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discotitsposts · 20 days

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true genius-

my actual favorite episode ever ever ever I’m SO INSANE FOR THIS EPIDODE

this is like the first one o watched on my own ITS SO GOOD

reid centered so yayy

this is how i fell in love w him

spoilers ahead

YAYYYYY NOSTALGIA!!!!!!!

lol typical making out in a car

DID I MENTION THISBIS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE EPISODE

FINN WITTROCK IS IN THIS TOO

the zodiac killer case is so interesting like wym dude never got caught

A FETISH FOR TREES

POOR BABY IS SO NERVOUS

ITS HIS BJRTBDAY IN THIS EP TOO

the cOUGHING

“yes a fetish for trees” HES SO AWKWARD I LOVE YOU REID

no he LEAVES NOOO

lol this guy runs a company

The way if reid was at a conference i’d run and be listening to every word

awww reid’s sad :(

rossi lol “no way” yes way

this is so interesting like how did bro get the original artifacts from the real case (i know how he did it)

reid reid reid!!!!

imagine if spencer knew how many people love him and write fanfic about him LMAO

he’d be a little terrified let’s be honest

but just a little

UGH EVERYONES SO HOT

“three can keep a secret if two are dead” i thought this was criminal minds not pretty little liars

i can’t even tell you how many times i’ve seen this episode

like this is MY episode i claim this one lol

CHESS YOUNKNOW WHO ELSE LIKES CHESS

SPENCER

bros playing chess on break

SPENCERRRRRR

lol enlightening

he wants the printed out version of the paper 💞💞

the way spencer just knew this wasn’t the real zodiac killer is why i was like this guys great 💞💞💞 my heart

AHHHHHHAHEJDJWBEWJWIROSOWBDBEKENFNF

IM SO EXCITED TI BE WATCHING THIS ONE

it’s so funny because i’ll be watching this show and this is my view

the barbie’s r like wtf

THIS GUY LYING ABOUT HIS COUISN

lol reid ended this guy

LOL

LUCKILY I GUESS ITS NOT YOUR COUSIN AHAHAH ATE

FINN WITTROCK💞💞

LOL his presentation

“your soulmate is standing before you now” is he talking about the lady or himself

i remember originally watching this because finn wittrock but fell for spencer/matthew instead lol

i like this detective from the local pd

“where do people find the time” lol reid

dr spencer reid i love your mind

“youre not as smart as you think you are” 😫😫😫💞💞💞SIR IM STUPID FOR YOU 💞💞💞

REID IN PURPLEEEEEE

OMG HES STANDING IN THE SUNLUGHT

y’all have to see this

UGHHHH💞🕳️🕳️🕳️💞💞💞

profile!!

REID AT THE COFFE SHOP STOEOEJDWH

dude has a detective board

lol he thinks she wants to call off the wedding

bro she doesn’t want you

REID NO YOUVE PASSED EXPECTSTIONS YOURE PERFECT I LOVE YOU

“How old are you 29,”

“I’m 30” NOOOOOOOOOOO

nikola tesla my beloved

emily lol

doesn’t he accidentally see a pattern lol dudes so smart

emily’s little smile lol

for he

god he’s so smart

the problem is i think i could understand the code and idk my iq but it’s prob not 160 or above

how do u even calculate that shit

reid’s face is perfect

the taxi driver, didn’t he kidnap the best friends wife from the back of the cab

i don’t think i made this very clear but this is my favorite episode EVER

i’m gonna fucking bite spencer if he keeps being so adorable

finn ain’t no angel in this

vegas!! matthew’s hometown

REID IN THE BACKGROUND

heTALKSK SO FAST I LOVENIT SM

mY leg itcjes

i also would like to catch the zodiac

REID ON THE FHAIR

staring at nothing

HAHAH

best friend activities

REIDS HANDS MOVE SO FAST

i need him now

aDmiT iT yOure HaVing FuUuN

i literally can’t get cozy

A CHESS SWUARE

listening to him💞 💋

no matches

doesn’t he plant a piece of evidence

yep

they found him

o love when reid comes up behind him

bro kidnapped his future wife

UEAH THEY KILLED SOMEONE OMG

it’s spencer reid’s world we’re just living in it

bro said “sanctimonious” wtf does that mean

“not really” 💞💞💞💞💞

the vest 😫😫💞💞

i don’t think harvey here is going to shanghai anymore he going to jail

SULPHURIC ACID dude that’s insane

LOL REID “i’m sure he’ll send you a postcard”

AWWW REID AND HIS COFFEE

THE BIRTHDAY PARTY

spencer reid you’ve made the biggest difference in my life 💘💘💘

AWWWWWW HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPENCER

lol morgan the way he’s in his 40s now😭

awww him blowing out the candles he looks so happy

the end

MY FAVORITE EPISODE MWAH MY BELOVED 💋💋💋💋

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #criminal minds rewatch #matthewgraygubler #dr spencer reid #true genius

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jake-g-lockley · 2 years

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Uncontrollable: Part 1 (Poe Dameron x fem!reader)

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Summary: You are sworn enemies with Poe Dameron, but alcohol likes to tell a different story. Warnings: MINORS DNI. Swearing, alcohol consumption (drink responsibly kids), fem masturbation, heavy smut in next part. Word Count: 2.2 k words

A/N: If you think Part 1 is descriptive, wait till y'all see part two. I seriously have no idea what possessed me to write this but here we are. More moon boys stuff coming soon hehe. (GIF not mine)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your POV

“That was a shit job! Snap, back me up on this.” your voice cuts through the cheers that greeted you as you climb out of your X-Wing, ripping off your vest.

“You’re the one who decided it was best to ignore your commanding officer and do whatever the fuck you wanted to do!” The Commander’s voice echoed around the docking bay and people turned to watch the bickering unfold.

You were not going down without a fight. Not yet today. Never. Not when the argument was with him.

“I said I had everything under control and I was going to blast that last TIE out of the fucking sky, when you decided that it’ll be be best to let your big ass ego take control of you again and stop me!” You yell as you take a step closer to the fuming pilot.

“You could have been killed if I didn’t cover you!”

“So? Why the fuck do you care if I’m dead or alive, Commander?” Your words echoed through the hangar.

For once in your life, the commander was rendered silent. His gaze hardened and he scowled, clenching his jaw, upper lip twitching.

“The both of you need to stop this nonsense at once.” A shiver ran down your spine as you spun around to see the General walking towards you and Poe.

“All this constant bickering for weeks. You both do realize that we’re fighting on the same side, right?” She questioned as you and Poe hung your heads. “This was an overall win and you both should be celebrating, not throwing insults like a bunch of teenagers.”

You hated every single second that he was in the room with you and your sleeping arrangements at base were not helping either. Due to some stupid scheduling issue, he was your bunk mate and you both had to share quarters. You endlessly tried to opt for a transfer after every argument but the transfers were denied every single time.

“The both of you need to loosen up, go have some fun. That is an order.” You grimaced at Leia’s words but nodded.

You really didn’t like disappointing Leia. She was, afterall, the reason why you were here in the first place. She was right, you and him were fighting on the same side no matter how much you despised him. Besides, the overall win was something to definitely celebrate and you needed something to take the edge off the anger you were currently feeling.

Few drinks in and you were a different person, making up dances with Rose, throwing your head back and laughing at anything that you thought was funny. You were relatively tipsy when you leaned onto the table to take another shot, blurily locking eyes with your sworn enemy, who was leaning casually in a seat close to your right.

“Oh, look who's here to spoil my night. Commander Casanova. Thought you’d be fucking some mechanic or tech in some alley somewhere…” you slurred, leaning close to him, your nose inches from the shell of his ear.

“Ah, so you were thinking about me fucking, huh?” he whispered.

“Oh, fuck you.” You lowly laughed in his ear and grabbed the shot, downing it and slamming the glass back onto the table.

“I think you should go slow on the drinks, Y/N.” Finn chastised, patting your forearm.

“Well, I think I shouldn’t, mom.” you say sticking out your tongue and turning to walk back to the dance floor.

You continued your little pattern; dancing, drinking, peeing and repeating, till you were drunk beyond comprehension. Still, that one lingering thought remained in your head.

Poe Dameron.

Fuck, you hated him so much that you spent hours just thinking about how you would absolutely destroy him. All the pranks and ignoring rank didn’t quench your thirst for the hatred you felt. It was like an uncontrollable addiction, hating him. You hated that he was always so optimistic, brave and cocky. You hated the fact that he was such an amazing pilot and commander. You hated that he tried to save your life. You hated the praises that he would often dish out to the squadron. You hated his stupid cute face and fluffy boyish curls.

Cute? Maker, you were definitely losing it.

You stumbled towards your room, thoughts swimming nauseatingly around your head. After a few tries with the keypad, the door flew open and you stumbled into the darkness of your room. You kicked off your boots and jumped into your bed with the last of your strength.

“Ah, so you were thinking about me fucking, huh?” his voice echoed in your head as you shifted in your bed.

Yes, yes you were and still are. You’ve heard tales of his endeavors and a part of you wanted to experience it yourself. The rumors were not enough, you wanted to feel his rough skillful hands running down every inch of your body. You wanted those commanding lips of his to whisper dirty secrets into your ears till you surrendered all of your being to him.

But you also wanted that pilot with such sacrilegious and obscene sin that could even make a sith blush, cower and hide. You wanted to do things to him that were so filthy it made you squirm as you felt the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. Immediately, you bring two of your fingers to your lips and suck them, pulling the wet digits out and sliding them down your pants with your bottom lip between your teeth.

The second they came into contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, you sigh, his name tumbling out of your mouth. You giggled stupidly at how his name rolled off your tongue with ease, the alcohol making you nearly delirious as you slipped a finger into your wetness for some relief.

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Poe’s POV Poe squinted into the darkness, almost positive that he heard his name being called. He listened intently until he heard it again and it was coming from the bottom bunk. His eyes widened at the sound of your voice, and an electrifying shiver coursed through his body as he shot up from his bed. Silently, he peeked over the top bunk to look down at you and saw you writhing in your sleep. He glanced at the clock and slowly slipped out of bed, climbing down the ladder to wake you up from whatever dream you were having. Then, a gut-wrenching moan tore through the silence of the room making him stumble.

His eyes scan over your form and his mouth dropped when his gaze trailed over your right arm that was slotted between your legs. He knelt down beside your bed and stared, not believing what he was seeing. Your eyes were blissfully shut, wet lips parting slightly, looking absolutely divine in the dark. You arched your back, and moaned his name again as the shameful wet sound of your pussy filled his ears. He thickly swallowed as he watched your left hand traveled up your thigh and slipped under your resistance issued shirt to palm your tit.

“Fuck, use my body to do whatever you please, Poe.” you whined and Poe had to grip the edge of the bed tighter to physically stop his hands from moving. He knew that if he started on you, he couldn’t trust himself to stop.

Poe shifted uncomfortably as he felt his own arousal take over his body. For the second time today, you had rendered him absolutely stunned and speechless. Watching you was absolute torture but he didn’t want you to stop. You never called him by his first name, always by his ranking and you saying his name in this suggestive position was absolutely sacred to him. His name sounded like a prayer in your shallow breath and it clawed through him like a painful poison, squeezing the air out of his lungs.

The vulgar sounds around him escalated and he knew you were close. He watched with lust blown eyes as your body shudders and your toes curl under the pressure that had built up in you. Poe bit his bottom lip so hard that he drew blood as you soundlessly mouthed his name again and again.

Fuck.

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Your POV “Ughh…”

You woke up with a splitting headache and you got up to dash to the refresher to puke as the nausea took over every cell of your body. You stared at the state of your face in the mirror above the sink and decided that it wasn’t your worst hangover look. You shrugged, pulling your toothbrush to brush the icky taste out of your mouth.

You strained, trying to remember the events of last night. The last thing you could remember was the snarky remark that Poe whispered in your ear. You roll your eyes and shake your head, stepping out of the refresher. You glance at Poe’s bunk and he wasn't there, his bed was neatly made as usual. You shrug your yesterday’s clothes off and pull on a fresh pair, throwing the dirty laundry into the basket beside the bed.

You trudged into the cantina with a scowl etched to your face, and slumped onto a bench where Finn handed you a mug of steaming coffee.

“I warned you to slow down, Y/N.” he said, patting your back and fondly ruffling your hair as you grumpily sip the coffee.

“Did I do something stupid yesterday, mother?” you say to Finn, only to hear a scoff from Poe who was sitting beside Finn.

“Not that I know of?” Finn said, narrowing his eyes and glancing at Poe.

Your gaze met Poe’s and a chill ran down your spine. He was staring at you with a ghost of a smirk etched onto his face, his eyes darker than usual. You blink and look away, confused. Soon after you did, Poe got up and left without a word.

“What’s up with Mr. Grumpy Pants?” you question, your eyes following him out of the cantina.

“Don’t ask me, I don’t know.” Finn said, holding his hands up.

You sigh and scroll through your datapad, looking at your schedule for the day. ‘Training with Black Leader’ was on the top of the schedule and you groaned, not wanting to spend the whole morning training with Poe. Still, you gulped down the rest of your coffee, said bye to Finn and made your way to the training facility.

Poe was there, his hands wrapped as he hit the punching bag in front of him, wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his jacket discarded at the corner of the facility. His muscles glistened with sweat as he pounded the bag with immense strength.

“Wanna spar, Commander?” you ask smugly, but he continued to ignore you, administering more punches to the bag.

You shrug and settle down onto the floor to start stretching as you watch him, popping a chewstim into your mouth. Something seems to be bothering him immensely because that punching bag was really getting pummeled left right and center. A wave of pleasure surged through you with the realization that something was making Poe Dameron extremely riled up.

“Today’s session is going to be fun.” You thought as your jaw worked the chewstim.

Poe continued his assault on the punching bag until every single member of the Black Squadron had arrived.

“Alright, everyone take your places.” his voice boomed around the facility.

You got up and shuffled towards Jessika, but you felt a strong hand close around your wrist, pulling you until you were flush against a wall of muscle. You swallow the gasp that threatened to escape you as you turn around to look at Poe, who kept his gaze on the rest of the members.

You continue to hold your steady gaze at him as he belted out instructions that you barely hear from the rush of blood that sounded in your ears. His hand is still gripping your wrist tightly and you were sure he was leaving a bruise on you but you were too shocked to move.

Once he was done instructing the rest, he lowered his lips to your ears.

“Spit that gum out before I force it out of you.” he whispered and you rolled your eyes.

You wrench your wrist out of his grasp and walk to the bin and spat it out before joining Poe in the center of the facility. Without a word, the both of you start sparring, Poe skillfully deflecting your attacks and advancements while simultaneously avoiding your eye contact. You draw back and prowl around Poe, trying to catch his eye.

“What the fuck is up with you today?” you say, before you can stop yourself.

“No talking while sparring.” he simply says and starts administering hits that you blocked.

“No, really, what's got you so riled up, Commander.” you tease again, picking the clearly bleeding scab.

Without subsequent warning, Poe grabs you and flips you over, your body landing onto the floor with a thud, the breath knocked out of you as he knelt beside you. As you take a deep breath and rub your aching chest with your hand, he leaned in to whisper something in your ear.

“I can use your body to do whatever I please.”

You lay there for a while, trying to comprehend what he had just said. Suddenly, to your horror, a memory left your subconscious and hammered its way to the front of your mind.

“Fuck, use my body to do whatever you please, Poe.”

He knows.

He was there.

Oh, you royally fucked up.

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Tagging: @ahookedheroespureheart @mintpurplemnm

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praxieuser · 6 months

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PRAXIE'S SUPER AWESOME SUPER COOL THEORY ABOUT DANIEL BEING IN THE MOB:

because the where the magic awakens discord server seemed to vibe with it, and it's like. a little bit funny.

SPOILERS MAY BE PRESENT! PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

as the title says, i thought up a crack theory about the Pages being previously part of / in charge of / otherwise involved in a mob. here is the thought process for how my adhd crack led me down this path:

1.) the headline of the muggle news paper and what it implies

note that the headline is "The Bloody Pages" headlines during the turn of the century were more dramatic, news headlines i've seen are more straight forward if the perpatrators aren't well known. for example: "Father-Son Duo: Mass Heist, Mass Murder" would be what i would expect if the Pages were largely unknown. but they are specifically references by their last name implying the family itself is pretty infamous for this kind of thing. and while i can't quite ascertain this, dad Page and bro Page look like they're dressed in that sort of 20th century gangster style in their picture of them getting arrested: dark coat, dark vest instead of looking like run in the mill burglars with skii masks.

2.) the gravity of their crimes

it's implied that along with a heist, they've committed mass murder. this implies to me that if they killed that much people in one sitting, they either had other people with them OR it was just the two of them but they had firepower, and since this is the UK and not the US, purchasing guns has stricter regulations, especially guns that are something like AK-47s? with the intent of doing harm? the chances are they'll sniff you out.

this to me implies either: they had the power and influence to rally up goons OR they had the money and contacts to smuggle arms

3.) this partially explains kaleena and esme's thing

starting with kaleena, not only does it partially explain her infamy in the wizarding world (imagine, a wizard not only doing magic in front of muggles/to harm muggles but being in a muggle mob?) it also coincides with gridley calling her a world class criminal. maybe she was more underground before marrying daniel's dad, but ended up coming up on the surface as she became more involved in the mob, whichever path, it makes it clear she has experience in criminality

for esme, it explains the "knows more than she lets on" thing she has going on: she knows of her mother's involvement in the mob, but since she was definitely still underage, we can say she was kept farther from it. she probably hasn't seen anything firsthand, but she knows what she knows. we could also say that in general aside from their older brother, the Page kids were kept far away from gang business for there safety: making it so daniel didn't know about the mob

4.) shit i highkey made up but listen that's what you're here for

so then, if kaleena was in the mob, we could say that maybe by the time she had daniel, she decided to be less involved in the frontlines to stay with the kids more since they're a huge vulnerability bc they're in a mob and presumably have a few enemies, but also bc she probably genuinely cared for them. making it so she's very close with daniel, which could explain the strength of daniel's later denial

then we could say that, by the time dad Page and bro Page get arrested, she's old and she's rusty with her magic, since she's been spending most of her time taking care of the kids for a few years, explaining why she gets caught despite being a "world class criminal". but then all daniel would know is his father and brother are the big bad, and his mom just loved them so much she tried to break them out. and since he was still very young, we can say that esme didn't want to tell him the truth bc you try telling your 5 year old brother both of your currently incarcerated parents, one of which is he is very attached to, were mobsters.

and because he's got a whole complex about it by the present time, having The Talk™ with him is even more complicated, especially when esme herself is presumably only somewhere aroumd 17-19 years old and has to juggle taking care of daniel and her own personal struggles brought on by the arrest of her parents

5.) but why doesn't daniel know about the mob in the present time?

could be that he knows his parents are in a mob but doesn't say it bc his whole thing is getting bullied for crimes his family did and he'd rather not pour gasoline on a house on fire, and is under the belief that his mother was there against her will OR that his mother wasn't involved at all, bar her trying to break dad Page and bro Page put of jail.

and thats my delulu corkboard crack theory on why daniel's family is part of the mob. thank you 🚶

#long post #theory #harry potter magic awakened #hpma #hpma daniel #hpma daniel page #daniel page

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sirensleepingsoundly · 1 year

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Hellfire and Spitfire (pt.2)

CW: spoilers(duh), regular fluff, story addition, sexual content, angst, unrequited, enemies to lovers, only one bed (sort of), angry kissing, aggressive seggs, slapping, choking, hair pulling, blood, filth, hand/ring fetish, size kink.

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The next morning was absolutely hectic.

The news of what happened hit fast. Mom told you at breakfast that someone was found supposedly murdered at the trailer park in Forest Hills. Nancy somehow already knew. Of course, you realized, she’d be investigating for the paper. Murder makes for good headlines. Mike had already left for California early this morning. You racked your brain for who it might’ve been before making the decision to just go check on your friends in person.

Steve and Robin would be an easy stop since they both had work. You felt like your body was lined with lead the whole walk to Family Video. Part of you felt sick at the idea that Steve might be hurt. In an attempt to get rid of the thought, you twisted and fidgeted with your hands on the way there, chewing at the skin around your nails.

The door jingled when you walked in and you sighed in relief at the sight of your friends sitting bored at the counter. Despite it being almost noon on a Saturday, the store was relatively empty, with a few patrons scattered amongst the aisles.

“Hey Y/N. Come to rent one of our many new and amazing tapes?” Robin smiled without her eyes as she pitched to you. As much as she loved being able to watch movies for free, Robin was not amazing with people. It shocked you when she told you she had gotten a job as a video store clerk, as much of the job is giving personal recommendations and reviews to curious customers.

“Oh yes absolutely. Anything with full frontal nudity? I’m not picky on chicks or dicks.” You said, just loud enough to make another customer look at you funnily. An older gentleman glared at you over his glasses.

Steve seemed to finally notice your presence and waved with his fingers, his chin resting on his palm. The simple action made you smile softly, and you tried to quell the butterflies in your stomach before you threw up.

“What’s going on? Last time I had to drag you here just to keep me company while I did inventory. You almost killed me with your little death stare.” Steve seemed genuinely perturbed at the memory of you pretending to “force choke” him.

“You guys haven’t seen the news? You work in a video store for Christ’s sake, there’s t.v.s everywhere.” You snatched the remote from off the counter, ignoring a disgruntled “Hey!” from Robin as you switched the channel to a local news station.

“We're in the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County. We don't have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not released the name...”

“Holy shit. Any ideas on who it is?” Steve looked at you for an response, and your heart fluttered as you looked back at him. He was wearing one of his signature polo shirts, but with a signature Family Video vest on top of it. While Robin’s vest had pins and buttons all over, Steve’s was empty. You wondered why that was.

“I didn’t even know it was a student until now. I only came in because I knew you guys worked today and I wanted to make sure the both of you were still alive. I mean who else is gonna drive me to school?” You added that last part with a laugh, a poor attempt to ease tension.

“You could always catch a ride with Eddie. Doesn’t he drive your brother to school sometimes too?” Steve joked. Of course, you didn’t find him very funny.

“Munson The Freak? I would really rather walk every morning. Why on earth would I want to risk being caught getting out of the druggie van?” You crossed your arms and leant your elbows onto the countertop. Robin smiled a little and continued stacking her tapes. The only reason you didn’t drive Mike was because of your lack of a car. And drivers license. You hated that he ever rode in that van. Who knows what Eddie did in there? Or who? You ignored the way you felt at the thought of Eddie Munson with some girl in the back of his van.

Just as you opened your mouth to talk someone burst through the front door, the bell jingling frantically as it basically smacked into the wall. Dustin and Max come barreling toward you until they hit the desk.

“Hey Steve. How many phones do you have?” Dustin skipped pleasantries to ask.

“Two. Why?” Steve answered, but Robin chimed in correcting that it’s actually three counting their boss’ phone.

Dustin threw his bag and himself over the counter, knocking over the stack of tapes Robin had been working on. The kids filled all of you in on what they knew, including their plans for the phones. They had it in their heads that not only was Chrissy Cunningham the victim, but that Eddie Munson, whose trailer she apparently died in, was not her killer.

“Hold on, what? Chrissy Cunningham went to Eddie Munson’s trailer after the game to buy drugs?” You asked incredulously.

“Yes, and we need-“

“Bullshit.”

“Y/N this is serious, Eddie’s not guilty.” Dustin said, clearly frustrated.

“How do you know that? She died in his trailer. His uncle works nights. They would’ve been alone.” You prodded slightly, knowing that even Steve, who usually trusted Dustin with his life, was also skeptical.

“Look, guys, I know Eddie. He may seem like a weirdo to you but he wouldn’t do this. He couldn’t have.” Dustin’s eyes held a certain look you only remember seeing when it came to Dart, his pet demodog a few years ago.

You decided against admitting that you actually knew Eddie pretty well too. At least you knew Eds, from middle school. He had always been a metal head, constantly bugging you to listen to new songs by his favorite bands. You’d shared popsicles together and skinned your knees on the same dirt roads. But after what happened with your mom, and then being adopted by the Wheelers, you and Eddie slowly drifted apart. He started dealing around freshman year, and you started focusing on your grades. He became Eddie “The Freak” Munson, and you became Y/N Wheeler. You had always figured the two of you just grew separately as people. And despite everything you kind of missed him.

You conceded, rolling your eyes and skimming the list of names and numbers he handed you. You recognized a few from Hellfire but you knew this was going to take a little while.

For the next hour, Robin, Max, and Dustin used the phones to call each of Eddie’s friends and possible contacts to see if they knew where he is. By the end of the list, your leads had dwindled down to a single name, Reefer Rick, who Eddie supposedly bought his drugs from. The moniker made you want to laugh before you were reminded that this was a manhunt for a non-murderer. When nobody could think of his actual name, Robin had the idea to check rentals and returns for any Ricks. Finally you found Rick Lipton, who had rented Fast Times and three separate Cheech and Chong movies, and his address.

“2121 Holland Road.”

“That’s out by Lovers Lake.”

The five of you piled into Steve’s car and the music he’d had on was blasting through the stereo as he peeled out of the parking lot and onto the street.

You pulled up to Rick’s house, the two kids and you packed into the backseat. You start by knocking on the front door, Dustin opting to yell Eddie’s name to the open area around the house. Steve reminded him Eddie is in hiding, to which he responded by banging on the door yelling “Reefer Rick!” instead. You felt the urge to roll your eyes again, but refrained when you noticed the panicked look on Max’s face. She hadn’t been the same after Billy died at Starcourt last year. And you worried about her often, but anytime you asked she shrugged you off and told you she’s fine.

When nobody answered, the group migrated to a boathouse behind the original building. The gang continued calling out for Eddie, while Steve grabbed an oar off the wall and used it to poke the inside of the small boat hanging in the center of the room.

“What are you doing?” Dustin looked at Steve, confused.

“He might be in there.” Steve answered, still jabbing at the contents of the boat, which were covered in a blue tarp.

“So take the tarp off.”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.” The squabbling made you shake your head. Steve could be childish when it came to these kids. He was devoted to their protection, so much so it made him sound like a mom sometimes. You liked him more for it.

Steve turned around to argue with Dustin about their previous excursions and lack of caution In dangerous situations when Eddie jumped out of the boat and pinned Steve against the wall, holding him there with a busted bottle to his throat.

“Eddie! Eddie! It’s me! It’s Dustin! This is Steve.” Dustin inched closer to the two of them, but Eddie only dug the bottle further into Steve’s neck. Your heart dropped into your ass at the thought that Eddie might actually be a murderer, and he currently had a weapon to your best friend and childhood crush’s throat.

“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin from band. This is my friend Max. You know, the one who never wants to play D&D? And that’s Y/N, you’ve got classes with her. Eddie, we're on your side. I swear on my mother.”

The others and yourself agreed and swore on Dustin’s mother. He faltered for a moment, but finally dropped the bottle and sat down with his head between his knees. He looked like he might be crying, but he was just hyperventilating, pulling his hands through his hair.

“We want to know what happened.”

“You won’t believe me.” Eddie sniffled a little. And you felt a little guilty for it but you almost enjoyed seeing him this way, crying and afraid.

Max spoke up, “Try us.”

Eddie spent the better half of an hour giving all of you a detailed play by play of everything that happened the night prior. Chrissy Cunningham had in fact gone to him to buy drugs, only to wind up some kind of possessed and killed.

“I didn’t know what to do, so I… I ran away. I left her there.” After a long pause Eddie scoffed. “You all think I’m crazy, right?”

“No. We don’t think you’re crazy.”

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds!” Eddie punched the side of the boat with a fist full of ring clad fingers.

It was only during his outburst you finally realized how much jewelry Eddie wore. A necklace with a guitar pick, a belt chain, at least five rings, and like you had guessed yesterday, a tongue piercing. Probably the wrong time to notice this stuff, you know, but… something about the way he twists his rings on his fingers when he’s nervous and plays with his top lip with his tongue is almost… attractive? You literally shake the thought out of your head and turn your attention to Dustin, who’s explaining the town “curse.”

“I tried to wake her man it was like she was in a trance or something.”

“Or a spell?”

“Or a curse.”

“Vecna’s curse.”

You and Steve ask at the same time,“Who’s Vecna?” Both boys answer you.

“An undead creature of great power.”

“A spell caster.”

“A dark wizard.”

| Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7 |

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lutawolf · 2 years

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Big Dragon Episode 3 Review and Commentary

Don't go looking for episodes 1 and 2 review because there isn't one. I watched them but I'm late to the party. So, I'm starting here.

The song "I work out" just came to my head while we watch the swim model play with his hair. OMG the secondhand embarrassment is gonna kill me. Okay, I really can't with this dumbass hiding behind a chair. Sweet baby jezebel. Okay but we have the bag with the phone. Of course, it's password protected you dip shit. Just stomp that thing or take out sims card. There, wait. Running it under water? I just. 🤦‍♀️

What, now ya gonna steal. What the fuck are you doing. These dumbasses better start to have growth. Oh, you are taking the undie. That's actually pretty funny. Iffffff you hadn't got caught. At this point I think you should be writing a book on how to be a dumb ass villain. I think you need to just give up the life of crime. Sub baby is so subby. Look at him just standing there. Like he puts up no fight when being searched.

Oh, now we push. You are feeling all kinds of tough, dumbass. You never thought he would back that shit up. Oh damn, he said sorry. These two shitheads are made for each other realy. This is what nonconsenting looks like. When Yai drugged Mangkorn and now this shit that Mangkorn is pulling. We don't know if Yai is consenting because he wants to or because he is afraid of the videos being leaked.

Now here is the thing, this is art. None of us are saying this is okay. We know that these two ass hats are problematic. When you say that marginalized media can't be problematic art, then you are participating in the oppression. Forcing queer media to not be problematic art is saying, we don't have the right to occupy the same space as straight/white media.

Back to the show. This is what a forced D/s element looks like. Mangkorn got a roleplay kink, mkay. Oph, straight to the punishment. No talking until told to. For sure forced consent. More commands. And if we didn't know for sure, we now know he sucked it before. He's got a gage reflux.

Okay, so he was teasing him. Then he tells him to wait and Yai does. So subby. These rich bitches probably own walking shorts. Lawd. Okay so, we at a park, at night. This is how horror movies start. Douche canoe, he might have teased you, but you drugged him. You guys are almost even. Friendship. He wants friendship until the internship is over. The nagging back and forth. He doesn't know how to make friends, that doesn't ring true.

Now we are starting to see them. The real them. Getting a little cuteness. Aww, he got him a shirt... I think that is a shirt. Looks more like a sweater vest. Still, it's the thought that counts. Buddy boy he has seen it all already. Hahaha.. Wait, should I be concerned that dipshit and I think alike. Oh it is a shirt! Is that a tiger necklace? Aww, he brought him to his favorite spot.

Look at that slight smile on Yai's face when Mankorn brings up being friends again. Caught you staring moment. Cute. Ohhhh, he is serving him food. Interesting. He tells Yai to try it and Yai immediately does. Ohh, the gay couple is sooo cute. Okay, my opinion of you is going up Yai. Oh, we are bringing up the law and gay marriage topic. I like it.

Look at him breaking out the "food taste better shared." Okay this is cute. Back and forth about the food. Your ass still hurts? Wth. That's a power dick there. Oh, we are giving the, I wanna kiss you look. Saved by the tummy rumble. Oh, are you about to serve him again? Even with it being an inconvience due to the rain. Interesting. Look at that smile. Oh you finally gonna let people know you alive.

Looke at him checking on him. Then offering to walk him to his room. Ohhhh yeah, someone is coming in Dom. Aww, look at him apologizing for the phone and telling him he will buy another. I'm starting to like these two.

Yes, Yes, they are still problematic characters, fully aware but problematic characters are fun in fiction. Real life? No way. Who would be okay with any of the bl fictional characters? I mean really, Sean and Black have anger management problems. SCOY is about a stalker and stalky who fall in love. As much as I love Pai, in real life we'd beg Sky to call the cops. Let's not even talk about the Kinnporsche couples. Are we not allowed to live vicariously through art anymore?

Yai is being super cute. I'm liking it. I'm seeing a redemption arc here. Oh, look Mankorn being. Home dude is hooked. You like that old fashioned, shut up. Oh yeah, he's caught feelings. A Dominatrix! Mad respect but those wrist cuffs. Those boots though! I want! She is spitting the good advice too. She's a soft Dom for a Dominatrix. Oh, look she did a check in to make sure that their break apart won't spiral him.

What are these two cornballs doing. These fucking coconuts. I ain't afraid of no ghosts. The coconuts are though. Did he call by phone. Damn it's bad with the coconut can get a jab in. Aww, they have a couple's phone! Subby sub is grumpy now. Oh No! Couple's cases! They are rocking that RM and Jin colors. Look at you, dumbass. You hung up on your boyfriend's call.

So that's all folks. Hope you enjoyed. 💜💜💜 This review is dedicated to @victooooorious, @bengiyo, and @pharawee

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translatemunson · 1 year

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track three — the ex tapes

warnings: not proofread. this is not a fluff series, so be ready for some angst and angry characters.

author's note: thanks for all the love these past few chapters! i'm thinking of taking some requests on scenes/drabbles you'd like to read about this series, what do you think? send your ideas my way via ask or message me!

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Eddie didn’t call you again. He went silent. Yeah, that was definitely a goodbye.

This was one of those days where the connection wasn’t there. The artist you worked with gave you some trouble when trying to find the subject of the song. You’ve talked for hours, he asked his assistant to get you some coffee and cookies from a nearby cafe, but even after all of that, he couldn’t give you enough material to start based on his experience.

You wrote a verse and a chorus you are not proud of, leaving the rest for another session. But you’re not sure if this was going to happen. He felt a bit off, you knew when people didn’t want to open themselves up, for whatever reason.

Perhaps it was your fault. You were so connected to your personal story that everything was distant. You drive back home listening to your classical music tape, letting the harmonies and crescendos get the ideas out of your mind.

You don’t recognize the black car parked a few spots to the left of Steve’s car. You’ve been living in this building long enough to know everyone else’s cars. New neighbors? No, you weren’t aware of people moving in for a while now.

You gather your things and go up the stairs to the third floor. Everything is calm.

“Stevie! Wanna order some pizza?” You unlock the door and meet with a very serious Steve staring at the person on your couch. Black jeans, denim vest and jacket, dark curls. “What’s this? Why did you let him in?”

Both boys look in your direction. You cross your arms in front of your chest, your guitar case on your feet.

“I think you should talk.” He motions to Eddie to stay in his place.

“Steve-”

“Think of your career, ok? I’ll be in my room,” he walks to you and hugs you. “Try not to kill each other. Scream if you need me to kick him out.”

Steve leaves you alone, locking the door to his room — you bet he’s gonna eavesdrop on your conversation, whether you like it or not. You put your things on the table and let a deep sight cut through your silence.

“What are you doing here, Munson? No, what do you really want from me? Wasn’t leaving me behind like we were nothing enough?”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

“I know, you said it a few nights ago. But I’m not buying it. How did you find me?”

Eddie looks in the direction of Steve’s room and you feel a little betrayed. You knew Steve would do anything for you, to protect you. And maybe you were too drunk when he arrived after the phone call and you poured your heart out telling him you wished things ended up differently. But you were too hurt, too afraid to let him closer again.

“Sorry, I-”

“You don’t mean it, so shut it. You never returned my calls, or my letters, or even let me know when you were in town so we could have a decent conversation. And now it’s too late.”

“You wanted closure? Do you even know what it means? Because to keep writing our story on people’s songs isn’t closure.”

“Like you’ve never written something about us as well. You can’t change my mind, Munson: I’m not writing with you. Now leave me alone.”

Eddie stands up, but doesn’t go for the door. He takes some bold steps until you’re close.

“You left me in the studio, was it some kind of twisted payback?”

“You broke my fucking heart, Eddie! Making you pay for the studio rent is nothing compared to what you’ve done to me!”

“Well, isn't it funny that you’re working in the same field as me? It’s like you were hoping this would happen.”

“Idiot, I’ve been writing songs and poems for ages! Who gave you the poem that inspired your first hit?” He doesn’t answer, well aware of the day you gave him an envelope with the poem inside. “Why did you use it anyway?”

“Because it was good, Y/N, really good. Can we please put those things behind and talk about our jobs? Because I really need to write this song, and you’re the only person that can understand me.”

You don’t understand me, he said that before you left the trailer in a hurry. It’s been like six years since that night, and you still feel it hunting you. Because you know you were wrong, but you were also young and too eager to get it.

You wanted to move to Chicago, to attend college, to live with Eddie in a small apartment. But you weren’t on the same page. He didn’t see how leaving somewhere else would be good, how he could keep playing with the band. According to him, you had everything you needed in Hawkins.

You had this huge fight. Screaming at each other how things were going to be better, new opportunities and everything else. To him, studying was a waste of time. To you, his band was a waste of time. In the end, you left the trailer after getting tired of all of his bullshit.

When you returned a few days later, he was gone. He moved to Los Angeles, they got a record deal, Wayne explained to you. He gave you his number and new address, and God knows you’ve tried to talk to him, at least to say you were sorry and you wanted to try long distance before ending things up.

He ended things before you could try.

“It has to be you, Y/N. I’ve tried with others, they don’t get it like you do. Please.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I can’t.”

You take a paper from the table and start writing down all the songwriters you’ve worked with and could help him, maybe would be honored to work with him. Because you know you can’t go in a studio with him, write down his feelings and walk away without feeling hurt. The song would play everywhere and it would sink the knife deeper.

You offer the paper. Eddie takes it but doesn’t give it a look, shoving it in his pocket right away.

“Please.”

You start crying, your memories making you go back to that night in the trailer. You’ve seen this film before, he’s gonna leave you again and again.

Eddie brings you to his chest in a warm hug. You inhale his scent: cigarettes, maybe coffee and some fancy cologne. Time was good with him. You hug him back stronger, wishing things were different in the past. He doesn’t let you go until he’s sure you’ve calmed down.

“I’m so sorry that I left you. I really am.” He holds your face gently, sweeping the tears away. “Back then I thought that I always had to choose, and I didn’t want to do it because I really wanted to be with you, but music means everything to me. And then we fought and I had a good reason to run away. But you didn’t deserve it, and I’m so sorry for that.”

“I know, Eddie. But I have my fair share of guilt,” you cover his hands with yours. You wished you did this sooner, found your way to Eddie sooner. “I wanted you to leave everything for me, without thinking about other ways we could do it. And when I did, it was too late.”

He holds your shoulders. “Let’s call it a truce? Just for the sake of our jobs. We write the song, I give you a huge cut from the money and we can follow our own ways.”

“You can’t tell people that Charlie Rogers is your ex, because I really don’t wanna be Eddie Munson’s ex,” you add to the deal.

“Sure.” Your proudness is always showing, but he agrees with you: you’ve built your career by yourself, not by being someone’s ex. “Anything else?”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise, love.”

“I can fit you in my schedule.”

“Great,” he claps his hands, satisfied, “if you wanna work in a specific studio, let my manager know, he can arrange that.”

“Nah, choose your favorite and we’ll be fine.”

“Right, ok,” he smiles and leans in. “So see you soon?”

“On thursday, probably. I’ll have to cancel with Madonna, but that’s fine.”

“Madonna? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it's the third time we’ll work together. I can fit her somewhere else,” you say like it’s nothing. “Clean your schedule for me, rockstar, and meet me here at eight. And make sure to rent the studio for noon. There’s something we need to do before our writing session.”

“‘K, I’ll be here.”

“Ok.”

But none of you move. His big brown eyes don’t leave yours, you can’t break the contact. Reality is hitting you in the middle of your face. The thing you asked for years is happening. Eddie is here.

A door is opened and you hear footsteps.

“Erm, I thought you killed each other,” Steve cleans his throat.

You break the contact first. Eddie puts a cheeky smile on his face and walks to the door.

“See you on thursday. Bye, Steve.”

“See ya, Munson,” Steve does the honors of letting Eddie out. As soon as he closes the door, his eyes find you. “Are you alright?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” You take your stuff and walk to your room. “Please, leave me alone tonight.”

“I’ll make dinner for you.”

“No need.”

“Y/N,” he’s already worried about you.

“I need a moment alone, Harrington. Talk to you tomorrow.”

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HELLO

ivan, chuuya, fukuchi, tetchou, AAAAND

yosano

HELLO!!!!!!!!! THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG ivan goncharov first impression: oh how did fyodor fuck you up (did not know/realize he was lobotomized either) impression now: ohh he's my silly. his english dub voice gives me gender envy. i like his eyes. he is weirdly a well-written lobotomized guy. i looked into actual lobotomy for you favorite moment: his entire fight scene was good and more people should talk about it. signed yours truly me idea for a story: primarily? a general character study, however, - bubble bath. it is a character study with him and shibusawa. not set in canon - highschool au. he deserves to be a normal highschool student. he would swear a sweater vest. i will die on this hill unpopular opinion: his character is really fucking good and yes his ability's name is on the nose but i hope we see him again. i don't like shipping him in canon though bc he can't. Consent. Fyovan should not exist. also i think more people should be paying attention to the bsd side characters favorite relationship: shibuvan/shibusawa x ivan and you know it. my #1 comfort ship in my heart. they are so cute <3 favorite headcanon: he has tics and freckles. also sometimes i like making him trans the others are below v

chuuya nakahara first impression: oh he's cool impression now: I WANT TO BE YOU YOUR CHARACTER IS SO COOL GIVE ME YOUR GENDER YOUR CHARACTER SCRATCHES MY BRAIN YOUR ABILITY IS SO COOL. I AM NOT NORMAL. favorite moment: THE HELICOPTER SCENE OH MY GODD idea for a story: i have many! - hirotsu visits him during a stormy night and he's suffering w chronic pains but hirotsu gets him his meds. they get to talk a little. they are silly to me - summer camp au w dazai they are at war constantly - i have too many, but to briefly summarize the rest: fan dancer and kitsune au, meiji era/period au, chuuya and kouyou fic/character study, there will be more after i read stormbringer unpopular opinion: he probably doesn't have anger issues. might just be agitated easily or because of dazai. also people need to stop getting his character soo wrong because the amount of mischaracterization that surrounds that man is NOT funny favorite relationship: people sleep on his and hirotsu's possible dynamic. next one is well. okay. it's obvious, but soukoku, i just like their dynamic whether it's romantic or not. absolute menaces. shoutout to kunichuuzai also, but i honestly cannot ship that man all the time. bonus platonic relationships i really like is the idea of tetchou and chuuya becoming good fucking friends. let chuuya have so many friends to make up for the ones he's lost favorite headcanon(s): freckles chuuya, lightning scars chuuya, nonbinary chuuya (i dont use they/them for them all the time but i am a believer in it), chronic pains, autistic, metal/rock (the song genre) lover, sanrio and ocean life special interest, also demisexual/demiromantic !! sorry they have the most. favoritism is showing fukuchi ochi

first impression: oh doesn't he kill everybody's faves. meh impression now: YOUR CHARACTER AND WRITING IS SO OVERLOOKED. YOU ARE DAD MATERIAL AND THAT SCARES ME BUT IM ALSO :D ABOUT IT favorite moment: the entire fucking fight he has with atsushi and akutagawa. you don't understand he was both terrifying and also that gave me an actual adrenaline rush once i watched it in the anime. the music was so good. also the scene w aya !! idea for a story: the main one is a fukufuku fic where it goes through how overtime, fukuzawa in fukuchi's eyes is more like a wolf than a human being. it's his way of making it hurt less when he has to hurt him. i cant remember any others, but i hope there will be more unpopular opinion: can the fandom not hate on him so much lmao i dont mind seeing people dislike him that's valid but like. give him a chance i swear. he also can be trusted with children favorite relationship: him and fukuzawa's (romantically or platonically idrc). holy shit. holy shit. holy shi- also bonus shoutout to him and ranpo's!! it is not shown a lot but augh. of course i love his relationship with the hunting dogs too but fukufuku sits at the top favorite headcanon: hm. i can't think of any rn tetchou suehiro

first impression: AUTISTIC impression now: AUTISTIC favorite moment: them and kenji's fight >>>>> idea for a story: they are a samurai and they meet jouno along the way. they stay with fukuchi after having a rough run-in with an innkeeper and some people who are after them. they smell like blossoms unpopular opinion: i wish people wrote them beating up people more they're literally one of the strongest characters (physically specifically) of bsd favorite relationship: them and jouno's is peak favorite headcanon: asexual and nonbinary tetchou for the win. my most favorite one of all time though is them being half-taiwanese :] akiko yosano (surprise???)

first impression: please be well written. impression now: she is so cool!! i wish she had more screentime but oh my god she is so cool <33333 she is fun in the manga and i love her so much favorite moment: her backstory i wanna say. we don't get too much content of her but damn her backstory hits hard. it adds so much to her character and i love her a lot idea for a story: she and fukuzawa go shopping together. i think she also deserves some fics w fukuzawa. they have a fun time !! unpopular opinion: not a fan of kousano favorite relationship: her and ranpo's. siblings your honor, absolute siblings, ALSO THAT ONE SCENE IN HER BACKSTORY WHERE HE KNEELS DOWN TO HER AND SHES CRYING AND SJJSDHHFBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA favorite headcanon: aro/ace yosano is cool. very cool. aro/ace yosano.? holds her out to you. Consider

#lou *throws you a breadcrumb*#ask game #bsd

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If I may? What's your unpopular aot opinion if you have any?

Perhaps. (just my opinion)

- grey shirt levi is overrated. s3p1 had a big focus on levi bc it was partly about exploring his past and his character, and ofc levi in that outfit is just MUAH but i could think of so many others that are under appreciated (not counting official art). for instance his vest, tie and slacks (with and without the suit jacket) in marley, that casual low-neck(?) t-shirt + black pants combo for a scene ALSO in s3p1 that was cut out, or his little white sweater from the end of s3p1. i’ll find pics

(jeez it was difficult to find those panels)

– ymir and historia’s relationship wasn’t that captivating. i think because since it’s a lesbian relationship, and it’s basically canon, that it’s held to especially high regards and gets a lot of attention

– erwin gets too much hate for only being seen on the surface as ‘ruthless’ and treating the lives of his soldiers flippantly. just like every character, he’s more multi-faceted with guilt, a childish stubbornness to see his missions thru to the end, his suicidality (at the crate when he talked to levi the last time), etc.

– eren wasn't annoying in the first seasons, or at least he wasnt written to be for no reason. he's fifteen and as far as he knows the ONLY person who can transform into the very monsters who killed his mother + save the world (or at least what he knows it as). of course boy has issues and some emotional problems lol

– gabi is EXTREMELY misunderstood and anyone with media literacy could at least draw the parallels b/n her and eren (when he was a kid). she doesn't deserve all the hate she gets at all. she was a victim of immense (like from BIRTH) brainwashing just like the warriors. and if u wanna throw blame... technically eren was the one who killed sasha.

– the ackerbond isn't slavery, but it's also completely up to interpretation whether it exists in any meaningful way at all. like with lots of things pertaining to the aot story, it's up for interpretation.

– the dub is overall better

– the rumbling was not justified?? idk if that’s majority opinion but i’ve seen a lot of ppl who think that

– the jean horse jokes and half marco jokes were never funny </3

– levi’s choice on the roof makes sense (which i go into more detail with in another post)

– mappa is better than wit

minor manga spoilers

– reiner’s mom’s behavior / character is realistic. she isn’t there to serve as a plot device to be the source of all reiner’s insecurities and issues about being an eldian and so on. she’s an abusive person but no one in aot can be whittled down to a monster or an angel. that’s one of the big points of the story. arguably, that can apply to everyone.

– mikasa from the very beginning deserved so much better than eren and especially in the anime her character was reduced to existing for him, unlike levi and erwin, and kenny and uri (say what you want about those ships, but those are the lieges of each ackerman). i dislike eremika. in fact jean and mikasa would be (or are depending on how you interpret the manga) better and healthier together.

– if erwin lived post-RtS, he would NOT have agreed to the rumbling. yes, he sought freedom to explore the world outside the walls more than many of the major characters, and in his eyes the ends justified the means. but erwin was smart enough to know logically that indiscriminate genocide wouldn't have solved anything, or at least knew it wasn't a long-term solution, and besides, he did have a heart. as much heart as levi, hange, mike, and the rest. for what other reason did levi of all people choose to follow erwin than because he saw something Levi didn't in a world this hellish? Levi even says that Erwin's dream (the scouts' dream rly) was too "innocent", but if it wasn't, it wouldn't have been worth fighting for. so!!!

#OPINION #kane has mail #no hate pls

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The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep

Sometimes I write opinion piece essays about my thoughts. Sometimes, you get to relive me freaking out through a transcript of my tweets. Cheers, here's to this week's episode 🥂

Ugh, they did not just give me hope that Mark would survive, only to kill him off again! 😱🤦🏻‍♀️ And man, the poor guy was lying there in agony for a whole day? That just...... that hurt

Beau Arlen has my whole heart, he truly does. The way he can find joy in something so little as eating a good sandwich..... how can you not love someone so full of life?

Out of the whole precinct, it's Jenny whom Beau wanted to taste the sandwich he loved, and I am having An Emotion™️* about it 🥺💕 (this is a lie, I'm having a lot of emotions about it)

Beau really said "I will get Jenny to deal with her Tonya beef one way or another, if a direct approach doesn't work, I'll approach it a different way", and I respect that so much

Going to take a moment to say that as much as I dislike Tonya as a person for her backstabbing and criming, as a character, I'm enjoying her new sassy side. She's still my enemy, because if Jenny got beef with you, I got beef with you. But she's funny

Jenny's hair this episode 😍 (Jenny's hair every episode 😍, but this episode particularly was so much hair inspo)

Why is Beau so cute, even doing something as small as getting winded climbing a mountain trail? 🥺 And him being like "yes, this is a tantrum", it's okay, bb, you're entitled to it 💛

I love these reminders of what a badass Jenny is, the way she took down the would-be assassin even though it ended with her on the cell floor, truly iconic, we stan 👑✊🏻

Beau is such a cute dad, but why is Emily so mean and dismissive towards him? We should all be so lucky to have a dad who cares that much, instead of acting annoyed and so uppity about it 🙄

Beau looks so angry dealing with Avery, and all I want out of this storyline is Avery and Carla turning out to be involved in shady things and Beau getting to arrest Avery and Jenny getting to arrest Carla. I want that vindication

Jenny trying to explain what happened whilst he was gone, and Beau really said, yes, it's a mess, but no, you don't need to explain, I trust you and I got your back 🥺✊🏻💕

Beau and Jenny together convincing the guy to go to the government, that they'd protect him, working to protect hundreds of people, that's why they're the best, because they'll both do everything they can to protect people. And then proceeding to go above and beyond sending a tail, effectively thwarting a second attempt at the guy's life, because they care that much and are that good at their jobs

The two sheriffs and their trusty sidekick 🥺👌🏻 Your faves could never 🤷🏻‍♀️

Looks like the stepdad is a snoop too. I see where Emily learned her snooping and eavesdropping tendencies from. I was going to say how does she not know it's wrong, but now we know why 😬🤦🏻‍♀️

I absolutely adore how in sync Beau and Jenny are, entering that house following the whistleblower and the corrupt marshal. They work so well together and they've got each other's backs 🥺✊🏻

No, but you guys don't understand how long I've been waiting to see him in am FBI-esque bullet proof vest...... 🥺🥰🔥💯

The way Jenny gasped his name when she thought he was in danger or something had happened to him..... that wasn't your usual level of "concern for a coworker" 💕👀

The way Beau is such a multifaceted and complex character, a clear example being the way he's such a badass, knocking down doors, but also right after, being so gentle with the witness lady, it has me in my feels 🥺

You mean to tell me that Beau and Jenny stopped at the grocery store to buy housewarming presents for Cassie together? 💕🥺

Beau bringing salt to keep the house protected from demons had me tearing up and beaming at the same time. Dean 💘😭

Beau in one layer, in that cozy shirt 🥰👀😍😎 (That's it, that's the tweet, hashtag, thirsty on main (in my defense, I am sorry, hashtag, take me to jail, Sheriff)

I love how comfortable Beau and Jenny are together on Cassie's couch 🥰🥺💘💕

And I love how comfortable they all are together (the mismatched glasses just add the perfect touch, because it makes it more real that she's just moved in, but also, a callback to movie night) 😌

Jenny trying to be there for Beau when he's clearly upset and worried is something that is so close to my heart (and I look forward to the roles reversing when next episode it's Jenny who's upset and emotional about her mother). But he looked so sad and like he was about to cry, and I- I just want to give him a hug and protect him from all the heartache 😭

Beau with his funny stories and his witty remarks, his compassion and his drive to protect and to be there for his friends and loved ones, and his intelligence and competence, he has my whole heart 💟 And Beau with his sparkling green eyes, and his sun bleached hair and his ruffly haircut 🥺🥰😌❤ He really is the most beautiful human to walk on this earth. I love him so much, if something happens to him........

#Beau Arlen #Jenny Hoyt #Beau Arlen x Jenny Hoyt #Jensen Ackles #Katheryn Winnick #Big Sky #Big Sky: Deadly Trails #Big Sky State of Mind #<- rambling and spoilers tag

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Junior Bender books 2-4 by Timothy Hallinan

I read the first book, Crashed, the year I started this blog. I remember liking it, I remember liking the twist on the classic PI story having Junior being a world class burglar, and also being a kind of detective for the underbelly of LA.

I never got around to reading the next ones. Right now though, the weather is making my sinuses do timpani solos and I am having a heck of a time reading words on the page books, outside of dark mode on my kindle app, which doesn’t have anything that sounds good to me right now. Thank goodness for audible. The first 6 books are included in my membership.

Book 2 – Little Elvises – Junior is blackmailed into helping a cop get his mobbed up uncle out of the suspect pool for a recently murdered tabloid journalist. Blackmail is also how he ended up doing his PI thing in the first book.

The cop threatens to get him arrested for a robbery where one of the residence of the house was pistol whipped. Junior has never been caught, and its not his style to go into a house armed. But the cop has the frame all ready so, Junior takes the job.

The cop’s uncle, was a two-bit record producer in the 1960’s. His specialty was making “Little Elvises” kids with a look and, if he was lucky, some talent, who could ride on The King’s coattails. The producer was talking openly about killing the tabloid guy, and then he ends up dead.

So, Junior has to figure out who killed the guy.

There’s a side case in this one. Junior has been living month to month in different motels since his divorce, his current land lady’s daughter is missing. Essentially Junior is a good guy so he takes this job too.

I like the plot of this a lot. I’m a classic rock geek, and I am somewhat fascinated by how things were done back then. Like, there was this big stink about the Monkees not playing their own instruments on their albums. The thing is, a fair number of artists in that era used studio musicians. The guys *could* play their instruments (though Micky Dolenz was a guitar player before the show), and they *could* sing. It was just in the contracts that they would use studio musicians.

And Barry Gordie’s Motown , and Phil Specters Wall of sound this stuff was like the Mob only they made their own soundtracks.

The characters are good too. Junior’s ex-wife, and thirteen year old daughter are interesting, especially because both know everything about Junior’s career. His friend Louie the Lost, is funny and good for some interesting trivia. The players in the cases are sufficiently cloudy to keep you second guessing your conviction of who did it.

Book 3 – The Fame Thief – In the last book, Junior crossed paths with Erwin Dressler, a 90 – something mix between a mob boss and a shady business man. Erwin had a vested interest in the producer guy that was suspected of murder. He then took an interest in Junior, I think because Junior brooked no bullshit, followed through with what he said he was going to do, and is a huge smart ass.

Erwin wants Junior to figure out who ruined the career of a would have been star, in the 50’s/60’s.

Dolly La Mar was a beautiful up and coming actress, but associations with mob guys and thugs got her swept up in a sort of McCarthy hearing without the communism. This completely shut her out of movies. Now, she’s an old woman living in a high end apartment looking back with a shrug at her glory days. She’s putting up with the investigation because Erwin wants to do this for her and they have been friends for decades.

So Junior has to go digging into Hollywood during the studio contract era and find out who ratted out Dolly.

Course its never as simple as all that and various people end up dead.

I’m also a geek for old Hollywood, not so much the movies, but the stories behind the movies and all the players, so I enjoyed the plot for this one too.

The characters are still good, Rina (The daughter) is a great little computer detective and Ronnie, the woman Junior started dating in Little Elvises is a perfect match for him.

Erwin and Dolly are lovely and sad in equal measure, I enjoyed their stories. We are also introduced to the nebulous world of contract killers

I really enjoyed the narritive shift about halfway through where we go back to the 40's when Dolly was a teenager heading west for Hollywood stardom, it sort of reminded me of the section in A Study in Scarlet where you learn the why's behind the crime and are suddenly dropped into a Zane Gray novel.

Book 4 - Herbie's Game

In this one, Junior is dropped into a Labyrinthine plot involving his crime mentor Herbie.

This is hard to describe as spoiler worthy stuff happen within the first couple of chapters. So, I'll say that Junior has to deal with a lot of pissed of people with access to that world of contract killers mentioned in the last book, he also has to face the fact that Herbie, a man Junior thinks of as his father, after his biological father took a powder, isn't the man he thought he was.

I liked this one less. It felt long for reasons I'll get to shortly. It also has too many things happening. Honestly, too many people are pissed off at Junior, or are being paid by the pissed off people to kill Junior. It makes it hard to keep track. Did Junior or Herbie wrong this one, or were they just hired to fuck with them? Or, are they just caught up in the plot somehow?

It wasn't bad, just not as strong as the others.

Now, here's the thing about the series so far as whole.

The characters are cool, the writing is good when it stays focused - but when it doesn't...

The books are told first person by Junior and there are times that both prose and dioluge feel like a Noir sprinkler stuck on blast.

It is so saturated in metaphor and simile that there are times that it feels like the actual story is drowned out by description.

Case in point, in Herbie's Game, when an emotionally drained Junior must walk away from a gruesome scene there is an extended metaphor involving a rope just getting him across the lawn to his car. I didn’t see the actual written page, but it had to be at least a paragraph, but felt like half a page. I get conveying g the emotion of the scene, but this happenens throughout the books. Landscape, houses, and objects are anthropomorphized and described from head to toe, in an oddly sparse, yet by sheer volume, also flowery way. People are also decirbed in detail. Here's the weird part: everything that gets this treatment is almost always described negatively, almost like Junior is prepared to hate everyone and everything on sight and is prepared to give them a bullet list as to why. People he likes? They are described matter of factly and over time. His daughter, his girl friend, his ex-wife, we get bits and pieces, letting their personality inform how the reader perceives them, rather than front loading the reader with descriptions to make damn sure that we know what kind of character this is.

The description of LA and the surrounding areas really makes it feel like Junior hates it with a passion. I mean the only place that I have lived that I would have described in this sort of tone, I didn't live there long.

Because the books are told from Junior’s point of view, the writing feels less like the author is showing off (like Gregory Mcguire) and more like Junior is deeply insecure. He details in Crashed how he is mostly self educated, that college wasn't for him and he reads and learns all the time. All of the quick, snappy quips and the slightly superior sounding descriptions of everyone and everything feel, to me, like a character that is reassuring themselves that they are smart, that they are more than smart, they are wise because of the path they took, that they see what others don't. But deep down they don't believe it.

And this makes me both annoyed with the character and sad for him.

Annoyed because I found myself rolling my eyes more than once, thinking: "I get it, LA is hot and smog filled in August, get to the point!" Or imagining that while Junior takes a page and a half to describe the person he is talking to, he is just staring at them while the person is waiting for him to speak.

Sad because, I know people like this. People who think that because they didn't do the traditional education thing, to be taken seriously and to be seen as smart they have to be cynical and reject anything that isn't a classic. "I wouldn't know of this sci-fi of which you speak, I only read Tolstoy." Type stuff.

It's sad because you don't have to have degrees to be smart and you don't have to be cynical to be wise. And you also don't have to decribe everything in minute detail as though you are looking at it through a lens covered in vomit.

So that part really annoyed me. I think I may continue with the series, because without the purplish writing, they are fun reads.

I may go back to words on the page for the rest, though, because while I liked the narration, there were some odd choices made. Like the voice used for Junior’s daughter's boyfriend ( who is at most 15), sounds like a 45 year old smoker. It makes the relationship feel weird.

#books #book #book blogging 2023 #junior bender #timothy Hallinan #mystery

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[cinnamon's diary, april 24th]: "as a guy who makes coffee for a living, i enjoy talking to a girl who needs coffee for her living"

My work training is almost over. I'm gonna miss the barista from the little café that's in that work-training facility SO MUCH. Today we talked about work. He told me about his past work experiences, and I told him about my future work ambitions. I was amazed by his storytelling and his anecdotes, as I always am. And he was amazed by my determination to fulfill that youth-ish need to just do, create, make, live, see, feel. He asked me what I like about being a graphic designer, and I told him what I hate about not being a graphic designer. I hate having to work aimlessly. I need a goal. And I need to be creative at my job. I would kms had I to kill my creativity because of my job. And he genuinely asked why nowadays the young are less and less prone to take up a creative job. He couldn't understand why contemporary society had less and less art. And he was so sorry about that. And I told him it does not have less and less art. And we are not less prone to take up creativity. Contemporary society is just a capitalistic one that does not encourage self expression, art, pain, existentialism. Art is a part of humankind, and so are feelings, you can't take that away from us. Nothing will ever be able to. Somehow, though, we managed to hate ourselves to the point we're not that happy with things that make us, in fact, humans. And we started this beautiful conversation about humankind and human-y things. And how much we hate capitalism. And how cynical capitalism makes the both of us. And how much hate and loathing we have when it comes to capitalism. And suddenly I totally understood what Lauren Graham meant when she wrote in her book:

“It's very useful to have a friend who is much older and one who is much younger. The older friend will remind you what there is to look forward to and the younger friend will keep you telling your stories over again so you'll remember not to forget them. An older friend will tell you you have plenty of time yet, and a younger friend will make you forget time altogether because when you're with them you'll feel, even for a moment, that you're the exact same age”

And we also talked about what we enjoy, which doesn't necessarily have to become a part of our professional life. I found out he likes The Godfather (his Marlon Brando impression>>>), and he loves Pink Floyd. Basically I found out he's got taste!

And I loved the way I found out he's a The Godfather fan. I was waiting for the first coffee I'd take there and, oddly, my friends were queuing with me (but just because they wanted coffee, too). And I can't remember what the context was, but at some point I said to one of them "as long as no one mails you a dead fish, you're fine". But my friends didn't get what I meant. And I didn't know how to explain it to them, because somehow I couldn't remember Luca Brasi's name. So I went all, "you know when in The Godfather the Corleones are mailed a dead fish wrapped in that guy's bulletproof vest, what's his name again? Which is mafia code for I killed your man, cuz he sleeps with the fish? Ugh- so frustrating, what was that damn guy's name??? Oh, come on, you get which part of the movie I'm talking about!!" And he leaned over the counter and said from behind my shoulders, "Luca Brasi, the guy's name's Luca Brasi! And that was a great reference, by the way!" Before he proceeded to do his Marlon Brando impression. Very funny.

Little introduction to this other paragraph: in my country we call black coffee a "normal" (it's language-wise. Keep it in mind though). As soon as he saw me queuing for the yeah-I-need-caffeine-again-th time, he went to serve me, but I gestured he'd go on with other people first. I don't like drinking coffee at the counter when I'm surrounded by people who push me to finish it as soon as possible, especially if I'm drinking it by myself. I need to take my coffee slowly, calmly, and actually enjoy it. So I waited. And as my turn to sit at the counter arrived, he pointed at me and asked, "normal?" And I went all "only my coffee!" And when he was laying out all the things that etiquette says are a must when you're serving coffee and you're a barista, I went all "Save water, buddy. Don't give me plates and spoons you know I won't use just to pointlessly wash them. I just need a cup, any cup, that has coffee in it" and he went all, THANK YOU!" and it was funny. His reaction was funny. It was so overly exaggerated, hence funny. And I was like, "Wtf? Calm down! I just did you a favor! Don't your coffee-drinker customers do the same?" And his "oh, believe me, they don't" face was hilarious.

At some point he said, "oh, by the way, as a guy who makes coffee for a living, i enjoy talking to a girl who needs coffee for her living", and I loved that sentence so much. And it made me feel connected. And it was the perfect definition for our conversations. Cuz that's exactly how the drill goes. I arrive at the facility. I walk to the counter. I ask him for coffee. I enter the auditorium for the lecture. I get bored. I pretend I have to go to the restroom. I stop by the cafè. I ask for another coffee. We listen to Pink Floyd and talk. I go back to the auditorium. I get bored again. I go out. I take another coffee. Pink Floyd play in the background, and we talk. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc.

I said goodbye before leaving, and he told me, "don't you dare not take care of your creativity, kid!" And I was mesmerized. And suddenly life was beautiful although it was spring. And suddenly I saw why it's worth living. And suddenly I remembered what makes it such. And suddenly I felt alive. I felt in the right place at the right time. Having the right soul.

#was in my draft and i forgot i didnt actually post it yesterday lmaooo #yeah we definitely pulled a lorelai-luke but without the romance and more like a lorelai-mia. it was sweeeeeet #lorelai gilmore #lauren graham #cinnamon diary

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The Aftermath

Pairing - Castiel/Dean Winchester Word Count - 1,003

A motel room brings back memories that send Dean to a bar where he runs into someone who reminds him a little too much of a certain angel.

Fic below break

It's been 3 years since Cas died. 3 years of sitting in the library alone, 3 years of being reminded of him by every fucking thing in the bunker, and 3 years of avoiding the dungeon like the plague.

I dream of that moment every night. Most of the time, it's the same, with him smiling, saying "I love you," the Empty opening up behind me, him shoving me aside, and then him getting enveloped in it, but some nights it's different. Those nights, I don't freeze up. I tell him that I love him too, and we kiss. I try to stop the Empty from taking him, but I'm powerless against it. He still gets covered in the black goo, he still gets taken away from me, and, those nights, I wake up shaking with tears streaming down my face, clutching my pillow in my hands so hard I'm surprised it hasn't ripped yet.

I still go on hunts, but it's no longer because I want to help people. It's because I need to punch something, anything, or I might go insane. I don't go on that many of them, not anymore, but today the dreams, no, nightmares, were bad, so I'm on my way to a haunted train track in San Antonio, Texas. Sam insisted on going with me, and, for the most part, the car ride is silent. Sam tries to start up a conversation, but everything he mentions reminds me of Cas. Hell, even just going on this hunt reminds me of him.

After about 13 and a half hours of nonstop driving, we finally get there. We find a motel and get a room, and the second I see the room, I freeze. It looks just like the room from Oklahoma City, where Cas said that he would watch over me. Fuck.

I quickly leave the room, chest heaving and tears filling my eyes. I get in Baby and just drive. I end up at a bar called Brooks Pub, and I immediately start drinking. I only stop when I feel an all-too-familiar hand on my shoulder. I look up hesitantly, and it's him. I flinch away from his touch, and he tilts his head to the side, giving me that look that's part confusion and part concern that he always used to give me. He's wearing a white sweater with a tan knit vest over it and jeans, with a pair of golden circle-framed glasses resting on his nose.

"Cas?" I breathe, barely above a whisper, "Is that you?"

Now he looks completely confused.

"Who's Cas?" he says in that voice that sounds like whiskey over gravel, looking even more confused.

I blink, wondering if it's just my imagination, but there's no way I could ever forget that face or that voice.

"Castiel, come on, man. This isn't funny," I say desperately.

"I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong person. My name's Alex."

I freeze. "Alex?" I say hesitantly. He doesn't remember me. Why doesn't he remember me?

"Yeah. If you want, I could help you find your friend. Castiel, was it?" he continues, "That's a bit of an odd name."

"It's no use. He's gone," I say, and a soft look crosses his features. He steps around me and sits on the stool next to me, taking a sip of his Fallen Angel cocktail. I let out a broken laugh at the irony of the name.

"What happened?" he asks gently, and I think, why the hell not? I won't tell him the whole story, of course, but what harm could telling him a little do?

"Someone was trying to kill us, and he sacrificed himself for me. He killed her, but he died in the process. Before he did, though, he told me that I'm the most- the most caring man on Earth and that I changed him. He told me that he loved me. He told me that he loved me, and I didn't even get the chance to tell him that I love him too," I say, the last part barely a whisper.

Something seems to shift in his features, and he sucks in a sharp breath. "Dean?" he asks quietly, and my heart skips a beat.

"Cas? Is that you?" I ask hopefully, searching his face for some sign that he remembers.

"It's me, Dean," he says. "Did you mean that?"

"Mean what?" I say dumbly, still not able to get over the fact that Cas is here. He stands up, and I do the same, unsure of where this conversation is going.

"That you love me too," Cas says, expression unreadable.

"Of course I do," I say, and then, suddenly, we're kissing. I don't know who started it, and, honestly, I don't care. This is everything that I've been dreaming about for three years, with his hands grabbing at my hair, his chest against mine, and his stubble scratching against my cheek. It's enough for my knees to go weak, literally. He grabs me around my waist and pulls me into his lap, kissing me hungrily.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he groans into my mouth, and I'm about to respond when I hear a throat clearing behind us.

"Dean? What's going- Is that Cas?" Sam says incredulously.

"Hello, Sam," Cas says, not taking his focus off of me.

"Can you give us a minute, Sammy? We're kind of in the middle of something right now," I say, annoyed.

"Okay?" Sam says, clearly dumbfounded.

I can hear him walking away, and after he's gone, Cas pulls away. I try to follow him, not wanting the moment to end.

"Dean, we should probably go. Sam's probably extremely confused, and I don't think that this is a conversation that can wait," he says. "I'll make it up to you at home, though," he promises with an intense look in his eyes, and that's all I need to hear to follow him out of the door.

#destiel #deancas #casdean #dean/cas #cas/dean #ao3 #fanfic

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castle-dominion · 9 months

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6x2 dreamworld

Castle still hasn't told becks that esposito thinks dreamworld is a thing. Or yk say "I heard abt it for derek storm"

There was only one existing "vial" of toxin? I mean like...

& then isn't US healthcare rly bad?

Is castle allowed in the investigation now?

"You told esposito?"

I think BRONSON thought it did

Lol castle, who is dying, is doing better than beckett.

Only an hour or two? how close is their thinking? he has 10-12 hours living & then another 1-2 hours?

reporter's gonna be dead

sleep when I'm dead" lol

RC: And if it doesn’t work out, I’ll be out of your hair by the end of the day.

RmC: Is he always such a character?

You know, cops lie to you all the time. Be careful.

Just having this convo in a coffee shop?

IDK much abt this, I've seen it before & I'm still confused.

RmC is talking so slowly...

Oh heck yeah, the sec of defense is SO hiding stuff.

He has a slight lisp, his S is an SH.

Beckett is too much of a homicide cop, she talks to people firmly instead of being polite to this guy.

If it indeed does exist.

Is he lying when becks asked him abt valkyrie?

how much of the toxin do they HAVE?

Wasn't that beckett's ringtone in earlier seasons?

If I'm not there tomorrow <3 <3 <3

Martha KNOWS something is wrong.

Oof those "see you tomorrow"s dsjlskdjfslkdjf

The washington monument lol.

Love dual citizenship.

K but how is the antidote administered?

& how MUCH toxin/antidote is there? Maybe it is a rly small thing & he DOES have it in his backpack but it's so small u didn't notice at first.

RC: Thanks. For letting me be a part of this.

Vilante: When you write your next novel, maybe you’ll find a place for a dashing Colombian American federal agent.

RC: Consider it done.

Rasheed: (laughs) You have a gift for making every fact sound sinister.

That's cops for ya.

But you left AFTER he did...

Oh he was following him & then they talked & then it didn't matter who left first.

Here's the plot: Rasheed saw Bronson holding the dead body of a young woman, Bronson pulled a gun on him, they kept it a secret.

Bronson thinks rasheed told someone.

He could come up with a lie like that, plenty of people do.

Btw bronson was in that car for ages, what if he exposed other ppl to that toxin babes? Also did they ever figure out who planted the aeresol toxin in his car?

"We've been trying to highlight things for years, we didn't realize that the highlighters were black" -the fbi

Not since typewriters. i & W. & the music too.

Love a good old transcript. https://dustjackets.fandom.com/wiki/6x02_transcript

INT – TWELFTH PRECINCT BULLPEN

KEVIN RYAN and JAVIER ESPOSITO exit the elevator.

KEVIN RYAN:

I just always thought that you and I would have kids together.

All the fangirls: wHat.?

(clipped)

Martha going to rysposito for help <3

Castle & his bad coffee lol.

It is his death, he can joke about it if he wants.

Lol typing.

Dun dun dun, valkyrie is the servant girl who is getting killed in there. Whoops.

Dun dun dun he mentioned dreamworld.

Vilante is me: But if he wanted to silence Bronson, why would he go to the trouble of setting him up first? And none of this explains the theft of the toxin.

So confused.

lmao waterboarding the truth out of secretary reed.

My man has a NICE house

"the woman whose husband is dying"

Ask him "then tell me who to actually ask about!"

rysposito calling beckett & castle's mom & all this stuff...kjsdkfhsjdk

She's smart but risked her job on it.

Also yeah castle is getting more shortness of breath, how long does he have now?

The reporter boy claimed the body of the servant agent?

Why would the reporter, Brad, have given up his information earlier in the episode then?

It's one of the oldest motives there is.

RC: I was given less than a day to live just a little less than a day ago

(i shouldn't find that funny)

Man has a nice apartment, too bad Castle doesn't have his writer vest tho

WOULD he have all that info in his house? is he that messy?

But maybe becks should call the doc anyway so he can administer it bro...

Oh now that is sick (so cool & poetic tho)

You & your stupid hunches <3.

Looks a bit like the guy from the show mum & lil bro are watching. oliver queen.

The sugarbowl

Also nobody knew he had an appointement for an interview with the wife? rly?

Castle *falls*

anTidote babe.

Oh Castle is going to wake up & trip this guy lol.

Oh it's mccord,, not castle. too bad. Good how she trusted her partner's hunches tho.

So castle almost dies & then makes a full recovery?

INT – HOSPITAL

KB: Castle.

Her voice is soft over the beep of the machines. She reaches out to stroke his neck.

KB: Castle.

He hums as he travels back into wakefulness.

KB: Hey.

She smiles.

RC: Hi. I had the strangest dream and you were there.

MR: Oh, thank God.

AC: Hey Dad.

RC: And you were there and you were there.

They grab is hand.

Pi: Hey Mr. C. I did some healing reiki on you. Looks like it worked.

RC: (dryly) And you were there.

(I love Pi. Lives in amsterdam where shrooms & weed are legal, lived in costa rica & went home with Alexis even tho he doesn't have a passport, later on becomes a bee counting biologist or smth, lights up sage, practices reiki, he is a very culturally learned man.)

Ooh th emusic djfksldfsdkjflskjd

Beckett chill, it's like when you let drug dealers off the hook bc they help with your murder investigation. You do that all the time.

That's what partners do <3 <3 <3

I think I got some clips from this one...

#castle 6x2 quote #castle 6x2 spoilers #castle 6x2 #the valkyrie/dreamworld episodes

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mirage-of-the-virtuoso · 1 year

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rank your trio from most to least popular with their coworkers!!! (for arioch that can either mean when it was with the court or now that it's hanging around w the commander and co) -@wyldblunt

Hehehehe-

Honestly, I feel like making two separate lists for this

In terms of "most liked/respected" it goes like this

Aurienal: They are sociable, they are caring and compassionate, they are single-handedly managing Chrys's stress half the time so he's not either tearing heads off or imploding from his anxiety, and they can have a good time!

Chrysallus: He may be Pact Commander and Aurene's champion, but beyond the titles, a lot of people don't know him well enough to make comments. Part of that is the apparent propaganda war between Aurienal and Arioch about his personality. Chrys knows nothing about this. Otherwise, he is capable of being civil for a lot of bullshit.

Arioch: As a Courtier? There are a lot that want it dead. After joining Chrys's group and then post-PoF though, they see it as a source of entertainment, spinning wild conspiracy theories. It's seen more as a person when it opens a little shop in LA, selling potions and incense mainly. Does it still grate on people's nerves? Hell yeah, it's funny to rile people up. But at least people aren't trying to kill it.

Now the list for the Court, because they are people too and have heard enough gossip to debate this

Chrysallus: Beside the vested interest of "if we turn the dragon's champion and hero of tyria to nightmare, we'd be unstoppable!" train of thought, he's actually pretty well-liked among the Court. There was a period of time where Chrys got into all sorts of trouble for spying on the Court, but Auri was the only dreamer who knew about certain things, like tending to an injured courtier's wounds out of the kindness of his heart. This is met with a lot of confusion, but they felt respected as people. He's usually left alone for that day.

Arioch: Again, it is a source of entertainment by the Court when it was there by potion mishaps and wild mechanical creations wreaking havoc in Caledon. Popularity spiked hearing that Chrys was dead and it's Dark Hunt was complete, but fell out of favor once it left the Court for good. Now it is kill on sight if a courtier spots it.

Aurienal: For obvious reasons, they are seen as a more devout Dreamer. Let's also not forget the incident with the white stag, which Sariel took high offense with enough to attack the Grove over. They would kill courtiers on sight as a reflex, but so long as they don't trigger their fight or flight, they are usually left alone.

#catmander chrysallus #mender aurienal #ex courtier arioch #reblog game #ramblings of chrysallus #wyldblunt #tysm for the ask owo #i took some flexibility with 'coworker' because only arioch was ever truly involved #but chrys has actively helped heal courtiers out in the wild. so even if he wasn't directly part of the court i think this should count #and auri shouldn't be left out despite actively hindering the court's plans

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