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junkissed · 1 year

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a shoe addict's christmas

member — fashion consultant!minghao x reader genre — fluff, ?? a little bit silly word count — 2.2k warnings — minghao fashion icon era, scary rich people, joshua cameo (yes this is a warning) notes — requested by anon — for my winter wonderland event — lowercase intended. thank you @onlymingyus for reading over this ilysm you are the best in the world.

one reblog = one pair of designer socks

“i told you, i need something to wear to the party next weekend! i can’t show up wearing the stuff i already have, joshua’s gonna be there!”

you roll your eyes. “you literally have, like, a thousand shoes at home you could wear.”

your friend pouts. “yeah, but it has to be special! i’ve worn all those already, i have to impress him!”

“i’m pretty sure he doesn’t care,” you laugh. “he wore the same pair of brown pants three times last week.”

“okay, but still! what do you think, would the prada heels or the givenchy ones go better with my dress?”

you’re about to give up and do eenie meenie minie mo for her, when a voice behind you catches you off guard.

“do you need help finding anything?”

you freeze, recognizing it as belonging to the insanely attractive salesman you’ve seen in the store on occasion, and also maybe the reason you agreed to go shopping with your high heel-obsessed friend in the first place.

your friend exhales dramatically. “ugh, yes! finally, someone who knows something.” she looks over at you apologetically. “i mean… no offense.”

you hold back a laugh. “none taken.”

she whips around, turning her attention back to the man as she pulls out her phone to show him a photo. “see, now here’s the dress i’m wearing to the party, do you think the tulle is too much? because if i take away the lace, then the tulle looks too plain, and then the prada won’t match, and…”

you zone out as she goes on, blabbering about fabrics and colors and swatches to this poor man who does this as his job. mentally you groan at the thought of having to do this all day; helping people

you notice for the first time the engraved name tag pinned to his lapel that reads, “minghao, fashion consultant”.

you focus back on the conversation at just the right moment, it seems, because the man—minghao—turns towards you. “what about your friend, do they need shoes, too? i can bring more from the back, if you want,” he says, now talking directly to you.

you’re probably imagining things, but you almost think you hear a bit of shyness in his voice.

“oh! no, i’m not going to the party,” you answer quickly, for the first time in your life regretting not going with your friend to one of her extravagant parties.

he smiles warmly. “it’s a shame,” he says. “you’re very beautiful, i would love to give you some recommendations if you’d like.”

your face flushes, and you try not to stumble over your words. “i’m– thank you,” you squeak out.

“well, if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me,” he says. “i work sunday to friday.”

“thank you,” you mumble, not completely sure how to react. but you do know for sure that you’re definitely going to be making a lot more trips to the high-end designer store very soon– whether you need shoes or not.

he nods and bows his head, then turns and walks away. you watch as he seems to glide over the floor almost, off to give fashion advice to someone else.

when he’s out of sight, you turn to your friend, who’s staring at you, jaw hanging open. “oh my god, he was so flirting with you!!” she squeals, and your cheeks warm at the thought.

“no, he wasn’t,” you giggle, trying to hide your nerves. “he was probably just trying to make another sale, they probably have some daily quota to fill or something.”

she puts a hand on your shoulder, the pair of shoes he helped her decide on hanging from her other hand. “listen. i know flirting when i see it. and that definitely was.”

you swat her hand away playfully. “i don’t believe you.”

she sighs, then grabs your hand to drag you towards the register to pay.

three days pass before you go back to the store again, this time on your own. without your shopping partner, you feel out of place in such an expensive store, surrounded by sophisticated people who seem to know what they’re doing and who look at you like you’re about to rob the place.

you busy yourself in a rack of fancy looking scarves, not-so-discreetly looking around to see if the salesman minghao is here today. it’s a tuesday, so he should be working– that is, if he was telling the truth.

“i see you like the dior,” a voice says behind you, and you nearly jump out of your skin as you turn around, barely suppressing a scream.

“sorry for startling you,” he says with a friendly smile. “and i’m sorry i didn’t properly introduce myself last time. i’m minghao.”

“i see, the… name tag,” you answer awkwardly, and he looks down at his blouse as if he’s just realizing it himself.

“oh! yeah,” he giggles.

you stand up straighter, trying to compose yourself after almost knocking down a rack of items that probably cost more than you make in a year.

“so, um… is your friend with you again?” he asks, folding his arms behind his back.

your face falls, and you try not to let it show. because of course he would be interested in your friend, the fashionista, and not you. you sigh, used to it by now, but it still stings coming from him, although you don’t really know why. it’s clear he’s out of your league anyway. “no, she’s not.”

“i’m glad!” his face brightens, and you squint in confusion at his reaction. “i– i mean, she has good enough fashion sense on her own. you look like you might need some help.”

ouch. your eyes widen, and he’s quick to jump in. “that came out so rude, i’m so sorry– i meant, you don’t seem like the typical customer we see here.”

you raise your eyebrows, staying quiet as he seems to give you backhanded compliment after backhanded compliment.

he sighs. “i’m not doing myself any favors, am i?”

you offer a weak smile, and he laughs nervously. “i don’t mean to insult you. i’m just surprised. most people that come in here are rich, snobby people who couldn’t care less about the people that work here. you seem different.” he pauses. “it’s refreshing.”

you look away shyly. “i, um… thank you.”

“well.” he exhales. “in any case, i do still work here. is there anything you wanted to look at, or…?”

you pause. “i… uh, no, just browsing, i guess.”

he clears his throat. “we also do, um, private sessions, if you want? i can help with all kinds of wardrobe stuff, or if you just want advice on what looks nice. i’m sure someone as beautiful as you has plenty of parties to go to this season?” he asks cautiously.

it’s not clear to you whether he really is hitting on you, or he just really wants that paycheck. either way, there’s no way you can afford anything in this store, including him. “not really,” you say quietly.

“can– can i give you my business card? in case you ever need anything,” he says, fumbling to fish one out of his jeans pocket and handing it to you.

you take it from him gingerly. it’s embossed the same way his name tag is, with his name and job title in a pretty, fancy script with a phone number and an email address on the back.

you know the chances of actually contacting him are slim, but just having his information gives you butterflies. “thank you,” you manage.

he beams, and you turn to start to walk away, but he calls out. “wait! i didn’t catch your name,” he says.

you clasp your hands together and tell him.

he smiles, repeating your name softly. “it’s really nice to meet you.”

despite your instincts telling you not to, on thursday you once again find yourself at the store.

you walk inside, and this time you find minghao almost immediately. he’s in a heated conversation with a scowling older woman, animatedly waving around the ugliest skirt you’ve ever seen in your life.

he spots you, and his face lights up, excusing himself from the conversation with the woman before dashing over to you.

“you’re back again!” he says, excited but a little out of breath.

“mhm,” you answer with a smile. “but i have to admit, i don’t know why i keep coming back. it’s not like i’m ever going to buy anything from here.”

he grins. “i know.”

you raise an eyebrow at him. “you know?”

“well, you said it yourself before, you only came because of your friend. but then you kept showing up without her, so…” he trails off. “i figured you kept coming back for… another reason. am i wrong?”

your face heats up. “maybe not.”

he smiles, and you clear your throat. “well, maybe i am going to buy something this time,” you say, crossing your arms, determined to prove him wrong.

you look at the display next to you, searching for something that looks cheap. you settle on a pair of socks, grabbing them triumphantly. “i’m gonna buy these.” but your eyes widen as you turn them over to check the price, and you quietly set them down. “well… nevermind.”

he giggles, and you frown at him. “what kind of socks are that expensive? are they made of melted-down gold or something?”

“listen, i don’t make the prices,” he says, still giggling. “i just work here.”

you huff and cross your arms again, pretending to be upset.

“anyway, i’m glad you’re here today, because i have something to ask you,” he says once he’s finally stopped laughing.

“oh, really?” you say. you’re not sure what he could want from you, but you have to admit you’re intrigued.

“well…” he clears his throat. “i’m going to this christmas party tomorrow, and– i was kinda hoping you might, wanna come with me?” he says shyly.

your eyes widen, and you force out a nervous laugh. “i– why me? don’t you have any boring, rich friends to take instead?”

he laughs nervously. “i mean, i do, and that’s exactly why i don’t want to,” he says. “ you’re not like them. i like being around you.”

you go quiet. “oh.”

“are you– would you want to go?” he asks, his gaze falling to his feet. “you don’t have to, it was just a thought–”

“i don’t really, um, have anything to wear,” you reply softly, and he looks up at you again.

“i…” he coughs awkwardly. “would it be weird if i told you i designed something for you?”

you stare at him, not sure how to even respond to that. a little weird? maybe. really, really flattering? absolutely.

he starts rambling. “it’s not much, i was just playing around the other day, i thought the colors would go so nice with your skin tone, and the satin would–”

“that’s really cool, minghao,” you interrupt, and he freezes. “i would be honored to wear something you made.”

the road is packed when minghao opens the car door for you, and you step out into the cool night air. you bunch up your dress in one hand to keep it from dragging across the ground

he shows his invitation to a man in a tuxedo, then ushers you inside, his hand placed gently on your lower back.

you wander around for a little while, staying at the outskirts of the room to people-watch with minghao.

you make eye contact with someone who looks suspiciously like your friend, and you squint, trying to see them better, but they immediately run at you, calling your name as they tug a man along behind them. yep, definitely your friend.

“you came!” she squeals, clapping her hands. “this is joshua,” she blushes, pointing at him. he waves, flashing a smile.

“i figured,” you say, trying not to laugh.

suddenly she gasps, noticing minghao beside you. “hey! sales guy!”

he pauses, eyes wide at being recognized. “um… yes? hi?”

she looks back at you and gasps, finally putting two and two together that you came together. “i knew it! he was flirting with you! i told you!”

you grin. “i guess he was.”

she claps her hands together. “yay! finally! i’ve been tired of seeing you with losers. i like him.” she glances at minghao, sticking her hand out for him to shake. “you’re cool. i approve.”

he smiles blankly. “thanks…?”

“well… i’ll leave you alone now,” she says, her grin widening. “have fun!” she calls as she dashes off, her new givenchy heels clacking across the tiled floor.

“i guess i kind of owe her for having a designer shoe addiction,” you laugh. “i never in a million years would’ve gone in that store had she not begged me to go shopping with her. and then i never would’ve met you.”

he smiles, squeezing your hand. “then i’m glad she did.”

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years

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Since Mammon’s birthday is coming up soon, I’d love to hear your opinion on how he would react to sharing a birthday with the MC. He’s greedy and expects his birthday to be ALL about him but he also consistently puts the MC and his loved ones before himself. I share a birthday with our favorite moron and you give the best insights on Mammon. I can’t wait to hear what you think.

First of all;

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

I hope you have a great day & a great year and that everything goes your way! ♡

I think Mammon's response will depend on how well he knows MC....

If they've only known each other for a few months by the time their shared birthday rolls around he's gonna be pissed that he has to share his special day with some random person Lucifer & Diavolo eenie meenie miney mo-ed and picked up. He will absolutely resent MC for daring to be born on the same day as him

If they know each other a bit better and he's in his active tsundere era he'll put up a token protest and act annoyed but be secretly pleased that he gets to share something so special with them

If they know each other very well he's gonna be so fucking smug about it. He's gonna brag to anyone who'd listen about how him and MC sharing a birthday is a sign, he's gonna put a possessive spin on it, he's gonna be so fucking pumped to share a birthday with MC. If he's shared birthdays with MC previously and if they hadn't known each other well at the time (if it'd been like something in the first scenario) he'd try to gaslight everyone into thinking he was always happy about it

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sillyspero · 21 days

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6, 10 + 17 for bias questions :)

my ult bias is Seulgi but Ateez is my second ult group so i’ll answer about the members when it fits better :) (I am OT8 tho so I can't necessarily zero in on any single member for anything so again, I'll do what fits each q)

6. What song I love my bias the most in

I really love Seulgi’s solo work so I’d have to say Anywhere But Home

In terms of her work in Red Velvet though it is easily between Psycho and Feel My Rhythm. She’s just so iconic.

For Ateez I've been loving Hongjoong on Eenie Meenie lately and I love Jongho's vocals on basically everything but particularly Wake Up. I've also always been really impressed by Seonghwa's part on Utopia.

10. My favourite fact about my bias

She is a great artist and loves to draw! I love Seulgi's artwork and really look up to her as a creative.

17. The worst outfit my bias has worn

Seulgi looks good in almost everything, the stylists usually don't do her dirty (unlike Wendy...) but her SILLIEST outfit has gotten be the classic Candace Flynn fit for Russian Roulette

Ateez stylists generally do a pretty good job too but a lot of the Wave Era fits were just not for me LOL

Also... the Hongjoong Thanxx styling incident... glad KQ handled it but that was definitely not a good look in every sense of the phrase.

Okay, that was super long but thank you for sending in the ask!!!

#ateez #red velvet #kang seulgi #seulgi #seulgi bias #kpop bias #bias ask #bias tag #ateez bias #atiny #reveluv #kpop #hongjoong #seonghwa #san #russian roulette #bias wrecker #ult bias #bias ask meme

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rhymeswithorange · 9 months

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Alright, how about some headcanon on our favorite 'poor and lonesome cowboy'?

(bc who doesn't love a call back to a previous post?) Laura Legs has never written a song about Luke, and he's secretly miffed about that.

There was a lot of spiritualism and occultism happening in this era as well as interest in ghosts and supernatural phenomenon. Some of it took more of a scientific angle like the Society for Psychical Research and some of it was just straight up seances and table rapping and Eenie Meenie Jelly Beanie, The Spirits Are About To Speak. And Luke haaaaaates it, hates all of it, and on two different levels. Firstly, Luke has run afoul of so many con artists and grifters and charlatans in his time, so to him, these "psychic mediums" are just another version of Doc Doxey and his snake oil. Only they're preying on the grief-stricken instead of on the ill. And secondly... Luke has killed some very nasty people. So the idea --however farfetched-- that restless ghosts exist and are watching and waiting unseen for a chance to make their presence known or to exert their will isn't one that Luke finds particularly appealing. And he would rather be far away from anybody who claims to be a conduit for such things. He'd never admit to this, though. Well, not to anyone but Jolly.

Speaking of people who Luke has killed, in Bonhomme-verse, after Wanted, Luke really regrets how things went down with Phil Defer's son. He very much wishes that circumstances had allowed him to handle that situation differently, more humanely. On some level, Luke's aware that in another story, Defer's kid would've been the hero avenging his slain father.

Also, if in Bonhomme-verse, Luke has the same kill count as he does in Main Verse, then every so often Luke remembers Mad Jim and he wonders if in ten or fifteen years he'll cross paths with a young man who'll look eerily like Luke himself and who'll greet him with another drawn gun and another "You killed my father."

#lucky luke #my headcanons #answered asks

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rainsmediaradio · 11 months

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Ozuna & Davido - Eva Longoria Lyrics

Ozuna & Davido - Eva Longoria Lyrics Intro Oh-oh Afro Pre-Coro: Ozuna En la combi nunca falla Diablo, qué culo más cabrón tiene la galla (La galla) Yo no me sé su nombre, ¿es Sofía o es Natalia? Me gusta porque tiene un corte que es de Italia Usa la guagua de papi, dos foto' pa' la historia (Dos foto' pa' la historia) Siempre está dura y se parece a Eva Longoria (Longoria) Que es solo una aventura, que al amor le tiene fobia (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Cuando acabamo' dijo que me quedé en su memoria (Yeah) Coro: Ozuna Era pa' un día y se quedó Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Era pa' un día y se quedó) Era pa' un día y se quedó Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Oh, oh) Era pa' un día y se quedó Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Era pa' un día y sе quedó) Era pa' un día y se quedó Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Yеah; oh, oh) Verso 1: Davido I know what you dou, eeny, meeny, miny, moe I'm gonna get your love inna your body, nadi coco She make her follow you go anywhere you go No time to, baby, let me know Make her care for your body like a tattoo Me go do anythin', what you want do? (Want do?) I rush in all my vibes when I come through (Come through) Big daddy nothing what I can't do, can't do Get your body inna fire Oh, baby, kill everythin' that you I desire (Desire) Wine slow to the rhythm, Mariana Slow to the rhythm, Mariana Y la combi nunca falla Oh, baby, kill everything that you I desire Wine slow to the rhythm, Mariana Slow to the rhythm, Mariana Coro: Ozuna Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Era pa' un día y se quedó) Era pa' un día y se quedó Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Oh, oh) Era pa' un día y se quedó Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Era pa' un día y se quedó) Era pa' un día y se quedó Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Era pa' un día y se quedó Verso 2: Ozuna Y ahora nunca falla (Nunca falla) Siempre que llega viene con un jean en talla (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Ella en mi mente se quedó, por mi madre que lo ensaya (Que lo ensaya) So pretty, she look like Zendaya (Ah-ah-ah) Y métele, mi amor Me gusta cómo guaya' tu pantalón (Pantalón) La combi de hoy juro que no falló (Falló) Va crecía' porque hasta su panty es Dior (Woh-oh-oh) Creo que se me dio, con Afro la perreé Van tres tema' y señal que gané (Que gané) La nota elevá', ya yo me ennoté Dos, tres VIP de sus amiga' yo pagué Le dije que guie el Porsche porque Pre-Coro: Ozuna En la combi nunca falla Diablo, qué culo más cabrón tiene la galla (La galla) Yo no me sé su nombre, ¿es Sofía o es Natalia? (Oh) Me gusta porque tiene un corte que es de Italia Usa la guagua de papi, dos foto' pa' la historia (Dos foto' pa' la historia) Siempre está dura y se parece a Eva Longoria (Longoria) Que es solo una aventura, que al amor le tiene fobia (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Cuando acabamo' dijo que me quedé en su memoria Coro: Ozuna Era pa' un día y se quedó Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Era pa' un día y se quedó) Era pa' un día y se quedó Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Oh, oh) Era pa' un día y se quedó Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Era pa' un día y se quedó) Era pa' un día y se quedó Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Oh, oh) Outro: Ozuna Era pa' un día y se quedó Y ahora nunca falla Jaja Woh-oh Ozuna Davido Hi Music Hi Flow, jaja Afro, Afro En la combi nunca falla Dímelo Vi Read the full article

#Davido #Ozuna

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littlecornerinbrooklyn · 1 year

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Good morning Ridgewood//scoped a new pet store that’s like half a mile from my house and is bonus right next to a record store//it was a bit chilly but I’m going to miss hoodie walks//Julia Louis-Dreyfus interviewed Fran Lebowitz for her pod and I loved it so much I will smoke a cig with Fran if it’s the last thing I do//I’m so glad it’s already Wednesday I want this week dunzo asap//I listened to Sean Kingston ft. Justin Bieber Eenie Meenie—truly one of JBs best in his whole disocography—and now YouTube won’t stop recommending songs from my high school era

#adventures in the wood

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jieqionq · 5 days

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CHUNGHA for codegraphy summer '24 campaign 'dream voyage'

#chungha #ioi #photoshoot #edit #era: eenie meenie

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shallowrambles · 1 year

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"Dean's 'you're dead to me' comes out of nowhere!"

HUH?

It...doesn't...come out of nowhere. It's harsh, but take a GIANT step back and really LOOK at it.

THE only guy in the family who can;

(A) see and judge the state of souls and

(B) tolerate anything close to "angel strength"

doesn't show up for family game night but chooses instead to go off on a quest he doesn't tell you about. Later, he calls you on the phone and implies that the kid shouldn't have been left alone with other family members: "They're together? Alone?"

That's a grotesque miscommunication of the danger at hand. Now, Cas was scared, and he apologized, that's true. But by his own admission, as usual, he waited until it was too late.

This tendency is intrinsic to his personality even before the complex, interpersonal stressors throughout the series.

Cas has always tried to handle things alone. It's allllmoooost sweet. His intentions are usually good. He tries to spare everyone their burdens rather than shoulder them together. That's one reason we love him.

But, inevitably, it gets bad, and he goes for help once the situation has ballooned.

In practice, it's the withholding of important info in his relationships. If there's a partnership, it's not being present in a partnership. (And again, it's not his fault exactly, but Cas wasn't there at their time of need. Some bad stuff went down with Nick, but Cas did leave at a time that Jack was incredibly volatile--a time when his expertise would've undoubtedly helped.)

To Cas, maybe the danger seemed obvious. But not only did he not communicate this, he sent Dean off alone with said kid to talk to Donatello.

Dean was not equipped to handle a soulless being of unimagineable power. He's not equipped to judge the stability of a soulless being. (He might as well play eeny-meeny-miny-mo.)

Hell, soulless!Sam almost got him killed back in the day. Those are some pretty traumatic memories to revisit, on top of Dean's recent Michael trauma.

Now, do I think Dean would have necessarily listened about the snake? Maybe not at first. Denial is a strong force. But I'm saying that anyone might behave weirdly or explode when faced with that information IN the moment of peril. It's hard to act rationally when you dread the possibility of your parent being dead and your kid being (symbolically) dead/gone.

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TLDR; I'm team "let Cas be responsible for his actions and lack of communication."

Sam and Dean are obviously in the wrong during this era, and ppl accept that too easily, but Cas was in the wrong, too. Let him own that part. Let it be a mess. Sometimes, no one is completely in the right, and tragedies are tragedies. There's no getting around the fact that if Cas had been forthcoming with the danger Jack posed, it would have helped. A LOT.

And don't give me the -whomp, whomp- "but Cas was punished for working with Crowley to turn himself into a radioactive-he's-gonna-blow-bomb-that-even-Balthazar-couldn't-get-behind" or "b-but when he was vulnerable, he was kicked out of the bunker," and now he's uncomfortable talking to them. On the first instance: he did the same thing back then! He waited till things hit critical mass to ask for help, and then he demanded help when no one agreed with him. He killed Balthazar for it. Rachel didn't agree either btw. Lots of ppl hated the plan, not just his human fam. And the bunker? Literally, Cas completely got the nuances of that situation when Dean explained it. Instantly. He even compared it to Metatron's lying. Cas was more horrified by yet more examples of angelic manipulation in their lives than the individual things that occurred because of that manipulation.

In short, Cas's commication issues way predate all of that. It has to do with being self-reliant and living billions of years with no real emotional support system outside of a 1984-style authoriarian govt. We see Cas's communication style over and over; it's on full display when he stole the colt to kill Kelly. He wants to spare his loved ones, but he also wants, "a win...for himself." Cas values his identity as strong protector. We see that in the flash forward in the script of 12x19: The Future.

He wants to shield his loved ones, but he's often so protective that it winds up hurting everyone.

Plus, Cas has assessed rightly that he didn't even talk to Jack about the snake, or how to determine right and wrong. Cas was a soulless being for billions of years and he offered no support to the supposedly soulless kid!

He believed in Jack's goodness for so long that he couldn't bear the idea of his corruption. It's really unfair, because all Jack did was become a being more like Cas himself. :(

#cosmic hierarchy #cas doesn't want jack to be like him - pure angel #cas want to emphasize the human elements #that's a bit unfair #dean is very obviously wrong #but haven't you ever lost a fam member violently? it's ROUGH

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redvelvetsource · 3 years

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[SCAN] Seulgi on TVXQ’s Yunho solo album “NOIR” Photobook

#red velvet #seulgi #era: trffinale #c: eeny meeny #p: scan

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 3 years

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Words: 3,778 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: pre-Negan Alexandria, Warnings: graphic descriptions, violence, gore, fear and anxiety, strong language Summary: Still stuck in the auto shop, Daryl and Y/N try to move on after the explosive argument. A/N: Ooooohhh boy. I'm excite for you to read this chapter!

This is a series! Read the previous parts on the Master List.

Your name: submit What is this?

As soon as you made it completely into the little break room you felt like your knees were about to give out. You leaned your back against the far wall and slid down to sit on the floor, wrapping your arms around your knees. Because I’m fucking in love with you! You could hear his voice in your head, see his face as he realized what had just spilled out of him. You squeezed your eyes shut and rubbed a hand over your forehead. Shit. That was impossible to ignore. And it was going to make the mix of emotions you always felt around him even more impossible to ignore. And of all places to be; trapped in a small, dingy auto shop.

You suddenly felt so drained, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the fighting, the running, the adrenaline crash, or the emotional fallout from what had just transpired, but your whole body ached and your mind was foggy. You hadn’t meant to, but you submerged almost against your will into a deep pool of heavy sleep.

That cruel smile and those dead eyes, dark wells of nothing, were right in your face. Your vision alternately blurred and sharpened as you fought to stay conscious even while you were unsure if it would be better to black out or stay awake. A knife point was thrust mere centimeters from your right eye. “Eenie. Meenie…” The edge of the knife moved to press down on the top of your ear. “Miney…” The bite of steel pressed into your bottom lip, pulling it slightly down as the edge met the soft pillow of flesh. “Moe…” The knifepoint moved to the center of your sternum and he twirled it in his fingers. You felt the cotton of your shirt give way to the sharp point of the knife which then pricked your skin. You couldn’t help the slightly shuddered breath that it drew from you as you felt the tip begin to sink more deeply into your flesh. “I’d start talking, sweetheart, unless you want this knife to go in deeper,” he hissed in your face. You could smell the moonshine he’d been drinking on his breath. “Answer one question—just one—and I’ll loosen those ropes on your wrists.” Your vision wavered again. “Fuck you,” you managed. A searing pain tore down the center of your chest as he pushed the knife in and dragged it downwards. Someone was screaming. You realized that was you. You were screaming. You felt blood start to soak the front of your shirt as he lifted the knife, leaving you gasping for breath and whimpering. Your wrists were burning from struggling against the rough ropes and your shoulder was on fire.

“Y/N! Wake up! Hey!” Strong hands clasping your shoulders, shaking you. “Wake up!”

You were still disoriented and your field of vision was like you were looking through a pinhole, all dark and blurred around the edges. Your hands shot out to push the figure away from you, but when you felt familiar worn leather, you gripped on instead.

“Yer havin’ a panic attack! Just breathe! Listen to m’ voice!” Daryl drawled, his hands still on your shoulders. “Breathe. C’mon. S’alright.”

You felt your lungs start to loosen, all while you clung more desperately to his vest. Finally, the darkness and blur in your eyes faded away and you were left looking at the handsome archer in front of you. He was on his knees, his expression a little desperate, his blue eyes chaotic. You pulled your hands off his vest like you’d been burned and he suddenly realized he was still holding onto your shoulders and his grip slipped gently from them. “Ya alright?” he asked softly, his brow heavily furrowed, casting a shadow over his blue eyes, turning them a deep blue like the color of a clear twilight sky.

Your chest was still heaving as you tried to recover the oxygen you seemed to have lost that left your head swimming. You squeezed your eyes shut and leaned your head back against the wall. Daryl watched as your left hand came across and gripped your right shoulder, the one that had been dislocated during your ordeal. You rubbed it gently. He felt helpless as you tried to calm down and simply sank back onto his heels, tucking his hands into his back pockets to keep from fiddling with them anxiously.

“Yer shoulder hurt?” he asked, simply for something to break the silence. Your eyes opened and fixed on him for a long moment. You nodded, shifting to sit up straighter against the wall behind you.

“Yeah. It’s like that phantom limb syndrome or whatever… but… it just aches.” You gulped. “But it’s not just that. When I have these flashbacks, I can feel—” You broke off abruptly and bit your bottom lip. Daryl’s chest felt hollow. You pulled your eyes away from his face and stared vaguely at the floor. You shook your head and sighed. “It doesn’t matter,” you murmured. “Wasn’t real. It wasn’t…” You said it to like you were trying to convince yourself and Daryl felt a sharp pang in the middle of that empty feeling in his chest. This is what you had meant when you said you couldn’t sleep. How am I supposed to sleep? If possible, you felt even more exhausted than you had when you’d originally fallen asleep. Maybe he read it on your face, but he pushed himself up.

“Ya—ya okay?” he asked again. It seemed like a stupid question.

You nodded hesitantly. “Ish,” you said.

Daryl nervously scratched the back of his head. “Alrigh’. I’ll just be out here, if ya need anythin’.” He couldn’t imagine that you wanted him hanging around right now. I need some time. That’s what you’d said.

He’d barely crossed the threshold when you said his name again. “Daryl.” He turned back, a question on his careworn face. For a moment the air felt charged and thick, your lips parted and he waited for you to speak but you suddenly seemed to reverse course and ducked your eyes. “How’d you get the lights on in there?” you asked, picking at a hole in your jeans.

A flash of confusion flitted over his face briefly and he cleared his throat. “Uhh—walkers seem like they wandered off. I found a generator in the back. Has a little bit of juice left in it... I was jus’ workin’ on that car to—to pass the time, ya know.” He had to keep busy or he thought he might lose his mind.

“Oh.” You nodded.

You looked like you were on the edge of saying something else and Daryl stepped back toward you. “What is it?” he asked softly.

You gulped and stared back down at your fiddling fingers. “Nothing. Just—” Did you dare to ask him for this favor? After how cold you were, how you snapped at him, after how you’d yelled, how you’d blamed him. “Would you sit here next to me for a bit? I just—until that—that flashback gets out of my head.”

Your voice sounded so weary and you truly did look like you were about to collapse from exhaustion, but Daryl couldn’t believe you were asking that of him after what had happened earlier… Ain’t like she’s got any damn choice of anybody else though, is it? he thought to himself. His heart quickened as he nudged his nose up in a nod. You shifted over against the back wall to give him more room and he sunk down beside you, leaving a buffer of space between his broad shoulders and yours.

“Thanks,” you murmured, still not looking at him, again rubbing your hand over your shoulder.

“Mhm,” he hummed. He couldn’t help staring at your profile, memorizing the slope of your nose and the fullness of your bottom lip. You seemed to be purposely keeping your eyes turned away.

You sighed heavily and closed your eyes, leaning back against the wall again. “I’m tired,” you breathed.

Daryl was too, but he had a hard time believing sleep would come. Instead, he listened to your breathing grow slower and deeper beside him and finally your head lolled toward your shoulder. He pressed his back into the cold cinderblock behind him and couldn’t help replaying the earlier conflict with you over and over in his mind. He rubbed a hand over his face and thought of a thousand different things he wished he had said—but at the same time… it felt like some poison had been drawn from a wound. He’d been carrying his feelings around for you for years and it had only gotten more difficult when things fell apart between the two of you. He was deep in thought, replaying little moments from when things were good and when it all went bad, when suddenly you shifted beside him and he felt your hand on his arm. Your body turned toward his and your head came to rest on his shoulder. You were still deeply asleep, no idea you’d moved against him, but the effect it had on the archer was instantaneous. He felt a growing bloom of warmth in his chest start to grow outwards and pour into his face. It was accompanied by a sudden sense of relief and calm, peace, that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Your hand on his arm… just that touch he felt starved for. He studied the serene expression on your face and his heart bounded as your hand curled gently around his arm, holding to him more tightly. Fuck. Who was he kidding? There was no going back to before he’d confessed his feelings for you, and he didn’t want to. Whatever he had to do… no matter what it was, whatever you needed him to do to make things right, he would do it. He’d been walking around with a gaping wound in his chest since things between the two of you had turned sour back at the prison, waking up every day thinking of you and failing at sleeping while thinking of you. No matter how many times he tried to tell himself to give it up, that it was over, he couldn’t let it go. He couldn’t. And if this was all he had? You falling asleep against him in this stupid auto shop with walkers and living dickbags patrolling outside, shit, that would be enough for now. And he’d figure it out. The rest of it, he’d figure out…

_ _ _ _ _ _

You awoke with a start to find that you were curled up tightly on your side. Your body was stiff from the hard floor, but as you sat up a spare shirt of Daryl’s slid off you. You noted that he’d also cushioned your head with his pack as a makeshift pillow. Your heart fluttered involuntarily at the sweetness of those simple gestures despite the fiery conflict between the two of you. No matter how long you’d tried to push him away, he kept caring for you. Even when you told him to do otherwise… You stretched your stiff limbs and listened. You could hear faint noises in the other room and you pulled yourself to your feet, smoothing your hair and clothes and heading toward the sounds. As you expected, Daryl was bent over the engine compartment of the SUV tinkering with something. He didn’t seem to hear you come in, and you were able to just watch him work for a moment, pausing every now and again to sigh, grab a different tool, or wipe at his brow with the back of his arm.

While you stood there, there was a sudden upwelling of emotion in your chest and you found yourself feeling ashamed, ashamed of the way you had treated him… And the whole time you had been fighting the fact that you had tremendously intense and tremendously conflicting emotions about him. Most days you didn’t know if you wanted to punch him in the face or kiss him, and that was terrifying. But enough was enough. If you hadn’t been so fucking stubborn you could have talked this whole thing out ages ago… and who knows where the two of you would be now if you had. Nothing was a guarantee in this world; no tomorrow, no next moment, no next second. And you’d wasted years.

You stepped closer and cleared your throat, getting ready to speak. His eyes shot up to find you standing there, looking anxious and unsure, something that was rare for you. He set down the tool in his hand on the edge of the engine compartment.

Daryl gulped nervously. “Hey. Ya alrigh’?” he asked.

You nodded and stepped a little closer. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks for the, uhh, makeshift pillow and stuff… and for sitting with me when I was freaking out…”

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod. His blue eyes studied you as you wrung your hands nervously.

“Look, I—” You sighed heavily trying to gather up your courage and swallow your pride. “I owe you an apology. Or—like… a thousand apologies.”

Daryl’s brow furrowed and you read the confusion easily on his face. “Ya don’t.”

“Yeah. I do,” you insisted. “I was angry at you and all this time I’ve—I’ve been cold and hostile and pushed you away because—” you hesitated. How could you possibly explain your behavior without making it sound like you were trying to excuse it? Or were you really ready to confess the real reason you’d kept him so at arm’s length?

“Ya ain’t gotta explain anythin’ to me. Ya dun need a reason to—”

You laughed a little wryly. “Just let me get this out, okay? I’m—I’m trying to apologize here.” You pulled in a deep breath. “Yes, I was angry at you for what you did. And I still am a little. But you didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated you.”

Confusion only further clouded his face.

You shook your head and shrugged. “And—just, how? How, after everything, do you not just hate me? For all the years of me picking fights and shoving you away…”

Daryl’s blue eyes were still unwaveringly fixed on your face, but he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment and chewed it nervously. “I could never hate ya,” he drawled softly. “And it ain’t like ya didn’t have a reason…”

Your heart was starting to pound in your chest and you tried to draw up your last bit of courage. “I was mad. And I felt betrayed… and I felt all the things I said yesterday but it was more than that… The reason I pushed you away so hard was because I was afraid.” Daryl just went on looking at you, his chest heaving a little with some anxious breaths. The atmosphere in the small shop felt thick with tension and it seemed like fingers of electricity were slowly crackling their way through the air.

You could still see the question on his brow. “I felt all those things. Angry and hurt and deceived and—and hopeless because I would never get that closure that I thought would fix my—” you sighed heavily. “I felt all that but I also still was—was in love with you. And I didn’t know how to deal with that. I couldn’t reconcile those two things. They were both too strong and I didn’t know how to fit them together. And I realize now that it’s not fair of me to think that even if I had been there, even if I’d been the one to kill him or had watched him die, that that would have stopped my flashbacks or patched up this hole I’ve got from the loss of my dad. I can’t know that. Nothing is going to bring him back. It doesn’t change what I went through. And punishing you for it doesn’t help anything. For all I know, seeing him again could have made things worse.”

Daryl seemed frozen but his mind was a chaotic blur as he tried to process what you’d just said. You’d just said you had been in love with him. Past tense. Had. He was trying to grapple with this still when you barreled on.

You felt your eyes stinging a little with emotion and you blinked away the tears as best you could. “Daryl, I never stopped feeling that way about you. You’re still you. Everything I love about you is the same. Even in what you did that made me so angry, it came from this place of you wanting more than anything to protect me, to fix any wrong in my world. Your loyalty, your fierce protection of the people you care about, the fact that you’re a total badass and then you—you slip your pack under my head because you want me to have a pillow. We screamed at each other yesterday and at the first sign of something wrong you didn’t hesitate to sit next to me on that dingy floor and make sure I was okay. All of that, all the reasons I fell in love with you in the first place,” you shrugged, unable now to stop the tears from burning in your eyes, “they’re all still there. And I’m sorry. I’m just so sorry that I wasted so much time being confused and afraid of how strongly I felt and I’m just—sorry, I guess,” you finished weakly.

There was another moment of silence that felt infinitely long as you tried to weather the internal turmoil that was swirling, but it couldn’t have been longer than a few seconds.

You watched something shift behind his blue eyes but you couldn’t put a word to it. You stood paralyzed while he pulled the red rag from his back pocket and wiped his hands in a well-formed habit. He tucked it back into his pocket and looked up at you again, and this time you saw uncertainty on his face. The space between the two of you still felt charged with electricity, but it also felt vast and lonely. Your feet moved toward him almost without you thinking and in no time you were standing so close you could feel the heat from his body.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” you said again, looking up at him through your lashes.

He shook his head almost imperceptibly. “Ya ain’t gotta say that.”

“Yes. I do,” you insisted again. You lifted a hand and hesitated briefly before pressing it gently to the center of his chest. “I’m sorry.”

You felt his breath hitch at your touch. “Daryl.” He still looked uncertain. “Say something?”

His heart was pounding, and he was quite sure you had to be able to feel it with your hand on his chest. “‘M sorry, too.” He was surprised he managed any words at all.

“I know,” you said. You looked up into his face for only a moment longer before you arched up onto your toes, studying the shades of blue in his eyes for a moment before gently finding his lips with yours. Your eyes closed as he gave way softly to your kiss, but the next moment you were setting back on your heels and taking in the stunned look on his face. You felt your cheeks warm with a blush and you nervously bit your bottom lip. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that? Maybe this was just all too much at once. Your heart jumped in your chest. “Um… was that okay?”

“Okay?” he repeated.

“Yeah, just—you look a little… surprised…” Your hand was still flat in the center of his chest and the other had come to rest on his side.

“Course ‘m surprised. Yesterday, I thought—I thought I’d ruined everythin’. Again.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t. I just had to—”

You were interrupted by his lips on yours, and this time the kiss was fiery and insistent and needy. You almost lost your balance, but Daryl’s hands on the small of your back caught you and you eagerly looped your arms around his neck and arched into him, kissing him back hard until the two of you were completely breathless. You broke apart for a moment and his eyes met yours. He watched your lips curve into a smile as you blinked at the glassiness of happy tears in your eyes. He committed that look to memory, and then kissed you again. You smiled against his lips and everything seemed to fall away as the two of you were lost in each other, Daryl’s fingers tangling into your hair and clasping your face. Kissing him was easy. Your lips were in sync and you were surprised by the forcefulness of his need for you. His hands landed on your hips and you walked backwards until your back hit the SUV behind you.

You found his bottom lip with your teeth and gently bit it, smiling into the kiss again at the growl it drew from him. His hips pressed against you and his hands clasped your face. You could feel the strong muscles of his back beneath your fingers. You felt light-headed, giddy, as you pulled him in tightly against you.

When you finally broke apart again, both of you were breathless. Daryl was looking down at you still in vague disbelief. You sighed and gave him a small smile. “We’ve got a problem,” you breathed.

“Hmm?” His face darkened immediately.

“Rick is going to think his plan worked, sending us out alone. He’ll be intolerable,” you joked.

Daryl looked relieved that you were simply kidding around and he pushed a strand of your hair away from your eyes. “We ain’t gotta tell him right away,” he drawled. “We can at least keep it a secret until he can’t take credit for it.”

You laughed lightly. “I don’t know. I feel like I may never stop smiling. Kind of hard to hide that.”

“Don’t stop then,” Daryl said. “Let ‘em take credit. I dun want ya to ever stop smilin’.”

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commajade · 2 years

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Changmin is testing my resolve with these teasers 🥴 I now see how much of Changmin himself Taemin adopted into his own solo identity.

when u look at shinee and tvxq it's rly special they're rly studying each other. i noticed it since taemin's solo debut, when i found out changmin wrote ace. taemin takes a lot of influence from the artists he loves and admire esp shinee and in his debut era u can see a lot of input from specifically changmin, jonghyun, and hwang sanghoon. u look at the teasers for chocolate and get a lot of ace era taemin but i rly think that was changmin's vibe first that he let taemin borrow.

i actually can't speak much on tvxq being influenced by younger sm acts cuz they've been much more mature in aesthetics/sounds for a long time but yunho for sure was taking notes on nct when he made the masterpiece that is noir. he took an exact set from kick it and completely made it his own. also bringing seulgi in for eeny meeny was genius.

and everyone knows how much tvxq loves shinee, they're the only one that aren't subject to yunho's uknow time hours of sunbae lectures and changmin and minho are attached at the hip. i rly think changmin's teasers are already the next logical step of dcm's fake reality concept made much sharper as a critique of fame and celebrity and a tvxq version of taemin's ngda aesthetics.

#asks #tvxq #shinee #changmin

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ncwherebutup · 2 years

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CONNECTION CALL DO JUZIN: escolha uma música do Justin Bieber para uma conexão + @ do seu personagem!

𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 : Quando ele era novinho, pouco depois de chegar em Storybrooke (na adolescência), era muito sem futuro. Dono do chiqueiro, esta galinha não tinha muitos limites e isso se aplicou, infelizmente, a @toothivna, que teve de lidar com o jeito dele até que as coisas, enfim, estourassem na cara um do outro e tivessem que se separar da relação nada saudável. Hoje em dia, agora que estão grandes, a relação de ambos está a ser combinada!

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 : De forma bem resumida e direta, @theholyxmc é a pessoa por quem Justin é pau-mandado e ele nem percebe. Quer um kitkat no meio da madrugada? É só mandar mensagem pra ele pedindo que ele vai deixar. Precisa de dinheiro emprestado que nunca mais vai devolver? Pede pra ele fazer o pix! Alguém pra segurar as compras no shopping? Justin o nome do cara que vai segurar tudo e nem reclamar, porque vai adorar a sua presença. Anything you want, shawty!

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 : Literalmente alguém que salvou ele de se afogar e até hoje Justin é rendido a dar presentes fora de data, tudo pra agradar. Ele pode até saber dirigir, correr e pular, mas nadar? Nem consegue, tadinho... @americawaller tem um favor guardado da parte dele.

𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄 : A relaçãozinha on e off de Justin. @camclia & @julieita não se decidem, ele não toma atitude direta, então ficam nesse eenie meenie miney mo lover que já dura há muito tempo, tanto que já estão tão acostumados que nem se cobram mais de nada - até porque não querem essa cobrança mesmo, muito chato dar satisfação!

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄 : No passado ele quebrou alguns corações, mas com o carma às vezes vem muito forte, @avalcrturner & @imjustl1keyou dessa vez com quem quebrou o coração dele. Está a combinar o motivo desse broken heart. Oh, this is so sad, that should be him holding your hand!

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 : Discussões? Desentendimentos? Ódio? Uma coisa bem difícil de se imaginar vindo ou propagando da parte de Justin, mas @hellgracie com certeza tem um lugarzinho nessa lista única por um motivo que está a combinar.

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 : O/A parceiro/a de festanças de Justin. Se tem uma única pessoa na cidade em quem ele definitivamente gostaria de sair pra ir em festas é @.MUSE, porque sabe que vai se divertir independente se beber ou não; é entretenimento na certa!

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 : Esses @.MUSES são amigos de Justin ou simplesmente só simpatizam muito com ele e sabem que ele tem um carro, então usam ele de peça pra fazer ciúmes em qualquer outra pessoa que desejam, fingindo que ele é o contatinho sempre disponível. Justin não liga pra isso porque é um cara super de boas e se encaixa perfeitamente no personagem quando pedido. Literalmente: se ele fosse seu namorado, jamais te deixaria, sempre à postos! (não tem limite, pode ser mais de um personagem)

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 : Justin não poupa elogios pra @melcncholic. Ele não tem vergonha de prestar esse tipo de gentileza para ninguém, mas especialmente pra eles. Talvez MUSES gostem de tê-lo como amigo pra encher o ego, ou simplesmente gostem dele como pessoa mesmo. (não tem limite, pode ser mais de um personagem)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 : Justin se perde facilmente na admiração que tem por @shebcauty. Não sabe como começou a ter esse fascínio por ela, mas é super difícil não se sentir atraído por tudo que ela faz, até no jeito que fala. Faz de tudo pra ganhar atenção dessa pessoa quando pode!

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 : @romeoh foi a primeira pessoa que Justin se aproximou na cidade e desde então são muito amigos. Essa pessoa sabe da vida dele toda antes de Storybrooke, sabe das corridas ilegais que ele participa e incita, e sempre dá cobertura pra ele quando precisa de um álibi.

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 : Justin é quase um santo, podia ser canonizado até... Pena que não é tão anjo assim. @amasofrechora e ele se desentenderam ~por algum motivo~ e agora nem pedindo desculpas Justin consegue reestruturar essa relação ao que era antes. Mas nunca é tarde demais pra tomar atitudes!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔̈ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 : A amizade com @.MUSE é meio abalada porque essa pessoa já o deixou na mão várias vezes, mesmo quando ele se dedicou por tudo, e Justin não faz muito o tipo de quem perdoa uma, duas, três vezes... Eles atingiram a gota d’água, mas resta saber: por quê?

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍 : Um @.vilão que estranhamente seja simpático e até se dê bem com Justin. São os famosos opostos que se atraem, mas na verdade é só uma pessoa em quem Justin deposita confiança de que chegará em sua redenção. Ele bem sabe como é ser alguém que se perde no caminho, e sabe que nunca é tarde demais.

* limite de 2 por player!

ABAIXO UM RESUMO DO CHAR ATÉ EU CRIAR CORAGEM PRA POSTAR FIXADO:

JUSTIN RICHMOND, 26 anos, entregador de Uber Eats e piloto de fuga.

Na Floresta Encantada foi um órfão da igreja, apelidado “Bear” porque ninguém ali tinha um nome, que descobriu junto de outros três amigos seus que tinham poderes quando a igreja foi incendiada. Assim que achou a Fada Morgana, viraram Aprendizes de Merlin e fizeram um pacto de sempre serem aliados, assumindo nomes de verdade à partir das Virtudes Cardeais (do Catecismo) sendo ele Justice e os outros: Temperance, Fortitude e Prudence. Bear possui habilidades com o ar e domina o elemento. Usava leques de aço para manipular concentradamente a magia, e é também isso seu token. (insp: jett de valorant, aang, kitana de mortal kombat.)

Em Storybrooke sua história falsa é a de um filho de dois ricaços que controlam uma empresa de automotores e sempre foram ligados à essa coisa de carros, motos e corridas. Quando construíram uma pista automotiva, proibiram Justin de correr, pois pressionavam ele para ser médico ou advogado - como todo e qualquer parente tradicional espera do único filho -, mas quando viram que ele era bom, deram um prazo de dois anos para que ele conseguisse fazer sucesso, do contrário seria expulso de casa por sua teimosia e por ir contra as vontades dos pais. Não preciso nem dizer o que acabou acontecendo, porque no final ele se mudou para Storybrooke e ali criou um espaço para corridas underground ilegais ao mesmo tempo em que trabalha como entregador de Uber Eats. Ele desistiu de ser Uber propriamente por tamanha esquisitisse do povo e grosseria também.

#tá no readmore só pq ficou extenso e não quero poluir a dash!!!#espero não ser cancelada na tag por escutar justin bieber #juro que vou responder td mundo nos chats dps tá!!! perdão não ter feito isso ontem lasmdlaskdm #me fazendo de cega pras pendências da sienna q to sem mt muse pra postar perdãoooo!!! mas logo faço

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incarnateirony · 4 years

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i think there’s a distinction that needs to be made. i think those with power over dabb & co are the ones who are exuding more habits of queerbaiting, while dabb and co aren’t. and because those execs are more or less invisible, the blame/fault is put on dabb as he’s the perceived figurehead of everything in the show when he’s not. anything he may want to put in the show can be easily vetoed by a higher exec so

Okay so I said I wouldn’t touch related issues facing wanky-side, but while this runs the line this is such a genuine, and valid thought process it feels worth addressing.

So in short: Yes. But no. But yes. But no. But we’ll see.

What do I mean by that? I’m going to put this behind a cut. But first of all I want to thank this Nonnie for at least trying to critically think about where the problems lead to. This is FAR BETTER CRITICAL THINKING than I see in this discussion most of the time and this. More like this. Nuance, discussion, idea trade, history. Let’s do it.

Okay, so.

How can it be yes no yes no maybe eenie meenie miney mo?

Because it really depends on what part of this 15 year legacy show we’re talking about.

What I’m about to say isn’t going to be popular, but I’ve said it before, I just can’t find the ancient ass post discussing it.

We’re going to rewind. Like, a fucking lot. A lot, a lot. This is going to be a history ride, and you’re probably going to wonder how it connects to the conversation at first, but bear with me.

Ignoring any personal frustrations I have with the casting of season 4 – frankly a chapter of this FUCKING show that haunts me somewhere in the ballpark of, “If my friend wasn’t dismissed as not white enough and got the role, would we have Misha, Destiel, any of this, would the show be on, would she have been chased off as the other actresses?” – and frankly these are the things people don’t even fucking *think* about.

TLDR a bajillion years ago CW made a casting call and we got this super cute character named Anna that Dean was slated to bend over in two seconds flat, as old canon used to be before modernly growing. The actress expressed discomfort, and frankly went over with the audience about as well as wet cardboard. And like, while I agree that a lot of women were hated for misogynistic reasons in this show, she really was about as interesting as a plank of plywood to me once she got past her first performance or two.

At the same time, this handsome bastard named Misha Collins auditioned for a bit role originally intended for 3 episodes and quickly extended to 6. But, identified as lightning in a bottle and with on-fire chemistry, while Anna waffled for *several* reasons, summarily, their story ends swapped. That’s… not like *exactly* what happened but it’s *basically* what happened. Anna became the herald and contagonist instead of Cas, and Cas quite frankly took on the role of the goddess.

With Lisa already entered before Anna, there’s no evidence whatsoever she was intended as endgame. Story flip. Thank you for everything last night on earth fall by angel banishing almost like this was foreshadowed woohoo! But… don’t lend towards a relationship. No point. Given, they made a few jokes on set at that point, but it wasn’t really an idea *they thought anyone took seriously*.

Coming from a phase where most of the leads were introduced to “slash fandom” by Wincest, which they literally used to torture and prank each other, the idea of this being anything serious really wasn’t on their radar. The one I remember most was Misha choosing to sit on Dean’s side of the bed as Cas in the famous “What were you dreaming about?” and Sgriccia being like “that’s kinda gay” “nah keep it”

I mean, is that… queerbait at that point? I don’t think it’s fair to really call it that. They respectfully tried to scrub out the leading romantic edges from what would have been Anna’s story, but ultimately, the human psyche kind of recognizes 8000 years of storytelling history subconsciously when using the Hero’s Journey narrative, so it was resonant. Nobody was crazy for seeing it. That didn’t mean it was right, that didn’t mean it’s what they were consciously leading anyone for.

Hell, Jensen didn’t even know what the fuck Destiel WAS until season 7 (”Deathstiel?”) due to the way cons, circuits, and fansites kept the conversation force-muted at that point. Anything they had floated somewhere in the area of “hah that is kinda gay I guess”, and even that there’s no evidence of being frequent.

Kripke left, the show petered, social media was new, and summarily, Sera Gamble was a dumbass and listened to the wrong crowd that seemed super big back when big accounts were a whole 10K followers and you had 50 asshats screaming as a coordinated group about Ruining The Show™. Ratings tanked, somewhere between Misha being fired and the show turning into a parody of itself with dick jokes that made it seem like Gamble was trying to target 11 year old boys for her audience, and like, that’s it, that was the season.

Until that nosedive spiral essentially turned into a shorthand apology reversal, a panicked and roughly written script that was *SO GAY* that *EVEN MISHA FUCKING COLLINS* couldn’t seriously choke out the dialogue. It was cheap, it was out of character, and as Jensen put it, the dialogue might as well have had him petting and sobbing into Castiel’s coat while essentially being like I SLEEP WITH YOUR COAT EVERY NIGHT TO REMEMBER YOUR SCENT UWU and shit that just LITERALLY vaulted from alien fascinated staring into desperate teenage gay drama in the body of a 30 year old man.

So yeah. Did I consider it reasonable to change that? Fuck yes I did.

Was what Sera Gamble did queerbait? Yes, actually. And she did it again in the Magicians. You see, Gamble had fucked over an audience, and then tried to exploit that audience in reverse when she realized she fucked over the *wrong* audience, but had zero intent of fulfillment.

And then magically, Sera Gamble didn’t fucking work there anymore after a whole like, year and a half as showrunner.

Now, at the same time, Dawn Ostroff was leaving the CW. Jensen’s had some pretty fierce words about Dawn Ostroff not understanding the show and how to manage it, but whatever. Bye, Dawn. Hello… MARK FUCKING PEDOWITZ. But at the same time, WELCOME BACK CARVER and most of all HOWDY DO NETFLIX, so nice to make a guaranteed deal with you (that ended as of this year due to a CBS merchandising meltdown).

When Carver came back, he said a lot of things. He… very tactfully called Gamble’s era trash by phasing it like “:) Watching the show :) since I left :) I realized :) a lot of our mythology :) has been difficult to follow :) so I went :) back to basics :) please help”, and others, like mentioning he had a three year plan on his desk. So 3. Season 8, 9, 10. He had notes for his S10 finale in mind and everything! Great stuff.

Now the fandom, at this point, generally didn’t pay attention to the network or production. In fact, the actor worship around here is some other kind of wild and I don’t know how after 15 years people haven’t figured out that it isn’t how to go about paying attention. Either way – plot switches, showrunner switches, author switches, and NETWORK LEADERSHIP SWITCHES.

Now, this little part here is speculation – but I am 99% sure that when Carver was pulling SPN out of the cancellation toilet, he had bigger things to inform the new execs about than “btw I might make it gay.” Like “Hey, since CW just got its netflix deal, if you give us another year we can import fresh demographic while bringing back Collins’ old fanbase by setting him back as a regular.” SURE, SOUND GREAT, MAKE MONEY, THX.

Cool. Cool. Make sense so far, you still with me?

Because at this point, S8 into early S9, fandom had gotten itself into all kinds of a stir. It was about to go canon, rite nao, said a bunch of bloggers, who at that point WERE pretty much chasing wallpapers and Tshirts and making the most bizarre uncorroborated parallel interpretations like “IF U PARALLEL IT TO MOBY DICK-” WHAT WHY WHERE– ??? BUT cAS = fISH

Okay, my fucking annoyance at what counted as lit crit in those days aside, we’ll get back on track. Everybody started vibrating for this shit because, you know what, S8 did resonate pretty strong, almost like authors were toying with ideas. I’m not gonna get into stuff about Robbie, I THINK fandom knows the statements he’s made and I don’t just mean the whole Destiel being canon tweet both antis and bitters descended on him to eviscerate him about. About what? Calling it queerbait!

So here we go, the great advent. About a year after a dramatic network shift, a CW exec was like :))))))))) I’D LIKE TO LEARN ABOUT THIS FANDOM THAT IS SUDDENLY MAKING ME MONEY!! WHAT SHOULD I DO??? TO TWITTER! HASHTAG TALK TO THEM!

[logs in]

Beep boop. “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” “Destiel?” the FUCK is a Destiel? Wait what no I don’t know what you’re talking about representation isn’t our intention with these characters. “QUEERBAIT” “QUEERBAIT” “QUEERBAIT” “QUEERBAIT” “QUEERBAIT” “QUEERBAIT” “QUEERBAIT” “QUEERBAIT” “QUEERBAIT” “QUEERBAIT” “QUEERBAIT”

And then the network exec got so slammed he deleted twitter entirely and everybody popped confetti and felt accomplished and did NOT realize how fucking BAD that was. And frankly, anyone that did kinda didn’t want to admit it, because taking responsibility for that tire fire was… not… attractive. In fact, several folks are still around to this day, bitter blogging or making weirdass meta or accusing other people of wallpapers and Tshirts because that’s what they did so *YAY, PROJECTION!*

My own frustrated bitterness aside, I’m going to place some questions down, and not so much answer them as, now that the reader has really taken history in, let them decide:

At this point… is this queerbait?

Because this is when the queerbait yelling began. It’s when every fan with even a moderate platform or site blasted it out there.

It’s when the fandom made DeanCas a big problem.

And it’s also literally the same time Carver left his very first recorded, known direction with a romantic tilt, “The note I got from Jeremy Carver was to play it like a jilted lover, so that’s what we played there,” on LGBT author Bobo berens’ very first episode. Everyone runs circles around that modernly, or goes “SEE??? QUEERBAIT!” without realizing what the FUCK just happened here.

So, SPN went from cancel rating line to their most successful show between 7 and 9. Suddenly corporate sees their successful product *ON FUCKING FIRE* so do you know what happens?

Fuck it this IS one line I’ll break: Corporate panicked. They changed their press packets. If you noticed a bunch of media-adjacent people and their friends suddenly get bitter as FUCK in season 10 after still surviving the S9 mess, here’s fucking why. Because now that everybody spent the last YEAR trying to burn down the product yelling about shit that corporate had been literally blindsided by, they added temporarily a new section to the packet that included sexuality. They were, at that moment, suddenly listed collectively as heterosexual men. SEE, WE AREN’T QUEERBAITING IF WE TELL YOU THEY’RE STRAIGHT *will smith pose*

Congrats fandom, you have now officially made Destiel A Huge Problem™ to the corporate behemoth behind the shiny pictures. The iron curtain dropped. This is what you could call “Protect the Product Mode” if you will.

Now again, at this point: Is it queerbait?

Because at this point, S9-10 was rolling out. We all know it, Cain, Collette, *gestures off into infinity* But let’s fall back to Carver’s statement. 3 years. 8, 9, 10. You know what else happened season 10?

A bunch of shit, including shit Carver *wrote himself for the season 10 finale* got filmed, then cut. Coincidentally, it was all very gay shit. Things that pulled forward the Crowley/Abaddon Cas/Colette Sam/Abel parallels, arguing over who was who’s boyfriend, Rowena mentioning about them both being shattered at the Altar of Winchester (15.3 is calling), the secret admirer dream, I could go on. I mean, this shit literally would have shifted the entire storytelling arc to full-frontal taking that parallel and addressing it right up in your face. First you’ll kill your mistress but you’ll get it done, and then you’ll kill your wife. He’s your boyfriend no he’s YOUR boyfriend. You’ve BOTH been shattered at the Altar of Winchester. Really, this is what you dream about? Your secret admirer Cas?

K? K. K?

Is it queerbait for Carver to have entered with a plan? Is it queerbait for Carver to have been interrupted on that plan despite attempting to pursue it? And is it queerbait for the network to still lock down on that plan so close after the event?

You see why this conversation gets increasingly complex.

S11 rolled around, Carver was half in half out, Dabb was stepping in, big gay heart songs, take what you will out of that entire mess, and by S12 Dabb entirely took over and we started entering the era we are in today.

So let’s address where we’re at today.

Now :) I can’t say anything for sure :) because anybody that’s been to or worked on marketing stuff definitely has an NDA :) but let’s play for a minute. Let’s say with the stone wall up, a set of creators still wanted to actually *go somewhere* with this story.

“But!” remembered the network, “Remember the tire fire?! And all the people that hated the gay?! What about our profit?!”

“No,” a creator might say, “Tides have changed.”

“We’ll see,” a network might say, “Take it to market testing.” At which point, one would enter a few years of polling how the general audience reacts to this.

Now, if they were seeing promising numbers, they might be given a bit of rope. Why, let’s … just pretend. Totally. Totally pretending. That Dabb pitched this idea to take up Carver’s mantle. Let’s say that started S12ish when he took over. Let’s say they ran through hiatus. And then… authors might be given a little bit of a line. “Looks good, but we’re not sure,” said a network quite fond of its split conservative/liberal demographic, “Try it out a bit and see how it goes.”

And so an author room that would be full of LGBT creators fed out good faith groundwork. They might even be like YALL ITS NEVER TOO LAAAAAATE TO START ALL OVER AGAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN and just throw their whole boy howdy cowboy into that shit and get great ratings.

What if even if the results came back positive leaning, the network ho’ed and hummed and stayed noncommital? Might the creators scale it back while still writing it lowkey just in case they got flashed a greenlight? I know I sure would, woudn’t you?! Or I guess would you prefer we drop the whole thing cold and stop writing anything vaguely in the direction?

Difficult question, in reality, isn’t it?

So in this TOTALLY HYPOTHETICAL SITUATION, this leaves the authors holding the bag, waiting for a sign, and being held with limitations. And just in case anybody thinks “BUT AUTHORS CAN DO WHATEVER THEY WANT!! AND!! OTHER SHOWS!!!”

K have we come down to reality yet? So, sure kids, try the gay, we’re interested, but you can’t like, go Full Gay Frontal with it. You gotta imply the gay. Wouldn’t want to offend conservative america! Besides! We’re totally exploiting marketing making this LGBT content for you over here! *jingles a carrot on a stick* LOOK AT HOW MUCH WE’RE FLEECING ADVERTISING PROMOTING ALL THIS GAY STUFF FOR YOU AREN’T THE RAINBOWS GREAT?

Some creator of limited LGBT content: How’s the marketing looking?

Some network: EH! We’ll see!

Some creator of limited LGBT content: K guys we’ll scale it back to not upset them but don’t drop it.maybe we can have them hold hands at the end or if we’re lucky maybe they’ll say we can do the whole thing

Some LGBT creators: K

Making sense still? STILL WITH ME?

So at this point… is this queerbait, or is this business?

Put aside the emotional reaction. Realize this really only hit scale in S9, hit front line S10, and hit potential corporate discussion in this TOTALLY theoretic universe around S11-12. We’re talking 3-4 years. Not 10. And we’re talking only a few of it really being tested.

So again I ask, history minded: Is this queerbait, or is this business?

That’s where the nuance and complication comes in, and let it be said I am in no way defending the CW. I fucking hate the network. They have literally personally screwed over real friends of mine and I hope they choke on a whole bag of dicks with their bullshit, but honestly, the shit I have seen and heard would make people stick their heads in the sand like scared and ashamed ostriches for every time they trumpet “BUT OTHER SHOWS” – you don’t know what’s going on in those shows. You don’t know how they’re getting hardballed on budget decisions, you don’t know what that show’s marketed demographic is about, you don’t know what they demand cast how, you literally don’t have a fucking idea unless you’re up in that disaster zone.

And even IF you’re in that disaster zone, unless you’re truly in the upper echelon, you only know so much.

Now let’s pretend, again, totally metaphorically, and absolutely not inspired by a real person at all, that someone worked with the crew for a while and, because they saw support inside creeping upward siiiiince mmmm gosh we’ll say season 12 since that’s our advent and totally not when anybody specific started working there and telling fandom ladder fans what they thought they saw going on, only to get sad and bitter and angry and eventually leave, and all those friends, still abiding old bitterness from S9~, now get angrier because of somebody else’s burnout on their ITK level and perspective, even if that was *probably* aggravated by other work stress conditions as well, but hey! WHO KNOWS!?!?! :)))) What a weird hypothetical though and I’m getting weirdly super specific on it aren’t I so LET’S MOVE ON.

We’re in S12-13 discussion category now.

So my question is, from this perspective… when do you call queerbait? When not swept up in misguided hysteria… at what point do you say “Yeah, you know what, yup, that’s all queerbait”?

So we’re gonna take a bit of a break here for a second and really process all of that hypothetical world, where a creator pitched going for it, and got it put into market testing, and was given enough rope to hang themselves on if the network changed its mind.

After only a few years of conscious thought on it… do you even think the network is truly consciously misguiding specifically those fans, or do they see it as giving the fans something they want while testing the idea of possibly truly giving it to them?

Because here’s what fandom misses – the corporate perspective. And again, I’m utterly not fucking justifying the CW as a whole, but people look at this from the angle of fans, and then argue what they think is representative dialogue from the angle of fans, often while missing all of this history. All that history up till S9? That’s all very real. But looking at history in perspective… who are you going to blame for that? Is it fair to hold S4-9 to that five year stretch of queerbait when that was… pretty much fandom manufactured from blissful ignorance to begin with? I mean if you want to go yell at Sera Gamble Specifically okay (please don’t) but beyond that like– that shit? Is that anybody’s fault? Do you blame a company for actually shutting DOWN the talk of it on a press angle? Can we call that and S10 queerbait then? Was Carver’s attempt at writing through it queerbait? Was trying to continue the story in S11 after theoretic shutdown queerbait? These are all genuine questions that are not asked enough. Most people don’t even realize they need to be asked.

So back to Totally Theoretic Land, where S12ish market testing would have been going on to see if people really thought it was Gay N Shit. Like a lot of people in an overwhelming majority after the amount of apprehension the straight old dude running the network has ever since the goddamn tornado of horse shit that happened like a year after he took over. Probably not the fondest fucking memory for him either. Probably also why he dismissively called most of that demographic “casual fans”, because in Smug White Guy Brain, “tru” fans would have all known, I guess, exactly the shit I’m telling you in history backtrack so, look at the silly girls wanting the gay shit :) Ahhhh girlllllls

Okay so, my impression of douchebags aside, let’s give it 12-13 hiatus to give the first test rope lead and 13-14 hiatus for the next, only to have at best noncommital and uncertain numbers and authors, theoretically, cautiously pulling back while writing it as generally established and implicit, as if it might, I don’t know, go from BIG GAY DRAMA to DEADASS DOMESTIC all of a sudden despite ITS NEVER TOO LATE TO START ALL OVER AGAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN cuz get it, they started over, after he came in his room and played him. *elbows* You all get it right?

K. So maybe numbers changed. Maybe they don’t. Maybe I’m not comfortable talking in this hypothetical, maybe I don’t have access to this hypothetical AU’s current marketing data as of this year, I just don’t know! We don’t know where those cards fell.

But if, at this point, after 2-3 years of market testing, and leading authors on, and giving them enough rope to hang themselves with to get themselves accused of queerbait just for trying to lay good faith groundwork for a cohesive narrative, because fans don’t care that 2 open closet LGBT authors are on deck or that there’s totally theoretically probably and in no way fingering anyone at least one closeted author on deck, or at least publicly so, their coworkers would probably know. But I mean. That’s just. :) statistics. Right?

K whatever moving on. If at this point they’ve been boggley bounced around… you know, I gotta say. At this point… I might actually call queerbait if the network stonewalls it. At this point, they’ve had a few years to really get their shit together, and if they’ve just used it to play yo yo with LGBT creators trying to make content then yeah, go suck a whole bag of dicks.

The problem being with the lack of nuance in this conversation, you’re right, Dabb and co would catch it rather than the guilty party, which is why I HATE faux activism culture. If you’re going to be an activist pay the fuck attention to what you’re being an activist in, don’t bite the hand that’s feeding you just because it was a PBJ and not filet mignon, go after the bastard 1%’er that’s eating all the goddamn filet mignon. But nobody will. It never works like that. And then everybody wonders why this continues – be it in this show, or on other networks.

But hey. Maybe this theoretic network got enough material to change their mind. Maybe another executive got promoted that might help one of the other creators argue it to corporate with their new shiny title. Maybe they can convince someone. Convince them of what and to what level, who knows. Maybe just continue telling the established story, give them a divorce, mention marriage, divorce, dead wives, breakups every 0.2 seconds while they go through a classically framed dark point in the romance everybody with brains and eyes understands because, again, historic storytelling we literally all recognize, but pretend we don’t when stomping about personal representation lines? Or hey! Maybe it’ll go further. (Don’t hold your breath.) Throw in some other shit that even a straight guy would look at and be like “two dicks one chick that shit’s gay bro” because WE LITERALLY ALL FUCKING KNOW WHAT IT MEANS EVEN IF IT’S IMPLIED BECAUSE THE NETWORK IS A BUNCH OF PUSSIES.

…*stops, breathes*

If you can’t tell this is a very long term topic of frustration to me, because nobody, absolutely nobody, wants to introspect and think, you know, maybe it wasn’t queerbait back then, maybe we SHOULDN’T have set a corporate exec on fire about it, that might have been fucking bad.

There are other ways to be an activist than to scream queerbait into the void at whoever is unfortunate enough to cross your paths. One of the best examples I can remember is Exorcising Emily collecting demographics on fandom, and testimonials from LGBT fans about resonating with the content – no fanfic, no fanart, no attacks – and sent copies of this to several powerful creative names.

Now… if with this history… if, from season 9 to 12… one of those names became a creator. If, by some FLUKE of imagination… he still had that book around… and even gave it to his freshly joined new employees like 2 weeks after they started working there–

oh wait and i oop

The mentions would be much as you expect, antis screaming and demanding her job (QUICK, somebody tell Andrew Dabb that she’s READING ANDREW DABB’S OWN BOOKS THAT HE CHOSE TO KEEP AROUND FOR THREE YEARS).

Has Dabb’s era seemed… more plugged in? More resonant? Better and stronger in its storytelling? More hooked into fandom?

See, that’s what well thought activism can do. Well thought activism can structure an entire movement. Poorly thought rioting thinking itself as activism can cause the literal opposite effect of what it wanted. That is how these things contrast each other. And that is something fandom needs to DEEPLY consider.

…but is it queerbait for him to try to continue the story? Even if, say, we drop the marketing talk, because TOTALLY nobody can ACTUALLY know because AGAIN anyone that DOES would have an NDA so we DEFINITELY can’t say anybody knows anything for sure, because anyone that said jack shit would probably get sued so hard their descendents down in whatever homo superior evolution 1000 years into the future would feel it, so you know. We’ll put aside this totes theoretical shit and ask

…If he just was told no– would you prefer to just drop the storyline entirely at this point?

Again. Genuine question. And difficult. And something poorly thought queerbait screaming can actually cause, too.

So here we are in the land of the final season. Whether you consider it network queerbait or not – again, they can choke on the whole bag of dicks at a network level for all I care for ANY number of reasons, even well beyond the domain of Supernatural, and may all their bacon burn from here into the next life – it’s a lot more complicated than fandom has ever let it on to be, because letting it on to be what it really is, in full perspective, also demands a lot of introspection and acceptance, and we all know nobody in this fandom can ever make a mistake ever and they’re all fucking perfect darlings.

It’s a complicated answer to a simple idea… and unfortunately I don’t think this fandom will ever really sit here. They’ll yell “VICTIM BLAMING” because it’s buzzy, they’ll yell “HIDING YOUR GAYS” which I mean, yeah, but let’s talk about what led us here. They’ll yell a lot of things. But they will rarely quietly think, and study, and hone down to what’s going on in the world out there beyond what they have, at this point, become obsessively hotlocked on.

Supernatural, as of 15.7, has already taken several steps further than it ever is before. No, that’s not a signal of me saying [Your Personal Goalpost] is going to happen. But it’s a sign that if they have a line, they’re testing it with every strength they have.

Going back onto the Fateful Advent: Cain. The mentor– who was never going to stop; I can’t stop samuel; he was never going to stop; I will never stop; Rowena, the mentor, never going to stop, shattered, at the altar of Winchester. Long ago, when Cas was human, Dean sealed him away, and now, he’s doing the same to him. So Shirt Of Bad Decisions Deanmon basically karaokes with his friend like the Crowley days, REPEATING the Crowley dialogue but infinitely harder to dodge, as if some sort of calculated method of cat’s cradle of How To Write The Gay was discussed. Man, whoever wrote that kind of shit would probably even publicly thank whatever big gay mastermind helped them map out THAT level of stuff. Wouldn’t it be funny if most of that shit had been written by a gay dude that’s still around and it’s still popping back up in the show louder and harder to dodge than before? That’d be fuckin’ wild, man. Oh, fucking WAIT.

And this is why I hate the way shipping culture thinks it’s doing activism. Most of the time it’s cosplaying as an activist and at this point it’s become more of a furry convention than it has any kind of organized rights movement. Nobody’s out here fighting for the rights of these LGBT authors this year, nobody’s helping them get a voice, and in fact, often scream at them or bury what voice they’ve had as not enough.

And I want to fix it.

Desperately.

And frankly, I don’t know how anymore.

But what we’re not talking about is some 3-5 year show that came in early and started intentionally fucking at you. We’re looking at happy coincidences, so let’s check with our gay king, the father of Wayward that everybody coincidentally accepted as canon with far less because of a (meaningful) third party line DeanCas had elsewhere but hey it didn’t have antis so suddenly it counts; let’s check with him about that.

That’s my king. That’s my king that wrote the first recorded episode to be intentionally directed as jilted lovers. My king that gav eus Colette. My king that gave us the mixtape. My king that gave us the PR framed breakup. My king that gave us Cas leaving Dean. That’s my King. That’s my gay king who has been fighting his ass off, only to be hung out to dry by a fandom that doesn’t even care to look where or how to scream, or maybe consider that perhaps screaming isn’t the option.

Is he yours yet? Have I broken through to a single soul on this?

That’s my king who wrote about the necessary evils in 2003, before the youngest in this fandom were born and while many were still in diapers or kindergarten; about the unfortunate necessary evils that he loathes and acknowledges about moderate queer content gaining exponential amounts of platform compared to whatever is considered hardline aggressive at the time, about how that incrementalization is what helped our media landscape evolve to this day.

And he isn’t wrong.

And he’s getting roasted for doing just that.

And I really wish I could just psychically make everyone fucking stop.

But I will say one thing.

“It’s network queerbait!” I mean

Yeah

That

Because… realistically? like 99% of modern queer content is queerbait, even stuff with canon queer content.

ESPECIALLY on the CW.

If you’ve noticed CW panicking the last year and trying to slap rainbows and DARE TO DEFY on everything, it’s because their entire fucking ecosystem just got fucked over by CBS wanting 100% merchandising profit like it already took 100% digital profit and Netflix was basically like “miss us with your bullshit” and broke the CW contract which was *HOW PEDOWITZ BANKROLLED MOST OF HIS NETWORK*. Now? Now CW has to carve a niche. So LOOK AT ALL THE FUCKING PRIDE COLORS ON– OUR– STRAIGHT–CHARACTERS??? BUT WE HAVE GAY ONES LIKE LEGENDS OF TOMORROW AND *flips notes* THAT SIDE CHARACTER LESBIAN ON SPN.

*gets a whisper* What they killed her? Shit. Maybe bring her back. AND THERE’S THIS PERSON OVER ON JANE THE VIRGIN oh that just got cancelled uhhh VAMPIRE DI-wait fuck. Well we’ll just make one of the chicks in this shitty charmed reboot CBS just forced down our throat and killed Wayward over, that’ll fix it *jazz hands*

TV is a business. Businesses make money. The entire LGBT battle is basically us industriously proving we can make money. It’s about rights and visibility on our end, but on their end it is *always* about money and I really don’t think anybody really groks what that really means.

So “it’s the network! Queerbait!”

…yeahhhhh.

…welcome to working in television. Now you just have to sit and think about how many other times this has completely missed your radar.

The network will never get a shit about you, they give a shit about your money, and that’s just the reality of capitalist america whether we like it or not. When it’s 2143 and bernie sanders’ floating head in a jar is president and andrew yang’s base income shit is in effect and we’re all a socialist country and the world has figured out how to run high cost businesses like TV on the power of unicorn farts, they might actually give a shit. But they don’t. There may be a few advocates WITHIN the company that do, but as a whole body, the network will never give a shit. They don’t care if you’re black, white, straight, gay, disabled, male, female, beyond what, explicitly, that totals to in dollar signs depending how they feed you, when and where.

So it’s not like... *just* a queer rights issue, it’s an “Anything Trump’s America may consider offensive on their television” issue. It’s businesses weighing who they think pays their bills while making it and beyond that who they think is the safest investment to make the most money.

As a side note: Personally, I’d consider it dumb as fuck to not do it. SPN will taper within a few years down to just trekkie-esque addicts unless they find a way to get a new burst of viewership and boy howdie do I hope so, but how much Pedowitz overvalues the conservative US demographic, or certain international markets, I don’t know. I’m not in his head and I don’t have this year’s marketing numbers beyond basic live, +3 and +7 ratings, and digital calls. And just general nielsen released demo. But how he’s added that all up? Can’t say. And I sure ain’t gonna bank on him not being a dumbass, when he’s famous for it, so don’t go get your hopes up either.

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