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anonymityisfunwriter · 3 months

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The GED

Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Summary - There's more than one way to be smart. Or so you've been told. But how on Earth do you go about proving that you're not (the stupid, illiterate Avenger) dumb?

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"Can you please just listen to me?" Sam begs you. "I'm telling you this is a bad idea."

"Or it's an amazing idea and it'll all be for the better!" you counter, plating the last of your freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

He snatches a cookie from the plate when he thinks you're not watching, "Or you'll make an already strained relationship like ten times worse."

You glare at him, snatching the cookie back and placing it back on the plate, "Or by then end of the day we'll have a new set of friends."

Bucky groans, entering the room just in time to hear your rebuttal to Sam's negativity, "Please, not more friends. I don't like the ones I have as it is."

"See?" Sam wildly gestures to Bucky. "When do we ever agree on anything? It just proves that this is a terrible idea!"

"Hi," Bucky finally greets you, gently pecking your lips. "Missed you. Now, who exactly are we trying to make friends with?"

"The SHIELD agents downstairs," you blithely reply.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow at you, "Why? They hate us."

"That's exactly what I said!" Sam frantically exclaims.

"Have we ever asked ourselves why they hate us?" you muse. "Maybe we need to be a little nicer to them."

"Or maybe it's because they're bitter and jealous that we're better than them," Sam remarks.

"Well, it's definitely not because of Sam's incredible sense of humility," Bucky sarcastically retorts.

"Shut up," Sam snarks. "And we are better. Our stats are better, we get first pick of assignments, our mission times are like a third of theirs, Fury trusts us a hell of a lot more, and we get all the good snacks."

"And that means we can't be friends?" you rhetorically ask. "We work together all the time!"

"Listen, it's not that bad of a deal," Bucky tries to convince you. "They tolerate us. We tolerate them. It's never caused a problem on missions or anything, so who cares? Not everyone in this world is going to like you."

"Who else doesn't like me?" you frantically question, quirking an eyebrow at Bucky.

"Everyone likes you," Bucky assures you.

"Except the people downstairs," Sam teases.

"That's it!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "I'm going down there. I'm just going to bring these cookies down there and talk to them. They're just people, I'm sure they're all really nice!"

"Nice going," Bucky mutters to Sam, elbowing him in the ribs. "Come on, can't we just leave well enough alone? Isn't it enough that the people who actually know you like you? And not to mention, I like you and I don't like anybody."

"Aww.." you coo at Bucky, caressing his cheek. "Nope, too late, I'm committed."

"Why?" Sam groans. "You're never going to get everyone in the world to like you!"

"Oh, yes, I can! I've spend my entire time out in the world cultivating a personality that's impossible not to like just to satisfy my compulsive people pleasing tendencies."

Bucky's eyebrows furrow as a teasing smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, "People really don't see this side of you enough."

Sam nods, "You're a little scary when you think people don't like you."

"Scary or strangely endearing?" you wonder.

"Scary! Definitely scary!"

Bucky sighs to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose, "You're not going to leave this alone, are you?"

You beam at the two of them, scooping up the plate of cookies, "Not even a little bit."

"It's a bad idea!" Sam bellows down the corridor as you walk away from him.

You roll your eyes as you step onto the elevator and tell Friday to take you to the third floor, where the SHIELD agents typically hung out.

It wasn't a bad idea. It was a great idea. What could go wrong with trying to bring people closer together? They were just people. They were people you had to trust with your lives, why not get to know them a little bit more?

As you step off the elevator, you immediately notice that this layout is almost identical to the one upstairs, except without all the extravagant touches of Tony Stark. You amble down the hallway, looking for a sign of anyone. You figure if the layout is the same, their common room will be in the same place as the one upstairs.

You're right, you realize when you start to hear faint voices from where you thought their common room would be. Even all the way down the hall, voices echo off the walls as you make your way closer.

You certainly don't mean to eavesdrop or listen into a conversation that you're not supposed to hear.

No, you definitely don't mean to eavesdrop on your new friends, but the open floor plan does nothing to dampen the sounds of their booming voices.

"Yeah, I leave first thing tomorrow," an unfamiliar voice sighs.

"Who with?" someone else asks.

You don't like the way they spit Bucky's name out in disgust, "Barnes."

"Oh, he's the worst!" the same voice dramatically groans. You silently scoff at the insinuation that Bucky was the worst. "He just sits and stares like he's got nothing better to do."

"Please, I'd take him over his girlfriend any day," a different female scoffs.

You freeze at the mention of yourself. You know you should go. You shouldn't be listening to this. The things they were saying were definitely not nice, but neither was eavesdropping.

"Oh come on, she's not that bad."

You sigh in relief, feeling a little better that someone was defending you. You could go upstairs and tell Sam that he was wrong, not all the SHIELD agents were that bad.

And in the next second, you were proved very, very wrong.

"She's just such an idiot!" Your stomach twists in knots as the same SHIELD agent continues complaining about you. This is what you got for eavesdropping, you tell yourself. They're entitled to their own opinions about you. Better yet, you could change their minds and show them that there was more to you than what meets the eye. You just don't want to believe that people can be this mean, that it's so easy for them to be this casually cruel. They just didn't know you. You were sure that if they did know you all, they wouldn't be saying such awful things. "I don't know what everyone sees in her, but I swear I can see right through that whole Sunshine act."

"I dunno, she acted like that on the last mission I had with her."

"She didn't let up? Not once?"

"Nope! The whole time."

"I'd rather get caught by the bad guys then deal with her for a whole week."

"Who knows, maybe Barnes likes them dumb," the agent giggles. The words feel like a punch to the gut. You want to leave, to turn on your heels and pretend like you never heard a thing, but you're frozen in shock. "Like a Stepford Wife thing."

"If that's true, then they'll be together forever," the same agent, the one going on a mission with Bucky tomorrow, jokes.

"What do you think they even talk about?"

"Who knows?"

"My question is what kind of adult makes it knowing as little as she does?"

"The kind with Fury in their back pocket."

"Exactly! It's the only reason she's even apart of the team. I'd bet anything she's never even picked up a book."

"Can I tell you guys something?" an agent exclaims. "Someone got into a bunch of their files upstairs. And guess what? She can't even read! She's illiterate! An illiterate Avenger!"

Your blood runs cold. Those were private. They held so much intimate information about you and your history and they were using it to make fun of you, make fun of the people that chose to love you.

You weren't sure what was worse, that they were using your past to make fun of you, or that they knew intimate details of your past, they knew the torment you were put through as a child and they still thought it was funny, they still used it as a way to belittle you. As though you had any control over it. As though it was your fault.

It's only then that you realize that tears are staining your cheeks, that you're still standing in the hallway with a plate of cookies as a peace offering for the SHIELD agents making fun of you and your friends.

"Probably doesn't even know what a book is. Maybe her next mission should be a day of kindergarten."

It's mean. It's meaner than they have any right to be, but a lightbulb goes off in your head as you finally regain the ability to leave.

You furiously wiped away your tears, storming down the corridor and back to your side of the Compound. You leave the plate of pastries on the counter for your team mates.

And you made a decision right then and there. You wouldn't cry. You wouldn't try to convince them that you were smart. You would just do better. Be better. You were going to show them that you could be more than the illiterate Avenger.

In that very moment, you decide your very next mission: School.

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burst-of-iridescent · 7 months

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now that i've finished my re-read of the hunger games books, it’s even more baffling to me than before that people compare everlark to kat.aang when they are so incredibly similar to zutara.

a fundamental aspect of everlark’s characterization is that they are star-crossed lovers. and while it's true that that is a gimmick the capitol forces on them, it’s also a reflection of the reality that peeta and katniss were never supposed to fall in love, let alone make it last.

from the very beginning, the odds are stacked against katniss and peeta. their class division keeps them apart in district 12, and in the games you're naturally not expected to do anything but kill your fellow tributes. what peeta does in loudly declaring his love and respect for katniss from the beginning is revolutionary because it goes against everything he's been told his entire life. saying he's in love with her and valuing his life over hers is absolutely radical in a situation that forces you to prioritize yourself and dehumanize your fellow human beings. and this framing of love as resistance is something that repeats itself in zutara's arc, in the catacombs where zuko and katara reach out to one another against everything that tells them to do otherwise, and again in the final agni kai when zuko gives up everything for a girl he had been told was nothing.

they’re love stories because they stem, first and foremost, from love for your fellow human beings — especially in the places where it shouldn’t exist. love for a starving child from a lower class whom you’re supposed to kill. love for a weeping enemy who represents everything you were told to despise. both zutara and everlark are about the importance of unity amidst division, about coming together when the entire world is trying to force you apart. about looking at the person you're supposed to hate and saying no, i refuse, and reaching out in love, in compassion, in empathy instead because you understand that they're not as different from you as you were taught to believe.

and this carries on to the other theme that both ships represent: the need to break the cycle of violence.

one of the main themes that underlies each of these characters’ narratives is how easily (and even justifiably) they could’ve perpetuated the harm that was done to them. peeta, katniss, zuko and katara have all suffered without cause, and it would have been understandable if any of them had let that suffering twist them into vengeance and inflicted it back upon others. it would have been encouraged even, in the societies they live in, for them to unleash their rage upon those seen as deserving of it. to become like zhao or hama or gale or president coin. but what defines each of these characters is that instead of allowing their suffering to overcome them, they choose to help — not harm — others, even the people they would have every reason to hate. that’s why katniss and peeta refuse the chance to hold another hunger games with the capitol’s children, why zuko helps an earth kingdom town, why katara risks the invasion itself to free a fire nation village from tyranny. all of them have been victims of unjust violence and oppression, sometimes even at the hands of other victims, and that’s exactly why they refuse to stand by or be complicit as others suffer the way they did. both everlark and zutara are about looking at the darkest version of yourself, the person you might have been, and refusing to go down that road. to understand that you are more than what your circumstances make you into. to choose kindness over hatred, peace over war.

at their core, both ships exemplify the themes of love and unity and holding onto your humanity against impossible odds. but more importantly, they exemplify hope. the dandelion in the spring. the fire that means rebirth instead of destruction.

choosing to do better, be better, make something better, together.

#zutara #everlark #the hunger games #idc how cheesy it is something about everything always coming back to love just gets me alright

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lets-try-some-writing · 6 months

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How would the first meeting between the Autobots and the humans have gone? With their more alien and most likely more imposing forms (due to their Cybertronian vehicle modes) I assume the government agents / military personnel sent to investigate were rightfully afraid. (Personally I think seeing 15-30 foot robots with optics that pierce through the presumably kicked up dust would be a little scary) Perhaps they would’ve spoken in a mix of Cybertronian and English? Would they have simply stared and watched, like in your Grim Dark Archives AU? I dunno it’s just something I thought would be interesting, but I already sent you a few requests, so feel free to delete this one. (To clarify this is a request for a longer writing post)

I have thought about this probably more than I should have. Writing The Grim Dark Archives gave me ideas for this ask, hence my IMPOSSIBLY slow response. Annnnnnyway, here you go!

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The Autobots had plenty of time to prepare for their inevitable interactions with humanity during their journey. At the time the team consisted of Ratchet, Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee. As such, they were too few in number to go for any real intimidation tactic, not that they would have gone that route anyway. There was no choice but for them to learn to communicate.

But of course, due to the HIGHLY varying methods of human communication across Earth, it was decided that each of the team would specialize in different methods of communication to ensure that at least someone could talk. Ratchet went the technological way and learned how to communicate in human morse code, the various computer coding languages, and digital texting. He hated every single moment of having to figure it all out, but at least he wasn't Bulkhead. Poor Bulkhead was tasked with learning the more physical methods of communication just in case things went south. He spent hours upon hours watching traditional dances and physical activities from around the world meant to express certain intentions. Let it be said that he is not a good dancer.

Bumblebee of course went down the route of non verbal communication for obvious reasons. He learned all the various sign languages available, practiced miming, learned various whistles, and familiarized himself with music in order to create ambiance as needed. Some species worked differently after all. Optimus for his part actually learned the spoken languages of Earth. Being a former archivist made the process far easier than it otherwise would have been, but he still spent a ridiculous amount of time practicing to get it right. With all of this having been done, when the team finally arrived on Earth, they felt they were ready.

They were incredibly wrong in their assumption.

They spent a handful of weeks undercover, but a few too many security cameras ended up getting them caught. Soon enough they were confronted with quite a few armed vehicles surrounding them and what had to be around a hundred soldiers with weapons raised. The team had learned what surrender looked like and so raised their servos up to show they passivity. That action seemed to give the gathered soldiers pause, and not too long later, a speaker was sent before them.

"I am Agent Fowler from the Department of Defense. What are you and what are you doing here?"

"We are Autobots. We come from the stars."

"You are aliens?"

"Affirmative. We arrived in a spaceship."

"A spaceship?"

"Affirmative. We came to find our bullies."

"Your... *wheeze* bullies?"

"Is that the incorrect term? We seek our... brothers?"

"Right, you came here to find someone. What do you plan on doing here while you hunt them down? Are you planning on blowing anything up?"

"Negative. Combustion of native structures and lifeforms is not on our wishlist."

"Wishlist?"

"Affirmative? Is that not how the term is used? I apologize."

"No no its fine. Let's talk this out."

Optimus did his very best to get the point across, but due to the many similar words in the English language, his ability to use words in context was rather limited. It also did not help that he spoke as though every single word was coming from a script, which unknown to Agent Fowler, he absolutely was reading from his translation program. He was disturbing and hilarious to speak to and Agent Fowler had to step aside and laugh more than once before going back over to the bots to continue talking in a secure facility. But this was noticed rather quickly, and so eventually the team swapped tactics. Optimus stood quietly and stared to try and figure out how to adjust his speech patterns while the rest of the team worked in tandem to communicate differently.

Fowler was not pleased when he had to fetch a technician to try and translate what Ratchet was typing up, which largely amounted to very very complex code going into the extreme details of their situation. Ratchet almost flipped a table when the technician gave up two lines of code in. The medic was not at all happy to have to think about learning the native language. At least with code he could fudge it a bit. But if the squishies couldn't even read the most "basic" of code strings, he was doomed. Bulkhead didn't fare much better in his attempts to dance in various American styles to show how the Autobots were trying to be friendly. His moonwalk was the only thing he was able to do right and all it did was leave the entire collection of human personnel laughing themselves half to death. Humiliated, Bulkhead made way for Bumblebee who managed to convey more vital information through sign language. He got across about as much as Optimus did, but finally there was some sort of answer for the humans present.

Then of course, there was the mess that way asking for names.

"The military will decide what we are going to do with you, but for now you all can stay here. Do you have any names to do with your files?"

"Affirmative. Our names are not pronounceable in your language, but they can be translated."

"Well lay it on me."

"This is Bumbling Bee. Or perhaps Honey Bee? Striped insect? I am afraid I do not have a proper translation."

"Bumblebee it is. What's next? Cargo lift?"

"Negative. This is Dividing Wall."

"Dividing... wall."

"I believe that is the most direct translation. A close synonym would be Bulkhead."

"Right... who is the red one then?"

"My companion is named after a tool on our homeworld. I do not believe you have the exact same tool here. The closest object I could find was the tool you call a ratchet."

"So his name is Ratchet?"

"It is close enough. Is "he" the correct referral for us on your world?"

"You look more masculine, so unless you want to be a she-"

"No, your masculine referral is sufficient."

"What is your name then big guy?"

"I am... Best First? I believe that is the most direct translation of my designation."

"Best First? You must have quite the ego."

"I did not choose my designation, it was given upon my rise to my station. However as my designation seems to be offensive, I will attempt an another translation."

"Wait-"

"Optimus Prime is sufficient. That is the designation by which I believe I can be referred to."

"Alright then. This is going to be a headache."

The Autobots were kept in a facility until the military questioned them more and understood their intentions. But there were more than a few miscommunications and both Ratchet and Bulkhead lamented the many hours spent learning what they now knew to be a useless form of communication.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #team prime #optimus prime #ratchet #bumblebee #bulkhead #agent fowler #cybertronian culture #this was just a goofy thing #and I will never not find it funny that Optimus has a name that literally means best first #dude had no choice but to look arrogant

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feral-anthropologist · 2 years

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I’ve been thinking a lot about Frodo Baggins lately and I think that the reason why he’s so hated has to do with ableism.

He is carrying pure, concentrated evil around his neck and is having to constantly fight it. It’s an intense mental and physical battle that leaves him exhausted. Meanwhile he’s also walking all the way across Middle-Earth, dealing with dangers and horrors around every turn, and knows that he can’t truly trust anyone except Sam. He’s been wounded many times and he’s still dealing with that and in the end it takes everything in him to get him to the mountain and then he can’t do it. But he did absolutely everything he could. He did what would’ve been impossible for most others. What’s more, Frodo wasn’t okay in the end. He never really recovered from the Quest. He was sick every year on the anniversary of the Nazgul blade and the bite from Shelob. He had to leave the Shire and Middle-Earth. Frodo gave everything he could and more to the Quest and it broke him.

Sam, on the other hand, is lauded as the hero. And don’t get me wrong here, I absolutely adore Sam. He’s incredible and his relationship with Frodo means so much to me. Sam acted as Frodo’s caretaker, making sure that he ate and drank and doing everything that he could to protect and help him. Where have we heard the narrative before that a disabled person is just whiny and wimpy and lazy and helpless and their caretaker is a hero and a saint for dealing with them?

Frodo isn’t your typical character. He goes through so much and it breaks him and wears him down to the point where he can barely remember the happiest times. The Ring utterly consumes him. And after it’s gone, he can’t go back to the way things were. Sam and Merry and Pippin go on to lead relatively normal lives, though they’re still deeply scarred by what they went through, but Frodo just can’t. And that’s okay and accepted.

#lord of the rings #frodo baggins #sam gamgee #ableism #disability #tolkein #frodo is a disabled character and I love him so much

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kyouka-supremacy · 8 months

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BEAST SSKK content you ask for? The shit pen poet (the same one he keeps sending you these long ass Beast hcs) strikes again: -sskk's relationship vs their personalities paint such a hilarious picture to anyone involved because many read their the cold, monotone stares (they are communicating telepathically) and quiet glares at each other (admiring each other like the Mona Lisa, up and down, up and down--) when in presence of company as dripping with coldness and disdain. The ADA was so fucking shocked when they learn about their relationship not just because they do not "act" like a couple but because they've apparently been together for like. A while. And Akutagawa simply never felt the need to inform them about their mafia in-law(s) and then looked at them like they were stupid for not figuring it out before (he bribed ranpo to keep quiet).

-For the longest time they could not comprehend sskk being in a loving relationship because they just act like they always do. And then one day Oda stumbles upon them being affectionate in private. Do you know they both wear long sleeves so that they can secretly pull up the other's coat sleeve and hold their hand while it stays hidden from view? It's why they always appear to stand impossibly close to each other yet "never touch". This is canon Oda told me so. Oda also is the reason why the ADA has an 8 minute long video of Atsushi peppering Akutagawa's face in kisses as a way of stalling him from going away on a long mission outside of the city by himself (It was working) until someone came to badger aku for taking so long to get ready.

-Akutagawa hates when the others see him be affectionate he hates that shit. Not cause he thinks it's weak or shameful, he just doesn't want to give his coworkers the fucking satisfaction. Always trying to hide it. One time Tanizaki knocked on his door and immediately opened it cause he heard to many noises from his room and the conversation went somewhere along the lines of,

Tanizaki: "What the hell was that noise? Who were you even talking to"

Akutagawa: (threw Atsushi in the closet) "The voices in my head, now GET OUT"

-Atsushi doesn't hide his relationship but none of subordinates have the courage to ask him until they see him with the gloves off and see a wedding band. (When they do meet Akutagawa they're low-key more intimidated by him from appearance alone than their boss.)

(lackey voices) "Youre married?!" (Atsushi voice) "I've been for a while now." "HUH?" "Hirotsu-san read the vows." (Hirotsu voice) "The executives are still incredibly dismayed that you two rejected having a wedding celebration altogether."

-Akutagawa hated the winter cause he remembers the harshness of of the cold and the countless of friends he had woken up to dead besides him, friends he had to dig out through the snow and use his hands to dig at the earth for them to have any kind of loving burial. Atsushi hated the winter because the basement, the cell he was locked up in majority of his life was unbearably damp and cold, and because the tiger under his skin always prevented him from getting sick or fought off injuries, no one ever gave him and his frostbites the luxury of warmth, and his body would be black and blue and stiff at the joints, heart hoping he could hibernate and never wake up again. They both start enjoying the winters when they bury themselves under tons of blankets and curl up into each other--slotting up against each other like perfect puzzle pieces, or like they're finally complete and whole after years of painful emptiness against their side, in their hearts. Atsushi warms Akutagawa's frail fingers with his own, and Akutagawa allows Atsushi to bury his cold, cold nose against his neck with minimal complaint.

-Akutagawa found out that tigers can, in fact, get high off of catnip. Magical tigers due to ability usage also count, especially with the extremely sensitive senses that can smell it from a mile away. Apparently Byakko loves that shit. They still haven't gotten rid of all of the white cat hair around the house. Atsushi will never live it down. The only good thing that comes out of it is catnip spiked coffee because it's much more bearable to do anything away from your favorite person if you're too high as fuck to be anxious.

-The tiger's regenerative and endurance abilities are so funny to me with its implications because I like to think that it translates to Atsushi being unable to get drunk easily. Chuuya forcing him to socialize and celebrate after a mission and he has to drink when he's poured a glass out of respect, but he never gets seems visibly tipsy. Everyone takes it as a challenge. Akutagawa comes to pick him up from the bar (it's always the text for help) and the conversation is always some variation of "How much did you drink?" "1000 shots." "Now I know why the tiger is always mad." "Hn."

-(I need to cut in, that in my world, BEAST Atsushi doesn't leave the port mafia. Is it healthy? No. but neither is the orphanage. Atsushi immediately hallucinated being chained to the medical table when he woke up there I swear he's never gonna get better dawg. Also I cannot leave the black turtleneck, jeans, and doc Martens behind. He still does evil mafioso shit and stays a bit deranged that's what makes his softer side so good and compelling as a lover. I cannot imagine him not needing the mafia's power on his side to help protect the book with Akutagawa as a part of his mentor's last wish. Also he looks too sexy--//is taken out back and shot like a lame horse)

-talking about deranged, Akutagawa says he loves to hear Atsushi talk until he actually opens his mouth. Sometimes it just makes him mad. You know when you feel so comfortable with someone you can't keep the shit to yourself? yeah. It's something like that.

"Your dorm is small and feels claustrophobic, your apartment looks like a jail cell. "

"Shut up."

It reminds me of the orphanage basement."

"Fucking get out of here."

"No."

-I like to think that one of the small acts of love Akutagawa does for others is sew or patch clothes up. He does it for anyone he cares about. Growing up with nothing, he would use Rashomon to mend and alter his clothes. He would sew up the other kid's clothes or make them tiny stuffed toys for entertainment when he could, be it with Rashomon or with some straws and a sharp edge from a metal hanger that he repurposed to act as a makeshift sewing needle. That being said, Akutagawa knows how important the jacket is to Atsushi--a gift to him from Dazai and a sense of safety to him for various reasons (looks back at the winter hc)-- and takes it upon himself to mend it when its in rough shape, or in one case, near completely torn to shreds. The first time he did it, Atsushi cried to him in relief, body bowing into itself, curling up around the jacket held to his chest, until his head was pressed against Akutagawa's lap, quiet "thank you's" mumbled into the fabric of his pants. Now Akutagawa always fixes his coat when Atsushi asks, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem.

-They love kicking the door to the other's work place down they never open it like normal people. Atsushi kicks that shit off its hinges and Akutagawa kicks it open normally but uses Rashomon to tear it off the frame as he walks out.

This was a rollercoaster and probably more out of character than usual but I never claimed to stick to canon unless is suits my own needs. Please enjoy this offering.

Beast Anon far from wanting to being too straightforward but. Will you marry me

All of these are SO so good. Thank you so much. I love you. Your Beast sskk characterization is flawless!!!

I DO agree Beast sskk look perfectly neutral (bordering hostile) towards each other to an outsider. It is true that they… Don't really need words, or kind looks at that, to communicate with each other. Also they're sorta just like that in general, so they're perfect for one another. Tbh, it's years of emotional repression for Atsushi + He's Just Like That™ for Akutagawa. But they ARE perfect for each other I seriously can't stress this!!!! Enough!!!!!! And the fact that they can get each other all the time although their thinking is completely incompressible to everyone outside of them is comforting and endearing (I'm repeating myself here but. It's true. I'm soft for them.). So yeah, nobody at the agency would guess they were dating (or even just friendly frequenting each other)- especially, you know, after the terms they left each other in at the end of canon. Akutagawa of course would never bother correcting them- I can't quite put my finger on why it's like that, but it just feels so terribly right for them to not want others to know they're together? I feel like it has to do – other than both of them being generally highly reserved people – once again with the fact that the connection they share is so intimate and personal and simply theirs, as it is inexplicable and impossible to understand for an outsider (here's the pessimist mindset they kinda share), so they don't bother with explaining, because they already know others wouldn't get it. But it's still very cute. This was written about canon sskk, and although canon sskk and Beast sskk are deeply different, I think it can apply to Beast sskk too. And in addition to all of this, there's also the general phobia of losing someone they love they both share that would have them reticent to make it known to others how much they care for each other, even if it's people as trustworthy as the ada. THAT BEING SAID, Akutagawa IS the kind to taunt the ada for not figuring out once his relationship with Atsushi is unavoidably revealed- “Apologies, I thought this was a detective agency, I had assumed the supposed detectives wouldn't need me to tell them in order to figure it out”. He's just like that. In the end, it's cute, it's a display of trust towards the ada.

Kinda went off the rails here but the point is that yes they have whole conversations telepathically. They'd be like Atsushi: Akutagawa: Atsushi: Akutagawa: You know that's not true Atsushi: [Feigning obliviousness] But I didn't say anything? *big cat eyes* Akutagawa: YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SAID

I LOVE THE HOLDING HANDS UNDER THEIR COATS IN A WAY THAT'S NOT VISIBLE FROM THE OUTSIDE!!!!! FULLY INTEGRETED IN MY BELIEF SYSTEM!!!!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! Talk to me about how they're each other's only comfort in the cruel world ANY time. How each other's presence is the only thing that can keep them standing despite everything. How the only thing that can ground them is knowing the other is by their side. I don't want to be dramatic or anything here but they give each other's existence a reason thank you for listening.

I'm sure the ada have whole gossip sessions during breaks about Akutagawa's love life when he isn't there- after all, he is their weirdest member, which is remarkable on its own. I just KNOW Naomi wouldn't believe he could be dating someone (fair enough I’m with her on this), and as everyone is discussing the matter she ends up convincing Oda to investigate- who doesn't really like the idea, but is also notoriously easy to get dragged along and also is realistically the only ada member with a good chance to not get caught AND the only ada member Akutagawa likely wouldn't slice on sight even in the eventuality he did get caught. That's how they got the aforementioned tape.

I know it's the same for everything you say beloved Anon but. Atsushi peppering Akutafawa's face in kisses to keep him from going on a long mission – because sure as hell the ada's priorities aren't his priorities – is also a big Yes (it was working perfectly until interrupted)

Cue to what I was saying earlier about them wanting to keep their relationship very very private but it counts six times as much for Akutagawa in particular. After all, Atsushi doesn't know the ada, so he really doesn't care about what they think (see: Atsushi weaving, half threateningly, half bashfully, at Kunikida and Tanizaki when climbing to Akutagawa's window). Akutagawa on the other hand would HATE for anyone to enter in his private business and would TOTALLY Rashomon-throw Atsushi in the nearest closet / street / out of sight if anyone he knows was to approach (thank you for the throwing-Atsushi-in-the-closet “talking to the voices in my head now GET OUT” image tho Anon literally have been thinking of it every day for one week)

Idk. I know we talk about Beast sskk being married a lot but… The single fact of Atsushi taking his gloves off and having a wedding band underneath… The way he keeps his love for Akutagawa hidden and safe and protected and always with him… I know that's not what I should be focusing on here but I'm having a moment. (The way I'm struck by each and every word you say Anon for real)

Aaaaaahhh, I can see Akutagawa and Atsushi hating winter. The picture you depicted about Atsushi never being granted the luxury of protection against the cold because his ability would have eventually healed him anyway (although did little to ease the pain) is especially impactful and truly makes you wish for someone by his side who can protect him and keep him safe. They are perfect puzzle pieces!!! The image of them under an hill worth of blankets makes me melt, thank you so much. Domestic Beast sskk and especially Beast sskk sleeping together safe and sound is my favorite thing in the world.

CATNIP EFFECTING ATSUSHI ASLKBVWLVBUAGHVB you /know/ Akutagawa would never let him live it down. But also Atsushi missing Akutagawa every second he spends away from him so true 🥺🥺🥺

Ooooohhh I totally agree Atsushi can't get drunk to his regenerative abilities, I've always thought that too. It's cute how Akutagawa would still come to pick him up. Atsushi would send him “help” text calling out for support and Akutagawa arrives to a bar full of passed out bodies on the floor and Atsushi sitting alone on his chair with an empty glass in his hands a big sad puppy eyes. In the end he only missed Akutagawa.

(Seriously, the separation anxiety is strong with this ship)

I can work with the concept of Beast Atsushi staying in the pm!! In the end the pm is one greatly charming organization in bsd, it makes me kinda sad to let it go in Beast (I have my whole theory about pm boss Beast Higuchi and the Beast renaissance but that's for another time). I also genuinely think that the Atsushi / Chuuya interactions in the pm would be wonderful. And Atsushi absolutely needs to keep his cool outfit.

YEAH. OMG I KNOW THE FEELING OF FINDING THAT PERSON AND FEELING LIKE YOU'RE COMFORTABLE WITH SOMEONE ELSE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE AND BEING PERFECTLY UNABLE TO SHUT UP SO WELL. Man Beast sskk were already traumadumping five minutes in meeting each other, tbh it's not hard to believe Akutagawa is going to know Atsushi's mind like the back of his hand. A LOT of late knight conversations and “It makes me think of…” “Go to sleep.” “You can try to push me down the bed if you want” “No. You're warm.” But in the end Akutagawa always gives in (╥﹏╥) After spending all his life repressing pretty much everything about himself, I guess it'd be kinda exhilarating for Atsushi to have finally found someone he can just talk with, no overthinking- the words would really get flowing.

I DO SUBSCRIBE THE AKUTAGAWA-CAN-SEW BELIEF!!!!! LIKE!!!!!!!!! WHOLEHEARTDLY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Akutgawa sewing is canon to me. And he totally mends everything Atsushi rips off of course, that's what they are (╥﹏╥) For real this is hitting me so hard. Because clothes are such an important side of sskk's relationship, and when Akutagawa patches Atsushi's coat, he's sewing a part of himself in it. That's their coat now, and that's the coat that embodies their love. Beast sskk is insane

Hell yeah kicking doors off + sskk being identical and the same even in the smallest things

Not to be dramatic or anything but Anon you're rewriting a whole bsd Beast universe continuation here and I’m more invested in your monthly asks than any other of the official bsd serializations

#(Anon do you know that this ask got deleted for like six hours and those were the worst six hours of my entire life)#atsushi nakajima #ryūnosuke akutagawa #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd beast #people asks me stuff #beast anon #Did you know that a single text block can contain a maximum of 4096 characters. You'll never guess how I found out

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i-am-the-oyster · 3 months

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Curious to know your opinion on the ‘Paul is dead’ theory. I’ve personally always hated it cause I can never tell if people genuinely believe it or if it’s just kind of a ongoing joke at this point. I will say though that some of the “evidence” and theories make some sense.

Oh thank you for this question nonny!

PID is *fascinating* to me, because it is so insane. Conspiracy-thinking seems to be part of the human condition. I think there's a natural urge to investigate, and piece together evidence. But some theories are more plausible than others and PID is just so incredibly implausible. Why does anyone take it seriously? (Some people seem to get really upset about it!)

Sometimes you get conspiracy-thinking around otherwise reasonable ideas (like mclennon). Where there's enough evidence that you can make an argument in favour of it, and it's not that far-fetched, but there's secrecy involved so drawing conclusions requires a bit of digging. This can lead people down some silly avenues of thought.

But often they start as a joke (like flat earth), and then some people ended up really believing. PID is in the latter category. You can trace the origins back to a joke article in a college paper. A lot of the so-called evidence is just made up (like imaginary funeral traditions from far-off lands).

Here are a few questions I have:

Why?

Who benefits from replacing a singer-songwriter with such an exact replica? Why not admit Paul had died (sometime in the last 50 years)? Bands replace members, that's a normal thing to happen. Why would the Queen get involved?

When?

When did they find such a believable replacement, train him to play and sing like James Paul McCartney, do beyond-world-class surgery on him?

How?

If someone has developed plastic surgery that effective, would they use that technology to change the world, or would they help replace one (1) singer-songwriter? How can you train a person to so effectively mimic someone with so many unique features?

Who?

How many people are involved in this thing? All of Billy's family, all of James Paul McCartney's (sizeable) family, the Queen. How could it possibly be kept under wraps?

(I really wanted a 'where' but I just couldn't think of one. Dammit.)

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The photos with 'proof' are so funny to me, because it's so hard to make accurate measurements based on photos (even if you know the exact lighting and settings on the camera). And they never seem to take into account that a face changes as a person ages, cartilage continues to grow, and men's jaws often keep filling out. Skin loosens. And rockstars have plastic surgery (of the real, actually available, kind).

Of all the people to claim was replaced, they pick someone with such a magical mix of asymmetry and prettiness and androgyny. There's no one like him!

I'm intrigued what 'evidence' you've seen that makes sense to you nonny! Please send a followup ask with more details.

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postnote: My favourite posts about PID are for some reason proving impossible to find, if anyone has them please send a link! (Is it a conspiracy? *Gasp*).

Mothman - some genius noticed that Mothman's first appearance was days after Paul's supposed death, could Paul have faked his own death to become a cryptid, only to have his friends double-fake it?

Twink death - I had never heard of twink death until someone posted along the lines of "the first time the world was exposed to twink death on a large scale, the only way they could process it was by concluding he actually died".

Oh, and I also recommend the short film Paul Is Dead. It's very strange, and very funny.

#thanks for the ask nonny!#ask #pid

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"Plus, her using her Crest enhanced strength for everyday labor is really great! It really lets her get a feel for just how helpful a power like that would be for commoners, while also letting her help the little guy out directly."

This reader's comment is so weird? I don't know to explain it. It looks like someone who would say, "Yeah you know capitalism isn't that bad because money isn't bad and poor people also need money." Like it just misses the point?

How on earth did this person's fics get so popular anyway. I've seen the horror of that TVTropes page. Even if Edelgard is wrong, she doesn't deserve such misogynistic treatment.

Yeah, it's... seriously, it's fucking naive. "See, Crests are good because the super strength they grant would make for great laborers!"

Yeah, except the problem is nobody who has a Crest, with very few exceptions, is part of the working class. The people who have Crests are the nobility who don't actually put the superpowers their Crests grant to any use and just lord over people. The only Crested families we see using their Crest for war before the game begins are Bergliez, Goneril, Fraldarius, Blaiddyd, and Gautier.

Another popular hit is Dimitri's assertion that Faerghus requires the power of Crests and Relics to defend their borders, but Three Houses itself doesn't demonstrate single Crest individuals as being capable of turning the tides of battle alone. And then you have Holst, who holds the line against the Almyrans despite being Crestless, and he does it by being a natural commander and warrior who his soldiers trust and will fight and die for.

Hell, Dimitri himself gets taken down by mooks in Verdant Wind after he charges in alone and collapses due to exhaustion. It's why I seriously hate how far Three Hopes went with the Dimitri power fantasy in Azure Gleam, with all the ridiculous shit he does like him tanking a barrage of dark spells (magic being one of Dimitri's weak points...) without flinching, or Blaiddyds being noted as impossible to keep imprisoned because they'd just bust their cells open. Azure Gleam in general felt like it was written by a completely different team from the rest of the game and also Three Houses, but wow, way to completely miss the point.

How on earth did this person's fics get so popular anyway. I've seen the horror of that TVTropes page. Even if Edelgard is wrong, she doesn't deserve such misogynistic treatment.

Her work was one of the first big fics on Ao3 as far as I can tell, and she genuinely did put a lot of work and passion into it, props for that. Ao3 also has an incredibly strong lean toward mlm stories from what I've been able to tell, and Dimitri and Claude teamup fanfiction just has a lot of obvious appeal to it.

She jump aboard early, had a popular hook, and she worked hard on her fic. It's just a bunch of good decisions that coalesced.

Unfortunately, this led to the tv tropes page for her work being written purely by her fans, so it's still pretty strongly biased to agree with her intentions for her fanfic. I'm kinda trying to add a counter-arguing viewpoint as I go and when I see appropriate examples. I'm honestly a bit surprised there's been no attempt to edit wars over my changes yet.

#fire emblem three houses #edelgard discourse #edelgard positive #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fire emblem three hopes #holst sigiswald goneril #reynaattheend

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Xerosic’s ‘choose the button’ moment was easily one of the most monumentally worst moments on Serena’s journey, nearly comparable to the Flare HQ/Geosenge incident. There was an impossible level of pressure on her to choose, and to choose right, lest her incorrect choice damn the entire world’s population- both pokemon and human. In that instance, it really had felt like the weight of the earth rest upon her shoulders, making her feel like she was having a very intense panic attack. As much as she hated it, she was even crying in front of the Flare Admin, unable to keep all of the emotions contained.

Serena ended up picking the red button to press, having to press it herself, and Xerosic laughed in her face over her choice, revealing that she had picked wrong. The feeling of hearing those words was indescribable. Never had she felt such a deep, gnashing void in her stomach. It felt as if someone submerged her in the coldest substance known to man, knocking the wind out of her and making it hard to breathe. She couldn’t even stand, collapsing to her knees on the floor. Even after he revealed that her choice - correct or not - didn’t matter, it didn’t help her feel any better at all.

The scene unfolding on the screen, the scene of Geosenge getting absolutely decimated and torn apart by the emerging weapon only made the pit within her deepen. The people in the homes that were blown away by the Ultimate Weapon were likely killed, and those in the line of debris were also killed or severely hurt, the sheer level of destruction and death wrought on the small town was deeply disturbing. Yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the monitor even though she desperately wanted to. All while Xerosic laughed and bragged about how their ‘beautiful world’ would become a reality, about how it was a victory for science.

Serena did manage to pull herself up, feeling anger now swirl in her with his bragging and gloating, among many, many other feelings. In the heat of the moment, Serena hit Xerosic in the face, hard enough to make his glasses fly off, before stumbling out of the room in a stupor. She didn’t make it very far before she became physically ill, and even after voiding everything in her stomach, she couldn’t stop heaving despite there being nothing left. The only thing that pulled her out of it was the sheer and utter agony that scorched through her veins with Yveltal and his power now being drained by the weapon itself, the following unreality/emotional distress she experienced with her bonded deity, and the overwhelming, mind-numbing need to get to Geosenge.

Even now, Serena struggles to make certain choices, even ones that seem simple in nature. It’s not as bad if it’s a choice like what shirt she wants to wear, but if it’s someone else waiting on her to make a decision or choice, she will feel incredibly pressured, even worse if the person seems like they’re getting impatient or annoyed with how long she’s taking. The simplest of decisions can make her feel like she’s underwater at the end of a long hallway with a single door, and she just can’t get to it no matter how hard she tries. It’s a suffocating and overwhelming feeling that can, will, and has made her break down (yes, even in public, much to her embarrassment later on). ‘One or the other’ decisions are the literal bane of her existence, even if there’s no wrong answer or wrong choice.

Other choices that aren’t picking between two physical objects aren’t as difficult, such as picking a course of action to take. Serena is very impulsive when it comes to choices like that, generally following what her gut tells her to do in that split second without thinking much or dwelling on the consequences afterwards.

#🌹 headcanon.#emetophobia tw #death tw #violence tw #still moving over important hcs to this blog and this one 🥹 ouuuu #you should have seen her in hoenn when she got to pick a starter. that. was a Moment.

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martianbugsbunny · 2 years

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.68--Episodes 7-8

I have watched through S7E8; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—Just when I thought I couldn’t love Hook any more, he stayed in a tower alone to raise his daughter that he didn’t expect to have. He’s just the best!

—Regina’s cold-shoulder plaid shirt has got me reeling. And that wavy hair? She is absolutely heaven on earth.

—I think Alice needs one of those shirts with the Sappho quote on it about being unable to weave bc ✨pretty girl✨ She just kinda ran headlong into disaster lesbian territory.

—Hook’s poisoned heart (I guess I missed the fine print on that when they explained it a little while ago, because I was a bit confused) keeping him and Alice apart is incredibly sad. I’m having trouble remembering when his heart was supposed to have been cursed, but obviously it wasn’t for a while, because he had to be able to raise Alice.

—That thing where the lockets started glowing for Ella and Henry was awesome. Although…I still don’t like Ella very much? I think she’s the closest this show has come to girlboss *derogatory* territory, and I hate that kind of character. No thanks.

—That being said, she has shown a little bit of emotion in episode 8, so I choose to think she’ll get better. I would say she just needs to have her walls come down, but Emma didn’t girlboss all over the place when she first showed up, and she had like sixty-foot-high cement walls with barbed wire and bear traps, so that’s not an excuse.

—Gothel still doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. And while she doesn’t really need to, and all I need her for story-wise is being a generic magic user, I’ve come to expect more from this show, so I’m guessing she’ll probably get some backstory later. At least something to explain why Regina’s wigging about her being free.

—I also don’t get why a plant is supposed to bring Anastasia back.

—I’d like to know what Rumple’s up to. If he’s going to be an ass to Regina *still affectionate* *not loving him has become an impossibility* then I’d like to have some confidence that he has a good reason.

—Because holy cow, my love for Regina has existed for several seasons, but today it hit me like a six-ton truck. I might have her name carved on my heart only below Rumple’s, when it comes to OUAT. She’s a great mix of incredibly storytelling, a redemption arc to die for (you just know I’m a sucker for one of those), amazing fashion sense, enchanting personality, and gorgeous looks. Wow.

—It was fun to see Hook in full pirate mode again. That red vest is the best.

—When Gothel was pretending to be Rapunzel, that dress was sooooo pretty.

—Hook setting up a weekly chess game with Alice is my new favorite. He has no clue, and he’s still reaching out to her.

—Squeeeeee White Knight!!😍

—Actually, the Wonderland references in episode 8 were excellent. The Walrus restaurant with the oysters? Well, first of all, it proved to me that oysters are beyond disgusting and that trying to swallow one would probably make me sick, but that was a delightful reference. Bonus points for being something that isn’t as obvious as the Cheshire Cat or the Queen of Hearts.

—Also, I cannot believe I finally got to see a tea party in Wonderland! Kind of a depressing, sad little tea party, but I’ll take what I can get.

—Alice’s Wonderland clothes were gorgeous. That red skirt is to die for.

—How old is she supposed to be? The timelines in this season are messing with my brain, and given how old this Hook was when we first met him I’m guessing she’s a young adult, but I can’t figure it out with logic and it bothers me. Based on her appearance, I’d say she’s in her early twenties, but I’ve never been that good at puzzling out people’s ages based on their looks.

—Regina and Henry having a roadtrip to San Fransisco is fun. Although I’m terrified that the person who hates her in San Fransisco is Zelena, because I know Zelena appears later in the season (nothing more, though) and after everything they’ve been through it would destroy me to see them not getting along again.

—But then again, there are probably still a lot of people who hate Regina, so maybe it’s not her. Besides, as far as I know Zelena wasn’t around to get cursed.

—It bothers me how much of this season takes place in a bar. They’re tryna get the Granny’s vibe back, but could they not have found any better eatery than a bar? The amount of drinking most of the characters have done in this season is bonkers compared to the other six seasons. Maybe Regina should’ve had a bakery or something.

—I am ashamed of myself for not getting the Star Wars reference. Smh.

—It amuses me that the song Henry was listening to in episode 8 was called “Bizarre Love Triangle” because I am getting some kinda vibes between him, Ella, and what’s-his-face collectively.

—I love the bracelet Rumple’s been wearing lately. It’s hard to see because he’s usually wearing a jacket, but it’s cute and I would love to get a clearer shot of it.

#once upon a time #ouat #Captain Hook #Alice #Alice jones #rumplestiltskin #regina mills #wonderland #tea party #Henry mills-swan #gothel #cinderella #martianbugsbunny reviews

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OHO I SEE U THERE turnabout's fair play bestie and I have questions for Marwyd I'm very curious about too!!! 💐🌲🌵☀️🌈

@mystery-salad

a HEEM HEEM. whimper. thank u for throwing me some questions.... i can already tell some will be hard to answer but thats GOOD.

💐- Where is this oc’s favorite place to relax?

ok so cool marwyd fact. he refuses to sleep in cots or sleeping bags. he exclusively sleeps in hammocks. this is mostly due to being raised in elona and being vigiliant about keeping dangerous bugs out of his bedding. however this vigilance turned into absolute preference as he aged. now he hates any other type of bed.

however to say he has a particular 'place' wouldnt be true. he's so wild and travels so much that the idea of picking one place is unheard of.

so i think his fav thing to do is to set up a hammock lakeside or just waterside in general, hop in, and listen. he loves listening to birds and playfully mimicking their calls with whistles (some he can get SCARY accurate). bonus points if the waterside venue is an oasis. those are probably the alltime fav. otherwise, any waterside venue is a win!

🌲- What is this oc’s greatest strength and weakness?

greatest strength; utter bullheaded and overconfidence. if not, maybe the fact that half the shit he does is driven by pure rage or spite alone. if it isnt personal to him, it'll be personal or unjust to someone else, and its just enough to piss him off and do something.

he's SOOOOO bullheaded that even if told impossible, he will by the gods themselves, make SOMEHOW possible. this is half the reason i think he became an engineer LOL. dude found a mechanical bit and bob in elonia and said "uhhhh no you're not confusing me that easily you little bitch???"

greatest weakness; i would be generic and say that his strength is also his weakness, but no. i won't. i'll say its his lack of self forgiveness and his constant need to prove himself.

if he's messed up or just made a mistake he takes it VERY hard on himself. never externally, mind you, but very internally. it just makes him work harder as to 'prove himself'. i think it drives him to be as much as a workoholic as he is. he's always trying to prove his worth to himself after all the little mistakes.

🌵- How does this oc feel about physical affection?

NOT HAPPENING!!! NOPE!!! it is incredibly rare for marwyd to have any sort of touch that doesnt hurt. he's haphephobic in all regards, to the point that i think his brain responds to nice touch as a burning pain. its just what happens when all the touch you've ever really recieved is weapons or fists trying to hurt you again and again. its half the reason he's always dressed down with no skin showing except his face

i don't think the man has ever had a hug yet. which is fucked up and sad now that i think on it. i think the most affection he ever had was some secretive hand holding with trahearne.

☀️- Does this oc make good or bad first impressions?

i think he does alright, but its very situational. if marwyd has heard bad things about you, he's gonna be mean and rude. marwyd WANTS you to fuck around and find out. pull up on him. he DARES you.

otherwise if the air is neutral or nice he behaves nicely. a tip of the hat and a greeting, but he doesn't do much more of he has to.

if its formal and diplomatic??? hell world. he doesnt know how to be formal for the life of him. he can't be proper. diplomacy isnt his best subject as most of the time the sort of dance that is expected socially is completely lost on him. he'll tell you how it is and you can accept it or not!!! its really easy dude!!!! whats this stupid social game we're playing??!?!?

🌈- What does this oc like and dislike about themselves?

marwyd loves his ability to pull off his aesthetic. the hat. the gold tooth. the outfit. those CLINKY BOOTS!! his tree put him on this earth to be this guy. he's so confident about it. he actually thinks he always looks handsome in his outfit, which is a strange compliment considering he never gives himself a break otherwise!!!

he hates that he's queer. its his biggest percieved 'flaw'. he beats himself up over it so much, but theres no one really LIKE him. no one thats been in his circumstances or likes what he likes. so he feels like he's some odd entity that will be punished by others, if not fate, for trying to be this person that he wants to be.

he's never felt comfy with the idea of entire masculinity when it comes to his expression, and his attraction to masculine people on top of that just throws a whole can of worms into the proverbial gears. he confides in no one about this and tries to continue living, but it hurts him so much nearly on the daily. he will do anything to appear as normal as possible to keep himself and his friends safe, just in case.

#that last one made me sad :(#holds marwyd very nicey #marwyd #THANK U AGAIN FOR THE ASK!!!!!

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astrailblazing · 9 days

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Sudihara Saikou

BASICS

Name; Sudihara Saikou (note; Sudihara is the surname) Species; Human (Japanese) Age; 32 Gender; Male, he/him Sexuality; Bisexual Callsign/Alias; "Sakura" Rank; Lieutenant Ship; The Yamato (In the Captain AU, that takes place after the original series/2199, he's captain of a small freighter/survey ship called the Kisaragi.)

APPEARANCE

Physical Basics; Lightly tanned skin, dark brown eyes, and chocolate brown hair worn in a low ponytail. His hair is perpetually a mess from the time he spends either in a helmet or working on his ships. Generally fairly lean, but not for lack of strength; he's got a parkourist's build. His left leg was amputated above the knee, so he wears a prosthetic. Tattoos/Scars; In terms of distinct scars, he has some pretty intense burn scarring all on his left side, prominently on his left leg and arm but it goes all the way up his neck and stops just below his ear. He got it- and lost his leg- in a really nasty plane crash back on Earth. As for tattoos, he only has one; a sakura bloom on the back of his right hand, in memory of his sister, who was killed in the first bombardment of planet bombs. Posture; For the most part, he maintains a strict military posture, but if he feels like nobody's paying attention or he's off the clock, he has a tendency to lounge. He also tends to put his weight on his right leg, due to his prosthetic.

ATTITUDE

Personality; He likes to face the world with a cool head and a polite smile, even for his enemies. He's not particularly friendly, exactly, but he treats everyone with courtesy and dignity. Though he's calm and level-headed, he's also stubborn to a fault, refusing to give in or back down even against impossible odds. It's the only reason he wasn't chosen to command Yamato's Black Tiger Squadron, because his flying is otherwise impeccable. He's loyal beyond belief, and he'll stick by someone even if they prove not to have his best interests in mind. Likes; He has an endless fascination with the mythology of stars. He loves flying- anything; space fighters, large ships like the Yamato, even slow, sluggish cargo freighters. He just loves being in that pilot's chair. He also adores gardening, though he doesn't get to do much of that these days. Dislikes; He has a debilitating fear of fire. Not, like, lasers or anything; specifically fire. If he sees it too close to him, he freezes up. He hates it for this reason. He also really doesn't like the feeling of rock on his skin. Strengths; Even in the most perilous or panic-inducing situations, he's very good at keeping a cool head. He's good at not getting bogged down in 'what-ifs', just seeing what to do and doing it. He's also incredibly compassionate, refusing to leave anyone behind. Additionally, he's quite a mechanic, so he's good at figuring out solutions to technological problems on the fly. ... pun not intended. Weaknesses; As mentioned, his fear of fire will cause him to freeze up, and his stubborn streak and intense loyalty can get him into trouble. His compassion can also cause him some grief, because he'll always, always walk right into the trap if he thinks he can help someone by doing it. Motivations; Without any family left back home, his primary motivations now are to protect Earth for his friends on the Yamato and their families. Personal motivation wise, he wants to become a Captain, because that's what his father was and he wants to follow his father's footsteps.

KIT

Dress; He wears the black-and-gold uniform of Yamato's pilot division, though in casual settings he prefers loose clothes that don't restrict him too much, like tank tops and shorts. In the Captain AU, he just wears his Captain's coat on top of his old uniform. Weapons/Tools; Aside from the regulation-issue energy pistol he wears on his belt, at his hip, he carries a smaller, hidden pistol in one boot, and a knife in the other one. He carries a small mechanic's toolkit on his belt, too, and has a number of lockpicks hidden on his prosthetic. Skills; Aside from piloting, mechanics, and stellar cartography, he's skilled at a number of less-than-legal things too, like lockpicking, forgery, and pickpocketing. He's awful at hand-to-hand fighting, barely passing the required course to join Yamato's crew, but he's very skilled at parkour. (You would think this would make him prefer 'flight' over 'fight', but no... he is, after all, a stubborn bastard.)

BACKSTORY

Sudihara's journey starts as a street kid on Earth, which is where he picked up his illegal talents. (It does not start here. It starts with a loving family and a beautiful little house in Japan, with a mother who died giving birth to a little sister who was the sweetest little girl in the whole world, and a father who was doing his best. Sudihara does not talk about this, because they are all gone now.)

In order to get off the streets, he joined the Navy. He bounced around a lot before he ended up showing a talent for flying, where he fell in love with being a pilot. Not even the crash that took his leg could dim his enthusiasm, and that's where he's been ever since, up until the infamous mission of the Star Force. He volunteered immediately, having nothing left to hold him back and itching to do something to stop the suffering he saw growing up.

Now, he's one of the best pilots in the Black Tiger Squadron, determined to help Yamato on her quest to Iscandar.

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#bios #sudihara saikou : no fire can clip the wings of a phoenix

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all odd numbers, go

1. selfie

That’ll be its own post

3. do you miss anyone?

Old friends. On occasion.

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?

My sisters and my closest friends. My best friends I’ve had since I was like 5

7. what was your life like last year?

The same but colder. It was fucking freezing in Cali last year.

9. who did you last see in person?

My sisters. I picked em up from school today.

11. are you listening to music right now?

Childish Gambino’s new album

13. how do you feel right now?

Kinda hungry. Kinda horny.

15. personality description

I’m calm, funny, warm, and caring. I’d put someone else’s needs before my own a thousand times.

17. opinion on insecurities.

Everyone is of course entitled to have them. I hope that everyone with an insecurity works on it. Bit by bit. You should never feel ashamed to be the way the are or look the way you look.

19. have you ever been to New York?

No. I’m a west coast man.

21. age and birthday?

April 27. Just passed recently actually

23. fear(s)

Heights. Only thing in my life I’m uneasy around. Came from a childhood trauma but I’m better about it these days

25. role model

My grandfather. Best man I knew. I love each day trying to be as good as he was. Hopefully better.

27. things i hate

Bullies. Arrogance. Entitlement. Capitalism. Pickles. You’ll call me an old man for this but TikTok. I think social media is inherently harmful for teenagers but TikTok trends actually have hurt and killed people. Kids should be safe. Always.

29. favourite film(s)

I’m a big movie guy so that’s a long list. Just assume that if you have a favorite movie I’ve also seen it and love it. Godzilla minus one? Incredible. Tarantino movies? Love em but I know there’s problems with a few of em. Horror movies? The genre of horror is so good and survivor girls are my favorite. The big short? Baby Driver? Barbie? Spider-Verse? Too many to think of

31. 3 random facts

About me or in general? Uuuh…I know Japanese, Spanish and English. I’ve met Emma Stone (briefly) cause they filmed part of the amazing spider-man 2 at my high school over the summer and I was there one day to turn in something or other. I’m a virgin.

33. something you want to learn

Archery. Looks fun

35. favourite subject

In school? English. I’ve never had anything lower than an A in English. My ability to retain written information is top notch.

37. favourite actor/actress

Keanu Reeves. He’s really down to earth and kind despite his overwhelming popularity. I like humility.

39. favourite sport(s)

I’m not a sports guy.

41. relationship status

Single cause intimacy scares me

43. favourite song ever

That’s impossible to answer. Music fits your mood and moods change constantly

45. how you found out about your idol

My what?

47. turn ons

Brutal honesty. Short hair. Intelligence. Mettle. Wit.

49. where i want to be right now

A nice little beach area just south of Santa Barbara. Either with family or friends or a significant other if I ever got one of those

51. starsign

Taurus?

53. 5 things that make me happy

Friends, food, travel, family and video games

55. tumblr friends

I’ve made several. Many were lost in the purge. Myself included. They’re cute dorky horny types.

57. favourite animal(s)

Dogs. They’ve all liked me and I them. Never met an animal that was hostile towards me. I make peace with most creatures very quickly

59. why i joined tumblr

I was in high school and found out you could post porn on it and post about nerdy stuff. Plus no one I knew irl followed me so I ran rampant. Met lots of other nerdy horny people. Freaks and geeks

Thanks for asking 💜

#this took a minute #asked and answered

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BTS DRABBLE-Jungkook

Enemies to Lovers. It's cliche right? You'd think so, until it happens to you. Then, suddenly, it doesn't seem quite so black and white anymore.

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, BTS x you, BTS x reader, Jeon Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook x you, Jungkook x reader, Enemies to Lovers

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Title: 10 Things I Hate About You

Have you ever hated someone so much that you want to die?

Have you ever had a lifelong enemy, an enemy so strong that when you think of them, it makes you want to puke and simultaneously jump out a window?

Someone who just rubs you the wrong way, pisses you off, makes you want to scream and pull your hair out.

Okay, so maybe you're being a little dramatic.

But you're not lying when you say the mere mention of his name-his stupid, ugly name-makes you want to scratch your skin off from the inside out.

Because there is no one-absolutely not one person on the planet earth-that you hate more than-

"Jeon Jungkook."

You glower down at the paper in front of you, tapping your pen end over end in a furious manner, forcing yourself not to look up as said bane of your existence brushes past the table where you sit toward the front of the classroom.

He smells good.

You instantly banish the traitorous thought from your mind with an audible hiss from between clenched teeth, and your knuckles turn so white on your pen that you're afraid you're going to snap it in two.

"Let's all give a hand for Jungkook. His thesis won the literary contest last week and is moving on to state levels of judging." The professor is saying, and when you glance up, you're incensed to see her hand on Jungkook's back, a smile beaming on her face, as she tells the class of his triumphs.

The rest of the class starts clapping, and it takes everything in your willpower not to get up then and there and leave the room.

You're in college for shit's sake. Didn't you leave this kind of participation award show back in elementary school?

Jungkook grins and waves, and you swear you hear every girl in the class audibly swoon under his doe eyed gaze.

Fake-ass narcissist.

Thankfully, before he can fully charm them all-and make you puke in the process-the bell rings, and class is dismissed.

You don't spare a glance back after stuffing your supplies into your backpack, hightailing it out of the classroom like there's a fire in your tracks.

Dammit. Out of all the master classes you could've taken. You get stuck with the one that has Jeon Jungkook in it.

"(Y/N)!"

You hear him call your name, but you don't stop, stalking forward across the bustling university main square, worn tennis shoes slapping the pavement, heavy backpack thumping against your back with every step.

He catches up to you easily.

Damn those long legs.

"Hey, you didn't clap for me in class today." He's not even breathless, and somehow, that just incenses you further.

"Yeah, because I don't give a shit." You snap back, eyes straight ahead, forcing yourself not to even spare him a sideways glance.

You know what you'll see.

Long tangled curls hanging over his forehead-messily perfect-tan, bronze skin that looks like how the ocean feels, wide doe eyes that you could get lost in, incredibly full, impossibly soft looking lips that you just want to touch-

Nope.

"Ouch. That hurts me." Jungkook jokes, still keeping in stride beside you. "I'd thought you'd care that I'm literally beating you at your own master's degree."

"You're not beating me." You get out between gritted teeth, swinging open the door to the common area of the dorms so hard that you're surprised it doesn't pull off its hinges. "You can't beat someone at a master's."

"Really?" Jungkook muses, and you swear, you're going to explode if he doesn't walk away from you soon.

You're still forcing yourself not to look at him, and a headache is mounting behind your eyes because of it.

His voice is smug and you can almost see the stupid smirk on his stupid face. "Because it sure looks like that's what I'm doing."

You stop in front of the door to the girl's dorm, and finally turning to glare at him, you widen your eyes comically and forge your fingers into the sign of a cross, shoving them into his chest. "Get thee hence, Satan."

Jungkook laughs, and if he were anyone else, the sound would be pleasant, but he's not, he's Jeon Jungkook, your worst enemy, and so instead of giving him one more second of your time, you turn and enter the dorm, slamming the door in his face.

*****

It all started with the stupid third grade spelling bee.

You and Jungkook had made it to the last round, neck and neck, head to head, and though all the parents and teachers told you it wasn't a competition-the hell it wasn't-it definitely was.

And both of you felt it-egged on by overly invested, strict parents and a sense of moral obligation-and all you knew was that you absolutely had to beat Jeon Jungkook or you would die.

So right before the final stage, you had exited the auditorium, butterflies in your stomach, and gone to get a drink of water to calm your nerves or some dumb shit.

And that's when you had seen him.

Jeon Jungkook. Standing at the end of the long empty hallway.

His head was bowed, and his fists were clenched, and you would have swore, if you hadn't known him better, that he looked like he was trying hard not to cry.

A tall, ramrod straight man-his father?-was standing in front of him, and you ducked behind the corner, inching closer to hear what they were saying.

"It can't be helped, Jungkook."

When Jungkook spoke, you heard the tremor in his words, say the way his fists flexed and tightened. "But what if I win the spelling bee?Will you stay?"

The man didn't move. "I'm not staying, Jungkook. Your mother and I are done."

Jungkook started crying then, and you had run away from the corner, and back to the auditorium, back to the spelling bee.

And that's why-and how-you had messed up on the last word-an easy word, Pharaoh-to let Jungkook win the spelling bee.

And he'd never let you live it down ever since.

But you'd also never told him what you'd seen either.

*****

"Hi, what can I get for you-"

Your rehearsed spill comes to a halt as you look up from the register to see Jeon Jungkook standing in front of you.

"What are you doing here?" Are the next words out of your mouth before you can stop them.

He looks smug. You want to wipe the stupid smile off his stupidly handsome face.

"Same reason as everyone else." He shrugs, and you try not to notice the way his broad shoulders stretch the sweater he's wearing. "I need coffee to function."

You lean over to grab the tip that was left for you in the jar on the counter from the previous patron and shoot him a sour look.

"Really? And here I thought you just ran on pure asshole energy gained through meta energy drinks and sorority bimbo sex. Oh wait." You hold up a finger before he can speak again. "Or maybe I'm confusing that with the asshole energy you get straight from the depths of hell and Satan himself. They're kind of hard to tell apart."

Something flickers across Jungkook's dark eyes, but you don't catch what it is, before he's leaning on the counter toward you, and a smug smirk is once again gracing his overly full lips.

"Keep talking like that, and people are gonna think you have the hots for me or something."

You gag and get as far away from him as the counter will allow. "No one, in their right mind, in the history of ever, would think that, Jeon. So keep daydreaming."

He grins and straightens up, blowing dark curls out of his eyes. "We'll see. Now." He motions with his chin toward the menu behind you. "About that coffee."

He raises an arched brow in your direction, and that self satisfied smirk that never truly left is back in full force.

"Satan needs his dark roast."

*****

You're crying in the third floor bathroom when Jungkook finds you.

You're so upset by the events of the night that you don't even think to question what he's doing in the girl's bathroom. Or how he even knew where you were.

You sniffle loudly, reaching up to swipe a hand across your dripping nose, and see the dark stains of your running mascara across your knuckles.

"God, I look so stupid."

Jungkook stands in the doorway to the stall, and you don't know if he's unsure of what to do-seeing you like this-or if he's simply just come to spectate your misery and revel in it.

Either way, the first words directed at him are, "If you've come to gloat, just get it over with."

You reach for another tissue, ignoring the way your prom dress looks spread out around your crumpled legs on the dirty bathroom floor.

Definitely not the magical night you had envisioned.

"I'm not here to gloat." Jungkook says over the sound of your sniffling, and you know he's lying, because why else would he be here?

"Yes you are." You retort back, though there's no bite to your tone, just exhaustion and heartbreak. "That's what we do. We gloat. So go ahead."

Jungkook hesitates, and you're sure he's trying to find the words that will hurt the most.

Finally, he says, "Well, in order for me to efficiently gloat over this situation, I need to know what happened first."

You laugh-the sound holds no humor-and wave the tissue in your hand toward the door. "Please. Everyone in the school knows what happened."

"I don't." Jungkook's voice is soft and serious.

How stupid. Pretending to care. You hate him. You really do.

You straighten up and manage to glare at him, though you're sure you look like a raccoon-eyes blotted with messed mascara, cheeks red and puffy from crying-and summon the most venomous voice you can muster in the moment.

"Jonny Kim-my boyfriend-was kissing Lin Eun in the parking lot" The words hurt to say out loud. "He brought me to the dance, disappeared for "drinks", and I caught them together. How-" You start to choke on your tears again, and you have to breathe hard for a few moments before you can start again. "How can someone do that? I gave him everything. Everything."

You don't want to tell Jungkook what all you gave to Jonny, but by the look on his face, he seems to understand the gist of what you're talking about.

"Anyway." You crumple back down beside the toilet and wave the tissue at him. "Gloat or not. I don't care. My night and life are completely ruined anyway."

Jungkook stands there for another silent moment, and then he leaves, and you're almost grateful-almost-that he chose to say nothing else.

You finish the night of your senior prom crying in the girl's bathroom.

However, Jonny Kim does get beaten up in the parking lot-the same parking lot-at the end of the night by an unknown assailant, so you guess there's a God of justice and retribution, or whatever.

Or maybe Karma just really is actually a bitch.

*****

Running into Jeon Jungkook is bad on the best day, but running into him at a party is actually the absolute worst.

You're tipsy and a little buzzed and altogether way too honest for anyone's good, especially your own.

"Are you serious? You're here?" You blurt out after bumping into-literally bumping into-Jungkook's chest.

Damn, he's ripped.

"Of course I'm here." Jungkook quips back, and you can hear the smile in his voice, though it's hard to focus on his face with the flashing party lights and the taste of alcohol on your lips. "I live here, remember?"

Dammit. You had forgotten this dumb party was at the frat house. Curse your roommates and your weak will.

"Don't smile at me like that." You spit out, annoyed and more than a little frustrated-mostly with yourself-that you're still within close proximity to Jungkook. "I seriously want to wipe that stupid smile off your stupidly pretty face every time I see it."

Jungkook's grin only widens. "You think I'm pretty? I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, (Y/N). And I can count on one hand all the nice things you've said to me."

"Shut up." You mumble out, desperately trying to get around him and away from him.

You might be buzzed, but you're not drunk, and you have enough sense to know nothing good will come of running into your mortal enemy in the middle of a college party.

Clichés and all that.

Jungkook follows you-annoying asshole that he is-and speaks over the music, leaning down to practically yell the words in your ear, "Wait, I wanna talk more about how you think I'm pretty!"

"I never said that!" You snap back loudly, trying to find one of your roommates to save you in the crowd of drunken, partying college kids. "And no one will believe you even if I did!"

Jungkook laughs and the sound is grating, like fingernails scratching on a chalk board.

"Go to hell." You spout out over your shoulder, right before you run into your roommate Yuki and her boyfriend Taehyung, who also happens to be Jungkook's best friend.

Great. You really need to stop literally running into people tonight.

"(Y/N)!" Yuki says excitedly, sloshing the drink in her hand over the rim of her cup, as she hugs you, and then glances behind you at Jungkook, dark eyes curious. "Where've you been?"

"Around." You say simply, before downing the little bit of alcohol that's left in your cup. You hold it up for her to see. "I need a refill."

But before you can leave to head to the kitchen-alone-Jungkook's fingers are closing around your wrist.

"What the hell?" You snarl out, glaring back at him, as you try-and fail-to remove your arm from his grasp. "Let me go, Jeon."

You are more than aware that Taehyung and Yuki are watching the exchange with more than a little interest, and you feel your cheeks flush, whether from the party or the alcohol or embarrassment you don't know.

All you know is you hate this. Hate Jungkook touching you, hate that he's here, hate that you're so close that you can almost see specks of golds in his caramel irises.

"(Y/N) and I are gonna head to my room for a bit." Jungkook speaks over your protests, fingers still vicelike around your wrist, his gaze never leaving your own, even though he's talking to your friends. "We have some stuff to work out-a long time in the making I think."

"No we're not-" You start to say, still trying to tug away from him, but failing, as he drags you toward the stairs.

Shit, he's strong.

You desperately try to convey to Yuki with your eyes to please help you, please step in, don't let this happen, anything but this.

But she and Taehyung are watching the two of you retreat with something akin to proud-maybe self satisfied?-shit eating grins on their faces and suddenly, you feel very much like this was all a setup.

Damn them.

It doesn't take long for Jungkook to pull you up the stairs and into his room, shutting the door behind you, party noises fading into a quiet hum in the background.

You stand stiffly beside the closed door after he releases his grip on your wrist-finally-and refuse to look at him.

He sits down on the edge of the bed and sighs, reaching up to rake a hand through his hair before he asks casually, "Do you want to sit down?"

You glance toward the bed where he sits, sheets dark navy and crumpled, comforter no where in sight, and instantly sniff, turning your nose up at the suggestion. "On that thing? No way in hell. Who knows what's on your sheets."

Jungkook shrugs and grins, leaning back against the headboard and resting his hands behind his head as he stares at you. "Suit yourself."

There is silence for a moment, and you allow yourself to glance around the room.

It's a typical frat boy's room.

Unmade bed, dirty laundry piled in the corner, workout equipment beneath the window, posters of various artists and rockers tacked on the walls with multicolored mismatched pushpins.

You scoff to yourself.

Typical.

Although-you note with slight interest-Jungkook does own an entire bookshelf full of classics, stashed away in the corner of his room, and by the worn covers, you're fairly certain he reads them often.

Curious.

"So." You finally say dryly, eyes darting back to where he reclines on the bed, still watching you, hint of a smirk curling up his lips at the corners. "Are you going to kill me and get this over with or what?"

Jungkook grins, and you force yourself not to think about how cute his bunny teeth are against his pink lips.

"Nah." He waves a hand at you dismissively, sitting up and crossing his legs beneath him, the bed creaking beneath his weight. "That sounds messy. And I'm not into dismembering and all that. Too much work."

You almost smile, but think better of it, crossing your arms over your chest as you level a glare at him. "Fine. I'll be going then."

You reach for the doorknob, fingers closing around the cool metal, when Jungkook speaks again, and this time, his voice is serious and unlike anything you've ever heard, especially coming from him.

It's almost soft.

"I was the one who beat up Jonny Kim in high school."

Your hand stills on the door, and you turn to look at him in shock, surprise making your jaw slack as you stare at him, although in a turn of events, he's now the one avoiding your gaze.

"What?" You ask, slightly breathless, thinking back to that night so long ago, a night you had forced to the back of your mind, trying to forget. "Why?"

Jungkook gives a half shrug, and picks at a loose string on the navy sheets pressed beneath his legs. "He was a dick."

"Okay, but so were you." You quip back, and you're loathe to admit that your voice is almost teasing. "Every high school boy I've ever met-and college ones too, as a matter of fact-are all dicks."

Jungkook looks at you then, and half of his mouth quirks into the start of a slightly sardonic smile, whether on your behalf or his own, you're not sure. "Yeah, but Jonny Kim was a megadick."

You can't help it. You laugh. "A megadick? Don't think I've ever heard that terminology before."

You tilt your head, a little voice in the back of your brain telling you to leave, to get out of this room and away from Jungkook-your enemy-but another voice, a louder voice, is telling you to stay and hear him out.

"What does one have to do to classify as a megadick, if I may ask?" You query, and the little voice whispers louder in the back of your mind, as your feet take a step toward Jungkook and away from the door.

Stupid.

The sardonic smile is curving Jungkook's entire mouth now, and you force yourself not to look down at his lips, his soft, entirely all too tempting, lips.

"I mean, cheat on their girlfriend at prom is probably at the top of the list." He says casually, cocking a brow at you, matching the tilt of your head, dark curls falling into large doe eyes.

"You beat him up because he cheated on me?" You ask stupidly, as if you're just now having a revelation.

Jungkook shrugs again. "I mean, yeah? I told you. He was a megadick. And he made you cry."

"Which you enjoyed." You snip back before you can stop yourself, because old habits die hard.

Jungkook's eyes find your own and hold them. "I didn't enjoy it. Regardless of how much we hated each other back then, I still never wanted to see someone hurt you. That would just make me the lowest type of person."

Something in his statement catches your attention.

Back then.

What the hell?

You swallow hard, and finally sit down on the bed beside him, legs almost brushing but not quite.

You take in a deep breath and release the tension from your shoulders. "If this is confession time-" You falter out, biting your lip, watching his fingers play with the string on the sheet rather than look at his face. "Then I have one too."

You glance up at him, and he's staring at you, and you try not to get lost in the black holes of his large pupils.

Focus. Seriously.

You suck in a prefatory breath between your teeth and decide that ripping off the band aid is gonna be easiest. No need to drag it all out.

"I lost the spelling bee on purpose."

It is Jungkook's turn to look shocked.

"What?"

You roll your eyes. "Are you deaf? I said-" You turn to face him, and your knees brush, and the warmth of his skin through the holes in his jeans is distracting enough that your voice loses a hint of its previous deadly sarcasm. "I lost the spelling bee on purpose."

"Why would you do that?" He asks, dumbfounded, mouth slightly open, eyes wide.

"I-" You hadn't thought about having to explain this part. "I wasn't spying, but I went out to get a drink before the final contest and I heard what your dad said to you."

There is silence, and you find yourself spilling forth confessions to fill the sudden gap.

"I felt bad, okay? You wanted to win the spelling bee to make your dad stay, and we both know you winning wouldn't do anything, but I wanted you to win anyway, and so I messed up the word. Which pharaoh?-c'mon give me a break-I could spell that with my eyes closed but I didn't know what else to do and-"

Jungkook shuts you up with his lips on yours.

Holy shit, he tastes amazing.

Like the slight burn of alcohol, and spearmint gum, and something akin to floral laundry detergent.

Let's be real, you don't want to kiss him back, but the way his lips slot to yours and fit perfectly, the way his tongue teases at the entrance of your lips, tangling with your own, the way his breaths feel in your open mouth.

Something happens okay? It's completely biological.

Nothing more.

Because you hate him. You do.

You allow Jungkook to press you back into the bed, straddling you, your fingers finding your way into the long curls of his hair, tugging at the strands at the nape of his neck, and he rewards you with a slight groan into your mouth, and god, suddenly you want more.

The final piece of the puzzle slots into place in your brain, a piece you didn't even know was missing in the first place.

You want him.

Your fingers slide down the planes of his chest-shit he's fit-and find the button of his jeans, stopping there for a moment when he breaks contact with your lips and stares down at you, eyes half lidded, pupils blown.

He's so pretty. Lips all red and raw from kissing, curls tousled from your fingers.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me you threw the spelling bee." He breathes out, and you're glad he sounds as breathless as you feel. "I gave you so much shit for that."

"And I can't believe you didn't tell me you beat up Jonny Kim." You retort back, fingers still playing with the button on his pants, although suddenly-this close-you're finally noticing the flecks of gold that dot his irises, like little stars in a constellation. "For me even."

He grimaces. "It wasn't for you. He was a megadick remember?"

You grin, you can't help yourself. "Yeah, yeah."

You pull him back down and cover his lips with yours.

Jungkook slides his mouth from your own and sucks kisses down the side of your throat, and you arch into him, earning another low moan, your fingers finally making the move to undo the closure on his pants.

"So is this like hate sex?" You pant out, and you're embarrassed at how breathy your voice sounds, but in the moment, with Jungkook's tongue tracing the hollow of your throat, you can't seem to care.

You feel him chuckle, his breath cool on the wet skin he has left behind, and his fingers graze the skin beneath your sweater, making you shiver.

"I dunno. I guess that depends." He pulls back to look down at you, eyes dark and lips wet, voice low in the back of his throat. "Do you still hate me?"

You clench your teeth, and he grins, noting the way you squirm in discomfort beneath him, before you finally force yourself to admit begrudgingly, "No."

You reach up and not so gently drag your fingers across the smile still curving his lips. "Though I still want to wipe that stupid shitty smile off your stupid shitty face."

Instead of continuing to eat crow, you grab the collars of his jacket and pull him back to you, effectively shutting him up and wiping the smile from his face as your teeth knock together and your tongues entwine in a sloppy, desperate kiss.

"Are you gonna take your pants off or what?" You snark in between kisses, tugging at the loosened waistline of his jeans impatiently.

"Are you gonna take your top off or what?" Jungkook repeats back smugly, fingers playing with the band of your bra beneath your shirt.

"I dunno. I guess that depends." You parrot him back like a brat, and the way his eyes darken has your stomach clenching into pleasant, anticipatory knots. "Do you still hate me?"

Jungkook pretends to think for a moment, and you roll your eyes.

He grins-that shit eating grin-but when he speaks, his tone is completely and utterly serious somewhere beneath the bratty teasing. "No, I don't think I do."

"Good." You say, before pulling your sweater over your head and pushing your fingers into the waistband of Jungkook's pants.

You let your hand slide down, down, and every slight groan that is pulled from Jungkook's lips, every sharp intake of breath, his hands clenched into the pillow on either side of your head, struggling to retain composure, is making you even more buzzed than the alcohol from earlier.

And then there is a knock at the door.

"Shit." You breathe out as you both stare at each other with wide eyes.

Your fingers that are in his pants flex reflexively as you both freeze, and Jungkook bucks into you in response, his own curse tailed off by low groan.

Without thinking, you slap your free hand over his mouth.

"Hey, guys?" Taehyung's voice comes through the door, and his tone is genuinely concerned. "Just wanted to check on you. You've been in there awhile and we wanted to make sure you didn't kill each other."

You glance at Jungkook, hand still over his mouth, your fingers digging into the sides of his jaw, and he raises his brows at you silently, as if to say go ahead, answer him.

"We're fine!" You call out, and you feel Jungkook's lips curve into a smirk beneath your hand at the way your voice is still slightly breathless. You tighten your fingers on his jaw a bit, and he winces at the pinch of correction. "Just talking it out. We'll be down in a sec!"

"Okay-" Taehyung replies through the thin door, and you don't think he sounds very convinced, maybe wondering by Jungkook's silence if you really had killed him.

You hear footsteps fading away, and you breathe a sigh of relief, finally dropping your hand from Jungkook's mouth as you slump back on the bed.

"Damn, that was close."

"Yeah, well, so was I." Jungkook jokes, earning himself a slap to the chest as you glare at him.

"Shut the hell up, Jeon." You snap back, though there's no real bark to your bite.

He chuckles, and his eyes lose the hint of humor, darkening again as he stares down at you. You feel the warmth starting to coil in your stomach again as his fingers trace the length of your collar bone and follow the curves of your chest to the front closure of your bra.

His fingers hesitate, however, and he seems to be debating something within himself.

Finally he asks, "Is this gonna be a one time thing?" He clears his throat, trying not to seem too serious. "I mean, the not hate sex, or whatever this is."

You shrug, reaching up to grab his fingers, placing them back on your chest. "I dunno. Guess it depends."

His lips quirk, and for once, you don't want to slap the smile off his face.

Progress.

"On if I still hate you or not?" He asks teasingly, fingers finally undoing the clasp on your bra.

You nod, flexing your fingers that are still buried in his pants, earning yourself another buck of his hips and a glare from Jungkook, as you give him a sweet innocent smile.

"Exactly."

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Call Me By My Name-Pietro Maximoff x Powers!Reader

(GIF credit to @dailymarvelposts)

Tags: @bloodorangemoonlight @amirahiddleston

Requested by @husherstan : ‘could you write a one w pietro maximoff? idk if you know about a trend on tik tok where a gf or bf call them partners by they first name. Reader and Pietro are enemies cuz them both are always trying to be the best of t team, reader calls him by others names and when she (or gn) calls by him real name he was like "why are you calling me like that? whats wrong with you? are you feeling bad today?" (and he likes her so fucking much, a simp)’

Characters: Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Avengers team x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Character has the power of force fields, that both generate electricity and provide protection for them/others)

Warnings: Name calling, bullying, arguing, fluff

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“For the last time, watch where you’re going Speedy Gonzales!” I snapped as Pietro almost knocked me over again.

His form whizzed around the room once more before stopping in front of me.“Maybe try keeping up next time.”

I was startled by the force he left behind as he ran off again making a show of circling the entire training room multiple times, creating a small wave of air. I groaned loudly as I went back to jogging. He was such a show off, it infuriated me. We weren’t here to compete against each other, we were supposed to be a team; but when he waltzed around the place boasting about how fast he was, it was really hard not to step up to the plate.

Pietro was running faster than usual, trying to overlap me dozens of times, more than he would have done in a normal session. It got on my last nerve, making me stop, my powers already flowing through my arms. It would be hard to pinpoint him, so I charged up a huge ball of electricity, casting it out harshly. I just managed to catch him, laughing as he yelped out in surprise, being thrown high into the air before landing on the sparring mats. I saw him slowly get up, clearly I had caused some pain. My fun was soon ended as he ran towards me again, having to quickly put up a force field that would protect me. Pietro bounced off it, though I hadn’t put any charge in this one, so he only fell on his backside.

“Enough!” Wanda yelled out, though we still kept our guard up around each other.“Really (Y/N)? You can relax now.”

“I don’t trust him.” I replied.

She sighed.“Come on, Steve wants to talk about the mission.”

“Why? We debriefed three days ago.”

“Something to do with it being on the news.” she shrugged, walking away.

Pietro glanced back at me, looking me up and down before following his sister. However, he didn’t look at me with disgust or anything of the sort, it was almost as if he was checking me out. I tutted at myself, why on Earth would he ever look at me like that?

I wasn’t happy joining the meeting in my sweaty state.Everyone else was dressed and put together, but at least Pietro looked similar. The team was gathered around a table, looking to Steve who was stood at the front, his arms crossed over his chest. He had the look of disappointment on his face, which meant bad news for the rest of us...or whoever was in trouble. With no seats left, I copied Steve’s stance at the back of the room, rolling my eyes when Pietro stood beside me.

“Sorry to call you guys in on such short notice.” Steve started.“But I feel that we have to discuss something that’s starting to effect the team.”

He pulled up a screen showing the news. It had images and videos of our last mission. We were raiding an old factory on the edge of the city, finding a terrorist group hiding out there as they worked on their gadgets. News coverage showed the team fighting from a helicopter view, and we were all confused as to why Steve was showing us this.

“Fastest man alive,” Pietro repeated what the reporter said,“it has a nice ring to it.”

“I wouldn’t put that in your Tinder bio.” I quipped, causing a few chuckles.

Steve looked at me.“And this is why we’re here today.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.“What?”

“You and Pietro are always at each other’s throats. It’s...well frankly, it’s exhausting listening to you two arguing all the time. And it could seriously put someone in danger whilst on a mission, even you two.”

“He always starts it-”

Pietro held up a finger.“Hold on, you do too-”

“You’re just proving his point guys.” Natasha spoke over us.

“As I was saying,” Steve brought the attention back to him,“the media has also caught onto this. There’s multiple images of you two clearly arguing, or even getting in each others way during the mission. At one point, you’re both trying to save the same person, but almost miss that chance because you’re so invested in being better than the other!”

Steve was really mad, and from everyone else’s faces, they thought the same thing.

“So until all of this changes, you two are suspended from any missions.”

“What?!” we both exclaimed.

“And you may not approach any other team member for assistance with training.”

“Why are we both being punished?” I demanded to know.

“Oh, do not play the victim here Mrs Incredible!” Pietro snapped.

“Mrs Incredible is super stretchy, it’s the daughter who has the same powers as me, you idiot!”

“See? You’re further showing me that I made the right decision. I felt bad at first, but now I know that this is the right direction to go in.” Steve raised his voice.“You’re both dismissed.”

“Well, what are the rest of you doing?” Pietro dared to ask.

“We are going to go over all the planning we have done for upcoming missions. Everything has to change because of you two. Now please go.”

I held it together as I left the room, not wanting to appear like a toddler stomping away in a tantrum. It was impossible to get away from Pietro, what with him being ‘the fastest man alive’, but I was going to try. I didn’t need another argument right now, I was upset, needed to be alone. Apparently, I wasn’t going to get that.

“Leave me alone.” I warned Pietro as he followed me.

“I can’t believe this! They’ve kicked us off the team because you always have to say something-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“And to think, they’re going to risk not having me on the team. I help them with everything, I’m a crucial part-”

“Pietro!” I shouted, spinning on my heel to face him.

His eyes widened at that, glancing down to my clenched up fists, little electric sparks running over them, before looking me in my teary eyes.

I sighed, relaxing my tense shoulders and hands before leaving. There was no point trying to explain. He wouldn’t understand. We would both get mad, probably fight, the team would have to break us up; I had no energy to do that. Slowly turning away, I was surprised by the silence that followed, Pietro didn’t even follow me.

I checked the time on the lock screen of my phone, seeing that an hour had passed since I fled from Pietro. It also made me realise how dark the room had become, the sun would set in a few minutes. But I didn’t bother turning on any lights, instead leaning back again on the chair. I was sat in an empty lobby, it was a small room, facing the floor to ceiling window that showed the landscape that surrounded the headquarters. Besides just sitting here, I should have distracted myself. Perhaps put on a film, relax after training, something to take my mind off of things. Instead, I decided to sit with my thoughts.

“H-hey.” I heard Pietro quietly say from the doorway.

Looking over my shoulder, I didn’t reply, facing the window again when he began walking towards me. He hesitantly turned on a lamp near us, sitting on the chair beside mine. Pietro also looked out of the window, clasping his hands together for a few seconds before fidgeting. I tried to ignore it, though after an hour of peace and nothingness, it became irritating quickly.

“Can you stop?” I blurted out.“Please?”

“Are you annoyed by everything I do?” he asked.

“Not...everything. I just...doesn’t matter, it’s not like you care anyway.”

“That’s not true.”

“I’m not falling for this Pietro.”

“Why are you saying my name?”

“What?”

“You never say my name. Actually, we never say each others names.”

“And why does that matter?”

“It just feels, it feels serious.”

“I mean, we’ve basically been kicked off the team, so yeah, it’s serious.”

“We’ve not been kicked off the team (Y/N).”

“We could be if we don’t get our act together.”

“It won’t go that far-”

“But it could! I can’t believe how calm you are about the whole thing.” I stood, distancing myself from him.“I’ve worked too hard for this. Imagine what would happen if word got out that I was disbanded from the Avengers because of a tiny argument, with a team member who is so narcissistic that he can’t put others before himself!”

I realised I had began ranting, stopping myself before I said anything else hurtful. But by the look of Pietro’s face, it was already too late.

“I...I’m sorry (Y/N).” he never broke eye contact.“And before you say anything, I mean it.”

“Pietro, I-”

“I can see how much this job means to you.”

“It’s my fault too. I always try to outdo you or challenge you.”

“No, don’t be humble.” he got out of his seat, standing in front of me.“It’s almost always my fault that we argue. And I hate myself for it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m usually very good with the ladies.” he grinned, though it disappeared when he realised it wasn’t time to joke.“But not around you apparently. It’s probably because you’re extremely strong and sure of yourself, and I go for a different type, the polar opposite to you.”

“Pietro, I...um...”

“I was really impressed by you when we first met. It made me nervous actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, all I can do is run really fast.”

“But, you’ve been on much more missions than I have. Doesn’t that say something?” I hung my head.

“Are you crazy? You’re not on those missions because they don’t need you.”

My head whipped up to see his smile drop.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant that those missions are for Avengers like me. The ones they can use over and over without worrying about them being too tired for the next one. What I’m trying to say is, you’re too important.”

“I never thought I would say this, but Pietro, you’re an important part of the team too. I always rose to your challenges because I felt I needed to prove something to the others. I was new, then I was accepted after all my relentless training, but when you and Wanda came along, I instantly became old news. And you didn’t even go through the rigorous regimes like I did, so I just assumed you were better than me.”

“It seems we were both wrong about each other. We were going through a lot of effort to outdo the other when we could have saved that energy for...well, anything else really.”

“Yeah. I suppose so.”

Pietro held his hand out.“Truce?”

I smiled up at him as I shook it.“Truce.”

A cheeky smirk appeared as he raised an eyebrow at me.“Let’s not tell the team about this just yet. I feel like there would be a lot of ‘I told you so’.”

“It’s like you read my mind.”

“And another thing.”

I noticed he was still holding my hand, though they were lowered now, and his grip wasn’t as firm.“Yes?”

“Can we start calling each other by our actual names?”

“I mean, I assumed we would anyway.”

“Oh, good. I just...”

“You just?”

“I just like the way it sounds when you say my name.”

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“Despair” and Dean and Cas

Well well well, winning is my favorite thing.

As usual, this is going to be as long as hell. And fair warning, it’s extremely emotional.

So here it is, the thing that we have been barrelling towards for years, literally years.

Just want to point out this. Also, I will NEVER allow someone to speak negatively about this writing group, EVER.

Team Free Dads starting off the episode is so sweet, so scary. Cas’ calming, Dean’s fear, Sam’s desperation, really just hammering home how much they love Jack, how his pain is pain for them, how losing him is unbearable.

“I can’t stop this. I’m coming apart. I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t let me hurt you.”

Oof. If you’ve ever question whether Jack is a Winchester, this line should shut that shit down for you.

When I tell you I was PISSED when Billie sent Jack to the Empty to EXPLODE????? PAIN.

“Yeah the Empty can’t come to earth, not without being summoned.”

Hello Bobo, clue number 1.

The fact that they only had Jack in limbo for like five seconds was great for my heart health, thank u very much Bobo.

Also Dean wielding Death’s scythe?????? KING?????

Man, Sam and Dean’s growth. The way that they’re able to, idk, actually speak on how they feel without death looming or fear or pain. It’s just a conversation, just an honest conversation of Dean admitting his mistakes, admitting how he felt. Admitting that he fucked up, and Sam forgiving him for it.

CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF

Also...hunters and their “dates.” Two hunters who are happily together, who are happily fighting monsters. Hm. Sounds like a Saileen/Destiel parallel to me boys.

You ever wish Cas would look and the mirror and take the great advice he gives others? Because I do. He’s always tried to be “useful” for Sam and Dean, for Jack, always tried to make sure that he’s useful enough that they keep him around. But what he doesn’t understand, what he’s never understood, is that they need him because of who he is, not because of what he contributes.

Remind y’all of anything?

And here we have Clue Number 2

And then, Sam’s realization. Eileen.

Did I begin full tilt screaming no in my apartment when he said her name? Who’s to say?

How can a lock screen cause me this much pain????

Okay but: Charlie loses Stevie, Sam loses Eileen. Clue Number 3.

I feel like I don’t talk enough about how much Sam loves Eileen. About how obvious it is that they are endgame, about how happy he is when he talks about her. This just feels like a blow to the stomach, but we’ve barely even started.

Sam immediately shifting into protective leader mode? He is the love of my life.

Dean’s simple nod, like it’s a given? Enough to do me in right there.

This is another episode where it’s just so clear that Sam is the leader of the North American hunters. Everyone knows him, everyone is willing to follow him. He’s knowledgeable and kind and fair and just and an incredibly capable fighter. Once again, I don’t believe his work on earth is done.

Can we also please talk about how FRIGHTENING IT WAS for Jack to kill that plant??? I don’t really have much of a comment on it because I was literally just like ?????

With Billie saying that it’s Chuck, the way that people were dusted, very similar to Becky and Amara, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised, especially with Donna getting taken off the board. It’s like I said last week, I don’t buy that he’s taken himself off the board, he’s too invested in the unraveling of this story to take a step back. He’s gotta break them before he can defeat them, that’s the only way.

And here we go, into one of the most painful and surreal things I will ever write about.

Dean’s speech. His guilt, his regret. The shame of not only trapping himself, but the pain, the horror of trapping Cas.

“I just lead us into another trap. All because I, I couldn’t hurt Chuck. Because I was angry and because I just needed something to kill, and because that’s all I know how to do.”

“Dean-”

“It was Chuck all along. We never should have left Sam and Jack, we should be there with them now. Everybody’s gonna die, Cas. Everybody. I can’t stop it.”

His narrative arc. Tied up in a bow.

“She’s gonna get through that door.”

“I know.”

“And she’s gonna kill you and then she’s gonna kill me. I’m sorry.”

Cas smiles.

Cas knows. He knows what’ll get them out of this, and he knows that he would do anything in this Universe for Dean Winchester. The human man he fell for.

“When Jack was dying, I made a deal to save him.”

“You what?”

“The price was my life. When I experienced a moment of true happiness, the Empty would be summoned and it would take me forever.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I’ve wondered what it could be, what my true happiness could even look like. I never found an answer, because the one thing I want, it’s something I know I can’t have.

“But I think I know, I think I know now...happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being. It’s in just saying it.”

“What are you talking about, man?”

The most selfless thing Cas does in this, and he does a lot of selfless things, is to tell Dean Winchester how impossibly good he is. To tell him that he is worthy, to tell him that he is adored.

“I know, I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You’re destructive and you’re angry and you’re broken and you’re daddy’s blunt instrument. And you think that hate and anger, that’s what drives you, that’s who you are. It’s not. And everyone who knows you sees it, and everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raise your little brother for love, you fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are.

“You’re the most caring man on earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you outta Hell...knowing you has changed me.

“Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the whole world because of you.

“You changed me, Dean.”

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Dean’s greatest fear. His fear of those loving him leaving him. The terror of being alone.

“Because it is.

The head shake. Don’t love me. Don’t love me if it means you’ll leave me, don’t love me, everyone I love leaves me. Don’t leave me. Don’t love me. Don’t leave me.

“Don’t do this, Cas.”

Just like I always thought. One last look at Dean before the Empty takes him.

“Cas-”

“Goodbye Dean.”

And Dean is left, broken on the floor, unable to answer Sam’s calls, unable to do anything. It doesn’t matter to him that Chuck has wiped everyone out, it doesn’t matter to him that Sam and Jack might need him. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter, because the thing that mattered still hangs on his lips, still waiting to be said, and now he won’t get another chance to say it.

The fact that I am writing this, even with all my spec, with all my analysis of the writers’ room, of their text, of the way Dabb and co had approached this story, nothing could have ever prepared me for this. Nothing could have prepared me for a three and a half minute, uninterrupted scene where Cas confesses not only that he loves Dean, but that he has always loved him.

I talk a lot about how these writers don’t get the credit they deserve. Unfortunately, from most of this fandom, they never will. We will likely never know the fights with the network they had, the steps backward they had to take, the way they had to beg and fight and claw to get this on the screen. But they did it. They did it for these characters, they did it for this dinosaur of a show, and yeah, they did it for us.

It was not easy, I can promise you, to get this greenlit. They had to fight for this, they likely had to call in favors and make threats and quite literally put their careers on the line (you may scoff at that, but WB is a BIG company, especially in the TV/movie world) for this story. This story of Dean and Cas, the man dragged out of Hell and the angel who fell for him.

I have tons more to say, and will likely have several more posts about this, but I want to leave all my babes who are worried that that was the end for Dean and Cas with some takeaways.

Sam is missing Eileen. Dean is missing Cas. That is no longer a fun subtextual parallel, that is it for them. Their respective endgames are missing, and they will not know their peace until they get them back. Chuck will not win. That’s not the story being told, and right now? He’s winning. He’s broken them, left them with nothing, left them with an empty world and a hole in each of their hearts where their person (or angel) used to be.

Our show is going to end with “contentment.” “Contentment” isn’t from Sam and Dean being filled with grief and hitting the open road. It isn’t Sam getting Eileen back and leaving Dean with no one. “Contentment” is Sam and Eileen, Dean and Cas. Together.

#destiel #spn #supernatural #my meta #destiel meta #spoilers #spn 15x18 #i cannot believe this #i cant believe i wrote this #this is real #theyre really canon

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