

 “Hoisted by your own petard, John.” Dave said. “It’s pretty stupid that Roy is the only character who wears shades in this game. Like, who even cares about Roy. He’s like one of Bowser’s kids, and even though he looks more like Bowser, we all know Bowser Junior is the best. Phenotype vs. genotype I think. Anyway, get wasted, boys.”

“Dude, you’re being a total butt,” John said. “And Karkat, you know this is just a game, right? Wait, are you driving backwards?”

Karkat was hoping 8th place would let him receive the blue shell. It didn’t. But he did not let that phase him.

“I’m doing what I have to,” Karkat said as he got the lightning bolt power-up. “I’m scratching the session.” Gauging their position on the map, he released the storm right as Dave and John were jumping across a chasm, causing them to fall in, destroying their chances for first place. The boys cursed.

“HAHAHAHA,” Karkat laughed. “JUDGEMENT OF BLOOD. ARE YOU BUTTHURT, JOHN? ARE YOU BUTTHURT, DAVE? I HAVE DECIMATED Y’ALL.

“Karkat, you made us fall in 4th and 5th,” Dave said bitterly. “You were in 8th.”

“I BASE MY SUCCESS ON THE EMOTIONAL IMPACT, LIKE A WRITER OF A STORY LOVED BY A DEDICATED AND VULNERABLE FANDOM. I MEAN AUDIENCE” Karkat said, making his way to the kitchen. “YOU THINK WHEN WE DEFEATED LORD ENGLISH AND INHERITED THE NEW UNIVERSE I WOULD JUST SETTLE DOWN? THERE WAS A TOTAL OF 12 TROLLS IN MY SESSION, AND ONLY THREE OF US DIDN’T DIE, WHILE ALL 4 HUMANS IN YOUR SESSION SURVIVED, AS DID THE FOUR HUMANS IN THE OTHER SESSION. I MEAN, TECHNICALLY WE ALL DIE IN OTHER TIMELINES, THE SAME WAY WE ALL ACHIEVE GOD TIER IN ONE REALITY OR THE OTHER. FUNNY: NEITHER KANAYA, TEREZI, OR I ACHIEVED GOD TIER IN THIS TIMELINE THOUGH. HOW ABOUT THAT? IS THAT CONVENIENT? IT’S LIKE MY STORY ISN’T OVER YET. HMMM. BUT SEE. I DON’T NEED GOD TIER. I’M THE KNIGHT OF BLOOD.  I AM DESTINED TO DESTROY MARIO KART. THAT MIGHT AS WELL BE CANON. I DON’T NEED GOD TIER, I AM ALREADY A HIVEWRECKER. YEAH, THAT’S CANON NOW TOO. KNIGHT OF BLOOD EQUALS MARIOCLAST. YES. THAT SUFFIX. IN FACT, FORGET ABOUT ASPECTS. FORGET ABOUT BLOOD AND BREATHE AND TIME AND SPACE AND LIGHT AND VOID AND HOPE AND RAGE AND LIFE AND DOOM. THERE ARE ONLY THOSE WHO DESTROY AND GET DESTROYED. BOOM BOOM, MOTHERGRUBBERS, THAT’S CANON AGAIN. THERE ARE THINGS OUT THERE THAT CAN’T BE EXPLAINED. LIKE WHERE DID SGRUB COME FROM? OR SBURB, I GUESS THAT’S THE HUMAN WORD FOR IT. THE NAME FOR THE GAME WE ALL PLAYED. SBURB. AND I DON’T REALLY KNOW HOW WE BEAT LORD ENGLISH. I DON’T CARE THOUGH. WHAT I REALLY WORRY ABOUT IS THE HORRORTERRORS. THOSE SPOOKY TROLL-LOVECRAFTIAN ANCIENT GODS THAT SPEAK TO US IN DREAMS FROM THE DEEPEST REACHEST OF PARADOX TIME AND PARADOX SPACE. BUT I WON’T GO INTO THAT. WHO WANTS SOME RUFFLES.”

“I’ll have some Ruffles,” John said. Karkat took some chips and threw them at the Heir of Breath. “Thanks, Karkat.” John was used to Karkat’s rants. This one was pretty short, really.

Dave took an apple juice from the fridge. “Dude, are you talking about my dreams again?” he asked. “Don’t worry John with that stuff, it really doesn’t matter.”

“What dreams?” John asked.

“HE KEEPS FLINCHING IN HIS SLEEP AND WAKING UP AND NOT TELLING ME WHAT’S WRONG.” Karkat said, throwing chips at Dave. “DID YOU KNOW HE SLEEPS WITH HIS SHADES? I CAN’T EVEN LOOK HIM IN THE EYES AND KNOW WHAT’S WRONG. ALL I GET IS THE DOUBLE-REFLECTION OF A CONCERNED FRIEND AND PARTNER. ME, IN THE REFLECTIONS OF HIS STUPID GLASSES.

Dave drinks his juice.

“Wait, do you guys sleep together?” John asked, unwittingly entering a touchy subject. Neither troll or cool dude responded. It was pretty awkward. John started to feel stupid and blush, so he made an excuse to go home and get his phone charger. Then he dissipated into wind, because that’s the sort of thing you can do when you’re a Hero of Breath.

The John molecules regathered in his house as he jumped on his bed to get the charger he left between it and the wall. He really did forget it. What was he going to do about Dave and Karkat though? It was obvious they liked each other. Honestly, a lot of people he knew were together. Sheesh, Kanaya and Rose got married and they never went through anything like this. Maybe he should text them. Wait no, he needed some experienced with the internalized homophobic behaviors and messy relationship, not something perfect. John called Jake.

“Well if isn’t my dear grandson in some timey-wimey something or other.” Jake crowed.

“Um, yeah? Listen, I need some help with my gay friends’ relationship and I thought you were the most qualified to help me help them.” John said.

“Crikey, John, you could not have made a worse call on judgement.” Jake chuckled.

“Haven’t you been dating Dirk for like a year now?” John asked.

“Ha ha, just because I’ve been blessed by Lady Luck doesn’t mean I fathom how it occurred. When it comes to relationships, my wisdom is nil, I’m afraid.” Jake apologized.

“You sure?” John asked. “Because I think Dave and Karkat’s problem is that they don’t want to admit their gay. Or, I guess that’s normal on Karkat’s planet. Not that that planet exists anymore, just that maybe Karkat might have a problem with dating a human. Like, they like each other but they’re afraid there’s something wrong with that.”

“Mm,” Jake intoned. “I think I know the shot you’re shooting for. Your comrades are afraid of not fitting the shape society made for them, even though we inherited a new universe and our traditions are being built from the ground up, from random chance and foggy memory. The culture they were born into is ingrained in their beings”

“Yeah, that,” John said.

“Well, if I am to dispense any council to you, by true-blue friend, is that a lack of communication can leave both parties feeling culpable, and the silence will just force them into roles that only demean them and show them in the worst light. Blood can spoil in someone’s heart, John. It can sour someone’s spirit. The old blood can kill you if you don’t do anything to replace it. They just should come clean with each other, because if you don’t respect your partner enough to tell him the truth, then how do you expect him to spend his life with you?”

“Jesus Christ, what on earth are you talking about?” John asked.

“By asking forgiveness. Because we all want to be forgiven, and people are really more sympathetic then we realized. At least, in my opinion. Anyway, I should get going John. It was a joy hearing from you.”

“You too, Jake. Thank you so much, this was really helpful.” John said, hanging up. Man, he just forgot everything Jake told them. Maybe he should’ve texted Rose, she would have a mature way of handling this. John aeroported himself back to Dave’s place. Yep, aeroport, that’s the word for when John turns into wind and transports somewhere. It’s CANON now.

“Hey guys, I found my charger,” John said walking into the living room. Dave was sitting at the table alone, staring at an incomplete game of Connect Four and several empty juice boxes.

“Karkat went home,” Dave said, completing a #red!Six-In-A-Row. “We had an argument, I guess.”

“What?” John said. “Did he leave while playing Connect Four. That’s unlike him. He would’ve thrown it to the ground.”

“Nah, dude, he stormed off with my Nintendo Switch and remaining bag of chips. I sent this game up post-argument, and I’ve been playing by myself ever since.”

“Dave, do you want to talk about something!?” John yelled.

“Well, yeah I had something in the old thinkpan. A real thought omelet. It’s not even an omelet any more, it’s a scrambled egg of contemplation, transfigured by the a worryspoon. It’s been in the thinkpan so long it’s starting to dry. The spoon keeps it from burning, flipping it indefinitely. But if this thought had any less moisture it would beat the Saharan desert in levels of dryness. Heck, it would beat a sandwich without any condiments. It would beat all the jars of peanut butter in the world if you even could conceive such a level of dryness of existing, and there’s no cup of milk or seasonal rain or hand turning off the oven flame that could change these levels of dryness. S***, I need another apple juice.”

“Yes. Please keep talking,” John said in a manner which was not desperate.

“Like, if this was a frog it would probably die. I just would. I mean, it just would. I’m not a Kermit, John. I just have some things I’m concerned about, and maybe Karkat flew off the handle because I was unreasonably keeping the door locked.” Dave said.

“Uh, yeah. You know if you ever need to talk to me, Dave, I’m here,” John said.

“I know,” Dave said. “That’s why we’re talking.

“Yeah, John said. “We’re talking.”

Dave: …

John: …

Dave: …

John: …

Dave: …

John (in pain): “So if you need talk about your relationship with Karkat—"

Dave: “What.”

John: “What.”

Dave: “I’ve been having these terrible nightmares, dude.”

John: “…”

John: “What.”

Dave: “John, I’ve been having nightmares about a figure with a burning skull. It rode a badass™ motorcycle and had knives for claws. It was a freaking Freddy Kruger demon, man. A dragon and a demon. And the sky was full of fireworks but I couldn’t tell what color they were because everything was black and white. It looked at me with its burning eyes and horns and it was holding a puppet. But the puppet was me, John. And then the skeleton changed and it had broken horns and cracked glasses and it told me to go back into the Game. John. I was the puppet.”

John: “…is this another metaphor.”

Dave: “No John. There are ghosts out there that want me to go back into Sburb. It said I needed to return, for my sake and his, and for everything that we had to let go of when we lose someone we loved. And then he wasn’t holding a puppet. He was holding a carton of eggs.”

John:  0 :

Dave: Karkat says I should forget about, but that’s because he doesn’t want me to leave him. Can’t blame him though. It’s a fool’s errand. But I’m that fool. Every fiber of being is telling to go on this errand. Do it, my fibers say. Be the fool. Not that know where I’d begin. But he said he wouldn’t help me and we started arguing and he ran out. That’s when I started to drink away my sorrows with apple juice.

John scratched his head. “So, you’re saying that you got a dream from… the Ghost Rider?”

“Yeah,” Dave said.

“Except he was probably a troll, since he had horns?” John asked.

“Troll Ghost Rider, yep, it appears so,” Dave said.

“Ghost Rider was a Nick Cage movie,” John said.

“Hm,” Dave said.

“Unless it asks you to make a deal. Wait, no that was Mephistopheles. You haven’t sold your soul to the devil, have you, Dave?”

“Hey, John, how about we don’t talk about Nicolas Cage, okay?” Dave asked.

“I mean, we could.” John said.

“Please. Could you do me a favor and breeze us to the Monument?”

“Sure,” John said, and he

“Wait,” Dave interrupted. He walked to his sword, unsheathing it from the hole in the wall. “Alright, now I’m ready. John held on to Dave’s arm as he areoported them to the Monument.

The sun had not yet set, but it had painted the sky pink in preparation for its departure. The sky is so pretty.

The Monument was shaped as the Sburb logo, a white house the size of… well, a house. They had opened the door from the other side, stepping into the new universe and out of the game. They were able to take the inhabitants of the game’s planets with them, although the door of the house soon vanished, leaving only a white expanse of sleek material.

Dave put his hand on the surface. He tried kicking it. He tried hitting it with his sword. Nothing worked. John watched him. This was not going as he planned. John tried making the breeze open the Monument. Nope, that was stupid.

“But Dave, don’t you have time travel powers?” John asked, lying on the grass.

“I can’t time travel into the game. It’s locked somehow,” Dave replied.

“Oh,” John said. “That’s a bummer.”

Dave sat down next to him. “I guess this was a waste of time. It’s like time is chocolate wrapper, and opportunity is a just a golden ticket you’re searching for. Look at all the time in the trash, and no golden ticket to show for it.”

“That’s pretty good, Dave. You should put it one of your rap songs.” John said.

“No, John, it was cheesy. Which is why you like it,” Dave said. “You know what I want to write about? All the people we left behind. Not just the dead but like movies and books and our human culture. I want this new culture to know about Snoop Dog, John. I want them to know about Texas, and CoolMathGames4Kids and the Great Wall Of China. This are all things that would’ve matter in a historical context but now it’s personal. I need people to know these things because things that existed should be cherished. Maybe. I don’t know. I feel like I need to prove something. This is irrelevant to anything that occurred today, though. “

“How long have you had these dreams, Dave?” John asked.

“Hmmmm I guess I’ve known the dream demon for a week now.” Dave said, taking off his glasses to clean them. “Crap, I forgot how bright the world is. “I’m putting these back on.”

“Hey, Dave.” John said.

Dave leaned backward until he was on his back. “Yeah, John?”

“How about we visit the cemetery?”

#Equius Was Dead To Begin WIth #Chapter One #Homestuck #homestuck fanfiction

[inu-fiction]

so Kagura dresses like a dancer and Hakudoshi wears his 'suikan' like a noble. but i've never heard anything about what Kanna wears. the inuyasha wiki claims that both she and Shunran wear kimono but I'd like to know more if that's possible. sorry if you've already answered something like this before, but I can't even figure out how to work some of the websites in the research guide...

Thank you for actually checking out our Research Guide before asking (a lot of people don’t think to)! Sorry to hear you couldn’t find the answer that way on your own; let’s see what we can do to help...First, let’s get this out of the way: it’s technically never inaccurate to refer to traditional Japanese-type clothing like Kanna’s as “kimono” since it’s still a term used for it today. However, that’s very general - literally, the word originally meant just  “thing to wear” (mono was “thing”, ki is one way of saying “wear”)...so in other words, my hand to god, at the time the story is set, it just meant “clothing”. Congratulations Kanna, you are wearing clothing! :DAh...not helpful? No, not helpful.All kidding aside, it’s true that the term as it’s used today is a little more specific, but it’s not by much: these days, even in post-Meiji era Japan, "kimono” refers to specifically “ethnically Japanese” i.e. traditional Japanese clothing (the more general term in the modern era for “clothing” in Japanese is apparently 被服, which we would romanize as hifuku)... but, that is still unhelpful because yes, we can see it’s “Japanese” clothing, but seeing as “Japanese clothing” refers to a REALLY broad swath of clothing ranging from furisode to yukata, suikan etc - it’s incredibly non-specific. In other words, almost as bad as calling both pants and skirts “hakama”; accurate, but not helpful in the least! :PSo. What IS she wearing?Well, I...am sorry to break it to you but I’m not entirely sure yet, anon. >_>Since I’m prepping for Hurricane Irma as I respond to this, I’m unfortunately unable to do that much poking around, but I will say I immediately noticed something interesting about it after looking up reference pictures, one of which was this screencap from the anime adaptation (which is I believe from "Kagura's Dance and Kanna's Mirror", from Season 2, in which Kanna first appears):

Actually, let’s summarize what I’m noticing here, which helps me tell you what it is definitely NOT, and hypothetically might be (or...I thought it might be, more on that in a moment):1.) Looking at the ends of the sleeves near the wrist I can tell her garment is NOT any kind of furisode (literally “swinging sleeve”) type kimono, which have long sleeves that hang down  (Sesshomaru’s top, for comparison, is a furisode).2.) Her sleeves are more like those found on the kimono type called a kosode (literally “small sleeves”). They are meant to not get in the way, in other words (Sango wears a kosode when she’s not just wearing her armor by itself, for another comparison; you can see the end of the sleeve near the wrist is of similar design).  

3.) SLITS IN THE SHOULDERS.I’m going to have to add some visual ref here to point out why this jumped out at me as a detail.This is a “standard” looking kosode:

(image pulled from this nifty overview of the evolution of kimono! I recommend giving it a read, it’s very informative!)Now. Pay attention to the shoulders. Scroll back up, and compare - again, there are slits in Kanna’s kimono’s shoulders, but not in “standard” kosode designs.

Slits in that position on the shoulders aren’t at all unheard of in traditional Japanese clothing - they’re found in the suikan type garment that Inuyasha and Hakudoshi both wear, for instance, which as we’ve mentioned before, is designed for as a “hunting jacket” type garment, making me think that that’s why this garment of hers also has them? - but it’s not always a standard feature.(It’s also a feature in Kikyo’s outfit by the way:

Kikyo is an archer, so it makes sense she’d enjoy the fuller movement that those slits provide! Why does Kanna need it though if she relies on her soul-sucking mirror as her “weapon”? Hm. Good question!)Oh -and one more thing. Which I almost missed but which kicks it out of just “kosode” into “okay no, this is a fair freaking question, what IS this??”Look at this other screenshot from the anime I ran across when trying to see “what her obi looked like”:

What in the....there’s. Wait. No. That - can’t be.....?*googles more screenshots, confirms*

THERE’S NO OBI.NONE. AT ALL. WHATThere’s no belt?? Where’s the ties?? Is this even a real old-school kimono style or at this point is Takahashi kind of just making it up because “hey it’s a youkai anyway so whatever”? Is it tucked up in there?? How is this even staying in place...? (There’s also those little bows to consider, granted - but I feel like most of those are probably decorative? - but it’s hard to tell, without knowing what the garment even is! Maybe they’re not! Schrodinger’s bows)Okay, Anon. Yes. I see now why you sent this in. I SEE it. I never looked closely at her outfit before and now that I have, I am so far baffled. o_O All in all, I’m not sure exactly what is up with Kanna’s outfit  - not 100%. But I do find it interesting (and probably notable!) that it has slits in sleeves, and that it’s clearly not held in place with a normal old-fashioned obi, as we think of one at least. It’s possible (just spit-balling here, especially with Hakudoshi “wearing his suikan like a noble”, and Naraku’s having taken over a noblemen’s place!) that it’s a REALLY old-fashioned noble class children’s outfit? Maybe? That might be a good avenue for research (and I probably would have tried it, were I not prepping for a major hurricane this weekend, sorry anon! ^^;;). I wouldn’t even be surprised if it would be old-fashioned even by Sengoku era standards, mind - we know Takahashi included a by-then-“old-fashioned” suikan for Inuyasha (and Hakudoshi) and put Inuyasha’s very much human mother in a junihitoe (the latter is more like from the Heian period, MUCH earlier), so you never know. Keep it in mind!I will say this though:The more I think about it, the more I find it extremely interesting, too, that the ENTIRE outfit - outer garment, undergarment (which she does have; you can see it under her collar, peeking out through the sleeve-slits, and if you saw a full-body shot that showed her feet, peaking out from under the bottom of her outer garment as well)... the bows on the outfit... even her very hair, and even the decorations in her hair! - All, ALL of them, are solid, pure, non-patterned white.Why do I find this so striking?Because of the various nuanced implications of that in Japanese culture (warning: this link includes a picture of a Japanese corpse being prepped for burial. It’s actually not gross looking at all, but you may find it spooky or unsettling when you realize what it is, so I feel a need to warn ahead of time).Now, despite what the warning in parentheses for that link might seem to imply, and despite what some rumors may say, “death” isn’t the only association with white (and especially white clothing) in Japanese culture; it’s associated with “purity” and cleanliness as well. People aren’t just buried in white, they’re often married in it, too, and many priests and priestesses in Shinto and Buddhism include white clothing in their garb, especially for specific rituals requiring “purity”.I also will clarify that that is NOT a funerary kimono, in the sense that she’s wearing it folded the normal way, and not the opposite way, which corpses are dressed in, so let’s clear that up right away, that she’s not dressed “like a corpse”. At all. But.Still...This feels like it can’t be coincidental...? It’s hard to tell if the white theme is a sign of her “blankness”/emptiness (which is another fair possibility), or if it’s indeed meant to evoke those other WELL known elements in Japanese spiritual beliefs (and it’s still noteworthy I think that to the Japanese, it IS still common to see ghosts wearing solid white, because they are still buried in white, so there’s the subconscious “creepy factor” too, sure)...hn. It’s a real question!I am starting to doubt that it was purely for aesthetics or to save on ink though :P  So basically the short answer is: I am real sorry anon, I have no idea. :( I wish I did!The long answer, clearly, is: “WAIT, THIS RAISES EVEN MORE QUESTIONS...??”-Mod VorpalGirl(PS: I probably will not be online the rest of this weekend, at least on here. Seriously, Irma is making her cranky way right up my home State and we decided not to evacuate sooooo. Not only do we need to prep like heck tomorrow, power will likely go out for us before Monday, and given what happened with Hurricane Matthew last year, that could keep me away from ya’ll for up to a week or so. >_> Wish me luck....and Tekka too, since she’s still likely in the path of it as well)

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

🔥 Julian

Oh, come on! I can’t say unpopular things about Julian! XD

Well, in truth there is something I’ve been thinking about. Get ready because it’s a bit long.

There is something that I’ve been wondering, and I’m not sure people talked a lot about it: when Evil Julian came to be, did Julian lose his negative traits? Or did his negative traits just got personificated as Evil Julian without leaving the boy’s personality? While Julian is a sweet boy, is undeniable that he kind of has a desire to be seen as powerful, and, when he actually gets to get revenge on people who made fun of him (like, for instance, his magician shtick in “Julian’s Birthday Surprise” or him guiding his fellow klubers to teach bullies a lesson in “Der Monster Klub”), he completely goes for it and he takes pleasure out of it (but it is true that during his birthday he was also brainwashed, so he was not exactly himself, and in “Der Monster Klub” you could make the argument that he probably thought he was helping his friends by transforming them into monsters, make of that what you will…); with that said, it’s clear that Evil Julian is thirsty for power, far more than Julian of course, so him being originated by a boy like Julian is not that out of the blue.

Anyway, my point is, Julian seems to be, like.. cheerful and more lost in his own world than usual since Evil Julian appeared, but he had limited screentime in Season 2 so I can’t tell for sure. Case in point.

- In “Snow-Klahoma” he was especially excited about everything, being adorably happy while having fun/annoying Randy and Howard, until he came to the maze and he was banished into the void. While Julian is someone who can be very passionate at what he likes, it was surprising to know that snow games out of all things could make him this excited; but he was probably also trying to forget his earlier encounter with Evil Julian in the same episode, but still, we can see the boy laughing a lot in this episode wthout lifting a finger or covering his mouth in doing so (and we know that, when he laughs, Julian usually covers his mouth with his fingers): I wonder if part of his excitement was because of his supposedly missing negative traits…

- And in the final episode he talks with a gargoyle head named Tyler that apparently knows how to escape, he eats rocks and seems pretty unfazed when he, Randy and Howard encounter all those monsters and obstacles while trying to go back home; I mean, we know that he loves spooky stuff, but in his first important appearence he did get scared when he almost got killed by a machine, and in this episode he just comments on the whole thing very light-heartedly and cheerful (heck, he even politely greets Evil Julian when they got united again, like, kid, that one imprisoned you for so long: aren’t you angry at him??). Again, YMMV on this one since, well, he was stuck in the void for who knows how long (and no one noticed, for some reason…), and probably he did lose some sanity. but sadly I can’t tell for sure because we did not see Julian in the void a lot, and we still don’t know how returned to the normal life since, you know, no Season 3 as of yet.

So, to conclude, as far as I am able to see, based with what we got, I think that Julian did lose some of his personality traits when Evil Julian became an entity (power hunger, desire to be respected…), becoming more cheerful in the process, while Evil Julian became those traits while pushing them to the next level. This of course is more of a headcanon of mine, since Julian needed more screentime regarding his situation with Evil Julian, but hey, while we’re without Season 3, fan content about the subject is gold! ^_^

#Disney #Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja #Julian #Personal Rambles #Answered Ask #Wish I could put this level of musing to school matters...

[zrtranscripts]

Radio Abel, Season Three

Part 7 of 7

Details about the clips contained in this post are under the cut: 

This post contains the Newsfright segments, the Laments of the World excerpts, some clips related to time of day, and some miscellaneous scenes. Each set of clips will contain information on where they fit chronologically. Additionally, each individual clip will begin with a brief descriptive note in italics.

(the following set of clips takes place before S3M25)

(the following clip takes place after S3M2)

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Hello, ci-ti-zens, and welcome to Newsfright, our new segment in which we discuss the news and rumors from here in Fraternal Alliance land.

ZOE CRICK: We'll be bringing you all the latest news as it happens, because what you don't know can kill you. Here's Jack with our top story for today.

JACK HOLDEN: Well, listeners, today's news is a real blast from the past. Now, it seems our old friend Red Eye is back! And, more importantly, he's real.

ZOE CRICK: Who the heck is Red Eye?

EUGENE WOODS: Oh, it's some stupid rumor Jack heard about ages ago.

JACK HOLDEN: What?

EUGENE WOODS: A person who got bitten, but instead of turning, gained superhuman powers and can control zombies now.

ZOE CRICK: Ooh... spooky.

JACK HOLDEN: Listen, it's not a stupid rumor, because... because right, Adrien – you know, the guy in the bunk next to us, Runner Thirty-one? - now look, he was out yesterday and he said he saw this guy running around holding his hand out to the zoms, and they were just doing his bidding! Look, look, at one point, right, apparently he got them all to just jump off a cliff. Like lemmings! Boom! Proof. Red Eye.

ZOE CRICK: I don't know. Magical powers? Surely there's a scientific explanation for that. Weren't the folk at Abel working on some kind of zombie repellent spray?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: No no no, that was a spray that put the zoms to sleep! They aren't cats, Zoe. You can't just spritz them until they stop clawing the furniture.

EUGENE WOODS: You're both wrong. And it doesn't matter, though. Whatever the real explanation is, there's no way that that was Red Eye! He's just a campfire story.

JACK HOLDEN: Oh yeah, yeah yeah, and I suppose the story Adrien told me about how they found Red Eye cryogenically frozen inside a top secret government facility hidden under a dam is just a campfire story as well.

EUGENE WOODS: Yes! 100%!

JACK HOLDEN: No!

ZOE CRICK: It does sound like that guy's a bit crazy, Jack.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: And that's your headline news for today. In politics now, rumors abound that Abel's expecting the arrival of a new head honcho following the tragic death of previous commander, Major De Santa. Speculation is rife about who this might be, from where they are being sent, and whether or not this marks a sea change in the fight to retake Britain.

ZOE CRICK: Thanks, Phil. That's all for today, folks. We'll be back after this.

(the following clip takes place after S3M3)

EUGENE WOODS: It's that time, everyone: your regular update with all the latest news from, well, our area. It's time for Newsfright. Zoe?

ZOE CRICK: Our hot story today, listeners: a mysterious crash, sounds in the forest, and a daring rescue. According to top sources in New Canton's dining hall, witnesses reported seeing a helicopter come down over the forest near Abel Township. A short while later, our sources tell us a series of loud noises were heard, followed by a group of runners, seemingly from Abel, retreating from the scene. Here with some rampant speculation, it's Jack Holden and Phil Cheeseman.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: What's your take on this story, Jack?

JACK HOLDEN: Well, I think all signs point towards a smoke monster infestation in that forest, Phil.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Hey, easy there. That kind of reckless speculation could cause panic amongst our listeners. Do you have any evidence?

JACK HOLDEN: Well, as everybody knows, smoke monsters are highly territorial, and often target light aircraft. Now, a native forest creature, the smoke monster can be recognized by its distinctive mating call – the sound of trees falling over near dramatic events.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: And what is your response to claims that this was an aviation disaster which caused structural damage to several trees in the forest area, causing them to topple due to the weight of the helicopter, which had become lodged in their branches?

JACK HOLDEN: Well, Phil, I don't think science can prove it one way or another.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Thanks, Jack.

JACK HOLDEN: Thanks, Phil.

EUGENE WOODS: Sports news now. New Canton's Archie Jensen's memorial hide and seek championship played out yesterday. Hot favorite Sophie Baker was eliminated early in the game after being discovered hiding inside one of the greenhouses, leaving the field wide open. A spate of eliminations quickly followed, with popular hiding spots including the trees near the duck pond and underneath the bunks in housing units nine through eleven.

The contest continued, as per Miss Jensen's last wishes, until only one hider remained: young Thomas Rice, who stayed hidden for five hours and forty-two minutes to claim the victory. Our congratulations to him. That's all from us today. Your regular programming will resume after this.

(the following clip takes place after S3M6)

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Welcome back, citizens. It's time for another Newsfright segment. Here's Eugene Woods your headlines.

EUGENE WOODS: Thanks, Phil. We have an extraordinary story for you today, guys. Our sources tell us that a team of runners was recently dispatched from Abel Township to investigate sightings of a giant robot in the vicinity. It has also been reported that the runners came under threat from hostiles in the local area, but were rescued in the nick of time by said giant robot. For more on this story, we go to our technology correspondent, Zoe Crick.

ZOE CRICK: Thanks, Eugene. Details are scant at the moment, but as far as we can tell, this machine is quite simply unlike anything we've ever encountered before. Reports are that the robot stands 15 feet tall, and has been seen using some kind of green laser-like beam to, and I quote, "Totally, like, evaporate zombies."

JACK HOLDEN: Zoe, is there any word on whether this robot is using a fusion power source, or some other conventional fuel?

ZOE CRICK: Not yet, Jack, but I'd suggest that fusion is the likeliest option here, given the power potentially required to run a laser of the size and intensity we might be talking about here, if our sources our correct.

JACK HOLDEN: Mmhmm. Yeah, that makes complete sense. Thanks, Zoe.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Entertainment news now. And local toddler Nancy Carlyle has been thrilling residents of New Canton with her animal impressions. The two year old resident of Unit Seven is said to have an extensive repertoire, including ducks, sheep, dogs, and cows. [stifles laughter] Performances daily from lunch until naptime. That's it from us, today. Thanks to Eugene Woods, Zoe Crick, and Jack Holden. I've been Phil Cheeseman, and this has been Newsfright.

(the following clip takes place after S3M10)

JACK HOLDEN: And now, we bring you another installment of Newsfright. Here's Phil Cheeseman with your top story.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Thanks, Jack. Today we bring you a tale of intrigue, kidnap, and terror, as the Phantom of Abel strikes again. Friends of eyewitnesses in Abel have told our sources that strange noises have been heard late at night around the township recently, with residents waking the next day to find various valuables missing. These incidents have been popularly ascribed to the so-called Phantom of Abel, we're told.

Our sources have reported hearing from runners in the field that later, an odd figure matching the Phantom's rumored description was seen shortly before Abel's Runner Five disappeared while out on a run. Here to discuss the Phantom's motives are Eugene Woods and Zoe Crick.

EUGENE WOODS: Thanks, Phil. It seems clear to me that the Phantom aims to take Runner Five hostage until certain demands are met by those at Abel Township. Until those demands are communicated to us, however, we can but speculate on what they might be. Zoe?

ZOE CRICK: Thanks, Eugene. I think we can all agree that these demands are highly likely to be connected to the Phantom's well-discussed love of personal trinkets, broken electronics, and odd socks. There's an expectation that the Phantom is going to be asking for one item of emotional significance from every resident of Abel, along with at least 12 locks of hair.

EUGENE WOODS: [shudders] Killing stuff. And what of the baseless accusations that the Phantom could be nothing more than a popular myth used to explain the disappearance of many unrelated objects?

ZOE CRICK: I see no reason to give those further creedence by commenting on them.

EUGENE WOODS: Of course. Thanks for your time, Zoe. We'll be back shortly.

(the following clip takes place after S3M11)

EUGENE WOODS: And now, we bring you another installment of Newsfright, our regular news feature in which we -

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Zoe's got a boyfriend.

ZOE CRICK: Phil.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [sing-song voice] Boyfriend, boyfriend, Zoe's got a boyfriend.

ZOE CRICK: He's just some kid who's -

EUGENE WOODS: - update you on the latest news from Abel and the New Canton area. Here with today's headline is Jack - oh, what's the point.

ZOE CRICK: - he's not my boyfriend.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh, you may say that, but we all know the truth, Zoe. You found love where you least expected it: after the apocalypse.

ZOE CRICK: You're an idiot.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh, sorry. Eugene, were you - ?

EUGENE WOODS: Trying to do Newsfright? Yes.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Sorry. Go ahead.

EUGENE WOODS: [sighs] Here's Jack Holden with your headline story.

JACK HOLDEN: Thanks, Eugene. And our top story today is that our own Zoe Crick has totally found a lovey dovey boyfriend woyfriend, with whom she's absolutely going to be locking lips later in an abandoned sewage treatment plant. Now, our sources indicate that Cupid has indeed been sighted in the air, and I quote, "His aim has never been better." [laughs] We pass over to our top correspondent de l'amour, Philip "Cassanova" Cheeseman, for more insight.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Thanks, Jack. Judging by the alignment of Jupiter with -

ZOE CRICK: Enough. Enough, okay? Okay? You've had your jokes. I get it. Very funny. [humorless laugh] But can we please stop titting around and get back to our jobs? Please?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah, sure.

JACK HOLDEN: Sorry. Sorry.

ZOE CRICK: Thank you. Eugene, music.

EUGENE WOODS: Is he cute?

[JACK HOLDEN and PHIL CHEESEMAN laugh]

(the following clip takes place after S3M12)

JACK HOLDEN: Welcome back to Newsfright, listeners. Today's top story is something a little special, in that our top reporters, Phil and Zoe, are also our firsthand sources. Phil, do you want to tell us what happened?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Uh, thanks, Jack. Well, Zoe and I were on our way to the Invasive Species Council meeting – her first time at one of New Canton's many important and exciting democratic committees -

ZOE CRICK: It's a meeting about bloody weeds, Phil. Don't get too excited.

JACK HOLDEN: Look, I'm sure the uh, Invading Special Countries meeting is very important, Phil. Please, continue.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: So I was very kindly taking Zoe to her first meeting when we came across none other than our old friend, Runner Five.

ZOE CRICK: Who was kind enough not to make fun of me for the entire trip back from the warehouse the other day, which is more than I can say for you, Phil.

JACK HOLDEN: Runner Five is certainly very discreet, yes. What happened next?

ZOE CRICK: Well, Five needs some piece of paper signed or other.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: A motion to second vital resources.

ZOE CRICK: Whatever. So Phil leads us to this random room with some grumpy old geezer in it, and gets him to sign the paper. To be honest, I'm really not sure why it's news. Just some bureaucratic nonsense.

JACK HOLDEN: Ah, well, here's the interesting part: as Phil explained, such a requisition would only be necessary were the relevant resources to be needed for work far away from New Canton, which means that Runner Five and – and who was it?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh uh, Nadia.

JACK HOLDEN: Nadia, right. Which means Runner Five and Nadia are going on a real road trip! So, where are they going, and why? Why would Abel Township send one of its most prized runners so far away? Here with an analysis, it's Eugene Woods.

EUGENE WOODS: Thanks, Jack. Well, here's what we know: Runner Five is, of course, one of the most skilled and reliable runners at either township, and has been involved in many actions involving large machinery and aircraft. Aircraft like those which Nadia supervised prior to the outbreak in her role as an air traffic controller. It's plain as the nose on your face, Jack, Runner Five and Nadia are on a mission to reopen one of the nearby commercial airfields to allow supplies to arrive from America and Europe.

JACK HOLDEN: So we can all expect plenty of hot dogs and baseball caps in our future.

[everyone laughs]

EUGENE WOODS: I can't think of any earthly reason why not.

JACK HOLDEN: Thanks, Eugene. That's all for now, folks. We'll be back shortly.

(the next two clips take place after S3M13)

EUGENE WOODS: It's time for Newsfright now, bringing you the latest news as it happens. Here's Phil with our top story.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Thanks, Eugene. The big news today is rumors of a new technology being trialed over at Abel Township. Our sources tell us that Abel has been testing a new automated operator system, which sees runners in the field being guided by pre-recorded messages from their operators, potentially allowing many more simultaneous missions. Here with analysis is our resident tech expert, Zoe Crick.

ZOE CRICK: Thanks, Phil. Reports from Abel indicate it's likely initial trials have been an overwhelming success. The new automated system, which uses a recently rediscovered artificial intelligence system nicknamed "Sunshine", has outperformed human operators by up to 75% in most key categories.

Commentators have noted that with the current pace of improvement, all operational duties could be delegated to this system in as little as five weeks.

JACK HOLDEN: And what of the speculation that this system will lead to increased unemployment? Are we worried about sentient robot computers overtaking the human worker when it comes to the traditional backbones of the economy, such as running, killing zombies, and presenting radio shows?

ZOE CRICK: The thing our listeners need to understand, Jack, is that this is a specialized system created for only one task. While it is certainly theoretically possible that Sunshine could be taught to take over many of the jobs you listed, this isn't likely in the near future.

JACK HOLDEN: Thanks, Zoe. You've reassured me that my job is safe, and now I can wholeheartedly support our new robot overlords.

EUGENE WOODS: In other local news, New Canton residents are perplexed today by the recent spate of graffiti appearing around the settlement. Analysis suggests that the widespread appearance of the phrase, "El Barto" spray painted onto walls around New Canton is indeed a reference to hit pre-outbreak television comedy, The Simpsons. The question remains, however, who is this vandalous bandit, what are their motives, and where are they getting the paint from? We'll be back with more after this.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Greeting, ci-ti-zens. And welcome to the test broadcast of the automated radio host operation. Beginning introduction.

ZOE CRICK: Interruption in order to elaborate on introduction.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Spiky but friendly counter-interruption. Continuation of main theme.

EUGENE WOODS: Elaboration on main theme, including amusing personal reminiscence.

ALL: Laughter.

JACK HOLDEN: Very slightly sexual reference.

EUGENE WOODS: Mildly embarrassed agreement.

JACK HOLDEN and EUGENE WOODS: Flirty laughter.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Interruption in order to prevent further embarrassment. Attempt to get discussion back on topic.

ZOE CRICK: Comment on fellow host's repression.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Refusal of comment on repression. Slight annoyance.

JACK HOLDEN: Attempt to break the tension with a relevant joke.

EUGENE WOODS: Comment on quality of the joke.

ALL: Laughter.

JACK HOLDEN: This is rubbish, isn't it?

EUGENE WOODS: I really don't see the appeal.

ZOE CRICK: It'll never catch on.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: You just can't beat the human touch, can you?

JACK HOLDEN: Mm, I'll say.

EUGENE WOODS: Easy, there!

ZOE CRICK: All right, all right. [laughs] So, a failed experiment?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Most definitely.

EUGENE WOODS: Time for some music, then.

JACK HOLDEN: Do it!

(the following clip takes place after S3M14)

JACK HOLDEN: Hello, everyone, and welcome to Newsfright. The big news today: mysterious research, cross-township cooperation, and a new obsession for Abel comms man, Sam Yao. Here with more information is Zoe Crick.

ZOE CRICK: Thanks, Jack. Sources in New Canton report that Sam Yao, famed comms operator at Abel Township, has been in touch requesting information on various species of big cats. Local zoologist, Brandon Drakes, was apparently asked to consult via radio on the hunting habits of lions, tigers, and other large predators. Speculation suggests that Mister Yao is preparing for the intake of a number of animals who have been abandoned in a nearby zoo, and is planning to create his own circus-style touring animal show.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Zoe, would it be right in saying that this proposed circus poses a significant threat to those quiet, law-abiding citizens who find themselves living nearby?

ZOE CRICK: Phil, I think that's a legitimate concern. But given the depth of Mister Yao's research, we can only assume that all relevant precautions will be taken to ensure that there are no unnecessary fatalities related to the circus -

EUGENE WOODS: Sorry, I'm going to have to butt in here.

ZOE CRICK: No, no, go ahead.

EUGENE WOODS: I think we need to take a moment to consider the welfare of these animals! Mister Yao has no history as a zookeeper, and given the conditions at Abel Township, I can't see these animals being well-cared for. I'm going to have to voice my opinion here and say that this circus is not a good idea!

JACK HOLDEN: Wow. Lively debate, there, thanks to Zoe, Phil, and Eugene. Weather news, now. And the cloud that looks like a dinosaur can still be seen to the southwest of New Canton. All residents are advised to go catch a glimpse of this sky-bound wonder before it disappears for good. I've been Jack Holden and this has been Newsfright. We'll be back after this.

(the following clip takes place after M19)

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Here we are again, citizens. It's time for your regular dose of current affairs. It's Newsfright. And here's Eugene Woods with your top story.

EUGENE WOODS: Thanks, Phil. According to rumors here at New Canton, a motorcycle was recently seen departing Abel at high speed, heading off to an unknown mission. Our sources lead us to believe that said motorcycle is being ridden by none other than Janine De Luca herself.

De Luca is said to be riding out to rescue a runner who has been waylaid with some high value electronics recently recovered from an old research facility. For the bigwigs at Abel to authorize the use of precious fuel, we can be certain that those are some valuable pieces of tech. Our technology correspondent, Zoe Crick, joins us with more information. Zoe?

ZOE CRICK: Thanks, Eugene. Given the fact that Janine has left Abel herself in order to recover these pieces, we can be sure that they are not only incredibly valuable, but also potentially very unstable. This leads us to assume that the object in question is, in fact, nothing less than a fully-fledged fusion bomb.

EUGENE WOODS: Whoa. So Abel's planning to go nuclear?

ZOE CRICK: Could be, Eugene. Could be. Of course, it could simply be the case that Abel is going to such lengths to recover this bomb because they're afraid of it falling into the wrong hands, but it's simply too soon to tell.

EUGENE WOODS: Goodness, should we be worried?

ZOE CRICK: Oh, no, Eugene. Quite apart from the current peace between the two townships, a device of that size couldn't be used to attack New Canton without also destroying Abel.

EUGENE WOODS: Ah, glad to hear it. We can all rest easier in our beds tonight, knowing that that is the case. Thanks, Zoe.

ZOE CRICK: Thanks, Eugene.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: That's all for Newsfright today. Your regular schedule returns after this.

(the following clip takes place after S3M20, and after the cider drinking game earlier in S3 radio)

ZOE CRICK: Welcome back, everyone. It's time for another update from the mean streets. That's right, it's Newsfright. Here with your top story today is Jack Holden.

JACK HOLDEN: Thanks, Zoe. Today's news may shock younger listeners, so we advise you to cover their ears and make "la la la!" noises for the next few minutes. We'll wait. Okay. According to our sources, disaster has befallen -

[knock on the door]

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Who's that?

EUGENE WOODS: I'm not expecting anyone. Jack?

[knock on the door]

JACK HOLDEN: No. Phil, do you think it could be someone from one of your committees?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: I don't know...

[knock on door]

ZOE CRICK: Oh, for God's sake. There's a pretty simple way to solve this question. [opens door] Yes?

VISITOR: There's a call for you in the comms center.

ZOE CRICK: Is it urgent?

VISITOR: I was told to bring you right away.

ZOE CRICK: Oh, all right. Boys, I'll be back soon. I hope.

VISITOR: Uh, no, ma'am. I was instructed to bring all of you.

ZOE CRICK: Oh. Okay. Well, you heard the man. Off we trot.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Bloody hell. Wonder what this is about.

JACK HOLDEN: Maybe we're in trouble.

EUGENE WOODS: Maybe we're being given a medal.

JACK HOLDEN: Ooh, I love medals!

ZOE CRICK: Boys, don't make me carry you.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Sorry. Coming! Uh, citizens, we'll be back with you soon.

(the following clip takes place after S3M21)

JACK HOLDEN: All right, hold tight, and sit upright. It's time for more Newsfright.

EUGENE WOODS: I knew I should not have given you that rhyming dictionary.

JACK HOLDEN: Eugene, don't be mean. I know you're not keen, but my rhymes are pristine. When times are this lean, poems make folks serene! The queen's machine runs on green beans.

EUGENE WOODS: You done?

JACK HOLDEN: Fifteen. Teen. Spleen. Okay, I'm done.

EUGENE WOODS: Cool. Welcome to Newsfright, everyone. Here's Philip Cheeseman with our top story.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Thanks, Eugene, and thank you, Jack, for the poetry.

JACK HOLDEN: Uh, you're quite welcome.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Our top story today, ci-ti-zens: runners out in force, a daring theft, and the hunt for a treasonous criminal. Earlier today, we here at New Canton were witness to the largest single deployment of runners since the attack on Abel several months ago. Our sources have indicated to us that they believe the runners to have been summoned by Ministry of Recovery officials to assist in the hunt for a wanted criminal. Here with more is Zoe Crick.

ZOE CRICK: Thanks, Phil. We've had word from people here at New Canton who've seen the runners out in the field. The current consensus is that they're searching the surrounding areas for notorious cat burglar Luis "El Tejón" Ibanez. 

A warrent for the arrest of Ibanez was reportedly issued by the Ministry of Recovery after he stole the remaining Crown Jewels. Reports suggest that Ibanez barely escaped from the Tower of London with his life after being cornered by several undead beefeaters, but used a handily-placed ladder to escape over a fence to a boat waiting on the nearby Thames.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Thrilling stuff. While we wait for more on this breaking story, here's Eugene Woods with today's financial news.

EUGENE WOODS: Thanks, Phil. Movements on the market today suggest that confidence is rising in the pen as a reserve currency, while the footsie pajama index continues to fall after a spate of warm weather. And finally, the churro market is continuing to rise against the ground beef index as the price of cooking oil climbs for the third consecutive quarter. Back to you, Phil.

JACK HOLDEN: Jesus. How long did that take you?

EUGENE WOODS: Couple hours.

JACK HOLDEN: And you make fun of my rhymes?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Thanks, Eugene. That's all from us today. Your regular programming will resume shortly.

(the following clip takes place after S3M22)

ZOE CRICK: We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you breaking news. A startling development in the manhunt for Luis "El Tejón" Ibanez, as witnesses report seeing the famed cat burglar escaping pursuit in an aircraft. Here's Jack Holden with more details.

JACK HOLDEN: Thanks, Zoe. Uh, we've just received reports that a light aircraft was seen taking off from a field in the vicinity of New Canton. All signs point to the pilot being none other than "El Tejón" himself, and rumors suggest that the bandit is indeed still carrying the remains of the Crown Jewels. New Canton runners and ministry officials remain in hot pursuit. Here with some speculation about his chances of a successful escape – Phil Cheeseman and Eugene Woods.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Thanks, Jack. As much as I hate to say it, I'm confident that "El Tejón" will escape the authorities. Uh, he's known to be an expert pilot, and is especially skilled at flying the Cessna 172, which I'm blindly assuming this plane is. Given the lack of air support available to the authorities, I think we have to believe that "El Tejón" can count this as yet another daring escape.

EUGENE WOODS: I'm sorry, Phil, but I'm going to have to disagree here. Not only is the 172 far from "El Tejón"'s favorite aircraft, but there's also a severe storm closing in on the area. With the likelihood of a thunderstorm, the Cessna's famed lack of reliability in turbulent conditions, and "El Tejón" famous fear of thunder, I expect to see him grounded and apprehended before too long.

JACK HOLDEN: Well, let's hope that's the case. I, for one, would like nothing more than to see the Crown Jewels restored to their rightful home.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: India.

JACK HOLDEN: No, the... never mind. Here's Zoe Crick with today's health news.

ZOE CRICK: Thanks, Jack. Experts at Abel Township have announced their latest discovery today. Apparently, this one weird trick using commonly available post-apocalypse items will allow the general public to keep their hair completely lice-free without resorting to time-consuming screening and extermination procedures. I don't know about you, boys, but I'm looking forward to a day when I no longer have to make my monthly trip to the nurses for an encounter with their weirdly sharp metal combs.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh, it's not so bad.

ZOE CRICK: Mm. You still harping after that nurse? Leave it alone, Phil. She's not interested. Listeners, we'll be back with you shortly.

(the following clip takes place after S3M23)

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Up next, both lightning and justice strike as the manhunt for "El Tejón" comes to a dramatic conclusion. This is Newsfright, and here's Eugene Woods with your top story.

EUGENE WOODS: Thanks, Phil. Following his daring airborne escape from the authorities, the story of "El Tejón" has come to a striking end.

JACK HOLDEN: Ooh, very nice.

EUGENE WOODS: Thank you. Luis "El Tejón" Ibanez was last seen commandeering an old Cessna 172 in order to make his escape from a joint force of Ministry officials and New Canton runners. His escape, however, would prove to be thwarted by an oncoming storm, which brought him down in the hills nearby. 

Sources who are acquainted with witnesses on the ground report that the light aircraft was struck by a bolt of lightning around 15 minutes after takeoff. The lightning strike reportedly caused the Cessna's engine to fail, forcing "El Tejón" to make an emergency landing. Here with more on the crash and its aftermath – Zoe Crick.

ZOE CRICK: Thanks, Eugene. Rumors are telling us that those on the ground report seeing Ibanez corpse being taken away from the crash site. According to reports, Ibanez sustained fatal injuries during the crash of his aircraft, and his body was taken away by ministry officials for correct burial. What is uncertain, however, is the fate of "El Tejón"'s loot: none other than the Crown Jewels themselves. Here with analysis on their potential location is Jack Holden.

JACK HOLDEN: Thanks, Zoe. Now, I think it's a simple enough assumption that ministry officials have recovered the jewels from the crash site, and will return them to the secure location posthaste. But I think simple assumptions are boring, and often wrong, so I'm going to speculate that, before attempting to land, "El Tejón" threw the Crown Jewels out of the plane to a waiting accomplice who has hidden them nearby in a cleverly-marked secret cave.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: That's a strong assertion, Jack. Do you have any evidence to back that up?

JACK HOLDEN: None at all, Phil.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Okay, thanks. In which case, I'd like to remind all of our listeners that it is extremely unlikely that the Crown Jewels are currently hidden in a cave near New Canton. They should under no circumstance leave the safety of the township in order to search for a bunch of treasure which is practically valueless in today's society. With that said, I'd like to thank Jack, Zoe, and Eugene for their input today. From me, Phil Cheeseman, and from everyone here at Newsfright, goodbye.

(the following set of clips takes place between S3M25 and S3M52)

(the next four clips takes place between 8:00 p.m. and 7:00 a.m.)

ZOE CRICK: [sighs] Long day.

EUGENE WOODS: Tell me about it. It's funny. You forget how tiring it can be spending all day driving.

ZOE CRICK: [laughs] Yeah. I was never much of a long distance driver at the best of times.

EUGENE WOODS: You never take a road trip?

ZOE CRICK: Well, here and there. With friends at uni, you know. But never like this. Long days, long distances, spending nights on watch. It's different.

EUGENE WOODS: Speaking of which, how are they doing back there?

ZOE CRICK: Aww, that's sweet! They're doing top and tail like kids.

EUGENE WOODS: Wow. Phil's a braver man than me, putting his head near those feet.

ZOE CRICK: Say what you like about Phil, he's certainly not squeamish.

EUGENE WOODS: No, definitely not.

ZOE CRICK: Pretty quiet out there.

EUGENE WOODS: Yeah. Let's hope it stays that way.

ZOE CRICK: Hear, hear.

JACK HOLDEN: Just like old times, eh?

EUGENE WOODS: Yeah, although thankfully a little less dangerous.

JACK HOLDEN: [laughs, flirty tone] So we get to be on watch together, which is...

EUGENE WOODS: - nice. Not that I don't love the suggestion, but we do actually have to watch while we're on watch.

JACK HOLDEN: Well, you could keep an eye out, and I could...

EUGENE WOODS: [laughs] Don't be such a pest!

JACK HOLDEN: You're no fun. There.

EUGENE WOODS: Where?

JACK HOLDEN: By those trees. Three shamblers.

EUGENE WOODS: Got them. If we keep quiet, they should pass.

JACK HOLDEN: Come on. Nothing to see here. Just jog on.

EUGENE WOODS: [sighs] All right. [clears throat]

JACK HOLDEN: Close call. Lucky we were keeping such diligent watch, eh?

EUGENE WOODS: [laughs] Very rich, very rich.

JACK HOLDEN: I spy with my little eye something beginning with... T.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: T... T... hmm... t-, t-... trees?

JACK HOLDEN: Nope.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Tires?

JACK HOLDEN: No.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Trench?

JACK HOLDEN: No. Where is there a bloody trench?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Never mind. Go on, then. I give up.

JACK HOLDEN: Tarmac.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Ugh, fine.

JACK HOLDEN: Your turn. Or do you want to do something else? There's nothing going on out there.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Like what?

JACK HOLDEN: I don't know. Tell each other our deepest, darkest secrets?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: All right, then. I once killed a man.

JACK HOLDEN: ... what?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: I was travelling at the time, in America. Nevada. There was a man at a truck stop. He was asleep with a gun in his belt. I don't know what came over me. I just reached into his belt, cocked the gun, pulled the trigger. I guess I shot him just to watch him die. The man in Reno.

[JACK HOLDEN groans, PHIL CHEESEMAN laughs]

JACK HOLDEN: You little - ! You really had me going, there. Bloody Johnny Cash. [PHIL CHEESEMAN smacks JACK HOLDEN] Ow! Jerk.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: No no no, in that case, you'd have to prosecute the person that programmed them to steal the diamonds.

ZOE CRICK: Right, but then we get into the whole question of free will and culpability, don't we? Like, if we count the robot's being programmed as negating its ability to have free will, surely we don't have free will either. We're just programmed by past experience to do the things we do anyway. So if the robot can't be guilty of the crime, then we can't be guilty of the crimes, either.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: That's a false equivalence. Human beings aren't purposefully programmed, robots are. It's like saying that uh, if a gun can't be prosecuted for murder, then a person can't be prosecuted either!

ZOE CRICK: Ah, but you said considering a world with sentient robots, so by the terms of your own question -

EUGENE WOODS: [clears throat] Guys. Not that we aren't enjoying this debate, but seriously, could you please shut up? We're trying to sleep here. [JACK HOLDEN snores] Well, I'm trying to sleep. Jack is succeeding. Still. Keep it down, yeah?

ZOE CRICK: Sorry, Gene.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Sorry. You're still wrong.

(the next four clips take place between 6:00 a.m. and 10:00 a.m.)

[ZOE CRICK snores]

JACK HOLDEN: She's still asleep!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Out like a light.

JACK HOLDEN: I'm eating her breakfast.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: No, no, don't! She'll murder you!

JACK HOLDEN: Look, she's a pacifist.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: With words! She will murder you to death with her words!

EUGENE WOODS: Just wake her up, you idiots. Zoe! Zoe, if you don't get up now, Jack's eating your oatmeal.

ZOE CRICK: [startles awake] Jack Holden, if you so much as look at my breakfast sideways, I will make you wish you'd never been born.

JACK HOLDEN: Fine. Here you go.

ZOE CRICK: Hey, this is all soggy!

JACK HOLDEN: You snooze, you lose. [ZOE CRICK throws a pillow at JACK HOLDEN] Ow! That hit me right in the face! Eugene, she threw a pillow at me.

EUGENE WOODS: Oh dear God no, a pillow in the face.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: What about this one?

ZOE CRICK: [sniffs] Mm... cold. [sniffs] No, wait. Damp. Yeah, damp.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [sighs] I really wanted to wear that today. Okay, how about, uh... [rummages] this?

ZOE CRICK: Nope, that's definitely damp. Where did you put your bag last night?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Over there by the back door.

ZOE CRICK: Cheeseman, there's a leak in the roof back there.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh, you're kidding!

ZOE CRICK: Nope.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Bollocks.

JACK HOLDEN: There's a uh, shirt under this seat, if it helps.

ZOE CRICK: Give us a feel. Mm, yeah, this is just cold. You can wear this.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Sweet!

ZOE CRICK: Not sure why you would want to, though. It makes you look like a carrot!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Hey!

[ZOE CRICK laughs]

ZOE CRICK: Jack. Jack, time to wake up! Jack, come on! We've got to get moving. Jack!

JACK HOLDEN: [startles awake] I'm up, I'm up, I'm... oh God. Oh God, oh God! Zoe! Zoe, help, help!

ZOE CRICK: What? What is it?

JACK HOLDEN: Spider, it's a spider!

ZOE CRICK: Well, just hold still. Just - Jack, wait!

JACK HOLDEN: It's right by my ear. There's a spider in my ear!

ZOE CRICK: Stop! Stop moving around. Hold still!

JACK HOLDEN: There's a spider in my ear! Oh God oh God oh God, oh God...

ZOE CRICK: There! It's off. It's off!

JACK HOLDEN: Okay, thanks. Thank you. Oh God. Thanks...

ZOE CRICK: It's all right. It's all right. It's gone now. It's all all right.

JACK HOLDEN: [shudders] God! Why? I hate camping. Oh God. Ew!

EUGENE WOODS: Oh, my back. Jesus. [groans] Oh, you've got to be... Jack? Jack, where the hell's my crutch? Actually, where the hell's Jack?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: He's gone off with Zoe to look for water. Said he heard a river in the night.

EUGENE WOODS: Great. [clears throat] Why are you lying in the front seat?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Mm, I was looking up at some birds, and then I just couldn't be bothered to get back up.

EUGENE WOODS: Right. You okay, buddy?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah, I'm fine.

EUGENE WOODS: You don't sound fine.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: I'm just tired. This is... [sighs] I forgot how hard this is. It's um... I've been in New Canton for a long time.

EUGENE WOODS: Yeah. It's a long time since any of us have done this. It's... it'll be okay. You know, we're all in this together, Phil. And we'll get used to it. It's just going to be tough at first.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah. "It's tough at first." Story of my flipping life.

(the following clip takes place between 9:00 p.m. and 5:00 a.m.)

JACK HOLDEN: Gene! Gene, wake up! Gene! Gene! Zoe. Wake up, both of you!

ZOE CRICK: Jack, if this is another question about why the moon is bright, I'm not going to be happy.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Seriously, Zo, you want to see this.

ZOE CRICK: [sighs] Fine. Come on, Gene.

EUGENE WOODS: [startles awake] Oh God. This better be good.

JACK HOLDEN: Oh, just shut up, dummy. Look!

ZOE CRICK: Oh, wow! Wow!

EUGENE WOODS: Wow, that's...

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah.

EUGENE WOODS: It's just...

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah.

ZOE CRICK: Where do you think it's going to fall?

EUGENE WOODS: A long way from here. Maybe in the sea.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Is it dangerous?

EUGENE WOODS: I don't think so. It's moving slow for a meteorite, so it must be quite small.

ZOE CRICK: It's so bright.

EUGENE WOODS: Yeah. It's beautiful.

JACK HOLDEN: Maybe it's a sign.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Like what?

JACK HOLDEN: Like, a sign that everything's going to be all right. There's a light in the darkness, and it's not dangerous, so there's a sign that everything's going to be okay.

EUGENE WOODS: I like that.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Me, too.

ZOE CRICK: Yeah.

(the following clip takes place between 5:00 p.m. and 9:00 p.m.)

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Right right right, then it's, [sings] "Out on the road, not in the radio shack."

JACK HOLDEN: Yeah yeah yeah. No no, that's great, that's great. Now put it with the – so it goes, [sing] "Eugene and Zoe - "

PHIL CHEESEMAN and JACK HOLDEN: [singing] "- Phil and Jack. We're out on the road, not in the radio shack."

JACK HOLDEN: No, it has to go -

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah, then we go back into the verse -

ZOE CRICK: [bangs on the van] Dinner, y'all.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Aw, nice. Thanks, Zo!

JACK HOLDEN: What is it today, Eugene?

EUGENE WOODS: Squirrel.

JACK HOLDEN: [sighs] Roast, or stew.

EUGENE WOODS: Stew. Just come and eat it.

JACK HOLDNE: Mm, stew. Come on, Phil.

ZOE CRICK: [sings] "Making mushrooms, frying up some mushrooms. Add some squirrel and we're frying squirrel mushrooms. Frying mushrooms, oh! Making mushrooms, frying up some mushrooms. Add some squirrel and we're frying squirrel mushrooms. Squirrel mushrooms!"

EUGENE WOODS: What are you singing, Zo?

ZOE CRICK: [clears throat] Uh, nothing.

EVERYONE: [singing] "Making mushrooms, frying up some mushrooms. Add some squirrel and we're frying squirrel mushrooms. Frying mushrooms, oh! Making mushrooms, frying up some mushrooms. Add some squirrel and we're frying squirrel mushrooms. Squirrel mushrooms!"

PHIL CHEESEMAN: I thought we still had squirrel left over.

EUGENE WOODS: No, we used the last of it yesterday.

ZOE CRICK: And the pigeon?

JACK HOLDEN: Spoiled.

ZOE CRICK: Bollocks.

EUGENE WOODS: It'd be easier if we had salt, or some way of smoking the meat. But -

ZOE CRICK: Apocalypse.

EUGENE WOODS: - apocalypse.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: So it's rice for dinner again?

EUGENE WOODS: Unless you're ready to try eating grubs.

ZOE CRICK: Nope.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh, no.

JACK HOLDEN: Rice is okay. ... What kind of grubs?

(the following clip takes place between 4:00 a.m. and 10:00 a.m.)

ZOE CRICK: I don't see anything.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Shh.

ZOE CRICK: But -

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Shh.

ZOE CRICK: A rabbit! [foliage rustles, PHIL CHEESEMAN sighs] Sorry.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Uh, it's fine. We'll just uh, we'll just wait a bit longer.

(the following clip takes place between 6:00 a.m. and 11:00 a.m.)

[PHIL CHEESEMAN and EUGENE WOODS snore, van door opens]

ZOE CRICK: Ding dong! Home are the hunters.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [startles awake] Jennifer?

EUGENE WOODS: Hang on.

ZOE CRICK: Come on, lazybones. We've got to get moving soon.

EUGENE WOODS: How'd you do?

JACK HOLDEN: Ask Zoe. She's the master hunter.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: If you say so.

ZOE CRICK: I do bloody say so, Mister Cheeseman. Look: two rabbits, and a flipping pigeon!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: You are amazing.

EUGENE WOODS: Nice work, guys!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Seriously, I'm impressed. Nice!

JACK HOLDEN: So, Gene, going to make us a nice stew later?

EUGENE WOODS: Hell, with that much meat, I'll make you four!

JACK HOLDEN: Ha! Hunting high five. Hey, stew high five. Cheeseman, high five!

(the following clip takes place between S3M25 and S3M52)

JACK HOLDEN: Well now, listeners, we've got a bit of a surprise today.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Is it cake? Did we find a cake?

ZOE CRICK: Seriously, Phil, where do you think we'd find a bloody cake around here?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: A man can dream, Zoe. A man can dream!

JACK HOLDEN: No, it isn't cake. It's actually a bit more exciting than that. Eugene, you're going to be especially interested in this.

EUGENE WOODS: That'll make a change.

JACK HOLDEN: All right, mister! Hold the snark until you hear the call. Here we go.

RACHEL DENNIS: Hello, Radio Cabel. I am long time listener, an avid fan, and a first time caller. My name is Rachel P. Dennis, [EUGENE WOODS gasps] and I'm calling in with a bit of an odd request. As some of your listeners may be aware, I was in the process of writing the final book in my Laments of the World saga at the time of the outbreak. In fact, I was in the process of approving final copy edits to the book prior to its publication. Due to certain complications around that time, the book never saw publication. Now I find myself preparing to leave my home and settle somewhere more peaceful -

EUGENE WOODS: [whispers] Oh God.

RACHEL P. DENNIS: - but I don't want to do so without securing my legacy. As such, I would be greatly obliged if the four of you could find time on your tour to come and meet me, in order for you to take the manuscript and broadcast it to your listeners. [EUGENE WOODS gasps] Being able to release the ending of my saga to the public would make me extremely happy. I hope you can help me. Yours, Rachel P. Dennis.

EUGENE WOODS: Oh my God.

JACK HOLDEN: Yeah, thought you'd like that.

EUGENE WOODS: Oh my God!

ZOE CRICK: Is he okay?

EUGENE WOODS: I...

ZOE CRICK: Hello? Eugene?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Try slapping him.

EUGENE WOODS: I can't...

JACK HOLDEN: That only works in the movies.

EUGENE WOODS: Oh my God!

ZOE CRICK: Well, it finally happened. We finally broke Eugene!

(the following clip takes place between S3M51 and S3M52)

[indistinct sound from a radio]

JACK HOLDEN: I can't hear, it's not clear enough.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Is there anything you can do? Zoe? It's on the emergency frequency; it must be important!

ZOE CRICK: Let me see if I can reposition the antenna.

JACK HOLDEN: That's better! I, uh...

PHIL CHEESEMAN: What are they saying?

JACK HOLDEN: Give me a minute, Phil. ... oh God.

EUGENE WOODS: What is it?

JACK HOLDEN: I, uh... war. They're talking about war. New Canton, they've... no one knows for sure, but it looks like they're under her control.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: No!

ZOE CRICK: Oh God.

JACK HOLDEN: It's uh... it's not clear exactly what's happening. This is all secondhand, but they're... they're saying... they're saying New Canton have attacked Abel! Reports of explosions in Dunder Woods. Many dead.

EUGENE WOODS: Jesus.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Is anyone safe? Is there any news – is New Canton still standing? What's – what's going on?

ZOE CRICK: What do they know, Jack?

JACK HOLDEN: That's it, that's all they're saying. It's just, it's chaos! Wait, wait, wait. They're talking about us.

ZOE CRICK: What?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: What are they saying?

JACK HOLDEN: It's Amelia. It's not clear, I'm barely picking it up. Something about a transmitter in the van. Useful intel, contact... it's gone. I... what does it mean, Gene?

EUGENE WOODS: Doesn't matter now. Turn it off.

JACK HOLDEN: I...

EUGENE WOODS: Turn it off! Let's just keep moving.

(the following set of clips takes place after S3M52, on the Belafonte, after the characters describe the boat but before they sight land)

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [singing] "What shall we do with a drunken sailor?"

EVERYONE: [singing] "What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning?"

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [singing] "Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober."

EVERYONE: [singing] "Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober. Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober early in the morning. Hooray, and up she rises. Hooray, and up she rises. Hooray, and up she rises early in the morning."

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [singing] "What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor?"

EVERYONE: [singing] "What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning?"

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [singing] "Put him in the scuppers with the hosepipe on him."

EVERYONE: [singing] "Put him in the scuppers with the hosepipe on him. Put him in the scuppers with the hosepipe on him early in the morning. Hooray, and up she rises. Hooray, and up she rises. Hooray, and up she rises early in the morning."

[everyone laughs]

JACK HOLDEN: [singing] "To Cuba's coast we're bound, me boys."

EVERYONE: [singing] "'Way, the boys, to Cuba."

JACK HOLDEN: [singing] "To Cuba's coast, now, don't make a noise."

EVERYONE: [singing] "We're running down to Cuba. 'Way, the boys, to Cuba. We're running down to Cuba."

JACK HOLDEN: [singing] "The captain, he will trim the sails."

EVERYONE: [singing] "'Way, the boys, to Cuba."

JACK HOLDEN: [singing] "Winging the water over the rails."

EVERYONE: [singing] "We're running down to Cuba. 'Way, the boys, to Cuba. We're running down to Cuba."

JACK HOLDEN: [singing] "Oh my God! How the wind do blow."

EVERYONE: [singing] "'Way, the boys, to Cuba."

JACK HOLDEN: [singing] "Running south from the ice and the snow."

EVERYONE: [singing] "We're running down to Cuba. 'Way, the boys, to Cuba. We're running down to Cuba."

EUGENE WOODS: Is it time, is it time?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yes, Gene, it's time.

EUGENE WOODS: Yes! Let's do it.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Zoe?

ZOE CRICK: [clears throat] Radio Cabel now has the great privilege to present Truesong's Triumph, the final volume in Rachel P. Dennis' epic Laments of the World saga, serialized in many parts. How long is this thing?

EUGENE WOODS: 1500 pages.

ZOE CRICK: 15 – [sighs] Okay. Many, many parts, then. Bloody hell, I hope this is good.

EUGENE WOODS: It's amazing!

JACK HOLDEN: Did you finish it already?

EUGENE WOODS: [laughs] Of course!

JACK HOLDEN: Maniac.

ZOE CRICK: Phil, are you ready?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: If you're sitting comfortably, then I will begin. [turns page, clears throat] In the long winter that followed Lord Ravenwood's capture of Minesburg, the dark cloud of his rule spread across the land, poisoning the minds of all the folk of the nine kingdoms, turning what once was good into evil, what once was fertile into barren, and what once was magic into the mundane.

With the power of the thrice-forked staff, the dark magus had eliminated all remnants of resistance to his power. All remnants but one. For in the darkest of those nights, hushed conversations in taverns and stables and drawing rooms spoke of one who still remembered the old ways. One who still carried the emblems of her ancestors. One in whom the old magics still were strong, and who would return to purge the darkness from the land: Lea Truesong.

EUGENE WOODS: [laughs, whispers] So good!

JACK HOLDEN: [whispers] Shh! Don't interrupt.

EUGENE WOODS: [whispers] Sorry.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Lea Truesong. A name that many had forgotten. A name some thought only a myth. A name that would come to live in legend forever.

EUGENE WOODS: [laughs] This book is amazing!

JACK HOLDEN and ZOE CRICK: Shh!

EUGENE WOODS: Lea's eyes grew wide as she regarded the face of her old teacher.

ZOE CRICK: "Master Nellin, I thought you were - "

JACK HOLDEN: "Dead, my child? No, my dear, not dead. Not dead, but still living. And a fine thing, too, for I can see you are in a pretty pickle, and much in need of help from your old teacher."

ZOE CRICK: "Master Nellin, it has been a long time since I sat in your study to learn the chants and charms. I'm not the young girl you once taught to raise an oak or bring the summer rain. I am Lea Truesong, salvation of the seven tribes, bringer of summer, the voice that will sing the lament of this world and every world to come, and every world that has ever been! I need the help of no one."

EUGENE WOODS: Master Nellin chuckled, his chest wheezing and his eyes glimmering like diamonds in darkness.

JACK HOLDEN: [chuckles, wheezes] "You always were a proud one, Lea Truesong. Always so proud and always so stubborn. Be not so quick to refuse the help of an old friend. And on the road ahead, you will need many friends, and you will need much help, especially without your magic. Come, now. Let me free you from those chains before the guards return."

EUGENE WOODS: But before the old master could reach through the bars, Lea heard the bone-chilling creak and moan of the dungeon door, old oak scratching on bloodstained stone.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: "Oh? Who's leaning through them bars? Alarm! Alarm! The prisoner's escaping!"

EUGENE WOODS: Startled by the guard, afraid for her life, Lea felt the old magics coursing through her veins once more.

ZOE CRICK: "Not now - "

EUGENE WOODS: - she thought, as she felt the air around her begin to heat, a conflagration begin to form, her power begin to loose itself uncontrollably.

ZOE CRICK: "Master Nellin, run!"

ZOE CRICK: Bran Firebane tightened his grip, the ornate carvings on the handle of his sword, Light Bringer, burning in his hand.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: "The time has come, Kien. There are no more rat holes left for you to hide in."

ZOE CRICK: Kien Vallick curled his lip back in a sneer, his hand lazily drawing a poisoned knife from his belt, the very knife with which he had carried out his murderous deeds.

EUGENE WOODS: "Firebane, you're like the sore that just won't heal. But what you say is right: the time has come. The time for you to die!"

ZOE CRICK: Drawing his hand back and leaping across the table in a single movement, Vallick struck at Firebane's throat. It was only his lightning reflexes, honed through his training with the priests of Devellion which saved Bran's life.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: "Not today, Kien. Not today."

ZOE CRICK: - uttered Bran Firebane as he slid Light Bringer's burning blade deep into Vallick's chest. Blood sizzled and popped around the wound as the old betrayor's life left his body.

EUGENE WOODS: [groans] "Curse you, Firebane. Curse you to the ends of this world and the next. Curse you to see all that you love burn as the final song is sung. Curse you!"

JACK HOLDEN: And so it was that Lea Truesong climbed the mountain of Sennalish, the mountain at the end of the world. And so it was that she reached the summit, her hair thick with snow, her fingers frozen, bloody, to the thrice-forked staff, her body shaking with hunger and exhaustion. And so it was that there, on that day, high above the ken of mortals, Lea opened her mouth to sing the world's lament. The end.

ZOE CRICK: Wow.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah.

ZOE CRICK: That was really good.

JACK HOLDEN: I enjoyed that.

[EUGENE WOODS cries]

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Gene, are you crying?

EUGENE WOODS: Yeah, I just... I can't believe that it's over.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Aw, buddy. Come here.

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[liopleurodean]

Season 8, Episode 6: Southern Comfort

Had a heart attack cause I didn't read the Missouri part of that

Spooky

Uh oh

Oh goodness

What the heck?

Yeah, and?

Kinda, yeah

Sam, you really don't

Sam.

He has every right

Nope

Yikes

Mm, maybe

Fair enough

In Missouri?

Garth, really?

The glamour shot 😭

Keep it professional, Garth

Garth.

Interesting choice

He's pulling Bobby AND the boys

No one replaces Bobby

I mean, fair

I guess?

Uh oh

Poor guy

Yeah

Thank you, Garth

Blech. Confederate flag

But it's green

Ew

Yeah, fair

Man is prepared for anything

Poor girl

Garth, no

Vengeful spirit?

Interesting

That's... one way to put it

Still could work

Okay then

Purgatory! It sucked

Yup

Oh boy

Long story

You're in Missouri

Ouch

Fought the tooth fairy

Oh wow

Yikes

Uh oh

Asthma?

What's in his ear?

That coffee is gonna be used as a weapon

Yup

That's horrifying

Whaaat

Ghost?

Yeah, I figured when he used it wrong

It's a clue

Dude! No!

Oh, Dean...

Great

Not really

She's talking weird

Really?

I guess

More flashbacks

Poor girl

That's suspicious

Yeah

Garth.

Dude. Absolutely not

That's only a tiny part of it

Get it in your head, you're not Bobby

Yeah.

It's not, though. You can do the research, you can help the others, but you need to stop mimicking everything he did.

Interesting

And that's different?

Bobby has nice handwriting

Oh boy

I guess

Sounds like fun

Oh, that'll go well

Must've cleaned everything up

A rubber band?

Oh boy

Gotta burn it, Garth

I guess

Not really

Yeah

Uh oh

Poor guy

Uh oh

Is it the keys?

That's whack

But not the deputy!

Yeah

For what?

Let's hope Dean doesn't get possessed

No kidding

Oh boy

Right...

Ah. The puppy dog eyes

Ew, I hate that kind of truck

Small town, old grudges

Yikes

It's more common than you think

That was weird

I'll bet it does

Uh oh

Bad idea

Dude, look at him

Can't really argue with that

Man, kids are so stupid

First person with a real grudge I guess

It's like the One Ring

Really, Sam?

And you never seem to learn from them

Kind of important

Wow, Sam

Come on, Sam, he's got a point

Won't he? He's still got problems

Not really

Eh, kinda

Not yet, at least

Oh, good

Hey, it worked

No!

Oh wait, he doesn't have any grudges

Got Sonic on there?

That was better

Hugs?

Jesse James outlaw days?

There we go!

HAMMER

That one's easy

Uh oh

Hey! That's where it's at

Okay then

Yeah, and you didn't do anything about it

Right

Probably not

Huh. Okay

The unintentional Wincest parallels are sickening

Texas, huh?

It was a sucky reason, Sam!

He hid Benny because he knew this would happen! The same reason you hid Amy, and he wanted to break the stupid cycle of revenge and needless bloodshed!

Right.

Dang it, Sam

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[liopleurodean]

Season 7, Episode 13: The Slice Girls

Spooky

Interesting music

That's a weird zoom

Rip that guy

Whoa.

That's just freaky

Dean is snoring 😂

Hey, alcohol is alcohol

They're not most people

Doubt it

You've gone for less

That's fun

Yeah, not really

At least there's a pattern

Awesome!

Dean.

Dean, no

Yeah

That's horrifying

Absolutely not. Dean's not even close to ready for that

Mm, not really

Ew

These are some weird camera angles

He probably learned it from anime

Great music

They're really gonna do that side-by-side? Yikes

I heard that was a hard scene to film on Jensen's part 😂

WOW THE SHOTS

Rip Dean

Really? Dean's too old for a hookup?

Yeah

Something tells me it's not a guy

Poor guy

Uh oh

It's a lead

Really, Dean?

Wow

What were you expecting, Dean?

He sounds actually beat up about it

I know that's supposed to be plot twisty, but I kind of already knew it was coming

That's just sad

That place does not look sterile

Baby Emma Winchester

Yeah...

Okay..?

Dude! Talk about greedy

Hey, that sounds like fun

Come on, dude

Okay then

He's a hack

Yeah

It's a rare occasion

Ooh, bad idea

YIKES

Ouch

That's a shock

Oh, definitely

Buddy, you have no idea

He's got a point

That's suspicious

That's rough

Um. A serial killer?

Yeah!

Yeah...

Why would the autopsy guy know that?

Stakeout time

Not exactly

There's definitely something wrong

He definitely hasn't dodged the bullet yet

Dean's catching on

You mean this happens to you a lot, Dean?

How did they not notice the tail?

He's a hunter, Sam. He'll still have his eyes peeled for anything, and that'll register

Probably more like 7

I'm glad that Dean figured it out

This is concerning

Ew

They don't care

Exactly like Wonder Woman.

This should be ringing bells in your head, Dean

Crap

Oh, you haven't dealt with the Winchesters

Sam.

I actually know a lot of this

Ha! What did Dean say?

Yup

Oh, Dean...

Something tells me Dean wasn't entirely in control there

I'm sorry, Dean

Yikes

And Dean would fit the agenda

What the heck is that supposed to mean, Sam?

That's spooky

What?

He's on edge, stop being rude

This is ridiculous

Aka Amazons

Wow, Sam

Ooh, nice!

There she is

Is that a move, or not?

I can't tell if she actually wants help

I really do feel bad for her

Did she?

She looks serious

He never said that

Touche

Dude.

Yeah no dip

It's the daughters

A little

Crap

Well, you're not much better

That's such a fake prop

Very greek-style blade, though

Double crap

The single pink suitcase among all of the boys' belongings

That's a sucky amount of food, Dean

Please don't

Dang it, Sam

Yeah, well

Doesn't mean much

Exactly

Not necessarily

Are you sure?

It's too late to play that game

I wish they had made better choices

Literally

They've already cleared out

Oh, Dean

And then they totally forgot about it

Oh, that's a fair point

Wasn't she?

Yeah, that's what happens!

It made more sense in his head

Not really

Oh, Dean...

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 7 episode 13 #the slice girls

[liopleurodean]

Season 6, Episode 22: The Man Who Knew Too Much

I don't know if I can take this montage

Well that's a great way to start an episode

She doesn't want trouble, Sam

...Sam?

Well crap

He's probably not

Nice

Doctors won't help him

No, like the apocalypse

Ah, that might help

Something like that

There we go

Okay

Probably not

You really don't want to get involved

Right...

Instinct

Nope

Nice!

That's the question of the hour

No, keep doing it, it might remind him of Dean

Awesome

Yeah, that was your choice

Flashback?

Uh oh

Yeah, Cas can be ruthless

Easy ingredients

No, it's okay

Oh, Bobby, I'm sorry

Cas. Stop.

Dang it Cas

What is that supposed to mean?

A lot of things

Mm, that's what you think

Asdfghjkl he called Dean a male model

You didn't really have to be there in the first place

Okay, now I'M weirded out. Where's Dean, and why did he leave Baby?

He probably won't

Baby!

What???

What the heck is happening

Cas! What the heck!

Oh Dean...

He sounds like he's two steps away from full-on sobs

Yeah, well, I don't blame him

That's the plan

Nope, the cops won't help

Why are you still with him?

The outside world is affecting his dream

She brought this up on herself

Yeah, that would be concerning

That forest is pretty cleared out

That was freaky

This music is giving Minecraft

What. Is happening

Pfft, yeah

Who's talking? That's not Sam

That's not entirely his fault

Okay, so we have HunterSam and ParanoidSam

Oh, HunterSam is actually SoullessSam

That's a bad idea

RegularSam is kind of a wimp, but I still prefer a whiny mess over the jerk

Interesting

Wow, good job

Uh oh

Okay, that makes things easier

Just a year, though

Dang it, Sam

Wow.

Yeah, well

Hey, they can do some things

Fair

Thanks

He has nice handwriting

Okay, I respect that

Yay

Interesting

Wow, Cas

I think that's the point

It sometimes doesn't feel like it

Sorry to burst your bubble, Crowley

Nope.

Weird

That's spooky

So who is this? DemonSam?

Ah. That one

Oh, Dean

He'll get there. Eventually

Dean, is that your gun?

Nice, Sherlock

That was a horrible analogy

Jess is alive here? I guess it makes sense

Good question

Okay, that's fair

Interesting choice

Wake up, Sleeping Beauty

Ouch.

Is it me, Jesus?

Oh, Cas

Will you?

No, I don't think he is

Maybe stop and think about why, Cas

Dang it, Cas

And just when I actually started to like him

Great

Dean

I thought that was just the soundtrack

War drums?

Nice

Whoa

Baby!!!

Sorry, Cas

That's really not good

I thought it was beneath you too, Cas

Sounds a bit like you, Cas

Not a chance

Wow, Crowley

Flee it is

Baby!!!!!!

Oh good, the guys are okay. BUT BABY

Uh oh

Ouch

Yikes, that's gotta hurt

Come on, Sam

They were duped

Thanks Cas

That's weird

Cas...

What did he do?

Poor Jimmy

Yikes

That's not really Cas anymore

They had every reason to

He's scared. That's a defensive stance and he's talking carefully

Cas won't let him

Cas, absolutely not

Not yet, but he doesn't know that

Please, Cas

That might be a part of it, but it's not all

That's not even remotely true

It didn't work

I didn't elect you

Oh, he's going classic

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