#and then sam writes him off and writes in a gay dude

[jasmines-library]

hi!

So I was thinking that their little sister is lesbian (if you're comfortable with this kind of stuff though) but she doesn't know. So she's 15 and one day a guy tries to flirt with her in a dinner, but she's just staring in complete fascination at a cute girl behind her. And after the guy goes away Dean calls her out. After she kind of goes on a date with the girl and some homophobic dude comes walking past whilst they're kissing and says some pretty mean stuff. And when her brothers find out they comfort her.

Thank you so much and I wish you a very good day and happy new year!

Unconditional

Note: I literally love this request as a gay girly myself. This was super cute to write!

Warnings: Homophobia but Sam and Dean to the rescue, homophobic slurs and swearing. Please read with warning that this is fairly heavy and may be triggering although I have tried to keep it non-explicit...but it's also a little cheesy too..

Word Count: 1.6k

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You knew that the guy beside you was trying to talk to you. His low voice but through the chatter as he leaned on the coffee-stained counter beside you, just a tad too close for your liking. He had sauntered over and was trying to drop compliments, but you didn’t really hear anything he was saying. You were completely fixated on the girl sitting in a booth across the room. She was with her two friends but you couldn’t take your eyes off of her and the way she smiled with not only her rosy lips but also with her eyes. You admired the lilt of her voice as she spoke with a grin and the way her hair, which was tucked neatly behind her ears to show off her face, cascaded over her shoulders. She was beautiful and you were in awe. Then, her gaze shifted away from you and her eyes met yours. Before you could turn away quickly, she blushed and gave you a small smile to hold your gaze.

“So, what do you say?” The boy asked you expectantly, though you were still too entranced to take a notice. 

Dean cleared his throat and nudged you from under the table with his knee. “Y/N?”

You tore your gaze away from the girl and snapped towards your brother who indicated to the boy with his head.

“Sorry- What?”

“I said, ‘Did you maybe want to go out sometime?’”

You felt awful, because you had every intention of answering the guy to send him away, but you found your attention shifting towards the girl across the diner again. 

“Sorry, pal.” Sam told the guy, “I don’t think she’s very interested.”

The boy nodded and left, slightly deflated that his attempts had failed. 

“What the hell was all that about, kid?” Sam furrowed his brow. “What’s got you so distracted?”

Dean, who was sitting opposite you, craned his head to follow your eyeline, where he spotted the girl you had been fascinated by. He turned to you with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“I think I’ve got her all figured out, Sammy.” He pointed to the girl. “She is so checking that girl out.”

“What?! Am not.”

“Are too. I know that look when I see it.”

You huffed and sunk down in your chair. 

It was then that her and her friends shuffled out of the booth and made their way towards the door. As they passed you and your brothers she smiled at you shyly. You watched as she pushed open the door and the bell chimed signalling that she had left, but you continued to watch her in awe through the window. 

“Are you just gonna sit there and stare?” Sammy raised an eyebrow. 

“Huh?”

“Go get her number.” Dean urged, ushering you out of the booth. Your cheeks flushed as you chased quickly after her.

The sunlight hit your face as soon as you stepped out of the diner and you made your way slowly over to her. She smiled brightly as she saw you approaching and excused herself away from her friends for a moment.

“Hi” She greeted, “I was wondering if you were going to come and speak to me.”

“Hey.” You smiled “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to finally put a name to your pretty face.” She said before giving you her name. 

“So um…” You swallowed thickly trying to conjure up the courage to ask her for her number. This was something you had never done before… sure, you had never really shown much interest in guys, and you knew that every time you glanced at one of the women on the front of one of your brothers magazines, or spotted a pretty girl walking down the street you couldn’t help but feel that something was different, but you were never able to place it until now. You had thought it was because you never had time to spend hanging out with people outside of hunting, but now that Dean had pointed it out, you knew that he was onto something. You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach that you felt when you looked at the girl before you, and back in the diner you had been so desperate to talk to her that you found your thoughts drifting to what it would be like, however now it was actually happening it was like your mind was betraying you because you couldn’t think of anything to say as your body froze. You took a deep breath and cleared your mind. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?”

She looked at you with a look of pure happiness that made you melt. “I would love to.”

~

The two of you sat inside the diner again a few days later. The two of you had been texting back and forth constantly after exchanging numbers and you couldn’t contain your excitement. You had taken her to the cinema across town before you two made you way to the diner. She looked even more beautiful than the time you had first seen her as she sat across from you, sipping her milkshake which you had purchased for her with Dean’s plagiarised credit card. The two of you spent hours talking to each other and laughing at the other's jokes and you barely noticed the sun setting and the busy diner thinning out, she had even reached out to grab your hand from across the table which she kept there until her it was eventually time to leave. 

You walked her back to her house, slightly disheartened when you finally reached it and the pair of you paused just in front of it. 

Reaching out, she tucked a loose piece of your hair behind your ear. The closeness made your stomach flutter and you blushed. Suddenly her rosy lips were on yours. You leaned into the kiss, kissing her back with the same keen gentleness that she had initiated it with. When she finally pulled away, the kiss leaving you breathless, the two of you let out a small chuckle only to have the moment ruined by a passer by who glared at the two of you in disgust before rolling his eyes.

“Great, just what this town needs. More dykes.” His words cut deep and your heart sank as they crushed everything you had been working to accept was okay about yourself. The longer you looked at him, the more you recognised him. It was the boy from the diner. The one that had tried to ask you out but you ignored. It seemed he also seemed to recognise you too.

“You’re the girl from the diner.” He started shaking his head. “No wonder you weren’t interested you fucking freak.”

“Excuse you?” your date asked, clenching her fists and taking a step forward. 

“I said you’re disgusting.” He spat. “That shouldn’t even be allowed.”

“Listen here-” She took another step forward, but you put out a hand to stop her. The last thing the two of you needed now was for this to become a fight. 

“Don’t. Just leave it.”

She stepped back and with one last huff the boy left with his head held high.  

“I’m sorry-” 

“It’s not your fault.” She said as you looked at your shoes. 

“I know… but I can’t help but feel responsible.”

“Well you shouldn’t.” She told you, cupping your face and cutting off any more of your protesting with another kiss to your lips before turning up the steps to her house. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

~

Sam and Dean were still awake when you shuffled in through the door, trying to poorly plaster a smile on your face. Of course they were, they wouldn’t sleep until they knew you were safely in bed at the motel. Sam was typing away on his laptop at the table while Dean had sprawled himself out on the bed with a box of pizza and was watching shitty tv. 

“There she is!” Dean said when he saw you in the doorway. “How was it?”

You shrugged, trying to keep up a happy facade. “It was good.”

“What’s the matter, kiddo?” Sam frowned as he shut his laptop and crossed the room to sit on the bed. 

“Nothing.”

“Y/N.”

“I told you. It’s nothing.”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Did things not work out between the two of you?” Dean asked.

“No. No. It’s not that.”

“Then what?” your eldest brother pressed.

“Someone said something.” You admitted, eyes finally brimming with tears that you had tried so desperately hard to keep from escaping. The boys words had made you feel so... wrong. “The boy from the diner. Called us names. Said we were ‘freaks’”

“He what?” Dean clenched his fists, but Sam shut him down with one look as you began to cry. 

“Oh kid” Sam said, pulling you close to his chest. “You’re not a freak. Don’t listen to him.”

“But I am, Sammy.” 

“No.” Dean shut you down quickly. “Don’t say that Y/N. You are perfect just the way you are.”

Sam agreed. “Exactly. Who cares what that guy thinks, Y/N?”

“Me?” you sniffled “I don’t want people to treat me differently-”

“We’re not gonna treat you differently. You think we’d really do that, Kid? We’re your brothers.” Sam asked gently. 

“Exactly. You don’t see us treating Charlie any differently, do you?”

“No.” you moved your head away from Sam’s shirt which was now covered in your tears to see Dean moving closer to you. 

“We love you unconditionally, sweetheart.” He said and he wrapped you up in his arms, placing his chin atop your head. “Nothing you could tell us is ever going to change that. Nothing.”

#supernatural x reader #writing #supernatural #angst #spn #hurt/comfort #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x sister reader #sam winchester x sister reader #dean winchester x little sister reader #sam winchester x little sister reader #supernatural x sister reader #supernatural x little sister reader #supernatural fanfic #lesbian #wlw #wlw love #lesbian pride #LGBTQ+

[leupagus]

Live Gus Reacts! After a nap

So this one isn't going to be long because my carpal tunnel is acting up, but I loved this episode. Yes, there were some after-school-special elements, but I think Chuck Hayward knocked it out of the park, especially considering this was his only screenplay for this show (of course, he's won Emmys for Wandavision and is about to run his own show so dude knows what he's about). It felt much more interwoven than last week's, and certainly flowed a lot better.

I'm hilarified that Edyta Budnik's Polish background was used for Jade's character, similar to how most of the Richmond players' actual backgrounds are used on the show (and why I had her reading a book in Polish in the WifeGuy fic I'm writing). I will say that Rupert, specifically, clocking that was an interesting moment because there is a very real (and ugly) history of prejudice against Polish immigrants in England; Rupert was not being charming there, by any means. The whole interaction with Rupert and Nate in this episode was really fascinating, because Rupert's clearly alarmed at the fact that Nate is getting outside support — he was so effective at cutting Nate completely off from everyone at Richmond, but here Nate is, building his own network here (Roger's invitation suggests to me that this isn't the first time Nate's been out with the West Ham staff/team after a game). And for Rupert, that's unacceptable — Nate's become as much a "possession" to him as Rebecca once was, so he's going to try his best to keep Nate isolated. Unfortunately for him, Nate is still The Great and is learning to balance his newfound pride with his enduring kindness. So however that shakes out will be fun to watch, I think. (All the fingers crossed that it ends with Rupert getting struck by lightning, because really how could you improve on mardia's masterpiece.)

One thing I hate about this storyline, though, is that Nick Mohammed is still having to field abuse from racist fans who think he hasn't "atoned" enough to be allowed happiness or character growth; I love seeing more of Nate, but not at the expense of Mohammed having to deal with this bullshit.

Re: the Colin storyline, I can't really say whether or not it was handled well or poorly, because my personal reaction to it has overwritten that kind of objective analysis. I've read a few reactions, which run the gamut, and I can see how those scenes may have left people disappointed/elated/angry/satisfied. For me, knowing that this episode was written by a Black man my age, from my mom's alma mater (and uhhhh glad to see they changed the mascot from when she went there) and that he and Dylan Marron were the two writers "in charge" of Colin's storyline does make me more inclined to see the choices — Ted's ridiculous Denver Broncos analogy, Isaac's lashing out and somewhat remedial "how does gay work" questions — as deliberate explorations of how straight men can and do react to finding out their friend is gay: not perfectly or even well, but borne out of love and respect and desire to protect. I was very grateful that the entire team immediately accepted Colin, because the last thing I wanted in that moment was "realism." Ditto with Colin's playing improving in the second half of the game, now that his two lives are (at least partially) connected; that's likely not what would happen IRL but I didn't care, even a little bit.

I'll admit I VERY much dig Rebecca as Tough Mom character this season; she's been doling out some extremely good advice to people, and it's delightful to me. Yes, she's a main character who's not getting enough to do, but like Ted I think the show still works when she's not in the spotlight, and when she gets to be the one offering support rather than needing it. And I adore her and Roy's weird-ass relationship, it's just incredible to get these glimpses into how they see each other.

Other than that: Sam giving Jamie the middle finger AND a beautiful smile was amazing, Jamie being pleased to be clocked as queer was interesting, the Higgins And Rebecca Buddies Fun Time is still great, and I want every one of Trent Crimm's t-shirts. And a clementine.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #believe mothereffers #also did anyone else notice Michelle's absolutely exhausted 'please ted we gotta let the teacher go' tone #like god bless and I love Ted dearly #but Ted when he's in full Win You Over mode really is EXHAUSTING

[my-soupy-brain]

hey!! i recently found your blog and i LOVE it your writing is so brilliant and i really enjoy it. i’m a gay dude so i dunno, i was wondering if you’d be willing to do a lil thing for a male reader?? my brain’s going to sunshine, sweet reader x grumpy roy. and the reader’s starting to rub off on roy so all of the players coaches are like “omg??? you’re actually decent to be around?? you’re obviously in love tell us her name so we can buy her a pint” and he goes “uhhhhh well actually his name is y/n” or whatever and the boys are like “cool….we need to buy him a pint that boy is a SAINT” and they’re all accepting and nice because i’m self indulgent lol

it’s cool if not tho!! i hope u have a great night either way ily

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS AND I AM HERE FOR YOU. I hope I can write Roy as fluidly as I feel I can write Ted but since he's made an appearance a couple of times, I think I can. Your synopsis is perfect. So let's gooo!

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Relationship: Roy Kent x reader (m)

Warnings: Cute fluff + lust

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You rolled over and saw Roy's gorgeous smile staring back at you.

"Good morning," he said softly, his hand over yours on your pillow.

"Well, good morning," you replied, leaning in to kiss him.

This is how most mornings with Roy started. He was in awe of you. That you came into his life. Awakened him. Brought him joy and peace he didn't know before.

As you make your coffee and tea, Roy lets his hand rest on your hip for a moment and then slide across your back as he reaches above you for a mug.

It always catches you by surprise.

His big, warm hands. His lithe fingers. How they feel when they touch your body, and especially your skin.

"This is my favorite part of my day, you know," Roy says, smiling across the table with his mug in his hands. "Having quiet mornings with you."

"Why Roy Kent, I never thought I'd see the calm, quiet side of you from the moment I met you," you reply. "It's quite welcome."

Roy remembers how edgy he was before you came into his life. How his heart had been broken a few times before. How he kept everyone pushed out.

But the night you met him, something clicked.

You asked how he was doing.

No one has ever asked that before.

You asked him about his hobbies, what he was reading.

No one had ever asked that, either.

So yeah, falling in love with you? The sunshine, the calm, the quiet blue sky of you? He was all in. Finally.

...

Roy came into his office whistling.

That was the first clue that something was going on. Coach Beard and Ted Lasso looked at each other across their pushed-together desks and then watched Roy shake his coat off and put it over his chair, still whistling a tune.

He picked up his phone and smiled at a text from you.

Hey, handsome. Have a good day at work. xoxo

Roy put his phone down and walked into Beard and Ted's office.

"Hey, how's it going?"

Beard put his book down and stared, open-mouthed. Ted felt a little startled.

In the years Roy's been here coaching, he's never just popped in to ask how they -- or anyone else -- are doing.

"You doin' OK there, Roy-o?" Ted asked.

"Perfect, actually. Why?"

Ted just shrugged nonchalantly. "No reason."

Roy went back into his office and sat at his desk, writing down some ideas he had for plays. Preparing for the day of practice ahead.

On the pitch, he still used his yelling WHISTLE! but when Jamie apologized for messing up a play, Roy just smiled.

"It's OK, Jamie. We'll just run it again," Roy said with a smile. Jamie cowered a little, waiting for a scolding. Roy put his hand on his shoulder. "Seriously, we'll just try again."

Jamie went back to the team, Jan and Dani and Sam happy that Roy didn't get angry, but equally confused.

In the locker room after practice, Roy is smiling. Jamie takes the plunge.

"OK, OK, I give up. What's her name?" Jamie asks Roy. Roy turns to look at Jamie.

"Huh?"

"Well you're clearly in a good mood, must be a bird. So what's her name?"

Roy shakes his head and smiles.

"Not a bird. And his name is y/n."

The locker room is almost a record scratch. All eyes are on Roy.

"I met someone, his name is y/n. And he's changed my life."

More silence.

And then a slow clap.

And more applause.

Jamie offers a hug, which Roy accepts.

"I'm happy for ya, old man," Jamie says with a smile. "So when do we meet him? Let's get a pint sometime soon, yeah?"

Roy nods and smiles. "Love to."

...

That's how you found yourself at the pub with some of the AFC Richmond team.

Your hands intertwined under the table. Roy giving you a kiss on the head when he gets up to grab another pint at the bar.

"We knew somethin' was up," Jamie says after taking a sip of beer.

You tilt your head. "Why's that?'

"He was smiling more, for starters. He even walks differently. He usually walks like this..." Jamie pushes his shoulders up and imitates a scowl. "And now he's...relaxed?"

You smile. "I"m glad. He's certainly been better in my life."

Jamie smiles. "We're glad, too. Less sprints around the pitch now!"

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Hope you enjoyed this, friend! Thank you for your kind words, and thank you for this prompt. This was very sweet. I think Roy would love to be loved like that. Gently and compassionately. What a journey for him. Thanks again!

#roy kent x reader #roy kent fanfic #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent x you

[kriskubed]

In which Blaine FINALLY comes out to Kurt. I guess in verse their sexuality hasn't even come up before now, but I always knew there needed to be a coming out scene to get to the other scenes that live in my head. And it took me ages to write one that I didn't hate. ~

Blaine had been spending a lot more time with Sam at school now that Kurt was gone. They didn’t have many classes together, but their friendship had blossomed in comic book club once they discovered their mutual love of superheroes, Star Wars, and all things Tolkien. Thankfully they had the same lunch period, so Blaine had a friend to distract him when he was missing Kurt the most. 

“Check out that new girl over there,” Sam said one day, tossing his head in the direction of a nearby table. “She's hot.”

Blaine looked and considered. She was pretty, by anyone’s standards, but hot? 

“I guess,” he replied, figuring agreeing was the easiest path here.

“You guess?! Dude, look at her!” 

Blaine had looked. And he knew kids their age were starting to date, and that he was supposed to start seeing girls in “that” way, but he just didn't. 

“She's pretty, Sam,” he said. 

“If I knew her at all, I'd totally ask her to the homecoming dance. But it’s like, kind of creepy to just go up and ask out someone you don’t even know, right?”

“Right. But I know her. She’s in my English class. She seems pretty cool. I can introduce you later if you want.”

“Really? Thanks, man. So, what about you?” Sam continued around bites of burger as he glanced around the room. “You gonna ask anyone this year? Tina maybe?”

“Tina's a great friend, but that's all,” Blaine said. He'd honestly never thought of her as anything more. “I’ll probably just go with friends, like always. There really isn't anyone I like, like that.” It was the truth, but he felt his heart speed up as he said it, knowing Sam assumed he meant a girl when really Blaine was becoming increasingly aware that the reason for his lack of interest in girls might be something other than just being a “late bloomer,” as his grandma would say. For now he just wanted to change the subject.

“Why don’t we go say hi right now?” Blaine suggested, noticing that Sam’s tray was empty. 

“Yeah?”

“Sure, come on.” They gathered the remnants of their lunches and tossed them in the trash on the way over to the new girl’s table.

~

He’d come to the realization gradually, and then all at once. I’m gay. He tumbled the words over and over in his head, reliving the little moments that brought him from the first inkling that he might be to knowing without a doubt that it was true. Now the words ached to be said aloud. 

He snuggled in his sleeping bag on the floor beside Kurt’s bed, trying to gather the courage to tell him. Somehow the difficult things had always been easier to say under cover of darkness. They’d spent years of sleepovers whispering secrets to each other in the night.

“Are you still awake?” Kurt asked before Blaine had worked up the nerve to speak.

“Yeah,” Blaine replied.

“McKinley… it’s not…” Kurt began. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want my dad to worry. I thought it might get better, but… The jocks…”

“The jocks what, Kurt?” Blaine asked with concern when Kurt trailed off.

“They say I’m gay,” Kurt forced out quietly.

“You know who you are,” Blaine said. He didn’t know if it was true, and he didn’t want to force Kurt into answering the question he wanted to ask. “It doesn’t matter what they think.”

Kurt was quiet, except for a little non-committal hum. Eventually, he continued. “It’s not just what they say. A few of them, they shove me.”

“Kurt!” Blaine gasped out, sitting up to look at him. “You have to tell someone. You can’t just let them-”

Kurt cut him off. “I can’t. It would only be worse.”

“But Kurt-”

“No. I’m done talking about it.” 

Blaine knew that tone, and he knew there was no use trying to discuss it further. He’d let it go for now, but he knew this was serious and he wasn’t about to just stand by and let his best friend get bullied.

He dropped back down onto his pillow and waited a while to see if Kurt would say anything more, but he’d clearly meant it when he said he was done talking about it. Eventually, Blaine broke the silence. 

“Hey Kurt… there’s something I want to tell you.” He wasn’t sure if it was still the right time after what Kurt had just revealed to him, but he needed to get the words out of his head. And well, they were on the subject. He took a deep calming breath, closed his eyes, and decided to stop second guessing himself and just go for it. 

“I am... Gay, I mean. You don’t have to say anything. I just… needed to say it. To someone.”

Kurt rolled onto his side to peer over the edge of the bed. “You know it doesn’t matter to me what you are,” he said. “You’re still my best friend.”

“I know,” Blaine said back. He did know, but he was still relieved. 

Kurt rolled back onto his pillow. 

“I haven’t told anyone else yet.”

“Okay. Are you going to?”

“I don’t know. I mean, eventually, obviously. But right now? Maybe not. I really needed someone else to know though.”

“Well, I’m honored you picked me.”

“Who else would I pick? You’re my best friend.”

“Blaine?”

“Yeah?”

“I just needed someone to know too. But I’m not ready to tell anyone else yet. Please don’t…” Kurt's voice was small and he sounded scared.

Blaine wasn’t happy about it, but he understood. He wouldn't betray Kurt's trust. “Okay, Kurt. But just for now. If they don’t stop, someone has to say something.”

“Okay.”

“Okay…”

#klaine #klaine fanfiction #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #sam evans #the boy next door verse #coming out

[vole-mon-amour]

IWTV, 1x02.

I love how he gives the man the drink, then takes/catches it right back as gracefully. Chef's kiss.

The dude is so chill at moments. If I didn't know better, I'd say he's great. Very entertaining, this comedy.

He's a walking and talking aesthetic.

In the book I feel for Louis (but mostly for Claudia, though, the rest can choke), but in the show it's the opposite for me. I want to love Lestat. God, I love broken, often abused bastards. They don't need to be fixed (if they don't want it), but need to be loved.

A sudden thought: maybe I want to love this Lestat (and want him to be Louis tbh) bc he looks so much like Pitt's Louis. That's why it's so unsettling to me. He would nail that character, too.

Lmao. He still was his master in the books & they both were white. It was abuse at it is.

I keep asking myself if I would believe if such book was actually to exist & I'm still not sure. So, like... a warning? Some would read it, think about some dude imagining things & move on with their life.

I fucking LOVE hands. The show is so dark & I'm so lazy to open photoshop and fix it to enjoy it properly. Just... HANDS. Fingers. Rings. He, him too but yeah.

Watching all of this and still facing the same problem I was facing as I saw people screaming about the show. I can't fully get used to Jacob as Louis. They should've probably given him a different name. Use Lestat, but create another family for this 'Louis' (bc that's basically what they did. If I'm correct, even Louis' brother dies on doorsteps in the book? And I always thought it must have been Lestat. Either way, I don't think Louis' brother walked off the roof like in the show.)

I hate saying this 'cause it makes me sound like I'm a part of the problem, but: Louis looks different in the book (and it was clear he was white). He earns money by doing different things (even though, as I write, I realise that giving him whores instead of slaves kind of makes sense. They're just another kind of slaves.) Louis in the book dies in a different way (and Lestat definitely wasn't 'courting' him, he straight up decided to take Louis and enjoyed that very much).

I understand that this is a modern version. I get it. But a) my heart still lies with Claudia and what she had felt for Louis & what Louis felt for her b) I still long for good Louis 'cause I enjoy him a bit more that I enjoy Lestat (I don't think I even enjoy him, he's an ass in the book) & Pitt's Louis wasn't it. Sam looks the part, so my love kind of switches to that side. It's important to me how characters look, always has been. Even in fanfiction, if it stands against everything the character stands for, like tattoos and idk, veganism, and then in some AU a character is suddenly a meat eater and is covered in tattoos? I literally created an OC in my Uncharted 4 AU so I wouldn't change the entire personality of a character that already exist and could've had that role.

Say, Draco Malfoy had black hair out of nowhere. Harry Potter was a ginger. Sirius Black suddenly became fifty when he was thirty (lol lol lol). Ellie from TLOU was played by a girl that looks NOTHING like her (I'm still bitter about that). It's important details. I care about that.

So while I enjoy the gay part (that is finally gay enough), I just don't see Louis LOUIS in Jacob. And I suspect same will happen to me with Claudia. Her I love very much & I'm sure they fucked that one up completely. Sam, though? Beautiful.

Lestat being disgusted with Louis? Slay, king.

What I also realised about this 'Louis': he whines less. It's a drama in the book (that I sometimes get tired of, I admit). In the show? It is a comedy. They make it funny on purpose.

Oh, you're suddenly a noble prince, aren't you. x)

I honestly have suuuch mixed feelings about them making it look like love. Oh, it was so pure, so genuine, and they were in love. Maybe that's the book talks in me bc it was never stated explicitly about Lestat being in love (even though the yearning was obvious). But it wasn't all pure, "How can I say no to you?" He was probably lonely and bored when he made Louis a vampire. They fought so much, they were annoyed at each other. I see some glimpses of it here, but I see how it tries to look more like a love story. And that gets to me.

I like how they portray that Louis was getting closer with Lestat and distant from his own family. In the book it's mostly far away. The family is there, but Louis doesn't interact with them much. And Lestat gives him the right idea, that he has to distant himself from them. They're going to grow old and die. He is not. He needs to let them live their own lives.

This IS a comedy.

Stop hiring actors that can't speak the language clearly. I had to rewind and listen closely & I still don't understand what his first word is. Russian is my native language, for god's sake. It's always the subtitles that announce that they speak Russian, not me catching it.

Lmao. If it was the movie or the book, I'd say he's being mean. This, however? He makes it sound true and not mean at all.

Lmaooo. He is, somehow, relatable. IDK what that says about me and my character development since 2018, when I watched IWTV (1994) last. Gotta rewatch it, I guess.

HANDS [2]

His eyes full of tears, awww. For real though, I can't imagine how irritating the contacts were.

Predatory species. <3 Did the singer deserve to die for singing badly? No. Do I still enjoy Lestat being a hungry and angry meow meow? Yes. He can have a little treat. Though it's a shame that he decided to have Claudia for Louis as a treat, too. My baby girl deserved so much better.

This is such a huge leap from "just been created". I lost the track of when we went there.

He. Him. My goodness.

There he is. Lestat as he should be.

I have no idea how this works, but I disliked him in the book. This moment, though? I felt like it was... right? And more right in the book than here? It was fitting in the book. Right words, wrong timing here, I think. But yes, very Lestat.

Of course he did, this manipulative bastard. His me all his toxicity, I'm longing to see him in all his beauty. The book had it way more from the very beginning Lestat turned him into a vampire.

And I thought I caught myself thinking during the episode: if the interview was THAT long, I'd probably be bored out of my mind. It's a LOT.

#natiswatching #iwtv 2022

[bandsanitizer]

.

#okay but like headcanoning sam as bi is first off me being petty about his character #originally being written as queer until they decided he wasn’t kurt’s LI after the show paired off quinn and sam #and then it’s just also having a bi dude on the show despite the biphobic statement made on the show would be nice LMAO #like i know biphobia is real in the gay community and it’d have been nice if we saw any sort of repercussions outside of one conversation #but w/e basically i get that sam being bi probably would’ve also meant that blam would’ve happened but like #have you seen how they treat blaine and k****? there was no hope for blaine to have any meaningful romantic relationship outside of k**** #and i could yell about him dating in earlier s6 but that’s another post #but anyways they’d end up fcking up the platonic blam bc k**** which is why it didn’t happen #also again probably biphobia but either way like............. #i could write an essay on why blam had endgame potential and also an essay on bi!sam and why EVEN IF HE NEVER DATED BLAINE BC HE DIDNT #RECIPROCATE would still be valid and existent and like yes honestly if he was bi why wouldn’t he have dated blaine yes a valid point bc #he would’ve but again sam’s not canonically bi the post wasn’t saying that he was canonically bi #just that there was potential for it and it went wasted and also as someone who is bi 2x14 makes me want to yell about things #alison speaks? #i don’t want to tag this

[kagesdumpsterfire]

For those of you that think this is just about Destiel, I'm sorry you're wrong.

This is about Lily, who was the first of the special children to die. She was murdered and hung on a tower for shock value.

This is about Corbett, who was the first and only of the ghost facers to die. who's sexuality was used for comic relief (yes, I know we all enjoy the "Gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day" line, but let's call a spade a spade.

This is about Demian and Barns, whose relationship was used for comedic shock.

This is about Charlie, our first recurring LGBTQ+ character, whose brutal off screen death was used to "move the story along."

This is about Max Banes, whose story was forgotten about, even though there was obviously more to tell.

This is about Kaia, who was killed after expressing interest in Claire. And claire, for being almost erased from the narrative after the confirmation that she felt the same.

This is about AU Charlie, who lost TWO separate girlfriends and then was killed herself. (And erasing the scene where she awkwardly talks to Sam about her tryst with ROWENA)

And yes, it is about Castiel. The NB Angel in a Male vessel who fell in love with a man, and was killed after confessing said love.

And Dean Winchester, because honestly, who knows, but all signs point a certain way, but it is not our story to tell. it was his. And he was killed before he could. Before he could even explore what it means to be truly free, he was killed.

These aren't the only instances on the show either. There are several throughout ALL of the seasons where LGBTQ+ people have been used for comedy or shock value and then never heard from or seen again.

They could have done so much by just letting three little words, Hell, two fucking words, on screen, but they refused to make a stand and chose to pander to a dying audience.

So yes, we will celebrate the "Y yo a ti, Cas." We will try to figure out what went wrong in translation or editing, because this is so much bigger than Destiel.

For those of you who see these examples and say " see, you've always had rep, you just wanted to see Castiel and Dean together." Let me ask you? Is killing or writing off every LGBTQ+ member on your show really good rep?

For those of you who say " Well, Dean was always straight and changing it this late in the Game would have been pandering!" While, I know alot of people saw him as uber heterosexual, some of us never did, but that's not the point. People do come out later in life you know? Being anything other than strictly heterosexual is terrifying. There are so many risks. It takes years to build up the courage to be yourself, some people never even get the chance.it would not have been pandering, it would have been groundbreaking. It would have let people see that it is never too late to be free. But they didn't want to do that.

For those of you who think it was fetishization of two "hot dudes"..... maybe for some, and those people should be ashamed, because sexuality should never be fetishized. But get this, the story of Destiel was loved by all members of the community, as well as straight people too, and believe me, some of those members have no desire to see two dudes getting it on. It was the story of unconditional love and respect that drew us in.

This isn't just about Destiel. It IS about showing people that it's okay to love who you love and being free to be who you are, regardless of what society thinks.

So yes, we will go feral. We deserve it.

#destiel #supernatural #more than meets the eye #it's about so much more #theysilencedyou

[iceman-maverick]

modern sam seaborn headcanons

more modern west wing! sorry i’m actually not done with these.

it’s very important to me and non-negotiable that a 2021 sam seaborn is openly, unapologetically, and disastrously gay. he never was closeted so he doesn’t think it’s a big deal and doesn’t really bring it up. 

this utterly confounds most of the senior staff (excluding josh for obvious reasons [bi josh headcanons coming to a dash near you soon] and ainsley, who figured out sam’s mlm after a breathtakingly awkward attempt at asking him out, bless her) 

sam acquires  a mass following on stan twitter (like obama’s hot speechwriter!!) and it completely gets out of hand. secret service gets involved when a @WhatSamsWearingToday account manages to get a picture of sam in the oval office. cj is getting questions about fanfic in the press room, toby draws the short stick and ends up having to explain to leo what exactly the omegaverse is and why it’s an issue that the presidential seal is being associated with it 

hey remember how in season one they told us sam is a passionate, hobbyist sailor and then literally never revisited it? well in 2021, sam has a sailing vlog that he puts an absurd amount of effort into. he walks viewers through prepping, techniques, equipment, and then does cool shots on the water where he explains political concepts and the like. he’s getting very popular, and donates all the proceeds dc school funds 

sam is dc’s most eligible bachelor but his love life is a screwball comedy of errors. not once in his life has he been able to successfully pick up on the fact that handsome business man of the week is trying to buy him a drink. he just thought the dude was really interested in sam’s hot takes on geology

sam gets canceled on tiktok for supporting fast fashion after a video of him wearing a shein frog bucket hat gets leaked. what tiktok doesn’t know is that it’s actually toby’s hat. 

i got into this in my most recent fic but sam has A LOT of opinions on princess diana, meghan markle, and the rest of the royals. it’s beginning to become something of a foreigns relations crisis because he keeps putting in subtle anti-charles messaging in whenever they’re writing for uk stuff

despite being a man of the 21st-and-2-decades-century, sam is desperately out of touch. he’s can quote maybe three vines at best, and is frightened deeply by tiktok. his instagram still has the auto-post on facebook feature activated and he doesn’t know how to turn it off, which josh thinks is very funny

after josh makes a particularly embarrassing blunder with the senate, cj comes up with the brilliant idea to collaborate with vogue to do one of those “the bartlet admin senior staff answer 73 questions” videos where they essentially do walk-and-talks. you’d think this would go over well but sam gets so overwhelmed by a question about his zodiac sign that he flips over a chair and knocks down donna. the clip goes viral so i guess cj’s plan to distract from josh worked out in the end lol

okay that’s it for now, peace & love, love & light, let me know if you want more of these but tbh i’ll probably just drop more as they come to me. i am thinking THOUGHTS about donna and amy  👀

#modern west wing au #sam seaborn #josh lyman #toby ziegler #cj cregg #leo mcgarry #jed bartlet #donna moss #amy gardner #the west wing #tww #west wing #tww fic #tww fanfic #sam/josh #josh x sam #gay sam seaborn #west wing au #okay i think that's enough tags LMFAO #i just want to keep this fandom ACTIVE #i love making these and yall seemed to like the last one so let's see #watch this get total crickets lol

[babyboibucky]

Project V: Pierced

Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky convinces you to get matching nipple piercings.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, mention of oral, piercing pain lmfao, these two being dumbasses as usual

A/N: Maaaaaaaan, seeing Seb with them piercings really hyped me up to write shit lmfao

Project V Masterlist ||  MAIN MASTERLIST

“Let’s get matching something.”

Bucky proposed as he lounged on your bed, his notes against his chest. You just got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your chest with water droplets dripping from your neck down to your cleavage. You saw how Bucky’s eyes followed the droplets until it disappeared into your towel.

“Matching what?” You asked and started applying lotion all over your body.

Bucky’s ears turned red as he watched your hands slide up from your calf up to your thighs, the hem of your towel riding up a bit to expose your skin beneath. You snapped your fingers right in his face and made a face, “My eyes are up here, why the fuck are you so horny all the time?” you complained.

“You’re in a fucking towel and I can literally see your pussy from here. Of course I’m gonna feel horny!” he defended. “Anyway, matching something. What do you think?” Bucky asked again, turning to his side as he watched you continue with your post-shower routine.

You shrugged, “How about bracelets? Rings?” you suggested as you slipped on your underwear.

“Too basic.” Bucky said.

“Matching tats?” you asked and then gasped when an idea struck you. “Get a tattoo of my pussy and I’ll have your dick inked on my butt cheek.”

Bucky deadpanned at you, “Are you for real?” he asked. “Also, I don’t want matching tattoos. It’s too common. And Steve and Sam got matching tattoos. We gotta stand out ‘cause we’re not just regular best friends.” he explained, finally sitting up on your bed.

You were now clad in a loose shirt and skipped on the shorts. Turning around to face Bucky, you placed your hands on your hips. “You’re just jealous that Steve decided to get matching tats with Sam and not you.” you teased and sat down next Bucky on your bed.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” he dismissed and thought about what else the both of you can get.

You were combing your hair when Bucky found himself staring at your tits, noticing your pebbled nipples straining through the thin fabric of your shirt.

And then had a eureka moment.

“Let’s get our nips pierced!”

-

“Can I still back out?” you asked, tugging Bucky’s hand as the both of you entered the tattoo parlor.

You refused to get your nipples pierced, you clearly remembered shooting that idea down as soon as Bucky suggested it. But Bucky, Bucky, Bucky...he had a way with his words and his tongue that made you cry out yes to his suggestion.

Fucking Bucky and his talent at cunnilingus. If that man tried to convince you to help him hide a dead body by eating you out, you would’ve started digging a grave as soon as he was done with you.

He was that good at it.

“Pussy.” Bucky teased.

“Using ‘pussy’ as an insult doesn’t make any sense because this pussy can take a pounding. You should know that better than anyone.” you spat back with a scowl.

Bucky frowned at you, “Okay, fine. I take that back. But no one’s backing out. C’mon, we’d be the coolest BFFs in town with these piercings.” he insisted.

You were about to retort back but was immediately cut off when a guy called both your names, confirming the appointment that was made a week ago. Bucky took your hand and pulled you with him further into the parlor, leaving you with no choice but to give in.

“Alright, so nipple piercings huh?” the guy asked. “Are we gonna do both...or?”

You raised your hand, “What’s the aftercare like?” you went straight to the point.

“Oh well, just don’t touch it for as long as you can. It takes about 6 months to a full year for it to completely heal. Wear a cotton bra or skip on it if possible. Try not to tug at the piercings so when doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples.” he explained so casually.

You turned to Bucky, “When doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples. You sure about this, Buck?” you asked, knowing how much Bucky loved playing with your tits during sex.

Bucky swallowed, “For how long should we avoid the nipple play?” he asked shamelessly.

“Couple of months to a full year.”

“Fuck!” Bucky hissed, ignoring how the piercer burst out laughing at his disappointment.

“So what? We still gonna do this or?” you asked.

Bucky pondered for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh, “I really want us to be the coolest BFFs out there.”

-

The both of you decided to show off the piercings back at the dorm, wanting it to be a moment of surprise. The Uber ride was quiet for some reason, tension thick in the air.

“You screamed like a bitch back there.” you said, finally breaking the silence.

Bucky looked offended when he snapped his head towards you, “My pain tolerance is low, okay?” he excused. “And it really did hurt. At least I didn’t whimper like a whore.” he said.

It was true though, you did whimper like a whore getting fucked by three dicks all at once. You always thought you tolerated pain pretty well, getting a Brazilian was a regular thing for you and it never made you flinch. Nipple piercings though? Jesus fucking christ, you couldn’t even explain how much it fucking hurt.

You laughed sarcastically at Bucky’s rebuttal, “Better than screaming as if you were being pegged with no prep.”

As soon as you arrived at Bucky’s dorm, he scrambled to lock the door in hopes of Steve not coming home any time soon. He’d already seen you wearing Bucky’s boxers, he doesn’t need to see the both of you showing off your newly pierced nipples at each other.

“Okay. You ready?” Bucky asked as he stood in front of you.

“On three.” you said before starting off the countdown.

As soon as the countdown was over, Bucky reached for his shirt from behind, removing it at the same time you removed yours, followed by the thin bralette you wore underneath.

“Oh my god, we actually did it.” you snorted, looking closely at the ball closure ring that Bucky went for.

“Shit, I didn’t know you got straight barbells on yours.” Bucky asked, his eyes glued on your slightly red nipples. “Fuck, your tits look so good with piercings.” he grunted breathlessly.

You licked your lips and groaned at the confession you were about to make, “Look, I’m gonna be honest. I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

Bucky groaned, “Me too. Jesus, I thought I was gay because I got an erection when the dude pierced my first nipple. I mean, he was pretty handsome too.”

“I’m sure we can fuck but we just have to avoid the nips so just hit me from the back.” you said and quickly shimmied off your pants together with your panties.

Bucky rushed to remove his and went over to his bed, kneeling behind as you positioned yourself on all fours. You got so wet at the thought of Bucky’s nipples having piercings that you didn’t need that much foreplay to get ready. Bucky slid his fingers along your folds, gathering more wetness from your entrance before smearing it.

“Fuck, just get on with it!” you moaned and gripped the bedsheets tightly.

Bucky jerked his cock a couple of times before finally sliding easily into your cunt. He choked on his moan at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around his hard cock. He had been hard too on the way home, no wonder there was tension in that Uber ride.

“Go fast and hard, I’m not gonna last.” you urged, pushing your ass back to meet Bucky’s thrusts.

Placing a hand on your neck and the other on your waist, Bucky fucked you the way you wanted. Thank goodness you started taking pills because Bucky didn’t have the patience to even put a condom on. He felt like he was going to nut as soon as his eyes landed on your pierced nipples, so perky and still swollen.

“Oh shit, fuck. I’m so fucking horny.” Bucky said, his jaw tensing as he watched your ass bounce every time he slammed back inside of you.

A couple more thrusts and your entire body trembled, a soft moan slipping past your lips when you came hard. Even without being touched, your nipples felt sensitive because of the piercings, the sensation only adding to your pleasure when you reached your orgasm.

“Shit, fuck. I gotta see those tits bounce. I can’t cum without seeing them.” Bucky said and pulled out to gently turn you around.

Now on your back with your legs spread open, Bucky slipped inside and continued to fuck you. His hands gripped the pillow beneath your head for leverage as he jackhammered you onto the bed, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as you felt another orgasm approach you.

You lifted your head up to meet Bucky’s lips in a kiss, moaning into his mouth when you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Your vision blacked out momentarily when you came for the second time. Just as when you regained your senses, Bucky got lost in his own orgasm that he completely forgot about the piercings. He grabbed your left breast and pinched your nipple, your scream joining his loud moan when he came.

“Fucking hell, Bucky!” you cried out, the pain too much to bear that you also didn’t notice that your hand clawed at Bucky’s right pec with your middle finger getting caught in his piercing, accidentally ripping it out in the process.

“Motherfucker!”

-

“What the hell happened? Are you both okay?!” Steve worriedly asked as soon as he arrived at the ER of a nearby hospital.

Upon getting Bucky’s voicemail about rushing to the hospital, Steve panicked and went there as soon as he could. He had been Bucky’s emergency contact for a long time now and he was used to receiving calls from police stations due to how often Bucky got himself in trouble, especially when drunk. But Bucky calling, sounding like he was in immense pain, telling him that he needed to go to the hospital?

It was the first time it ever happened so it was understandable for Steve to panic like a husband who got a call informing him that his wife was going into labor.

You and Bucky exchanged glances, faces red from embarrassment before nodding.

“We’re good.” you curtly responded, scratching your neck.

“What happened?” Steve asked again, brows furrowing as he looked at you and Bucky alternately.

You nudged Bucky’s ribs with your elbow, widening your eyes at him as you urged him to do the explaining.

“We uh...werippedouteachothersnipplepiercings.” he murmured to himself.

Steve frowned, “I didn’t catch a word that you said.”

“We ripped out each other’s piercings by accident.” you repeated, clearly and slowly this time.

“Did your earlobes get ripped off or what?” Steve asked, taking a closer look at both your ears.

Confusion washed over his face when he noticed that your ear piercings were still intact and that Bucky didn’t even have his ears pierced. Steve straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the both of you like a reprimanding father.

“What did the two of you do this time?”

A nurse stepped into the scene and offered Steve a kind smile before turning to you and Bucky, handing over a prescription.

“Make sure to follow the instructions when applying the ointment and both your nipples should heal properly.” she explained before walking out.

“Nipples?!” Steve gasped out.

Bucky sighed but shrugged in response, “At least we’re the coolest BFFs out there with matching nipple piercings.”

-

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#bbb writes #project v #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x you #fem!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #sebastian stan

[inanimatetffantasies]

The Frat House Transformation Hunt “Dont Move”

The only option I wrote after the last chapter was “Don't Move”. This lead to 3 options, which i will write here:

t You decide you don't want to escape. Maybe you are too attracted to these alpha jocks, maybe you want to be a item. That's fine for the jocks, they love it when the bitches don't run. Jason looks you up and down, observing your nervous body before deciding who gets to claim you. "Hmmm...little dude too scared to run huh? Maybe you just know your place, that's a good little object! Now who gets to put you where you were born to be...hmmm little broski...? How About-" Who does Jason decide you belong to?

JASON

Jason decides you will be his first victim. He walks up to you, and smiles softly to you, before pushing you down to to the ground and pressing his foot onto your stomach, shooting you right away with his golden tf gun, the gold being a symbol of him being the leader. "You are my little foot broski now, dude, enjoy it, i don't clean this stinking dog often but hey, you should be honored to become property of the alpha frat bro, dude!" You hear the Jocks laugh loudly as you wrap across his foots sole and heel, feeling the word adidas burn into your sides and then your arms and legs wrapping over it, melding together, until the Frat Leader has a quality new slide to enjoy stomping around in. Jason taps his toes over your new face, digging his heel in, letting the sweat and musk envelop you as he walks to find more living property to claim. Every step brings you further in submission and by the end of the hunt, you are just a slide.

You are Jason's stinky right slide...forever THE END

DREW

Drew, wearing nothing but a cap happily walks over to you and grabs you in for a bro hug "Ah yeah, c'mere little dude, you're all mine now!" You try to struggle but the cheery jock has you pinned as he holds his TF gun to your head and fires it at you before letting go. You feel dizzy and lightheaded as the jocks howl with excitement. "Don't worry, dude, you better off like this anyway! I just hope you don't wear out..." You feel your body go limp and flop to the floor. You can see your new owner towering over you and want to flee, but you cant. You have no legs, you are just red fabric now. Drew grabs your body and pulls his legs through you, rubbing his ball sweat all over your new face as he lets a protein fart rip through you. He rubs his musky balls through you again with a laugh, letting it seep into your body, forcing you to taste it, as your owner walks off to continue the hunt.

The Frat House Transformation Hunt You belong to Drew, as his musky red shorts, forever... THE END

SAM

 Sam walks up to you, looking down at your body, as he wiggles his dirty toes. He forces you to kneel with his arms pushing down on you, and shoves his stinking foot in your face, jamming his big toe in your nostrils. You can see his dick hardening "Awww look at that, the little fucker isn't even fighting back!" He says in a mocking down as he aims his TF gun at you "I know you will feel great, and when I'm working out this awesome bod, knowing I'm stinking your gay insole ass up will be extra motivation dude!" He fires his gun at you, and you turn blue before shrinking and wrapping around his stinking foot. He laces you up tight, pulling your former arms together to bind you top his stinking god foot. He stomps in you a few times, and satisfied with your comfort, leaves to the hall to find a matching shoe and some socks. You feel his every smell and taste with every step. He still mocks you from time to time.

You are Sam's blue sneaker...forever THE END

#inanimate transformation #inanimate tf #shorts tf #shoe tf #slide tf

[sardonic-the-writer]

DSMP x Reader

━"Incorrect Quotes"

━Everyone

━Tw: None

━Notes: I'M WHEEZING. THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE-

━Song: "Soft Fuzzy Man" By Lemon Demon

*Tubbo playing the piano*

Tommy: Is there anything better than pussy?!

(Y/n): Yeah! A really good book!

Ranboo: *Facepalming in the corner*

(Y/n): People say I need to go to college to do what I love

(Y/n): I don't need a degree to be a clothing hanger >:)

(Y/n): He's at that special age where there's only one thing on his mind

Philza: Girls?

Techno: Homicide

Karl: Story time!

Karl: He had only one plan for this new year's World domination!

Sapnap: Mm! *Sassy hair flip*

Techno, Phil, and (Y/n): Happy Birthday Raven!

Ranboo: I can't swim...

Revivebur: Kiss one another~

(Y/n): Don't tell your mother~

Revivebur: DIE FOR EACH OTHER-

(Y/n): *Frantic running*

BBH, Skeppy, and (Y/n): We're the bully busters, we eat straight rocks. If we catch you bullying we'll knock off your socks!

BBH: Yo what's good? My name is Chester. Say a bad word and you're gone for the semEster!

Skeppy: Hey, hello, my name is Wayne. Mess with my friends and you'll feel the pain.

(Y/n): What's up my homies, the name is Jamie. Why be a goon when you can get more brainy!!!

Tommy: DONT FUCK WITH ME! I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE!!! AHHHHH-

Techno: *Sips tea calmly*

Dream: *Making fun of Sam from inside his prison cell*

Sam: You're disrespecting a future SMP army soldier >:(

Wilbur: Me and (Y/n) wrote a song

(Y/n): It's called "I woke up late for my finals."

Wilbur: *Clears throat*

Both: *Screaming*

Revivebur: *Regina George*

Quackity: *Gretchin Weiners*

Charlie: *Karen Smith*

(Y/n): What the FUCK is going on?!?!

Fundy: My dad has a big house!

Charlie: My dad has a gold tooth!

Michael: My dads have diabetes

Ranboo and Tubbo: o_o

(Y/n): What do you have?

Dream: A knife :D

George: NO-

Ranboo: He rUiNeD mY DrEaM jOuRnAl

Dream: I did not! Mr. Electric, send him to the principal's office!!!

Philza: ...

Tommy: Ayee, this boys got his free dell tac-

(Y/n) and Tubbo: *Wheezing at his fall*

Wilbur: That's it! Get on top of the fridge!

Tommy: This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!

Sapnap: Two dudes, chillin' in a hot tub. Five feet apart 'cause there not gay

Dream and Geroge: 👁👄👁

Wilbur: *Comes back to life*

The entire SMP: Why do I hear boss music?

Wilbur: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Tommy: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks they can get away with everything you do! WELL, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Wilbur: I'm leaving you anD I'M TAKING PHILZA WITH ME!!!

Techno, picking up the monopoly board: I think we're gonna stop plain' now

Eret: You often use humor to deflect trauma

(Y/n): Thank you

Eret: I didn't say that was was a good thing

(Y/n): What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Karl: I told Quackity their ears flush when they lie

Sapnap: Why?

Karl: Look

Karl: Hey Quackity! Do you love us?

Quackity, covering their ears: No

Ranboo: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

(Y/n): The car takes a screenshot

Tubbo: For the last time, get the fuck out

*Nikki and (Y/n) skipping stones on a lake*

Nikki: It's such a beautiful evening

(Y/n), whispering: Take that you fucking lake

BBH: Skeppy, what do IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Skeppy: I don't know, I love you, talk to you later

BBH: Ok, I love you too, but I'll just ask the egg

Techno: We need to get through this locked door. Phil, give me your credit card

Philza: Here

Techno, pocketing it: Thanks. (Y/n), kick down the door

Tubbo: Why are you on the floor?

Tommy: I'm depressed

Tommy: Also, I was stabbed. Can you get (Y/n)?

Revivebur: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

(Y/n): Im a knife

Quackity, from across the room: They're a little spoon

Dream: *Screams*

Sapnap: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

George: Should we stop them?

(Y/n): No I want to see where this is going

Tubbo: While I'm gone, Tommy you're in charge

Tommy: Yes!!

Tubbo, whispering: (Y/n) you're secretly in charge

(Y/n): Obviously

Nikki: (Y/n)...why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

(Y/n): Your text told me to satanize the place before you got back

Nikki:

Nikki: I said sanitize

Schlatt: Don't worry. I have a plan

(Y/n): Alright

Schlatt: Traitorsaywhat

Quackity: Excuse me?

Schlatt: What?

(Y/n):

Schlatt:

Schlatt: No wait-

Ranboo: What's a mix of the word 'sad' and 'mad'?

(Y/n): Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Tubbo: Smad

*The squad is trying to con some random guy*

BBH: Um, Skeppy? Why are you pretending I'm this guy's family

Skeppy: We need money!

BBH: You're scamming him?

Skeppy: I was thinking more like flat out stealing from him

BBH: What? No way!

Skeppy: Why not? We already stole (Y/n)

(Y/n): Hey guys

BBH: No we didn't. (Y/n) can think and talk for themselves, they can do whatever they want!

(Y/n): I wanna steal

(Y/n): I slept for 12 hours. But I might still be tired, so let's go for 12 more

Philza: (Y/n), that's a coma

(Y/n): Sounds festive

Karl: Come on. I wasn't drunk last night!

Quackity: You were flirting with Sapnap

Karl: So what? They're my partner

Quackity: You asked them if they were single

Karl:

Quackity: And cried when they said they wern't

Sapnap: On a scale of 'damn Daniel' to 'free sha va ca do', how are you feeling right now

(Y/n): In between 'its an avocado thanks' and 'how did you defeat Captain America'. But as a solid answer, I'd say I'm 'I don't need a degree to be a clothing hanger'. How about you Dream?

Dream: Probably 'road work ahead'

George: I speak many languages, and this in not one of them

Eret: Violence isn't the answer

(Y/n): You're right

Eret: *Sighing in relief*

(Y/n): Violence is the question

Eret: What?

(Y/n), bolting away And the answer is always yes

Eret, chasing after them: NO-

(Y/n), talking to Ranboo over the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you too?

Ranboo: You bet!

(Y/n): At what temperature?

Ranboo: 535

(Y/n): That's the clock

Ranboo:

(Y/n):

Ranboo: 536

Sapnap: Is stabbing someone immoral?

(Y/n): Not if they consent to it first

Dream: Depends on who you're stabbing

George: YES?!?!?

Karl, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda here. It's amazing

Quackity: Sure

Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink?

Karl: Orange soda please!

Quackity: I'll have the strawberry soda

Sapnap: Me too, strawberry soda

Karl:

I wrote this all durring a AP Geo test, dear god. I have no life

Personally, my favorite incorrect quote out of all of them was the bully busters one. That video is fucking hillarious man.

I am a grown ass teen. What the fuck am I doing with my life.

Edit: I added so many more inncorect quotes. SO MANY MORE-

1067 words

-WayToSarcastic

#dsmp x reader #dsmp #incorrect quotes #dsmp incorrect quotes #this was so funny to make #it took forever #fanfiction #(y/n)

[gleekto]

Fic: Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You

Summary: Blaine is a homosexual. He’s known for years and he’s not ashamed. He just wants to be sensible about it as it carries a lot of risks. So he chooses to study Arts at one of the best colleges in the country - Columbia - that makes his parents happy. And it also happens to have the first college sanctioned gay group in the country - the Student Homophile League - for people like him. And that makes him happy. He hopes. He just has to muster up the courage to actually go to one of the League meetings. Instead he wastes his time staring at that icy hippie in his music history class who doesn’t know he exists. He needs to stop pretending people are gay in his head and actually meet some real homosexuals.

Blaine coming of age in 1969. Hippie!Kurt. Elliott and Sebastian as Blaine’s mentor-friends. Unironic use of ‘groovy’. Coming out and fitting in and falling in love.

Amazing Poster by @caramelcoffeeaddict

For @slayediest who gave an inspired prompt for this way back when.

Day One: Decision

Blaine unlaces his navy Chuck Taylors and flops down on to his undersized dorm room bed. He has a smile on his face despite his long day. He knows it's nothing, but still, he has a ridiculous smile.

It's been a pretty good first few months at Columbia - He knew it would be the right choice. He just needed a semester to lay low and settle in and now it's a new year, 1969, and a few weeks into second semester, and he thinks things are clicking into place. He just aced his first quiz in Economics 101, he was asked to perform a solo at the all-male Columbia Glee club's homecoming concert, and his roommate, Sam Evans, continues to be just the sort of easy-going, affable guy Blaine was hoping for. Fun, friendly, but respectful of Blaine's privacy. Not that Blaine has even done anything worth hiding. At least not yet.

None of that, though, is why Blaine is smiling right now.

Today, as Blaine was leaving his music history class, it finally happened. Blaine made a connection with the tall, hippie guy who sits in the dead centre of the room every class. He didn't mean to notice him. Blaine knows it's not smart to think about guys like that outside of gay groups, but there was just something about this guy and his quietly judgmental facial expressions. Seriously, when Roger Smith, who always states is name, asked his third question of the class, Blaine almost laughed out loud because the hippie guy practically lip synced Roger's intro under his breath 'Hi yes, Professor Cohen, Roger Smith here. Can you tell us why..." Yes, dude. We know you're Roger Smith. Blaine wished he had had the courage to sit beside him - not Roger Smith of course, the hippie guy. And then when the cheerleading trio, as Blaine likes to call them, surrounded the professor before class, chirping compliments at him, he noticed hippie guy watching in amusement, his eyes moving back and forth between the girls, quietly mocking them.

Blaine knows they would get along. Being homosexual just makes things so much more complicated because he's sure they could be friends, if Blaine didn't also kind of want to ask him out on a date. Which would make everyone uncomfortable.

But today, he finally connected. Okay, he said one sentence to him on their way out of class - "Hey, uh, did you get the homework assignment. I think I wrote down the page number wrong?"

Hippie guy turned towards him neutrally and opened his notebook. "The questions on page 322 - 1940's jazz as a counter cultural movement."

"Thanks," Blaine nodded, quickly writing down the information he already had written on the prior lined page. "I'm Blaine, by the way."

"Kurt," Hippie guy answered and turned in the opposite direction.

"Groovy," Blaine said but Kurt was already halfway down the hallway. Kurt. In his denim bell bottoms, and pink and pale blue patterned shirt. But more put together than the hippies that sit on the Student Services Centre building steps smoking pot all day. Kurt is more like a model out of a hippie magazine. Tall, broad, shirt fitted so it pulls across his torso. Bottoms just tight enough on top to pique Blaine's imagination. Even though Blaine knows that's not appropriate. And Blaine sort of has a wish that he really shouldn't be wishing that Kurt may be gay too. Which is definitely not fair to Kurt. Still there is something about him. Anyways.

But at least Blaine made the connection. And the hippie - Kurt - answered without making any judgmental faces.

Sam won't be home for at least an hour so Blaine opens his sock drawer and rummages through to the bottom where he feels the thin paper pamphlet he quickly stuffed between the Men's Glee Club pamphlet and the drama club info sheet when he arrived months ago. He pulls it out.

The Student Homophile League. Meetings Tuesdays at 7pm. Earl Hall. All are welcome.

Blaine's parents gave Columbia their stamp of approval for its stellar academic reputation, for the connections Blaine would make, for the diversity of class options, and the job opportunities.

Blaine gave it his stamp of approval because just a few years ago in 1966, Columbia became the first college in the country and maybe the world, with a gay student group sanctioned by the university. They are allowed to meet at Earl Hall, as long as they don't organize social events in the building. Even though Blaine isn't sure that rule is exactly fair, he is sure that this has to be better than the secret societies that he's heard about on so many campuses. He couldn't wait to come to Columbia.

He stares intently at the pamphlet. He's already missed the first semester of meetings. He thinks about it every Tuesday when the clock strikes 7pm and he's at his desk doing his homework, or out at the movies with Sam and Tina and other dorm friends. It's scarier than you would think. Than Blaine wishes it were.

But here he is writing a story in his head about some good looking classmate instead of meeting actual homosexuals.

He makes a decision. Tomorrow is Tuesday. It's time.

#I am having much fun with this story and hope you will come on the journey with me #klaine spring fling #klaine spring fling: decision #this word was perfect for this scene #it goes without saying that the state of mind are those of the characters in 1969 and not my state of mind in 2022 #can't take my eyes off of you #gleekto writes

[castiellesbian]

i feel like i need a glossary of terms or a contact list for all these people involved with the show. i have shit memory and dont pay attention to the credits who is sera (sara??) and why does everyone hate her!! why is he Bobo!!!!!! please... has anyone posted about this im desperate

lol well including everyone involved with the show would be difficult, but I’ll give you some highlights

Eric Kripke: creator of Supernatural, showrunner for seasons 1-5. People have differing opinions about him but general people enjoyed his run and he’s considered the best showrunner in the series overall. Not much to say because there’s a lot to say lmao (notable episodes: “Pilot,” “Lazarus Rising,” and “Swan Song”)

Sera Gamble: writer who was involved from the beginning of the show, became showrunner after Kripke left. Her seasons, 6 and 7, are typically regarded as the weakest seasons. She was a huge brothers-only supporter, and was responsible for Misha being written out of the show (as well as Jim Beaver, Bobby) in order to get the show to just be about the brothers again. There’s a lot of drama regarding her treatment of Misha/Cas, but more recently she’s known for the Magicians debacle, a horrendous example of the Bury Your Gays trope. She’s also involved with (the showrunner of?) You on Netflix. She was a pretty good writer, but overall fans dislike her because of her showrunning tenure (notable episodes: “Faith” with Raelle Tucker, “Death’s Door,” “The Born-Again Identity”)

Jeremy Carver: writer from season 3 that was promoted to showrunner from seasons 8 through.... some time in 12, the timeline has been a little murky to me. He was the one who brought Cas back into the main plot, as well as allowing the deancas storyline to become genuine subtext (we can argue whether it was queerbaiting or what he was intending to do if he had been running the series finale, but yeah). Unfortunately, he was also the showrunner when Charlie was killed off brutally, which dampens his legacy. People are conflicted about his seasons, but generally he’s looked upon favorably (not related, but the picture that comes up when you search him on google is NOT him, he’s really like a typical white nerdy looking dude lol) (notable episodes: “The Rapture,” “Sacrifice,” “Do You Believe in Miracles?”)

Andrew Dabb: writer from season 4, promoted to showrunner during season 12 and is the last showrunner of Supernatural (he wrote the finale). He was well-liked by deancas fans for awhile because of how much screentime they were allowed to give, and because of the focus on extended/found family. Sam and Dean only fans didn’t like him for the same reasons. Unfortunately, HIS legacy has been marred by the awful series finale, though it’s debated whether that was his fault or because of network meddling. (notable episodes: “Dark Side of the Moon” with Daniel Loflin, “The Prisoner,” “Moriah”)

Robert Singer: executive producer since the beginning of the show (he’s also co-showrunner throughout Supernatural, but I don’t think he typically was involved with the plotlines too often). He’s directed quite a few episodes, including the infamous wire fight episode (s13 finale) as well as the series finale. Married to Eugenie Ross-Leming, writer of the show

Eugenie Ross-Leming/Brad Buckner: writing partners TECHNICALLY from season 1, but they only wrote one episode until they were brought back in season 7. They are regarded as the worst writers in all of Supernatural, responsible for tactless death scenes of fan-favorites (and typically minorities) like Kevin, Charlie, and Eileen. They also feature a gross amount of dubcon/noncon, racism, weird unnecessary sex stuff, and are SUPER into Lucifer for some unknown reason (they have a crush on Mark Pellegrino I guess). They’re also just kind of bad writers in general, their pacing is weird and their plots convoluted. To be fair, though, they have written some good moments, like Dean trying to reach Cas in Hell’s Angel and Dean’s confessional scene in Paint It Black. But overall, they suck. Why are they still on the show even though BOTH sides of the fandom (who never agree on ANYTHING) dislike them? Well, because Eugenie is married to Singer. Nepotism. (notable episodes, the ones I can stand to watch lmao: “Holy Terror,” “Hell’s Angel,” “Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven”)

Ben Edlund: writer from season 2 who left after season 8, but people STILL talk about him simply because he is arguably the strongest writer of the series. Cas fans particularly like him because he did most of the heavy-lifting regarding Cas’ characterization. He also wrote the famous bi!Dean scene with Aaron in season 8, where Dean is flustered after being flirted with. (notable episodes: “On the Head of a Pin,” “The French Mistake,” and my all-time favorite “The Man Who Would Be King”)

Robert “Bobo” Berens: writer from season 9, his first episode was “Heaven Can’t Wait,” which is all you really need to know about his influence on the deancas storyline. He’s also gay, so people particularly enjoy seeing how he approaches destiel in his episodes since it’s not just another straight guy potentially just catering to fans. He was also the one who was meant to go off and run Wayward Sisters, and is responsible for a lot of their development in recent seasons. I believe he also created Rowena? He wrote the episode this season where Cas confesses his love to Dean (along with other heavy deancas episodes like “The Trap”). Sam fans typically don’t like him because he doesn’t give him much focus. (notable episodes: “Heaven Can’t Wait,” “Who We Are,” “Wayward Sisters” with Andrew Dabb)

Steve Yockey: writer from season 12 through the beginning of season 15. Also gay, and also responsible for deancas moments in recent years. Generally loved for his deancas subtext but ALSO because he is an amazing writer who came out with iconic episodes. (notable episodes: “Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox,” “Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets,” “Peace of Mind” with Meghan Fitzmartin)

Robbie Thompson: writer from seasons 7 through 11, and wrote some fan favorite episodes in the meantime. He is also the creator of fan favorite characters like Charlie and Eileen. He was also one of the few writers who was vocally supportive of destiel during his tenure rather than just later. I’m not implying anything about his intentions, but it was validating for him to encourage fans during a time where most of the cast/crew ignored or actively dismissed it. Plus his episodes are just fun! (notable episodes: “LARP and the Real Girl,” “Fan Fiction,” “Baby”)

Meredith Glynn: writer since season 12, has worked closely with Bobo during their seasons together. She and Bobo cowrote “The Future,” which is the mixtape episode, so she has been taken in by deancas fans haha. She also wrote the episode where Cas makes the deal with the Empty, so it’s pretty safe to say she and Bobo had worked on the deancas plotline together :) She’s also liked some deancas-related tweets on twitter, so she’s being subtly supportive (notable episodes: “Regarding Dean,” “The Future” with Robert Berens, “Byzantium”)

Davy Perez: writer since season 12 (a lot of the ones I’ve mentioned are, since this is when Dabb became showrunner and made changes in the writers room). His episodes tend to either be horror or bizarre. I mention him because he’s responsible for episodes like “Stuck in the Middle (With You)” (Cas’ first “I love you”) and “Tombstone” (aka Brokebacknatural lmao). I don’t know much about him otherwise, but that’s why he’s brought up usually (notable episodes: “Stuck in the Middle (With You),” “Tombstone,” “Atomic Monsters”)

hopefully this helps, and hopefully I didn’t forget about anyone major. There have been a LOT of people behind the scenes so it’s hard to say who to include. Like, I didn’t mention Jerry Wanek, Jim Michaels, Kim Manners, Thomas J. Wright, or others who might be mentioned from time to time.

#Anonymous #long post

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

I decided to watch the Walker pilot so you don’t have to. #1

I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I’m doing this and the more I put it off the less I’ll want to do this. So. Let’s start.

The fist thing we see is Jared Padalecki, em Walker, driving. He’s vaguely smiling and there’s the sun behind him. He seems happy. He’s driving a truck, for some reason my mind goes to Twilight. I’d rather watch that. At least there are vampires (not dressed like clowns) there. Anyway. Walker is meeting someone. He’s meeting his wife! “Look at you!” she says. The camera makes us look at him. He looks like this

I am unsure whether we’re supposed to see this as sexy or cool. It looks frankly ridiculous. I don’t know if I’m just not American enough to appreciate the aesthetic of this. But I didn’t go through 15 seasons of Americana-in-British-Columbia for nothing. If a character appeared like this on Supernatural, it wouldn’t be presented seriously. It would be played for a chuckle or in a light-hearted way at least. Not even Dean Winchester would find this hot.

The Padaleckis tell something to each other. Apparently he needs to go home with the kids and his parents because it’s game night. My mind immediately goes to Game Night the episode and I am sad now. But Walker lifts my mood in its own weird way.  He doesn’t know the rules because every time she tells him the rules, he blacks out. I would make a fun quip about this, but the truth is that I relate to him a lot right now because I blacked out during the entire scene. I’m not sure what they said other than the game thing because I wrote it here. I already forgot the rest.

Anyway. What we’re supposed to get from this scene that they’re Very In Love (see that soft warm light?), and that he’s anxious because he’s not great at being a father because he’s shit at games apparently, but his wife is like ~don’t worry so much~ because she’s a kind, understanding wife. He tells her to be safe, because the Texan countryside is dangerous or something. She needs to stay on a route he approved for some reason. Is she traveling with supersoldier serum in her car? Is Hydra going to murder her? [cue the Marvel snipers shooting me to death because they don’t want Marvel to be associated to this]

Later, everyone is having fun playing fake monopoly, but Walker (whose mannerism is just Jared, he’s not even trying) is apparently too stupid to understand a game for kids. Plot twist, this is anti-cop propaganda because it says cops are dumb.

“Et tu Brute” Jared says when the kids point out he broke a rule so they get an extra turn. I thought I was safe from hearing Jared speak Latin! I thought I was safe! I am never safe!

Emily (Gen) suddenly texts him “SOS. Answer” which is OMINOUS! Oh my god! Aren’t you feeling the tension. The rest of the family keeps playing fake monopoly. Someone throws dice. Are we supposed to go “oh! The dice are ~symbolic because someone’s playing dice with her life” or have I been watching too much good tv.

She is running somewhere in the countryside, wearing a white shirt (is this the cowboy lady equivalent of the Wife Nightgown?). She says something is not right. He’s worried. Then he hears gunshot and her scream. He does the Alarmed Jared face, presses lips together and does a Upset Jared face.

Then he goes out, tries to call her again, and again, does a Jared Upset Sniff--

Oh! We actually see her! She’s alive, but she’s been shot in the stomach. Her white shirt is definitely the cowboy lady equivalent of the Wife Nightgown! Ah the blood coming from the stomach! How terrible! Her phone is ringing but she cannot reach it. She is definitely alive right now, though. She’s breathing heavily because of the wound, which is breathing, which is the opposite of being dead.

He decides that she’s dead, and lets out the already infamous manly scream of anguish.

It would be sad if it wasn’t that literally one second ago we saw her wounded but alive. Her turning out alive in the season finale or so will shock everyone. Nobody will have seen it coming. Who wrote this? They should have just shown the ringing phone and her bloody hand/side, making the audience assume she was dead, instead of showing her breathing. Now the audience is gonna assume she didn’t actually die, and wonder “why didn’t he call someone or went looking for her” but apparently Jared’s characters have forgotten that, like, ambulances are a thing. Jared’s manly screams of anguish are more important than common sense.

I’m not going to say anything about the manly scream of anguish. I’m not going to say anything about the manly scream of anguish. I’m n

We’re just 4 minutes in, guys. Why am I doing this?

Eleven months later, says the screen.

It’s night, outside a house. The son is waiting for him. The daughter doesn’t think he’s coming. On the porch there are two men, one is his brother and one is apparently his former partner, now new boss. He’s dressed like you’d expect a normal person to be dressed in a casual Texan night, hat and tie and all. If you are law enforcement in Texas and don’t wear a cowboy hat at any moment, you will be executed. That’s what the death penalty in Texas is for.

Somebody arrives, but to the kids’ disappointment is some dude whose function is to tell us the men’s names. The brother is Liam, the cop dude I forgot.

Walker is being sad on the back of his truck and drinking alcohol, which is the only way television can express a man having trauma. Holy shit - he reminisces of his wife like this is some emotional Lord of the Rings scene in a place where Elves live except this is not the Lord of the Rings and is just ridiculous, look

She’s seen running towards the gazebo, then she turns

This is exactly shot like the scene where Arwen has a vision of her son. Flowy hair and all. I cannot take this seriously.

He smiles sadly. Then a cop car arrives.

Mexican Lady Cop(TM), whose function in the story is to be a Mexican Lady Cop(TM) asks for his licence since he’s drinking alcohol in a public place.

“You ask so nicely” drunk Walker says. Ew. “Yeah, they train the girls special” Oh! Can you see? She is the Feminist Icon who Takes No Shit from the Dude! I’m so excited. I am slowly losing the will to live.

She drives him home on the police car. His legs don’t fit. At least this is realistic.

He does exposition in the car, including “I needed to visit a ghost instead”. There-there was no need to say it. What’s the demographic they’re aiming for? Five year olds? Do they have to spell everything out loud?

“It’s been a while since I had an actual conversation” he says, which supposedly explains why he’s making awkward exposition, but it’s just bad writing. At least they acknowledge it’s bad writing.

She figures he’s law enforcement coming back from an undercover mission from some drunken ramble he makes. This is worse than the Sherlock phone cable port thing.

She says she just got promoted from state trooper, ehe she will work with him wink wink nudge nudge. Is she going to be a cop-buddy-character slash love interest except when they’re almost about to realize they’re into each other, his wife comes back and draa~ama? I can already see it.

He goes home, makes some Jared grunts, and falls asleep on the couch.

Next morning, he goes out and jogs to where he left the truck. He puts on a cowboy hat which is supposed to be an artistic shot.

I’m slowly dying. He makes some Jared Deep Breaths, at least this made me laugh.

Wait, he’s now wearing a black hat. He’s in mourning, see? What.

He drives to his father’s ranch. His father is Super Not Impressed. It’s awkward. They took about horses. Mitch Pileggi is thinking that at least the other show was more exciting and there was Jensen Ackles in it.

He gets into his parents’ house and the dogs run to him, he does the Jared Dog Chuckle. He hugs his mom. He hugs his son - “August, my boy!” he says, like a normal person his age says.

He hugs his brother and they joke-wrestle and he says “I’m still the big brother” and did I mention I’m dying inside. I just can tell this is SUPPOSED to be reminiscent of Dean and Sam’s first meeting at Stanford in the pilot except Jared is the big brother now. Ew.

We learn that the brother is a DA and gay. All pilots suffer from Forced Exposition Syndrome but it’s like this isn’t even trying.

He goes to work and hugs (very manly hug of course) his friend-now-boss, who is called James. James asks him if he’s good and he’s like yeah I’m good, which our I’m Fine Lie Moment #1. Some things never change.

Enter the case of the week - a cop offered roadside assistance but he was assaulted. We’re already starting with a “Oh No Poor Cop :( Someone Doesn’t Like Cops And Gets Violent” plot. Yay.

Ta-da! Mexican Lady Cop appears, cowboy hat and all. James says she’s Walker’s new partner. My heart cries while Walker says “figured you’d be a guy” and she replies “so did my mom”. The feminism is so strong :’) She’s such a strong female character :’) I’m so happy :’)

Then Walker makes such a quintessential Jared thing with his mouth that I need to stop this here and take a break.

It’s been 13 minutes. So much still to go. I’m bored. Why am I doing this.

#cw's jared: legit texan #marghe watches walker for some darned reason

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

I’m on mobile, so ya know, but for @five-rivers @floralflowerpower and I just checked, lemme amend to @uwuplasmiusuwu

This is Fathering a Phantom

It was a bright summer day in Amity Park, Danny Fenton was in the grove - no one wanted to say “Amity Park Park” - doing a handstand while braced against a tree. “See? I told you I could do it.”

“You’re not using your powers to float into that position, are you?”

“Sam, I am offended that you would imply that I, of all people, would cheat at things with levitation.” Danny laughed, flopping down onto his belly in the grass. “Appalled, really, how dare you?”

Laughing, Tucker ripped up a handful of grass from his side and sprinkled it down into Danny’s bird’s nest of hair. “No of course, you are the most noble in character there is. As we have seen, you are a superhero through and through. Complete with bedsheet cape.”

Danny groaned while the three of them laughed and shook his head. “Alright, listen.”

“You, wearing black and white alone, looked at me and asked if I was willing to wear bright primary colors, Danny.” Sam patted his shoulder blade and Danny rolled his eyes. “A ghost asked a goth to wear bright colors. You shall never live that down.”

“There are pastel goths,” Danny countered with a pout. “I checked, there are goths who wear bright colors. It’s a mindset, not a fashion statement.” Tucker draped yet more grass on Danny, who turned to stare at his best friend and deadpanned, “Dude that’s kinda gay.”

Tucker snorted and laughed himself back into the tree they were sitting in front of. “H-how exactly is that gay?”

“Grass, in flower language, represents homosexual love,” Sam supplied.

Tucker covered his heart with a hand and gasped loudly. “Oh goodness me, I, a bisexual nerd, cannot be gay good sir and madam, that is simply unacceptable. Truly, this is the end of my world.”

“I will write you a gorgeous eulogy seasoned with memes,” Danny said, patting Tucker’s thigh as the latter flopped over, putting on his best ‘dying’ act. Then a chill completely at odds with the summer sun shining down on them went up his spine and out of his mouth as a cloud of icy mist. “Shit.” Danny braced for impact, a dome of green light erecting itself over the teens just in time for five missiles to strike it and explode.

When the smoke cleared and Danny transformed in a flash of light – pale skin tan, snow white hair, glowing green eyes, black and white jumpsuit, all the staples of half dead teendom – Danny locked on to his attacker. A large, mechanized man with flaming green mohawk was grinning down at him like a predator baring teeth to prey. “You’ll have to survive to his funeral first, whelp, and I assure you that’s not happening. I’ve gotten a few upgrades since last we fought, and The Hunt is on.”

While Skulker popped out a new cannon, Danny turned to check on his friends, both of whom were pulling out their own Fenton ecto-pistols. When he turned back there was an explosion of golden light and the screeching of tearing metal, and Skulker was missing half of his mech before Danny could even quip at him. Danny dropped his shield, turning to stare at the source of light with everyone else, and found his jaw had dropped very literally to the ground.

Something that could be a bear mixed with a goat, an electric eel, and at least three kinds of birds was aiming a bow at Skulker, an arrow made of golden light already knocked and shining brighter with every second. Each feather was a different color, oscillating in intensity, but overall, it was both hard to look at and impossible to look away from. “Hi there,” the ghost said with a voice that could have been a thousand people speaking in tandem. “You are going to leave in the next five seconds, or I am going to traumatize these children by showing them just how one Ends a ghost. Four. Three.”

Danny had never seen Skulker fly away so fast, especially with only one turbine to boost himself. He couldn’t even blame him, not with the burning fountain of energy beating their kaleidoscopic wings in front of him, aiming at Skulker until buildings were in the way. Danny charged up an ectoblast of his own even as the arrow dissipated. “Well, ever since all this ghost stuff I didn’t believe in guardian angels. Get lost in the Zone?” Much to Danny’s pleasant surprise, the angelic ghost laughed.

“Gods, your aura is screaming ‘fight me,’ did you know that?” The ghost turned to Danny and all the animal features melted into each other until Danny was looking at what could almost pass for a regular human being. Blond hair, brown eyes, some weird old-timey robes, and a single pair of feathery wings that reflected the light catching them like crystal glass. In the next moment, Danny was being dragged into a tight embrace, cut off from the world by arms and feathers alike, and he blinked several times, tense as a bowstring.

“I’m gonna need you to back up before I zap you,” Danny said with his hands up and a buzz traveling from his chest toward his fingertips. The ghost backed up, hands held up where everyone could see them, and wings half folded around him like a cloak.

“Apologies, my response to seeing kids almost getting hurt is to hug them. I should’ve asked first.”

“That’s very true,” Sam said with narrowed eyes. “Who are you, exactly?”

“Yeah, we don’t get many new ghosts around here who know how to speak English,” Tucker said. “Or any who help us.”

The strangely human looking ghost took a deep breath, eyes glowing from brown to golden-orange and clasped their hands together in front of their face. “Well, that explains a few things I’ve observed of you in the past two minutes. Right, so, first thing’s first; hi, I’m Tobias Lumano, you kids can call me Toby. He/him and all that.”

Danny shook the hand extended to him, ignoring the fact that a hand was held out to all three of them. “Danny, Phantom currently.”

“Tucker Foley.”

“Sam Manson. What exactly did you observe of us?” Sam still held her pistol, ready for a fight. Toby chuckled and shook his head.

“Well, Danny here is screaming ‘fight me,’ with his body language and if all you’ve ever met are hostile adult ghosts then that makes sense. You’ve got that Still Warm feel to you, like you’re only recently dead. Which makes the rumors about you impossible, of course, cause I’m pretty sure none of you are even close to being adult humans unless people look a lot younger per quarter of their life in this Realm.” Toby settled with his wings crossed over his chest, relaxed but not quite limp, and Danny cocked his head to the side.

“How do you even see with those glowing in your face all the time?”

“What about Danny screams ‘fight me,’ exactly? He’s totally chill right now.” Tucker gestured at all of Danny, bobbing idly up and down on some kind of current that he had yet to identify.

“Oh, my dear summer child, ghosts communicate in ways that non-psychic humans cannot perceive fully. You see this?” Toby brushed a feather against Danny’s glow and the teen made a face, drifting away from the odd sensation. The glow stretched with his movement before Toby backed off. “That’s your aura, little man, and it’s currently positioned in a way that’s sort of giving the finger to everyone around you. How long have you been liminal if you don’t know about your aura?”

“How long have I been what now?”

“I think he’s talking about you being half ghost,” Tucker said, whipping out his PDA and tapping away at the screen. “We’ve never actually heard a term for it before other than Sidney Poindexter calling Danny a halfa. No offense to Poindexter but that’s a really dumb name.”

Toby laughed, covering his face with a hand, and shaking his head. “Right, ok, you’ve got a lot to learn, but I think I can help with that.”

“We should probably take this discussion somewhere a bit more private than the open park,” Sam hissed. “This is supposed to be a secret, remember Danny?”

Danny rolled his eyes and turned his head around 360 degrees. “There’s no one here right now, Sam.”

“Well, if you’re keeping this a secret then yeah, you should probably find somewhere secure to talk about this at.” Toby rolled his eyes and became translucent, spreading his wings and circling around the three of them. “Here, you take this feather and just break it when you feel ready to talk with me. I’ve got some things to figure out around here.” One such feather fell into Sam’s hand, taking on the hue of several leaves in a gradient, and Toby winked at Danny before vanishing entirely from view.

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