#him & frank miller man.. i can't STAND it.

[romanarose]

Kiss It Better

Joel Miller x gn!pregnant!reader

Masterlist : Taglist

Summery: You catch Joel staring the scar on this forehead.

Warnings: Mention of suicide attempt and child death

short lil dabble from last minute inspo

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Life was good these days. Tommy said he hadn't seen Joel this happy in 20 years; you had a good life together. You and Joel were happy together, you were parental figures to Ellie and now had a little one on the way. As a family, you frequently spent time with Tommy and Maria and their two kids; Tommy was a fun uncle, to be sure, always showing Ellie the new guns and gadgets he got or made. In fact, all of you were on your way over to their house for dinner now. Yeah, everything was good, you and Joel were happy.

Joel was in the bathroom washing hands before you head out, and you wabble over to the bathroom to ask him for a hand down the stairs. At 8 months, you were a little off balance and didn't want to risk a fall.

"Hey sweetie, can you-"

He tries to hide it but you saw him, leaned into the mirror and poking at his scar on his forehead.

"Oh, hey darl'n, you ready to head down?" Joel tried to act as if it hadn't happened.

"What were you doing, baby?"

Joel sighed, realizing he'd been caught. "Noth'n I was just... hope'n it'd faded way by now."

You feel your shoulders droop as your head leans over. "Sweetheart... It's been 20 years, don't think it's going to fade away any more."

"I know." He wouldn't look at you as he began cleaning up his beard trimmings.

Carefully, you approach him. “What are you worried about, Joel?"

He signs, fidgeting with the faucet. "The baby. I just don't know how I'm gonna explain something like that. Don't want 'em think'n I'm weak or can't protect them because of it."

No wonder he'd be acting strange. You take his hand and guide him to your bed so you can sit him down. Still holding his hand, you catch his sad eyes. "You got nothing to be ashamed of. You lost your daughter, baby. That's enough to make anyone want to end it, with or without the world ending around you. But you survived it, and you survived the next twenty year. You pulled together for your brother, for Ellie, for me-" You place his hand over your large stomach. "And you'll do it for the baby. Know why? Because you are a protector at heart. You are a protector, a provider, a good man, and the love of my life."

Joel nodded, but looked unconvinced. "With Ellie it was... different. She needed to hear it, to hear the real story... after everything she'd been through, you know? I just don't know how to talk about that sort of thing."

"You don't have to." You assure him. "We can just say someone shot and missed, I can talk to them if you'd like. It's your story to tell. We can only hope that baby never knows the loss that you, me and Ellie have... but we still live in this world gone mad. Whatever happens, they'll know how strong their parents are. They'll know they have a sister, and one in heaven. A sister their dad and uncle loved so dearly they did everything in their power to save her. They'll know how much their dad and uncle loved each other and how for years they were all they had. They'll know about Tess, Frank, Bill, Reilly, and everyone who made up a family when everything had fallen apart. And they'll know, more than anything," You bring his hardened, calloused hands up to your lips for a kiss, locking in with Joel's watery eyes. "That their family loves them, and will do everything to keep them safe and happy."

Joel closed his eyes tightly, attempted to hide back tears but one escaped. "Thank you baby, that means a lot." He wipes back the wetness with his flannel and stands, aiding you in rising. Joel doesn't let go, arms wrapped around you, and you kiss his temple right where his scar is.

"I love you, Joel Miller. Every part of you."

The moment was broken by Ellie yelling up the stairs that you two are taking too long and she was walking over to Tommy's. He was fixing up an old motorcycle and she wanted to learn.

You smile and laugh as the door opens and shuts, Joel carefully aiding you down the stairs.

Joel Miller loved you, he loved his brother, his sister in law, his daughter, his niece and nephew and he loved that little life growing inside you, and you knew he'd do whatever it took to protect the life he had now, including taking care of himself.

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I don't write a whole lot of Joel here I know, but I do have some of him on my masterlist here, but if you like how I write Joel and you like dark fics, yo may like @romana-after-dark bc I got quite a bit of dark!Joel there, including a new Handmaid's Tale AU!

@fandxmslxt69 @k-ra @whatthefishh @campingwiththecharmings @ahookedheroespureheart @littlenosoul @runa-falls @stevenandmarcslove @scarletthefierce @pikapuff-316 @del-ightfulling

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller x you #fem reader #tlou hbo #joel tlou #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us hbo

[theerurishipper]

I have been thinking about your no kill rule post and how Batman is criticized for it. I wonder if it is because he is deeply passionate about the no kill rule, but not under every writer.

In Batman: The Hill he says to Gordon over him feeling bad about killing a black 14 year old: "Don't be sorry. That boy was armed and dangerous. He died trying to commit murder."

Batman: The Hill only came out in 2000, only 5 years before Batman: Under the Hood which isn't a huge number of years when it comes to comics. In Batman: Under the Hood he screams in horror at the death of Captain Nazi and slices his son's throat to protect the Joker.

Jason is not a Bat at this time so it becomes why is the GCPD killing black teenagers okay but Red Hood killing white supervillains not okay. Captain Nazi was trying to kill them at the time. The Joker is a mass murderer. What makes the killing of these people less defensible to Batman?

The Doylist answer is arguably different writers but the Watsonian is him holding his kids to incredibly high standards compared to Gordon and the GCPD. He's not even upset with Gordon but he will beat Jason over this stuff (RHATO 25 (I think)). (and yes Batman was nearby when the kid was shot in Batman: The Hill)

My interpretation of Batman comes down to this: Batman won't kill. He will never condone killing. I've never read the comic you mentioned (and from what you've mentioned I don't think I ever will), but I cannot see Batman telling someone that it was fine that they killed, especially a child. It goes against everything he stands for. Batman is about rehabilitation and second chances and especially about helping the downtrodden. For him to comfort Gordon over killing a child, someone who probably is not a hardened criminal, is grossly against everything he stands for.

I don't think Batman has separate standards when it comes to his kids and Gordon. If he truly thought that it wasn't a big deal if the GCPD killed people, Batman wouldn't exist. One of the reasons he decided to become Batman was because the police force was corrupt. So, for him to excuse Gordon's actions is OOC. Maybe he takes it a little more personally when a kid of his does something like that, but his rule is very consistent across the board, and he will not comfort someone who killed by saying it's fine that they did it, especially if it was a child.

In my most generous interpretation, I don't think Batman would beat Gordon up about it, especially because Gordon is already regretful of what he did, and Batman believes in second chances. The thing with Jason is different because Jason wasn't regretful, he was actively trying to kill the Joker, and Bruce had to stop him. But for Bruce to say that the kid had it coming? That's wildly OOC. It goes against everything he stands for. This is the man who brought the Joker back to life because he was so strongly principled. There is no way he would stand there and say that shit about the death of a 14-year-old.

The Watsonian explanation for this is pretty much non-existent imho. Sometimes, the only explanation is the writers and that's it. I mean, Batman is no stranger to having writers who have wildly different interpretations of him side-by-side. Look at Frank Miller who, during the time when Batman was actually kind of lighthearted, decided to shit out the edgelord fantasy that was the Dark Knight Returns. I personally blame Frank Miller for everything that is wrong with Batman's characterization today. There is no way to reconcile that with the characterization of Batman that existed at the time, even if it wasn't exactly in the main continuity.

For characters like Batman who have existed for years and have had a variety of different writers, some of whom have shitty opinions about Batman and in general (Frank Miller), sometimes there are going to be stories that are so wildly OOC that you can't reconcile with the character. This seems like one of them.

Thank you for your ask!

#DC #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Asks #Meta #My meta

[thevindicativevordan]

Thoughts on “Man and Superman” by Marv Wolfman?

Countless Superman origin stories, including one written and titled Superman: Year One by Frank Miller himself no less, and this is the only one that thought to copy the actual structure of Batman: Year One.

Four issues telling the story of Clark's first year in Metropolis, beginning in Metropolis from the first page. We see Clark arrive in Metropolis, struggle to get a job as a reporter with the major newspapers because he's a nobody from nowhere, wears a "proto-suit" until beginning to wear his classic outfit at the very end, botches his first few attempts at being a hero because he has no clue what he's doing, fall in love with Lois, and ultimately after much trial by fire, become the champion of Metropolis as Superman.

Familiar ground to be sure, culminating as it does in a confrontation with Lex Luthor where Superman promises he will always be around to foil Luthor's plans. If you're a hardcore Superman fan, much of this story will feel familiar to you. Wolfman outright says as much in his introduction, with the long delays this story suffered due to the series it was intended to release under being cancelled, causing similar ideas to be used in other stories. While I can't claim to know who Wolfman had in mind, I definitely saw similarities between his approach to Superman here and how Morrison rebooted him for the New 52.

Even then though, there are some fresh ideas and approaches to be found here that make this take stand out. First and foremost is their approach to the City of Metropolis itself.

This is not the clean Metropolis of Johns/Frank, or the high tech City of Tomorrow of Waid/Yu. Here, Metropolis is gritty, decaying, a City wholly rooted in the problems of today. An upcoming mayor election pits a right-wing candidate who wants to tackle crime with more police officers, vs. a left-wing candidate who wants to tackle the underlying roots of crime. The three janitors Clark works alongside have to work multiple jobs just to make ends meet, and are immigrants themselves also. A crime wave results in marital law, the curbing of civil rights, and the calling of the national guard "for the greater good". Newspapers Clark applies for tell him he needs to sensationalize his reporting more so the story will sell better. This is not a story with a wide-eyed view of what happens in the modern day when the kid from the countryside moves to the big city and tries to make it big. Despite being written in 2008. it could easily have been written today, a damning indictment of American society to be sure. Metropolis here feels real and fleshed out, and while my preference is for a Metropolis that embraces the freedom of being an entirely fictional creation, I appreciate how Wolfman digs into the human element via showing us the viewpoint of the citizens of Metropolis as Clark listens to them with superhearing, casting them as something of a Greek chorus reacting to the events of the story.

Of course not everything is perfect. Wolfman compares Clark becoming Superman to being a firefighter, a doctor, a soldier, and a cop at various points throughout the narrative. The first two I welcome and agree with. Later two however are extremely dicey, and although this is not a story that exempts our modern justice/policing system from a critical eye, (note that the main villain of the story in Lex endorses the right-wing "law and order" candidate to make sure you know which side the narrative supports) it still does not benefit Superman to have his uniform compared to that of a cop's.

As a side note, I love that Clark is explicitly poor here. I love that he struggles to make ends meet, that he's working as a janitor while he tries to make his dream of being a journalist for a prestige news organization come true. Being a cub reporter struggling to get a job, he's not living in a penthouse in the center of Metropolis. Clark is flat out broke, and living in a crappy apartment in the slums of the city. It's an approach that Morrison and Morales used for their Superman reboot, and I support that approach wholeheartedly. Establishing that Clark spent his first few years living in the poorer areas of Metropolis does wonders to support his reputation as the "Champion of the Oppressed".

In flashbacks to his Smallville childhood we see that financial struggles were a factor for him growing up, with Martha wanting to donate money to help feed families in need, while Jonathan was concerned about how tight their own finances are before relenting and agreeing. Of the entire Justice League, Superman is the one who has the strongest claim to being the "working class hero", the blue collar amidst all the blue bloods and middle class suburbanites. Most origins brush over Clark's financial situation growing up, but this one is of the rare few which does not, and I think it's all the stronger for it. Especially so given that this origin is similar to Batman: Year One in that it's really a Year One story for two characters - Lex as well as Superman.

Pitting Superman against Luthor in his first year is old hat, but what I adore about this take specifically is how Lex is explicitly in the "Bruce Wayne" role. Like Bruce, Lex has been gone from Metropolis for multiple years, and makes his return with a plan for reshaping Metropolis in his own image. He's a ruthless monster, willing to kill 500 of his own employees as part of a false flag attack against his own corporate headquarters to garner public sympathy and support. Here the playboy billionaire with a secret agenda and a complete disregard for the law is the villain not the hero. While Wolfman doesn't have the time or pages to dive deep into the rivalry between the two, the class warfare aspect of the feud between Superman and Lex really stood out to me here. Clark lives and works alongside the "little people" and helps them out how he can, meanwhile Lex callously slaughters them in pursuit of his own self-interest.

In the end Lex immediately recognizes that Superman is going to be a watershed moment in history, and is determined to change the world back to when he was on top. I would love a "Year 2" story from Wolfman that skips ahead a bit and pits Lex and another villain against Superman. He has a great handle on the star players here in Clark, Lex, Lois, Perry, and the elder Kents. Give him the Waid treatment and let him build out his own pocket universe if that's something he'd be interested in doing.

Man and Superman has convinced me that if Wolfman had gotten the chance to reboot Superman after Crisis the way he wanted to, I believe the character would have fared far better during the Post-Crisis era. Perhaps it would not have taken the character as long as it did to start putting the Dark Knight Returns stooge interpretation behind him. If this is the only major work Castellini ever does on the character, then I tip my hat to him for a job well done. Not every artist can bring a level of grit and realism to Superman's world without compromising the character, but he managed to pull it off expertly.

#superman #man and superman #marv wolfman #claudio castellini

[luneesv]

Before everything | Joel Miller

╰┈➤ Joel Miller x M!Reader

[ english isn't my first language ]

You are an old friend of Joel, you remember the old days with him and Sarah during a cold morning, you remember the night when you fell in love with him.

The sun had just risen and you were alone, you were making coffee to warm up. Ellie and Joel weren't awake yet, you were alone and you felt a little bad after the events of Bill and Frank. You felt like you missed out on a part of your life because of the pandemic, but also because you never took the first step to ask Joel out. You loved him since the beginning, since you knew him when he lived with Tommy and Sarah.

You remembered the day when you met him, he had just come home from work in the night and he had a problem with his car, you helped him because he looked exhausted and to be honest, he made you feel sorry for him.

- hey do you need help ? you told him.

- uh.. no, well yes I do but I don't think you can help me.

You gave him an amused look before pushing him to repair the engine of his car, for you finding the problem was something obvious.

- I am a mechanic, you tell him while cleaning your hands with a cloth that was lying around, and I'm (y/n).

- I'm Joel, uh.. thanks man. He said visibly embarrassed by your gesture, he was clearly not good with people.

You smiled at him, you had just arrived in the neighborhood and you were afraid of not getting along with people but luckily you had found yourself someone interesting and rather attractive.

- So.. see you tomorrow ? You said.

- Yea I guess, he said vaguely, but my daughter is sleeping considering what time it is, and i need to clear my mind, you want a drink, in a bar ?

Your heart almost gave out at that moment, you nodded and you two, you had gone to the nearest bar, during the journey you were talking about your life, he was telling you about his daily life with his daughter and his brother, how much he loved them and what he would do everything for them, and you told him about your life before you came here and told it, a banal and morose life.

You had arrived and your heart was just beating, you sat down at the bar and he ordered two whiskeys for you. He only stared at you with his eyes, his expression remained expressionless as you told him a joke, but his eyes. You stared into his eyes, those brown eyes that made you want to dive in and to kiss him.

The drinks arrived and he started to drink his whiskey before ordering another, you barely drank your drink when your throat burned. You couldn't stand alcohol.

The more you drank, the more he opened up to you, he spoke more. He was just staring at you and at a time when the people was starting to go home, the light was getting less bright and that a romantic atmosphere was beginning to be felt.

- You are really handsome (y/n), he said maybe too loudly since the barman suddenly turned towards you, I'm telling you this as a man to man, I really want to kiss you, but it's weird, I've never felt that for a man.

Your heart was hurting you so much it was beating so hard, he put his hand on your shoulder before massaging it and bursting out laughing.

- I just can't stop thinking about your arm, glistening with motor oil, I swear you obsess me.

- Joel, you're.. you're drunk maybe you should stop talking. You said, your heart beating.

He shook his head, then his hand that was on your shoulder landed on your face, as well as his other hand that landed on your other cheek, forcing you to look at him.

- But (y/n) since I met you, I can't stop thinking about you, and I'm confused 'cause i'm.. i'm not gay ? Well I've never been attracted to a guy, even in porn I only watch the girl, but you.. I swear you're a..

He stopped talking and he kissed you. You were lost, confused, everything was happening so fast, you had known him for so little time and yet you wanted to kiss him too.

But you pushed him away, still today you don't know why but at that time you thought you were doing a good thing.

- Joel, please let me take you home, you drank too much, you... you're just talking nonsense..

He gave you a sad look before getting up.

- You're right, maybe I'm just drunk.. But I still love you so much..

You got up before putting his arm around your shoulders to lift him, he staggered and was only humming your name, in the middle of the night, with only the light of the street lamps to illuminate his face. Your heart kept beating thinking about what he just did.

- It's.. it's here, he said pointing at his house before opening it, trying for about ten minutes because he obviously forgot how to open a door.

He turned around, looking at you, face to face. He had an indescribable look on his face.

- Please love, come with me in my bed, you won't regret it.

At that moment, you're still wondering why you chose to refuse, to watch his door close behind Joel who looked disappointed. Even then you knew you had made a mistake.

The next day, you saw him in the morning, he was drinking his coffee, wearing the same pants as yesterday but with a white tank top.

- Hello Joel ! You said happy to see him again.

- Oh.. hello (y/n). He tells you, a shameful look on his face.

- Are you okay ? You know after yesterday's night haha.

- About that, I was drunk yesterday, I didn't know what I was saying, I... forget everything. Sorry if I gave you false hopes but.. you are not what I am looking for. I'm actually looking for nothing..

You looked at him, still planted in front of him, the heart which had stopped beating. You wanted him to tell you that he was laughing, that he still loved you, as much as last night. You wanted him to take you in his arms. You wanted to go back and come to his house, come with him to his bed. But even now you wondered if he would have had the same reaction.

- I mean.. of course. You were drunk, and you were certainly confused, but you know, if you want tonight we can have dinner together if you're free, because-

His door had just opened and a girl had just come out of the house looking at her father and then at you.

- Hi ! You're the new neighbor ? Finally one that isn't old! You're my father's age right? You look a little younger than him tho-

- Sarah.

- Sorry dad.. She said, a smile on the lips.

- Yes I am haha. And I think so ? I love your outfit ! You are really very pretty.. Sarah that's it ? You said smiling at her.

- Thanks ! And yes it's Sarah, she answered you before to turn to her father, can he eat breakfast with us ?

Joel gave him a vague look before looking at you, but this time you could spot sadness or maybe shame in his eyes, which yesterday made you feel like a king.

- No, he was going to leave when you arrived.

You didn't understand anything, and you still hoped that he would change his mind, that he would tell you that he still loved you, that it hadn't changed. You wanted everything to go back to how it was last night.

- That's right, bye Sarah, and bye Joel.. See you soon. You said, walking back home, hands shaking.

After that day, luckily, you often came to their house, to help Sarah with her homework or fix things, but it was just an excuse to see Joel again. He seemed less cold with you but never again did he have a romantic gesture towards you. You bottled up these feelings for so long..

When the pandemic arrived, when Sarah died and when Joel lost everything, you were there for him. He couldn't sleep for days and one night, he came to see you, he lay down next to you and he fell asleep, taking you in his arms. You pretended to sleep but you were well aware. Your heart had started beating again. And you felt his calming down. The morning after, he didn't leave, he didn't pretend, he just cried, and you hugged him. For 30 minutes you were glued to each other, for half an hour, the infected, the bombardments, the pandemic, everything was not important.

After that night and morning, Joel started to act as if nothing had happened.

Sometimes you regret not having broached the subject, but also for not having stayed with him that night when he begged you to come with him in his bed.

He was the first to wake up and scare you. Removing you from your memories.

- Good morning (y/n).

You turn back to him, who decided to sit down across from you, staring longingly at your coffee.

- Good morning, Joel, you want some ?

- Yea. You were thinking of something ?

You gave him a thoughtful look, you passed him your coffee thermostat and decided after all these years to finally talk to him.

- Yea, I was thinking of us.

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hii thank you sm for reading my one shot ! it's my first one and I hope you liked it <3 Anyway have a great day or night !

#joel miller x male reader #joel miller #the last of us #the last of us x male reader #joel miller x reader #male reader #gay #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal

[giulliadella]

Hellraiser: the Toll is dumb AF

You freaks liked my review of The Scarlet Gospels, so I'm here to deliver this short review of another garbage Hellraiser novel while I'm procrastinating with studying for the finals. Spoilers for the entire thing (and some funny fanart) below:

Hellraiser: the Toll is a novella written by Mark E. Miller that serves as a passage between The Hellbound Hearts/Hellraiser movie and The Scarlet Gospels. It sucks harder than a black hole.

Short summary (5 sentences)

Kirsty Cotton is a depressed fucked up person that is running from place to place because she's scared of "The Cold Man" which is a nickname she gave to Pinhead. She gets a letter from some random theology professor and decides to go visit The Devil's Island in French Guiana where she's told the Cenobite would wait for her. She goes to a hotel kept by an old lady and a butler named Walter, the old lady is skinned alive and the butler tries to kill Kirsty, but she smacks his face with a hammer and kills him. Then she enters the jungle prison on the Devil's Island and meets Pinhead, they chat, then argue, then start a fight which ends by Kirsty smashing his face with a hammer and taking out one of his nails. She returns home and keeps the nail in a jar on her night stand.

Endlessly confused plot

I honestly can't tell what universe does this book describe. It's a mashup of "The Hellbound Heart" and Hellraiser movie, but the second movie is not cannon, which is very weird. The author basically picked and chose whatever random thing he liked and made a senseless mashup. One of the worst things about it is the same fucking issue with the Boom! comics and that is that Kirsty hates Pinhead because he "killed her father and ruined her family". Which is pure bullshit from every angle. In "The Hellbound Heart", Cenobites only killed Frank and Julia and let her go. In Hellraiser, they also killed Frank and Julia and she barely escaped. Her father was killed by FUCKING FRANK. Pinhead didn't ruin Kirsty's family, Frank did. I don't think that Kirsty would hold any ill intent towards the Cenobites, in fact, in Hellraiser 2 she objectively doesn't. She wanted to save them for fuck's sake. And they all gave their lives for her. I really have no idea why would she have any reasons to hate Pinhead, but oh well.

Pinhead acts like a whiny little child

Seriously, what the fuck is with these books and assassination of Pinhead's character? Why the FUCK is he depicted as narcissistic, misogynistic motherfucker, when he couldn't be further from it? Also, why does he use his fists to fight Kirsty when he can summon chains with hooks by will and also has like 12 butchering knives hanging from his belt? The worst part is probably the dialogue, especially when he says "Jesus wept", like, come on, that's the dumbest thing I've ever read. Does the motherfucker who wrote this think that Frank and Pinhead have any parallels? Because if he does, he needs a hit on his head with a hammer, just to reset his brain.

Hell is shit - literally

The description of Hell in this book is even dumber than in Scarlet Gospels. It says that the floor in Hell is made of shit. And there's a hole and people in Hell worship the hole and throw babies in it. Like, what the fuck. Also, I fucking hate the fact that he described Cenobites as foul smelling. Do your research, motherfucker, they smell like vanilla! There is some stench of rot beneath, but nobody in the entire franchise never had the urge to vomit when they were close to the Cenobites, so it can't be strong. I don't know how did the author of this garbage come to the idea that Cenobites smell like shit and that Hell is made of shit, but it's literally like how a 13 year old would describe it. I don't know what is the reason, but maybe, just maybe, straight men have much different interpretation of what Cenobites are compared to queer women like myself.

Stuff I liked

There was one scene where a demon was running in the rain screaming FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK! until he was struck by lightning. I laughed my ass off with that.

The fact that Kirsty kept the nail she knocked out of Pinhead's face by her bedside was so cute. Like, this book has some shipping, but it fucking sucks. Mostly because both Pinhead and Kirsty are very much out of character. But keeping the nail was definitely in character for her lol.

Overall, this entire book could be summed up by this illustration:

The Toll sucks. It doesn't suck as much as Scarlet Gospels, and, thank Goddess, it's only 40 pages long. But it still sucks. It ruins both Pinhead and Kirsty and their relationship and it's definitely not worth your time. If you want good stories about the Hell Priest and his human crush, go to AO3, there are many of superior quality.

#hellraiser #book review #rant #fanart #pinhead #kirsty cotton

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Nightmare

Masterlist

A man drives down the street, into his garage and turns off the engine, a Michigan number license plate displayed on the bumper. The garage door starts winding down by itself and he looks at it, confused. His car doors then self lock. He struggles but cannot open them.

The ignition key turns by itself and the engine starts. Exhaust smoke begins filling the garage. The man struggles to turn off the engine to no avail. The radio flicks on and the man begins to cough.

"Help. Somebody help me!" He screams. By now the smoke is very thick and he keels over, unconscious. 

I sit up bolt right and I began to take deep, quick breathes as a cold sweat runs down my face. That dream felt way too real....unless...oh no! I thought as I quickly get up and switch the lights on and start to change clothes when my phone goes off. I grab it and answer it. "Hello?" I answered. "Please tell me you didn't have the same vision?" Sam's voice asked and I stopped.

"Unless you dreamt about a man dying in his car, then no." I said and Sam sighed. "Crap." I said.

Dean was driving the Impala while Sam was on the phone and I was sitting in the backseat. "McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven." Sam said as he reads from his notebook. "Yeah ok, just hurry." He said and I tap my foot on the floor of the car and let out a sigh.

"Guys relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean said. "Yeah, tell us about it." I grumbled as I fold my arms across my chest. "I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This licence plate, it won't check out. You'll see." Dean said.

"It felt different, Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica." Sam said. "And how do you explain that I had the same vision, Dean? Especially when I had the same vision about your old house when I've never been there before?" I asked, curiously.

"Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?" Dean asked us. "I don't know." Sam and I exclaimed. "Me neither." Dean said and I scoff before Sam turns back to his phone. "Yes I'm here." He said. He listens, glares at Dean, then picks up his pen. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." He said as he writes on his notebook then hangs up his phone.

"Checks out. How far are we?" He asked Dean. "From Saginaw? Couple of hours." Dean said. "Drive faster." I said, firmly, and Dean puts the pedal to the metal.

Eventually, we cruise to a stop and see the ambulances and someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag. Sam and I turn to each other in the car then we look at Dean, who looks concerned.

Moments later, we approach the watching crowd. "What happened?" Dean asked the woman he walked up to. "Suicide. Can't believe it." She said as I go and stand next Dean and Sam goes to stand on the woman's other side.

"Did you know them?" He asked her. "Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seems...seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." She said and I stare straight ahead at the building. "Guess not." I said then I turned to the woman.

"How are they saying it happened?" I asked her. "I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running." She replied.

"Do you know about what time they found him?" Sam asked. "Oh it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through." She said, sadly.

Then a woman stands on the front step of the house, crying and leaning against a middle aged man. A young man stands behind them, looking distraught. I watch them, grimacing, then I turn to walk away. Sam walks up to my side as we walk over to the trunk of the Impala.

"Guys, we got here as fast we we could." Dean tries to assure us as he comes up to us. "Not fast enough." Sam grumbles. "It doesn't make any sense man. Why would Sam and I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance we could stop them from happening?" I asked, annoyed. "I dunno." Dean said and Sam and I shake our head.

"So what do you think killed him?" Sam asked Dean. "Maybe the guy just killed himself? Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all." Dean replied, shrugging. "I'm telling you, I watched it happen." Sam said to him and I nodded. "Same here. He was murdered by something, Dean. I watched it trap him in the garage." I said.

"What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?" Dean asked. "I don't know what it was." Sam said, getting worked up. "Hell, I don't know why Sam and I are having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening, Dean." I said as I run my hands over my face. 

Once I was done I turned to see Dean staring at me. "What?" I asked him. "Nothing. I'm just, I'm worried about you and Sam." Dean said. "Well, don't look at us like that!" I said, annoyed. "I'm not looking at you like anything." Dean said as he looks away. Then he glances back at me and said. "Though I gotta say, you guys do look like crap."

"Nice." Sam scoffs as I said, sarcastically. "Thanks, Dean. Helps with my self-confidence." 

"Come on, lets just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family." Dean said as he goes to the driver's side of the car. "Dean, you saw them, they're devastated They're not going to want to talk to us." Sam said as he gestures towards house. "Yeah, you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to." Dean said after he thinks for a moment.

"Who?" Sam and I asked and Dean smirks at us.

Next morning, Dean reaches out to the doorbell and push it as I fix my tunic. "This has gotta be a whole new low for us." Sam sighs as I look at him and Dean in their priest outfits. Dean turns to smirk at us then back at the door as it opens, revealing a man standing there.

"Good Afternoon. I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley and this is Sister Criss. We're new junior priests and she's a new nun over at St Augustines. May we come in?" Dean asked the man, who nods. "Thanks." Dean said and the three of us enter.

"We're very sorry for your loss." Sam said to the man. "It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed." Dean said and the man rolls his eyes. "Look, you wanna pitch your whole Lord has a plan thing? Fine. Just don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead." He spat and a woman comes up to him.

"Roger. Please!" She exclaims at him and Roger turns back to us. "Excuse me." He said and he walks away as the woman turns to us. "I'm sorry about my brother in law. He's...he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you like some coffee?" She asked. "That would be great." Dean replied.

We were sitting on the couch in the living room as Ms. Miller pours coffee and hands it around to us. "It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now." She said to us. "Of course. After all we are all God's children." Dean said and Sam and I glance over at him. Ms Miller walks away and Dean immediately takes more cocktail sausages from the coffee table.

Chewing contentedly, he looks at Sam and I as we shake our heads at him. "What?" He asked. "Just...tone it down a little bit, Father." I said to him as Ms Miller returns.

"So Ms Miller, did you husband have a history of depression?" I asked her. "Nothing like that." She replied then she began to get upset. "We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy." She said then she breaks down. "I just don't understand...how Jim could do something like this." She cries.

"I'm so sorry you had to find him like that." Sam said to her. "Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him." She said as she gestures behind her.

Sam and I look up and see a young man, maybe around mine and Sam's age, sitting in the corner of the dining room. "Do you mind if maybe, we go talk to him?" Sam asked, gesturing between me and him. "Oh thank you, Father and Sister." She said and Sam and I stand up and approach Max.

"Max? Hey, I'm Sam and this is (y/n)." Sam introduced and I nod at him. Max nods at us as he looks between us then looks ahead of himself.

"So what was your Dad like?" I asked him. "Just a normal Dad." Max replied. "Yeah. You live at home now?" Sam asked. "Yeah. Trying to save up for school but it's hard." Max said.

"So when you found your dad..." I said, not knowing how to finish it but Max looks up at me. "I woke up, I heard the engine running." He started to say but there was a long pause before he speaks again. "I don't know why he did it." He said.

"I know it's rough, losing a parent. Especially when you don't have all the answers." I said and Max nods, slightly. 

Sam talks to him some more but I noticed Dean was not in the living room. I went and asked Ms Miller where he was and she told me he went upstairs to go to the restroom. I make my way upstairs then turn to my left to see Dean standing there, looking relieved.

"Anything?" I asked him. "Zip." He replied and we make our way back down the stairs.

That night, Dean was cleaning his weapons, while I typed away on my laptop, sitting on one of the beds, when Sam enters the hotel room. "What do you have?" Dean asked Sam. "A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built." Sam replied as he goes to sit down next to me.

"What about the land?" I asked him. "No grave yards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property." Sam said as he sinks down into the bed. "Hey man I told you, I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfer scent. Nada." Dean said. "And the family said everything was normal?" I asked Dean. "Well, if there was a demon or poltergiest in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the infer-red thermal scanner and there was nothing." Dean replied.

"So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and mine and (y/n)'s dream was just some sort of freakish coincidence??" Sam asked, annoyed. "I dunno. I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house." Dean said when I felt a pounding against my head.

I start to rub my temples as Sam said. "Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house." He said then he starts to take a deep breath, I do the same as I hold my head.

"Maybe it's just..." I said as I hold my hand to my forehead. "...maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?" I asked then I groan in pain just as I hear Sam groaning too.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Dean asked, concerned. "My head." Sam and I groaned in anguish and I back onto the bed as I hear the laptop fall to the ground.

"Sam? (Y/n)? Hey, Hey! What's going on? Talk to me." Dean said and I open my eyes and stare at him.

Suddenly, I flash out of the motel room and see Roger enter his kitchen with a bag of groceries. He notices the window is open and closes. He goes to unbag his groceries when the window opens again. He turns to it, stares at it then closes it and locks it.

When he returns to unpacking, the lock moves by itself and the window slides open again. Roger, confused, attempts to close it but it sticks.

He leans out, twisting to look up at the top of the window when the window slides closed, decapitating him. Blood gushes up over the window.

Next thing I knew, I see Dean standing over me as he has a concerned look on his face. "It's happening again." I said then I look over at Sam. "Did you see...?" I started to ask but he nods. "See what?!" Dean asked. "Something's gonna kill Roger Miller." Sam replied, frantically.

Later, Dean was driving as I sat in the backseat, still rubbing my temples, while Sam was talking on his phone, also holding his head. I could still feel the pain that vision gave me, it felt like the worse hangover you could ask for. The hangover from hell as I like to call it.

"Roger Miller. Ah no no, just the address please. Ok, thanks." Sam said into the phone then he hangs up and turns to Dean. "450 West Grove, Apartment 1120." He replied.

"You guys ok?" Dean asked us, concerned.

"Yeah." Sam and I replied, in unison. "If you guys are gonna hurl, I'll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery..." Dean said but Sam and I, both, shouted. "I'm fine."

"All right." Dean said, holding a hand up for a moment. "Just drive." Sam said as I look between the boys and sigh, heavily. "Boys, I'm scared. These nightmares weren't bad enough, now Sam and I are seeing things when we're awake? And these, visions, or whatever, they're getting more intense. And painful." I said and Sam nods. "Come on (y/n), you two will be all right. It'll be fine." Dean said, calmly.

"What is it about the Millers? Why are (y/n) and I connected to them, why are we watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to us?" Sam asked, scared and annoyed. "I don't know, Sam, but we'll figure it out. We've faced the unexplainable every day. This is just another thing." Dean said. "No. It's never been us. It's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can't tell me this doesn't freak you out." Sam said

Dean stares straight ahead for a long moment before he said. "This doesnt freak me out." Sam and I stare at him, then I turn away and look out at the window.

We pull up as Roger approaches the entrance with a bag of groceries. "Hey Roger." Sam shouts out the window and Roger turns then rolls his head at us. "What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone." He said. "Please!" I shout through the window but Roger was gone. Dean guns the engine, jumping the curb as he hurriedly parks and Sam and I run out of the car.

"Hey. Roger. We're trying to help!" Dean shouts.

"Please! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey." Sam shouts.

"We're just trying to help!" I yelled as we run up to entrance. But Roger closes the door behind him. "I don't want your help." He said and he walks away. "We're not priests or a nun, you gotta listen to us!" Sam calls out after him. "Roger, you're in danger!" Dean shouts but he was gone.

"Come on. Come on, come on." Dean said to us and we run around the corner to a back entrance, which was securely locked. Dean quickly looks around then kicks it open.

We jump to the first level of the fire escape then run up the stairs. When we make it to the first floor from Roger's house, we hear the window slide down and a wet squelching noise. Sam and I freeze at this as I felt my stomach drop while Dean sprints past us and grabs the railing.

I follow him and see Roger's head lying in the flower bed under the window, his blood all over the kitchen window. Sam joins us as I placed a hand over my mouth.

After a long pause, Dean pulls out some hankerchief from his pocket and throws a couple to me and Sam and he starts to wipe down the railing. "Start wiping down yout fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here. Come on, come on!" He said and Sam and I quickly wipe down the railings as fast as we could.

Dean uses his rag to push up the window leading out to the fire escape. "I'm gonna take a look inside." He said and he climbs inside while Sam and I continue wiping down the metal railing.

"I'm telling you there was nothing in there. No signs either, just like the Miller's house." Dean said after we were done on the fire escape and head back to the Impala. "I saw something, in the vision. Like a dark shape. Something was....something was stalking Roger." I said to Dean. "Yeah, I saw the same thing." Sam said.

"Whatever it was, are you guys sure it's not connected to their house?" Dean asked. "No, it's connected to the family themselves." Sam said.

"So what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?" I asked Dean. "Well yeah, there's a few that have been known to latch onto families, follow them for years." Dean replied. "Angiak. Banshees." I listed and Dean shrugs. "Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy." He said.

"And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying." Sam said and I stop in my tracks.

"Hey you think Max is in Danger?" I asked them. "Let's figure it out before he is." Dean said. "Well, I know one thing we have in common with these people." Sam said as we make it to the Impala.

"What's that?" Dean asked. "Our families are cursed." Sam replied.

"Our family's not cursed! We just...had our dark spots." Dean huffs. "Our dark spots are...pretty dark." I said as I gesture to all of us. "You're....dark." Dean remarks and I scoff and roll my eyes. "Real mature, Winchester." I said as we climb into the Impala.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

SEASON FIVE

"No, we're not family. We're related. There's a difference"

"I'm alone"

"We're all alone!"

"It's so annoying when people assume you're straight just because you've dated or been married to someone of the opposite sex"

"You'd know that"

"Also, there's more than just gay and straight. Nanda could be bi. Or pan"

"I wasn't a man at that moment. I was a— I was a bomb fixed to— to explode, and I did, and I still don't know why I did, but I did, and it doesn't matter if it was him"

"We deserve to get out"

"Yeah, well, so did Nate Senior. Now he's dead"

"He can't in prison. This will scare her"

"The only people you're scaring is us with your sociopathic brain"

"Psychopathic brain— just to be clear"

"I don't want to hear from any of you. Genius one spoke, and now I want to hear from genius two"

"Food was good, though"

"She was, wasn't she?"

"Excuse me?"

"So they slaughtered him. They shot a defenseless man in the head, and here we are— another black man's body being paraded in the court and me having to beg for justice"

Main cast

— Sarah Drew as April Coleman / SCHOOL PRESIDENT / "I have a good plan. Be happy"

— Aja Naomi King as Michaela Pratt / PROM QUEEN / "The only people you're scaring is us with your sociopathic brain"

— Jack Falahee as Connor Walsh / HAIR GEL / "I didn't think that I could ever feel these things before I met you, but, Oliver, I want a long, boring, normal life because it's with you. You're everything to me"

— Viola Davis as Annalise Keating / THE PROFESSOR / "The FBI has labeled him as a black identity extremist. As if it's so extreme to think that black lives matter."

— Karla Souza as Laurel Castillo / WALLFLOWER / "Okay, that is between me and April"

— Liza Weil as Bonnie Winterbottom / BON BON / "Annalise was right. Ron was playing me. I just didn't want to see it"

— Charlie Weber as Frank Delfino / HITMAN / "He's gone. They're both gone"

— Matt McGorry as Asher Millstone / DOUCHEFACE / "No one's as hot as you"

— Conrad Ricamora as Oliver Hampton / THAT IT GUY / "Connor, as I stand here with you now, I realize that my dream wasn't the... wedding or the tux or Bryan Adams. My dream was you"

Side cast

Rome Flynn as Gabriel Maddox

Billy Brown as Nate Lahey

Paul Dano as Trevor Peterson

John Hensley as Ronald Miller

Timothy Hutton as Emmett Crawford

Amirah Vann as Tegan Price

Jessica Marie Garcia as Rhonda Navarro

Warning

— Spoilers

— Mention/description of blood/injury/death

— Mature content

— Shitty writing

— Spelling/grammar errors

Enjoy!

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[aspenmissing]

𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Sam starts up from his bed, suddenly wide awake. He looks over to the couch to see Theo sleeping peacefully with her back to him then looks across to where Dean is sleeping peacefully in his bed. Sam sits a moment, then moves into action, flipping on the light switch and shaking his older siblings.

"Dean. Theo" The moment Dean stirs and Theo groans, Sam rises and starts gathering his things.

"What are you doing man" Dean says, rubbing his eyes.

"It's the middle of the night" Theo adds, putting her arm over her eyes. Dean rises himself on his elbows.

"We have to go"

"What's happening?" Dean asks.

"We have to go. Right now," Sam grabs his bag and walks out. The twins look at each other and shakes their heads.

"Will there ever be an off switch" Theo says.

==

Theo is driving, Sam is on the phone and Dean is looking at a map.

"McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two-door sedan, Michigan licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah ok, just hurry" Sam says into the phone, reading from a Michigan State Police ID. He hangs up.

"Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare" Theo says softly.

"Yeah, tell me about it"

"She means it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This licence plate, it won't check out. You'll see"

"It felt different guys. Real. Like when I dreamt about out old house. And Jessica"

"Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about out home, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" Dean asks.

"No"

"No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan"

"I don't know"

"Me neither" Sam's phone rings and he picks it up.

"Yes, I'm here. Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks" Sam hangs up "Checks out. How far are we?"

"From Saginaw? Coupla hours" Theo says. Sam turns to Dean.

"Drive faster"

==

The Impala cruises to a stop, the boys see the Emergency vehicles and someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag. The three looks at each other in the car, Dean and Theo concerned, Sam upset.

==

Dean approaches the watching crowd.

"What happened?" Dean asks a woman.

"Suicide. Can't believe it" Sam and Theo coming up behind and standing on the woman's other side.

"Did you know them?" Sam asks.

"Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seems...seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors"

"Guess not" Theo says, staring straight ahead.

"How did...ahh. How are they saying it happened?"

"I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running"

"Do you know about what time they found him?"

"Oh, it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through" A woman stands on the front step of the house, crying and leaning against a middle-aged man. A young man stands behind them, looking distraught. Sam watches, grimacing, then turns to walk away. Dean and Theo notices and follows him back to lean against the Impala's bonnet.

"Sam, we got here as fast we could" Theo says.

"Not fast enough. It doesn't make any sense guys. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance, I could stop them from happening?"

"I dunno"

"So, what do you think killed him?" Sam asks, shaking his head and sighing.

"Maybe the guy just killed himself? Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all" Sam shakes his head.

"I'm telling you; I watched it happen. He was murdered by something guys. I watched it trap him in the garage"

"What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?" Theo asks.

"I don't know what it was. I don't know why I'm having these dreams; I don't know what the hell is happening" Sam says, getting a little worked up. Dean and Theo stares at Sam for a long moment "What"

"Nothing. We're just, we're worried about you man" Dean says.

"Well, don't look at me like that!" The twins look away.

"We're not looking at you like anything" Theo says, she glances back followed by Dean "Though I gotta say, you do look like crap"

"Nice. Thanks"

"Come on, let’s just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family" Dean says, moving to open the car door.

"Dean, you saw them, they're devastated. They're not going to want to talk to us" Dean thinks.

"Yeah, you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to"

"Who?" Sam asks. Dean smirks, Theo understanding.

"No, absolutely not"

==

Dean presses the doorbell.

"This has gotta be a whole new low for us" Sam says, sighing. Dean turns to smirk at Sam then Theo, who's shaking hr head, then looks at the door. A man opens the door.

"Good afternoon. I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley and Sister Kolton. We're new junior priests and sister over at St Augustines. May we come in?" The man nods.

"Thanks" Theo says, entering.

"We're very sorry for your loss" Sam says.

"It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed"

"Look, you wanna pitch your whole 'Lord has a plan' thing? Fine. Just don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead" A woman appears.

"Roger. Please!"

"Excuse me" Roger says, moving away.

"I'm sorry about my brother-in-law. He's...he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you like some coffee?"

"That would be great" Dean says. A short time later Dean is on the lounge while Sam and Theo are in armchairs. Ms Miller pours coffee and hands it around.

"It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now" she says.

"Of course. After all we are all God's children" She walks away and Dean immediately takes more cocktail sausages from the coffee table. Chewing contentedly, he looks at Sam shaking his head then Theo who's looking away trying not to laugh.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Just...tone it down a little bit, Father" Ms Miller returns.

"So, Ms Miller, did your husband have any history of depression?" Theo asks.

"Nothing like that" Ms Miller begins to be upset "We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy" She breaks down "I just don't understand...how Jum could do something like that"

"I'm so sorry you have to find him like that" Sam says.

"Actually, out son Max. he was the one who found him" Ms Miller says, gesturing behind her. Sam looks through the door into the dining room and sees Max sitting in the corner, staring into space.

"Do you mind if maybe, I go talk to him?" Sam asks.

"Ok thank you Father" Sam approaches Max in the other room.

"Max? Hey, I'm Sam"

==

"Ms Miller you have a lovely home. How long have you lived here?" Theo asks.

"We moved in about five years ago"

"The only problem with these old houses. I bet you have all kind of headaches"

"Like what?" Ms Miller asks.

"Well, weird leaks, electrical shortages, odd settling noises at night. That kind of thing"

"No, nothing like that. It's been perfect"

"Huh. May I use your restroom" Dean asks.

"Oh sure, it's just up the stairs" Dean rises, taking another cocktail sausage.

==

"So, what was your Dad like?" Sam asks.

"Just a normal Dad"

"Yeah. You live at home now?"

"Yeah. Trying to save up for school bit it's hard"

"So, when you found your dad..."

"I woke up, I heard the engine running" There's a long pause "I don't know why he did it"

"I know it's rough, losing a parent. Especially when you don't know all the answers.

==

Dean enters the hallway. Checking the coast is clear, he pulls an infer-red thermal scanner from his pocket and turns it on, shining it into rooms as he passes. As he reaches the end of the hall, he hears footsteps coming up the stairs and hastily hides the scanner just as Sam and Theo appears.

"Anything?" Sam asks.

"Zip" They move back down the stairs together.

==

Back in the motel, Dean and Theo are cleaning their weapons when Sam enters.

"What do you have?" Dean asks.

"A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built"

"What about the land?" Dean asks.

"No grave yards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property" Sam says, sinking into the bed, besides Theo.

"Hey man I told you; I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfer scent. Nada" Dean says.

"And the family said everything was normal?"

"Well, if there was a demon or poltergeist in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the infer-red thermal scanner man, and there was nothing"

"So, what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sorta freakish coincidence??"

"I dunno. I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house" Sam rubs his temples.

"Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house" Sam takes a deep breath, holding his head "Maybe it's just...Gosh" Sam holds his hand to his forehead "...maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?"

"What's wrong with you?" Dean asks. Sam starts making anguished noises and sinking front the bed to crouch on the floor.

"Ahh. My head" Theo jumps of the bed and Dean stands up, rushing over to the two.

"Sam? Hey" Theo says, crouching and grabs Sam's arm "Hey! What's going on? Talk to me" Dean watches with furrowed eyebrows. A minute or so later Sam focuses back to Dean and Theo in the motel room.

"It's happening again. Something's gonna kill Roger Miller"

==

The three are in the Impala and Theo is driving.

"Roger Miller. Ah no, no, just the address please. Ok, thanks" Sam says, slowly into his phone, holding his head "450 West Grove, Apartment 1120" Sam says to Dean.

"You, okay?" Theo asks.

"Yeah"

"If you're gonna hurt, Dean will pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery..."

"I'm fine"

"All right" Dean says.

"Just drive" Sam looks at Dean, sighs heavily, and looks away "Guys I'm scared. These nightmares weren't bad enough, now I'm seeing things when I'm awake? And these, visions, or whatever, they're getting more intense. And painful"

"Come on man, you'll be all right. It'll be fine" Theo says.

"What is it about the Millers. Why am I connected to them, why am I watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to me?"

"We don't know Sam but we'll figure it out. We've faced the unexplainable every day. This is just another thing"

"No. It's never been us. It's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can't tell me this doesn't freak the two of you out" Dean stares straight ahead for a long moment.

"This doesn't freak me out" he says, Theo shakes her head. Sam stares at the two, then turns away.

==

The Impala pulls up as Roger approaches the entrance with a bag of groceries.

"Hey Roger" Sam says out the window.

"What are you guys, missionaries?" Leave me alone"

"Please!" But Roger is gone. Dean guns the engine, jumping the curb as he hurriedly parks. Sam gets out and runs after him, followed by Theo and Dean "Hey. Roger. We're trying to help. Please! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey" Sam runs up to the entrance just as Roger closes the door it behind him.

"I don't want you help" Roger walks away.

"We're not priests, you gotta listen to us!" Sam calls after him.

"Roger, you're in danger!" Dean shouts.

"Come on. Come on. Come on" Theo says, looking around. Sam, Dean and Theo run around the corner to a back entrance, it is securely locked. Theo quickly looks around then kicks it open. They jump to the first level of the fire escape then run up the stairs. When they are one floor from Roger’s house, they hear the window slide down and a wet squelching noise. Sam freezes, Theo sprints past him and grabs the railing, followed by Dean. Roger's head lies in the flower bed under the window, his blood all over the kitchen window. Sam joins them. After a long pause Dean pulls material from his pocket, throwing one to Sam and one to Theo and starting to wipe down the railing

"Start wiping down your fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here. Come on, come on!" They start wiping down the rail "I'm gonna take a look inside" Dean says, using his rag to push up the window leading out to the fire escape. Sam and Theo continue wiping down the metal railing.

==

"I'm telling you there was nothing in there. No signs either, just like the Miller's house"

"I saw something, in the vision. Like a dark shape. Something was...something was talking Roger"

"Whatever it was, are you sure it's not connected to their house?" Theo asks.

"No, it's connected to the family themselves. So, what do you two thinks, like a vengeful spirit?"

"Well yeah, there's a few that have been known to latch onto families, follow them for a year’s"

"Angiak. Banshees"

"Basically, like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy"

"And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying. Hey you think Max is in Danger?"

"Let's figure it out before he is"

"Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people"

"What's that?" Dean asks.

"Both our families were cursed"

"Our families not cursed! We just...had out dark spots" Theo says, huffing.

"Out dark spores are...pretty dark"

"You're...dark" Dean says.

*Time Skip*

Walking up to the Miller house, Dean, Theo and Sam rea lead in by Max. Dean and Sam are wearing their priest's outfits while Theo wears her sister missionary outfit.

"My Mom's resting, she's pretty wrecked" Max says.

"Of course,"

"All these people kept coming like, casseroles? I finally had to tell them all to go away. You know because nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole" Sam smiles and Max smiles back. Max gestures to the lounge and they all take seats. There is a moment silence, then Sam sighs.

"How you holding up?" Sam asks, softly.

"Ok"

"Your dad and your uncle were close" Theo says.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hand out all the time when I was little"

"But not lately much?" She asks.

"No, it's not that. It's just.... we used to be neighbours when I was a kid, and we lived across town in this house. Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time"

"Right. So how was it in that house when you were a kid?" Sam asks.

"It was fine. Why?"

"All good memories? Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe?" Dean asks.

"What do ya...why do you ask?" Max asks.

"Just a question"

"No, there was nothing. We are totally normal. Happy"

"Good. That's good. Well, you must be exhausted. We should take off"

"Right" Theo says then look at Max "Thanks"

"Yeah" Theo, Sam and Dean walk out of the house and stand beside the Impala.

"No one's family is totally normal and happy. See when he was talking about his old house?"

"He sounded scared" Sam says.

"Yeah, Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find the old neighbourhood, find out what life was really like for the Millers"

#Supernatural #older sister winchester #oc insert #Supernatural Fanfiction #Supernatural Fandom

[brokentoys]

🔥 Something you're salty about? Or not, it is an unpopular opinion!

OLD MAN YELLS AT CLOUD / ACCEPTING . . .

Something I've often complain about but it's simply because I can't really think about anything else that makes me salty atm. But depictions of Eddie where he's pathetic and/or cowardly. And I guess it drives me wild that most of Tumblr (er, Bman fandom at least on here) seems to eat it up. They adore him as a soppin pathetic mess. BUUUT LIKE. Realistically speaking. In a crime ridden city, somebody who hides in their bowler hat and gets beaten around isn't actually gonna last long. He'd be killed fast. I don't mind the occasional silly Batman rogue like Condiment King just for some every now and then comic relief. But to see Eddie constantly depicted in such a way just gets tiring.

In my opinion, Eddie should be a badass that's consistently seen as a threat among the vigilantes and the other rogues. And THAT itself shouldn't be an unpopular opinion. Many people claim Eddie can't be taken seriously. Why? Because of the riddles? Yet this is a world where a man dresses as an animal with a child in colorful clothing, and they go around beating up a clown. Oh, and he's also in love with a woman also dressed up like an animal. Like if Batman never existed, and I was to give that concept to people who had no knowledge of DC - it sounds absolutely ridiculous. Yet, for some reason, the idea of Eddie being a threatening villain is seen as ridiculous. And he can't be anything more but a comic relief and/or punching bag. I'm sorry, but I will never understand why it's so hard for many fans to see Eddie as actually threatening. Even his fans here have a hard time seeing it - as it seems the majority of ppl do enjoy Eddie that's pathetic and gets kicked around a lot. (The AMOUNT of ppl I've seen joke about him being a lightweight when it comes to alcohol/weed, or how he's a Super Virgin. Makes me wanna bang my head against the wall)

Funny enough, as much as I hate his writing, Tom King does understand Eddie can be threatening. Exceeeept. Tom King's writing is so miserable, and lacks the actual meaning, creative, or political depth that Frank Miller, Alan Moore, or even Grant Morrison's writing had. (Yes, Frank is, understandably, a controversial writer now. But Frank's earlier works were actually quite amazing) So, even though Tom does take Eddie seriously - he's one of my least favorite Eddies because Tom's idea of a mature comic is that everyone is miserable, and everyone swears after every other sentence. But that falls under another line of DC problems; making every villain the worst person imaginable.

Anyway, I don't mind the occasional jabs at Eddie. Every rogue should have the occasional jab. But I just can't stand it when Eddie's potential is push aside to just be the pathetic babey meow meow. I can't be too annoyed at the fandom just because DC actively pushes this characterization. While Eddie's been lame like this since the beginning of his time (Do NOT get me started on the Hush sequel that wasn't written Jeph.) it just seems this depiction of him is even more prevalent now.

I keep hoping the most recent movie would help with Ed's characterization in other modern medias. But honestly? I don't think it will. Accidentally, it may have done more damage given that, while people liked Eddie's depiction in it. He did have a rather uhhh... very nerdy look to him, and looked a lot like a Reddit incel (which birthed a lot of incel jokes, very unfortunately). And just overall awkward.

But I dunno, maybe one day Eddie can make his place as a rogue that's both threatening, and respected.

#oculusxcaro #( 🧩 ✧ INFERIOR PUPPETEER ✧ | OOC ) #( 🧩 ✧ SENT TO ARKHAM ✧ | INBOX ) #// maybe i'm delusional bc i love this character so much but like... it also just feels #// BECAUSE he's known to be pathetic or not even well liked by fans #// other comic characters will treat eddie harsher than usual just bc #// they know fans don't care or would even LIKE to see that lmao #// tiring!!! it's tiring as hell being an eddie stan!! u_u

[albertasunrise]

Let the Best Man Win - Part 4

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Summary: You’ve known Frankie all your life and have harboured a crush on him for as long as you can remember. Thing is, he doesn't feel the same. Little do you know, his best friend has a thing for you. What happens when you learn this leads to a messy chain of events that’ll leave more than one person with their heartbroken...

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader, Reader x Ben Miller

Warnings: I'm just going to say that there are some heavy subjects in this chapter and if you're easily triggered with anything to do with babies or pregnancy. Please don't read. This is seriously angsty and I'm sorry in advance.

Part 1, Part 2 Part 3

Ben sat vigil by Frankie's bed. He'd cried numerous times over the state he'd left his friend in. His face was black and blue, the white butterfly stitches pulling his cuts closed standing out in stark contrast to the rest of his complexion. He hated how he'd let himself go. Let himself get consumed by his anger. He'd barely spoken to you in the three days Frankie had been here, he needed time to figure out what he wanted but he was becoming pretty sure it wasn't you anymore.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a weak groan. His eyes flew open when he looked up at his friend who was coming to, slowly but surely. Ben frantically pressed the bell on the bed as Frank started to become more and more aware, his groans getting louder. He cried as the pain started to filter through and awareness returned to him. God he hurt.

"It's okay Fish." Ben soothed "Help's coming brother. Just try and relax."

Frankie calmed at the sound of Ben's voice, his vitals calming a little as a few nurses and the doctor filed into his room.

"Francisco, my name is Dr Hill. Can you hear me?" He asked slowly, smiling when Frankie nodded "Great. Now can you try and open your eyes for me, Francisco?"

"He prefers Frankie." Ben piped up, grabbing the doctor's attention "Francisco makes him feel like he's in trouble."

"Frankie, if you can, can you open your eyes for me." The doctor asked again.

The man grunted a little, trying his hardest to open his heavy, swollen, eyelids and eventually he managed it. There was a moment of calm before his monitor started to blare and everyone started to fuss.

"What's going on?"

"Frankie, I need you to calm down for me okay?" The doctor urged, a nurse taking Frank's hand in an attempt to soothe him "I know this is all a bit much but you need to calm down."

"I can't see." The man cried and Ben's heart broke.

"Okay, just try to calm down."

"I can't see." He cried out again "Why can't I see?"

"You took some pretty hard blows to the head. It's most likely temporary." The doctor assured but still, Frankie wouldn't calm.

He started to hyperventilate.

"We might need to sedate him." The doctor told a nurse to his left "Come on Frankie, you need to breathe okay? Try and follow me." Hill stated as he began to exaggerate his breaths so Frankie could follow them but the man was having none of it.

Hill nodded at the nurse he'd just spoken to and she quickly sprinted from the room. Returning with a syringe containing a fluid that she injected into Frank's IV. It didn't take long for the drug to take effect and the man was drifting. A moment later, the alarms on his monitor calmed down as he did. Ben watched this all from the corner of the room. His heart was in his throat as he awaited something, anything, from the doctor to tell him how Frankie was.

"We've had to sedate him for now." The doctor stated as he made his way over to the younger Miller "He appears to be suffering from sight loss. This isn't uncommon with patients that have suffered from a TBI. We will run some tests to be sure but I'm confident that it's temporary."

"He's a pilot." Ben stated as his eyes drifted to a sleeping Frankie "He'll be devastated if he loses his sight. It'll kill him doc."

"Like I said. I'm confident it's temporary." Doctor Hill said with a nod as he gave Ben's arm a friendly tap.

He watched as the doctor left, eyes filled with Fresh tears as he allowed himself to make his way back over to his friend and resume his place beside him.

This was all such a mess.

...

You walked through the door to Frankie's room a little after lunch. You'd brought Ben food like you did every day and you expected to be ignored like he had every day since the incident happened.

"Brought some food." You piped up, noting how he acknowledged you this time "How is he?"

"He woke up." Ben replied, his eyes not leaving the man across from him "They had to sedate him. He's woken up blind and he panicked... understandably."

"Blind?" You gasped and he nodded.

"Doc assures me it's temporary. They did a few tests. Said something about swelling around the optical nerve but still."

"If it's only temporary then it's okay Ben. He'll be okay."

"Yeah well, I looked it up." He spat, finally tearing his eyes away to look at you "And it could lead to permanent damage. There's still a chance he won't get his sight back and that's my fault Bug."

"Ben this is my fault." You stated, "This is all my fault and I'm so sorry."

Ben's eyes then fell to where your hand rested on your stomach. You weren't really showing yet but something shifted inside of him. Something protective and primal and completely unexpected burst from him. He was on his feet in a second, stalking over to you where he pulled you into his arms and held you tight.

"Ben?"

"We need to work all this out Bug." He said into your hair "Now I'm pretty certain this baby is mine but I know it could be Fish's too. So we need to work this shit out."

"There's a test they can do."

"I know. I looked it up but there's a chance of miscarriage so we are absolutely, one hundred per cent not doing that." He stated and you nodded "You hurt me Bug and I don't think I can move on from this." He continued and you nodded numbly "I can't be with you after this but I want to be a part of my baby's life. So... we need to work this shit out. When Frank wakes up we need to talk all this through. Get the truth out there in the open and put it to bed."

You nodded again, tears slipping down your cheeks.

"If Fish is the dad well, I'll be disappointed but I'll still be there for you and the kid. We may not be together but we can still be friends."

"Okay." You choked, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you stepped back out of Ben's arms "I uh... I need to go."

"Don't you wanna wait till he wakes up?" He asked in a soft tone which just hurt even more.

"I can't." You sobbed and he nodded "I just... I can't. I'm sorry."

You practically sprinted from the room. You couldn't stay there a moment longer, you had to leave. When you made it to your car you allowed yourself to cry openly. You'd known it was coming. It had been inevitable and yet still it hurt to know that you and Ben were over. You were alone.

And you deserved to be.

You kept yourself away for the weeks that followed. You needed time to process and grieve but when your 5-month scan came due. You knew you couldn't avoid them any longer. So you were relieved when Ben had arranged a little gathering at his. It would be the perfect opportunity to show them the latest scan pictures and possibly learn the sex.

The scan went fine. The doctor had been happy with the baby's progress and had put the sex in an envelope for you. You'd popped overnight and so it had been a struggle to find anything that fit you and so you'd ended up settling on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater that clung to your bump. You had arrived at Ben's a little later than the others, your appointment started late and thrown the rest of your day off but when you'd stepped into Ben's lounge, you smiled when Frankie caught sight of you.

"Hey Bug." He said, his expression nervous as he walked up to you "How are you?"

"I should be asking you that." You chuckled, noting his bruises had healed but he still had a few pink scars littering his face "You uh... you got your sight back?"

"More or less." He replied with a shrug "Still struggling to see things a little but I've been assured by the doctors that it all takes time."

"That's good."

"Been grounded though." He continued, hurt flashing across his face "Just until I can pass the medical."

You nodded.

"I deserve all this though." Frankie sighed "I fucked with my best friends girl." He finished, his eyes then drifting to your now prominent bump and growing wide.

"Yup... popped like overnight." You chuckled as your eyes followed his line of sight "I uh... I went to the scan today. Everything looks good. Even got the sex in an envelope." You replied, pulling it from your bag "Thought I'd see if you and Ben wanted to know before I looked."

"Bug, you made it." Piped up Ben as he walked into the room "How are you... hows the..." He trailed off as he looked at your growing stomach "You're showing Bug."

"Yeah." You chuckled and he pulled you into a tight embrace "I was just telling Fish, I have the sex in this envelope. If you wanna know I thought we could look together?"

"I definitely wanna know." Exclaimed Ben as he looked over at Frankie "Fish?"

"Yeah." He replied, "Yeah I'd like to know."

"Okay." You replied with a smile.

"Why don't we all sit together on the couch and Will can tell us. That way we all learn at the same moment... except for Will of course."

"Yeah." You smiled "I like that idea."

Ben eagerly dragged you to the couch, placing you in the middle before he sat on one side and Frankie sat on the other. You handed the envelope to Will who stood across from you all, pulling the paper out and grinning as he read it.

"Well?" Ben shrieked and you all chuckled.

"It's a boy." He announced and you sobbed with joy.

Ben pulled you into an excitable kiss before jumping up and down on his ass like a kid who'd gotten what he wanted for his birthday. You then glanced at Frankie, he was sitting there in silence, smiling at you as he watched you process the news.

"You happy?" You asked and he nodded with a smile.

"Yeah." He paused, kissing you gently "I'm happy."

The evening became a celebration then. The boys all drinking and pinging off baby names ideas to one another. You loved how excited they were but it also broke your heart to know that one of them was and one wasn't the father of this life growing inside of you. Later in the evening, you'd started to feel uncomfortable. You'd been lucky so far with all the side effects that came with pregnancy. It seemed, however, like they were all appearing at once. You excused yourself to the loo when the cramps started, you'd known it was a bad idea to eat that much macaroni and cheese but when you locked the door, suddenly weren't sure this was what you thought it was.

You'd been gone over 10 minutes when Frankie grew worried. He'd noticed you seemed a little pale and had wanted to ask if you were okay but then you'd excused yourself and he'd missed his chance.

"I'm just gonna see if Bug's okay." He stated, "She's been a while."

Ben and Will nodded before returning to the game on the TV. Frankie made his way to the bathroom door. He knocked, calling your name a few times before knocking again but no answer came.

"Bug, are you okay?"

He then heard a muffled thump and his stomach dropped. He didn't even think about it. He forced the door open with his shoulder and gasped when he found you laying on the floor. Bleeding...

"Bug?" He choked as he pulled you into his arms "Bug, can you hear me?" He sobbed "BEN."

The Miller brothers were there in the blink of an eye, dropping to your side as Frankie rocked you in his arms.

"Call an ambulance." He choked and Will complied, pulling his cell phone from his pocket and calling for help.

"Bug, can you hear me?" Ben called out but you didn't respond, his eyes then travelling down to the blood that pooled between your thighs "Is she losing the baby?" He sobbed and Frankie broke.

"I don't know, Ben."

...

They all waited patiently for news on you and the baby. It had been hours. Tom and Santi had arrived a little while after, the two men helping Will try and keep Frankie and Ben together. The look on the EMT's faces when they'd told them you were 5 months along still haunted them both.

Frankie was silently punishing himself. He knew he'd wronged his best friend. He's taken advantage of your feelings for him to get what he wanted to he'd wrong you just as much but did he really deserve this? To lose the son he'd only recently learned he might get.

He was pulled from his thoughts by Will "How's she and the baby doing?"

The doctor sighed as he said your name, looking gingerly at you all before he continued "We managed to stabilise her but things are still touch and go. We will do all we can for her." He stated, Ben, choked on a sob.

"And the baby?" Santi asked and the doctors face fell even more.

"We weren't able to save the baby." He stated and Frankie dropped to his knees "I'm truly sorry."

"Frank?" Ben called out as he noted the man on his knees and then his heart twisted at the sound that fell from Frankie's lips.

It was unlike anything any of them had ever heard before. It was the sound of pure, grief and despair.

"Is he the father?" The doctor asked Will and the man nodded "Well it could be him or my brother."

"He lived for about half an hour but he was just too early." The doctor said as he looked at Ben and Frankie who were now holding each other as they sobbed "Do you want to learn who the paternal father was?" He asked Will and the man shook his head

"I don't think that will be necessary." He replied and the doctor nodded.

"When can we see her?" Asked Santi as he took a step forward.

"She's being monitored closely right now. Perhaps in a few hours." The doctor replied and the men all nodded "I will get someone to fetch you."

"Thanks, doc," Will said as he gave the man a small nod.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." He said before leaving.

The guys didn't move Ben or Frankie from where they sobbed on the floor. They just stood there with heavy hearts as they watched the men grieve. Two fathers lamenting the son they'd lost because that was the truth of it all. They'd both lost him.

~

You lay in your bed, numb to everything around you. You'd been released from the hospital that morning and the boys had brought you home. Frankie refused to leave your side when you'd gotten back but you'd begged him to leave.

You just wanted to be alone.

As you lay there you started to wonder if this really was fit punishment for your sins. You'd only learned the day it happened you were going to have a little boy and then he was torn away from you just as fast. Did the crime truly fit the punishment?

Frank and Ben sat in your lounge, a nervous silence hanging over their heads. They truly had no idea how to deal with this. How to support you as you came to terms with your loss because the truth was they hadn't even started to.

"I wish I knew what to say to her." Ben piped up after a while "Like, when were together, I always knew what to say to cheer her up. Dunno how but I did and now. Now I don't think there's a single thing I can say or do that's going to help her through this.

"Me either." Frankie concurred "I uh... I never thought I'd get the chance to be a dad. So when I learned she was pregnant well, I just knew I wanted that kid so fucking much. I'll confess if he'd turned out to be yours I think that would have killed me."

"He wasn't." Stated Ben and Frankie looked up at him with a confused expression.

"What?"

"I asked them to do a DNA test." He stated plainly, his eyes off somewhere in the distance "At first I didn't think I needed to know but that first night. It ate away at me and I had to know for sure."

He paused, his eyes finally resting on Frankie who was watching him so closely. His brows were drawn together as he waited for Ben to finish his story.

"I trimmed a few hairs from your head when you were sleeping by her bed that morning. Took them along with some of mine to get tested and well yeah... he was yours."

Frankie's hand flew up to his mouth as he choked on a sob. He wasn't sure how he felt about learning this information. A part of him felt betrayed. He'd not really wanted to know whether or not the baby was his, but there was also a part of him that was glad it was out there now.

"Shit I know I shouldn't have but Fish... I had to know."

"I get it." Frank replied, scraping a shaky hand over his face "I just... shit it hurts more now."

"I was relieved." Ben confessed, his eyes filling with tears as he thought about it "For a brief second I was relieved that he was yours and not mine because a small part of me still wanted to punish you for everything but then I hated myself for thinking that way. Shit, you almost died for your mistake, you didn't, don't deserve this."

~

1 month earlier...

Frankie looked strange laying there with bandages over his eyes. It had been two days since he'd woken up. He had barely spoken a word to anyone, just sat there in silence. Trapped in his own dark prison.

"How are you feeling today?" Ben asked gingerly, guilt still consuming his every cell.

"I hurt like hell and I'm blind." Frank spat "What do you think?"

"Shit Fish... I'm so sorry that I-"

"I'm not angry at you." Frankie interrupted "Shit if anything I deserve this." He paused, his head pushing further back into the cushion behind it "I... I shouldn't have come out with it like that but I... I couldn't believe she'd known for like a month that she was pregnant and she didn't tell me. I get I fucked up but shit. I had a right to know."

"Yeah, Ben replied, "You did and that's on her."

"She been by at all?" He asked and Ben nodded.

"Yeah, she did at first." He replied, "But I broke things off with her and she hasn't come back since."

"You broke up with her?" Frankie asked in shock, his head rolling in Ben's direction.

"Yeah, I... well I said that we need to work shit out... But that I couldn't be with her. I can't stay with her after that."

"But you can sit with me, the guy who started all this, and apologise for hurting him."

"Fuck Fish I almost killed you." He snapped "You had blood literally spewing from your mouth. You couldn't breathe and you had to have surgery. I went too far and I have my whole life to live with that guilt. Yeah I'm still pissed and it'll take a while for me to move on from this but I can't be with her." He continued, his voice shaky "It's over between her and me."

"Have you spoken to her?"

"I've tried." He confirmed, his eyes wandering to his phone sat on the table beside him "She ignores all my calls and the others too. I guess she just needs time to process."

"I'm sorry." Frankie said suddenly, his tone changing "I know she made you happy and you made her happy too. I fucked that and I'm sorry."

"I know, Fish." Ben replied, placing a friendly hand on the man's forearm "I know."

~

Present-day...

You'd finally convinced the boys to leave a few days prior. They'd slept on your couch every day for two weeks since you'd left hospital, fawning over every little thing and smothering you to distraction. You'd barely had a moment to yourself and you'd hated it. So you decided the best way to move on... was to move. No one knew your plans. You found a house, your job was remote so you packed up and left. The lorries had unloaded the last of your things and as you looked around your new lounge, filled with your life packed away in cardboard boxes you felt a weight lift.

This was a new start.

A new life.

...

When Frankie arrived at yours, he knocked several times before deciding to use his key. He'd brought you some of your favourite take-out, hoping it would make up for how overprotective he'd been since you'd left the hospital. He and Ben had realised after you'd tossed them out that they'd been overboard with how they'd been dealing with things but he hoped this peace offering would be a step in the right direction.

The bag fell from his arms when he stepped into your home to find it empty. The walls were void of photos, the spots where they sat, paler than the paint around them. His heart started to race as he pulled out his phone, dialling your number and putting it to his ear only to be greeted with 'This number has been disconnected.'

He tried over and over in vain but still, he got the same message and his heart shattered into a million tiny pieces when he'd realised what had happened. So he dialled a different number, his hand quivering as he held it to his ear.

"Hi, Ben it's me." He said, his voice cracking as he spoke "I'm at Bug's... She's gone."

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Dewey Decimal System

Max Cady x Reader in the library, no plot, just smut

Dedicating this little work to @droogiesanddiscourse who just today found out she's graduating with honors!!! I'm so proud of you bb!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

TW: smut, public sex, explicit/raunchy dialogue, Max Cady in general?

Word Count: 2.2k

“My baby’s so smart, knowing how to find any book in the library,” your boyfriend, Max, coos quietly to you as you saunter through the aisles and aisles of books, softly leading him with his hand in yours. “You know I didn’t learn to read until my stay in the big house, but I never did learn numbers all that well. I’m glad my little princess can navigate this, uh, what do you call it? Dew something?’

“The Dewey Decimal System!” you whisper in a giggle.

“The Dewey Decimal System...” he tried the words out on his tongue, “Well, I’m glad you can lead me in the right direction, angel.”

“Oop, right here!!” you point up at a tall shelf. Max’s body crashes into yours, nearly landing you both on the floor, as you stopped so suddenly.

“Goodness gracious, girlie, you must be excited to do some reading, huh?” his voice rumbles lowly next to your ear. His muscular arms wrap tightly around your midsection, pressing your backside against him. You can feel his arousal stirring already; he really has no qualms about doing nasty things to you, any time, anywhere. “Oh, baby, I’m already thinking about you reading to me... Hearing that sweet little voice say such naughty things, those pretty little lips forming unholy syllables...” And in true Max Cady fashion, his fingertips are already teasing at the edge of your skirt, threatening for his rough palms to attack your delicate thighs.

You feel a single finger creep up to your hip, teasing at the waistband of your panties, “I hope you aren’t particularly fond of these, ‘cuz they’re coming off now, honey.” And with that, his other hand quickly follows the first one up your skirt and before you could even protest, the man is on his knees and the lacy underwear around your ankles. He helps you out of them as is you were a toddler, getting them over your shoes.

He quickly snatches a book from the bottom shelf and flips it open to a random page before stuffing your panties in it and shoving it back on the shelf. “Max!!!” you whisper-yell.

“What?” he plays dumb, standing back up to press himself into your backside again. “You don’t want someone findin’ your panties? Knowin’ what we did in here? Mmm, well I wanna spread the word about you, baby... Besides, they can use it as a bookmark.” His hands grip your hipbones and he gives you a sloppy kiss on your neck, making a loud slurping noise.

“Max! Shhh!!”

“You’re so cute, all worried about getting caught. You think we’ll get in trouble if someone sees us, or god forbid if someone hears us in this quiet place?”

“Maaaaxxx...” you whine.

“Mm, yeah? You like that idea? Someone hearing the way I turn you into a whore for me? You don’t sound as innocent as you look once I get you goin’.” His hand slides around to your sex, teasing you roughly through the smooth fabric of your skirt, and when you let out a little whimper, it only proves his point.

"Alright, princess, why don't you grab us that book we're looking for?" Following his question, Max's strong arms easily hoist you off the ground, lifting you up, up, up to reach that top shelf and pull down one of Max's favorite books: 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳. Oh, and don't think that he missed the opportunity to peak under that skirt...

• • •

As you and Max relax in two adjacent armchairs that he scooted close together, you recite prose from your boyfriend's favorite author. Just a few pages in, you're already at one of his favorite parts. You can read the sheer excitement on Max's face when he says, "Alright, darlin', you better speak up for this next part, you know how much I like the dirty bits."

You look around, making sure no one is nearby, and you start, "'At night when I look at Boris' goatee lying on the pillow I get hysterical.'"

"Louder," Max tilts his head forward, looking at you from under his brow bone.

You raise your voice only slightly, "'O Tania, where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs?'"

"I can't hear you..." he chimes devilishly.

"'There is a bone in my prick six inches long...'"

"And what's he gonna do with it?" Like he doesn't already know.

"'I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt, Tania, big with seed,'" you look around again, checking for any poor passersby, "'I will send you home to your Sylvester with an ache in your belly and your womb turned inside out.'"

Max let's out a low whistle, "That Henry Miller suuuure knew what he was talking about, huh?" He leans forwards and rather directly slides his hand under your skirt, thumb quickly parting your lips to find that special little bundle of nerves.

You gasp loudly, and Max continues, "Yeah? You want me to turn your womb inside out like he did to Tania? Make that little cunt smooth with my big cock?" His voice is just loud enough that it still sounds intimate but anyone walking by could easily hear.

In an attempt to quiet your moans, you press on reading, "’Your Sylvester! Yes, he knows how to build a fire-‘"

"’But I know how to inflame a cunt!’" Max finishes your sentence for you before pulling you up out of your chair and into his lap, where his fingers quickly find their place between your thighs as if it is the most natural thing in the world to him. "Keep reading, princess," he whispers softly in your ear.

You become aware of his hard length pressing into your thigh, as you read the line, "’I shoot hot bolts into you, Tania, I make your ovaries incandescent.’”

Max lets out a deep moan that rumbles your eardrums and presses some kisses to your cheek and jawline.

“‘Your Sylvester is a little jealous now? He feels something, does he? He feels the remnants of my big prick. I have set the shores a little wider. I have ironed out the wrinkles,’” Max starts to rut against you in his lap. His hands take a firm grip on your hips and slide you back and forth against the erection trapped in his pants. You keep going, “‘After me you can take on stallions, bulls, rams, drakes, St. Bernards. You can stuff toads, bats, lizards up your rectum. You can shit arpeggios if you like, or string a zither across your navel.’”

His moans become quite noisy and his hands search for your flesh; one hand slipping under the edge of your shirt to feel the soft skin of your tummy, the other getting an anchor hold on your hair and giving it a rough tug. You inhale sharply wincing at the pain. You can tell Max is getting needy for you; it would never cease to fascinate you how some little girl (anyone is small next to his towering muscular frame) could have so much control over him.

“‘I am fucking you, Tania, so that you'll stay fucked. And if you are afraid of being fucked publicly I will fuck you privately-‘“

“Damn, that sounds like a good idea,” Max grunts out and unzips his pants, “I sure hope you aren’t afraid of being fucked publicly.”

His next few actions only take a few seconds, and before you can even realize it, you’ve been hoisted up and swiftly dropped down onto your boyfriend’s thick cock. You somehow let out a gasp and a squeal at the same time, and Max claps his hand over your mouth. The only other sound is the thud of the book hitting the floor and closing. Where Max wanted you to speak up before, now it’s time for the quiet game...

“How’s that feel? Daddy’s big cock stretching out those tight walls, huh?” Clearly, it’s a rhetorical question since his hand stays clasped over your mouth. It’s Max’s turn to tease you with his words. “You always take me so well, my little princess. You think if anyone walked by they would know that you’re filled to the brim with my prick? You’ve been trained well, baby girl, you can take me and no one knows I’m inside you, but I know how turned on you are, I felt how wet you were when I was touching you. You wanted this, and I bet everyone knows how much you wanted it, I bet that librarian in the next room knows you have your pussy stuffed right now.”

In all honestly, this guy Ryan had just started working at the library; he had hoped it would be more a bit more relaxing than his job at the local drive-in movie theatre. But Ryan recognized you and Max when you came in, and he really, REALLY doesn’t want another awkward interaction with your boyfriend, so he’s gonna leave you to do whatever you want in the back room of the library...

His hand still covers your mouth as you lean your head back onto his shoulder, looking at him out the corner of your eye. His other arm braces your hips, keeping you flush to him so you can feel every time his member twitches. “You feel me, princess? Feel that ‘bone in my prick’ and how bad I want you?”

You nod your head as much as his grip will allow, eyes never leaving his.

“If I can be frank, sweetheart, Daddy’s never been good at this whole cockwarming thing like you are. It always leaves me wanting more, and you know Daddy can’t resist having more of you... Whaddaya say we play horsey instead? I’ll bounce you on my lap like the dumb little baby doll you are, just like your old man did for you when you were a kid."

You let out an excited little whimper, and Max moves his hands to your hips. "Now I can't keep a hand on your mouth anymore. Think you can keep quiet for me?"

You nod your head excitedly and whisper as quietly as you can, "Yes, sir, Daddy. Can I have a kiss?"

"Aww, of course you can, angel," his lips meet yours in a wet, unrefined fashion, giving you the rough kind of kiss you need. Max also takes this moment to start bouncing you in his lap, just like horsey. With your lips pressed to his, it muffles any sounds that escape the two of you.

His thrusts are small and quick, but actually really satisfying at this angle. The girth of him presses against that special spot inside you. That combined with the thrill of possibly getting caught already has that feeling creeping up in your belly. Your nails dig into his hips looking for something to ground you as you find ecstasy in your orgasm.

But your climax isn't gonna stop Max from what he's doing. He continues to bounce you on his lap, whispering, "Mmm, finished so soon? You must like bouncing on my cock. Bouncy, bouncy..."

You bite your lip, still riding out your orgasm as he continually slams into your g-spot. When a drawn out little whine hums out of you, Max shushes you with a "Shhhh, shhh, baby. You're doing so good, such a good girl for Daddy. Just a little longer, I'm so close, princess."

With your brows furrowed and eyes closed tight, you brave yourself on the arms of the chair. You feel two calloused fingertips at your bottom lip, and you open your mouth, taking them in.

"There that'll keep you quiet for this next part," Max warns before absolutely plowing his hips up into you as fast as he can. His other hand maintains such a firm grip on your side, you think he'll probably leave bruises.

Max chokes back a deep grunt and pulls you down into his lap to spill his seed inside you. You feel his length jolting and that warm gooey liquid. You both sit there catching your breath, and Max wraps his arms around you in a loving embrace.

He gets you to look at him, placing another dirty kiss to your mouth. Then he pulls you off of him, stand up, places you back down on the chair, and gets his pants zipped up.

"Um. Max?" you whisper, a little tense.

"What is it, little darlin'?" He gets on his knees in front of you, placing his big hands on your thighs.

"Uhhh... I think there's gonna be a little mess on this chair," you get right next to his ear and oh so quietly tell him, "it's, uh, leaking."

"Aww, are you worried about leaving some of my cum on the chair?" he places a hand on your chin, "That was the point, baby. The librarian can handle it." Max gives you a wink before taking you by the hand and leading you out of the library.

Poor Ryan.... Scarred again by Max and his girl, and now he has to clean up after them.

#max cady #cape fear #robert de niro #robert de niro x reader #robert de niro fanfic #fanfic

[fuyunoakegata]

Have you watched The Batman? If yes, review please?

I tried to answer this twice, and both times, it started heading into monster length essays. I'm going to attempt a shorter answer this time. Yes, I did watch the movie, and yes, I enjoyed it. Everything else will be beneath the cut :)

The Batman felt like I was watching a comic come to life in all the good ways. It was dark, yes. This is Gotham, the very foundation of Bruce's origin lies in some bit of darkness. It isn't unrelentingly grim and gritty, though. The core of the character is still recognizable, and... there's actual, real character growth. In the beginning, Batman is fighting a group of gang members who've attacked a man, and the man is worried that Batman will turn to him, next. By the end of the movie, the little boy goes to him willingly, Mayor Reál holds his hand for comfort as she awaits evacuation. Vengeance and Fear have been traded for Justice and Hope. His mission hasn't changed, only his methods.

This isn't just a flat, watered-down and unsatisfying adaptation of one or two Batman storylines; this has come from reading a wide of sampling of Batman stories and just finding the way to show the character and a window into the universe that's already there in the comics. There are many versions of Batman out there; everything from the original Bob Kane/Bill Finger version to Frank Miller to Dennis O'Neil to Grant Morrison to Gardner Fox to Scott Snyder to Tom King. For better or worse, each of those has left their mark and when taken together, contributed to a hopefully more layered multi-dimensional character. This Batman feels a bit organic, like Matt Reeves' understanding of him has grown, not just been hurriedly cobbled together like a Frankenstein's monster forced to fit into the mold of an already conceived story made purely for selling tickets and satisfying one certain subset of fans. This feels like an homage from a writer who already knows the character but still did more research so he could figure out how to best share that vision and share the story that came from the understanding of the character.

Nolan's Dark Knight trilogy was an excellent set of movies. I loved them. But they always felt a little lacking as actual Batman movies. That Batman was unsustainable and didn't really feel like he was a superhero, just the vigilante anti-hero from an action movie. Despite having people who could be there for him, he was still very alone.

Batfleck showed us some glimpses of a Bruce Wayne trying to make a difference, trying to save people, and he did work together to assemble a team, but there was still too much focus on action movie blockbuster and violence (and killing), among other things that kept it from feeling like an actual comic come to life.

I'm not sure I'd really call The Batman an action movie. It has elements of horror, crime procedural, a bit of action, and some noir and detective elements, just like the comics Batman comes from. Batman debuted in Detective Comics, after all, and the DC in DC Comics stands for Detective Comics, as well. And here, we actually got to see Bruce be a detective. Reeves didn't reinvent the character; he just showed a different but still very valid version than what most directors focus on (which I think is because he knew and loved the character and read the comics before he was picked to direct).

I loved seeing elements of Long Halloween and Zero Year and Year One and Year Two and Earth One and Ego and Gates of Gotham (I was making a game out of it, during the movie, to figure out what parts came from which stories, and then going ohhhh when there was a twist I didn't quite expect, so that even for the person who knew the original sources, it wasn't boring) and... I can't wait until I have the movie and can watch it over and over and discover more influences I missed out on. And as far as watching it over again, I went to an evening showing the night it came out, after a long day at work, knowing I had work the next morning and a 40 minute drive home through snow. And you know what? I still wanted to go right back in and watch a second showing after already watching 3 hours of it (luckily for my sleep schedule, there wasn't another show that night! lol). And I'm so thankful for streaming music platforms that let me listen to the score (and Nirvana) on the way home as I alternately dissected and discussed and enthused about the movie with my granddaughter.

As we left the movie theater, there was a group of young men who looked to be college age. We heard them complaining to each other that the movie sucked, that they didn't like Pattinson as Bruce. That just solidified my opinion that Reeves did an excellent job. No, I didn't like every single thing about the movie (I got a bit cranky when I thought they were going with the TellTale Batman angle, and I much prefer Martha as a Kane rather than an Arkham, but the decisions were picked from different versions already used in stories and trying to make one of those coherent wholes from multiple versions of canon, not just made up elements to fit just as made up plot points.

And I thought, while I watched the movie. It wasn't just 3 hours of fights and explosions. And the colors and lighting... wow. There was plenty of darkness and shadow, but shadows imply there is light, too. You could actually see this movie :) So overall, I give it a solid 95%, because there are far more things I enjoyed than disliked. I suspect if there is an extended version, it could bump up to a 98. Not sure if this is what you wanted in a review; feel free to ask for clarification if it wasn't what you wanted me to focus on. But maybe it helped :)

Editing because I can't believe I forgot to mention just how gorgeous the scene with Bruce leading them out with the flare. I cried. Because FINALLY that was Batman, and I was seeing it and it just felt so right. Just the visuals and the symbolism and the music and everything it evoked all came together and my feelings overflowed :) so yeah, I liked the movie! Lol

#the batman #movie review #batman spoilers #the batman 2022 #battinson

[givemethatgold]

Skinny Dipping

Just a little blurb I wrote AGES ago, inspired by this little convo here.

Pairing: Frankie x Reader Words: 930 Warnings: alcohol, semi-public nudity?, T*m being a dink

Sitting around the fire, watching the brothers-in-arms relax and joke around, you said a silent thanks to whoever was up there listening. Everything had come together seamlessly: the perfect cabin was available to rent, everyone had the time off and was able to make the drive, and so far everyone was getting along.

You tried not to worry when the cooler was brought out and Tom started swigging back beers; he was having the hardest time acclimating to civilian life again and you knew alcohol sometimes brought out the worst in him. However, everyone was enjoying themselves and you were content to lounge by the fire, wrapped in the blanket Frankie and grabbed for you, and soak in the palpable love you all had for each other. It didn’t take long for someone to get the brilliant idea to go swim in the lake. The brothers are the first in, whipping their boxers at Santiago's face,  which was a weird flex but very typically Miller.

Santi can't let a dare go unanswered but he won't go alone. He grabs you around the waist, hauling you over his shoulder, and running towards the gentle waves. "Santiago Garcia," you screech at the top of your lungs. "you put me down right now! This is my only dress for the weekend!" In a spectacular show of strength, Santi flips you over and into his arms, cradling your body against his. You return his shit-eating-grin with a scowl of your own, that would make a normal man cower. He, however, just laughs in your face, calling your bluff. Santi doesn't stop walking and you open your mouth to scold him again but all that comes out is a laughing yelp as he feints dropping you in the water. "Hey!" Santi calls suddenly, "Catch!" One second you're in his arms and the next you're sailing over the water, bracing yourself for the inevitable splash. With a very unladylike squawk from you and a barely audible "oof" from him, you land in Frank's outstretched arms. He instinctively draws you close to his chest as he regains his balance. Both blushing but neither wanting to break the sudden embrace, you gaze shyly at each other until Tom pushes past you in his hurry to join the group already in the water. His white ass, illuminated by the fire, shining like a beacon in the dark. "I could have gone my whole life without having seen that..." Frankie's hushed admission has you both giggling like school kids and serves to break the tension. With you snug in his embrace, Frankie wades back towards the now-quiet beach. "You wanna go in?" He asks, nodding his head towards the water as he sets you down on your feet. Feeling bold, you wordlessly slide the dress straps off your shoulders, leaving you standing in front of him in nothing but your panties. His breath hitches, eyes asking for permission before sweeping over your exposed skin. With a smile, you slowly pull down your last bit of clothing then walk backward into the soft waves, beckoning him with a finger. It takes a beat, but Frankie swiftly strips off his clothes and joins you. Time is meaningless as you swim in the warm water. Hands exploring under the cover of darkness, mouths curled with secret smiles, breaths coming fast and shallow. No words were spoken but they didn’t need to be.

You're pulled out of your worship of each other by Will calling out to you from the beach. "Hey, lovebirds! We're all heading inside!" You can hear the rest of the boys laughing and catcalling, even making out Santi muttering something that sounded a lot like "about damn time". You leisurely swam back towards shore, in no hurry for the sweet moment to end and unsure of what effect this moment will have on your friendship. There had always been a pull between you and Frank but something had always held you both back from exploring it. Sure, there had been a few instances of cuddling up together to watch a movie, you making his favourite meals even after the rest of the boys complained it was too spicy, him always packing a blanket or hoodie knowing you’d get cold and always forgot your own. But all of those things could be easily brushed off with a “we’re just best friends, of course we look after each other!”. 

You could blame not taking things further on a lot of things, one of you always being in a relationship when the other was single, his time away piloting, your parents disapproval after finding out about his past addiction. All of them were just excuses to hide behind though, you knew the ultimate reason for your mutual hesitation was the fear of destroying the little family you and the five boys had created.

Once back on the sand your inner musings caused shyness at your nakedness and you started looking for your clothes. Scanning the sand you came to the realization your dress and panties were not where you had left them. Glancing over at Frank, he was having better luck than you, having already pulled on his jeans. "Tom." You both surmise with a sigh and an eye roll. "Here," he walks over to you holding his shirt. "No one else gets to see you like this but me." His possessive claim has your insides warming and your toes curling, but it wasn't until he cautiously stuttered "If you'd like to be my girl?" that you thought you might even love him.

#frankie catfish morales #frankie x reader #triple frontier fanfiction #frankie morales x you #frankie x you #frankie morales x reader

[bitimdrake]

explain why you hate lobdell morrison miller? no judgement, just curious?

SURE i'm down to dunk on my nemesis & co. I'm just gonna have a fun time ranting here, so don't expect a super balanced analysis on this one.

Also, I want to preface that I will be EXCLUSIVELY talking about why I don't like them as writers. That absolutely does overlap with terrible principles or politics, but I am NOT addressing anything any of these people have done outside of their work.

Frank Miller, my beloathed, first comic writer I ever learned to hate. I have read exactly one (1) Frank Miller story, and it was one too many. People will tell you Batman: Year One is a great Batman story. Those people are liars with bad taste. The entire thrust of Year One is that Jim Gordon and Bruce Wayne are the bestest men who are so cool and great that they are the only ones who could possibly do anything for Gotham.

Men can and have written many good things, but you know when you read something and are immediately like "oh, this was written by a man (negative)". Yeah. That's what all of Year One feels like. The subplot where Jim cheats on his pregnant wife for literally no reason except that there was another woman is his vicinity doesn't help. The wildly unnecessary dominatrix backstory Miller shoved in for Catwoman certainly doesn't help.

Good people can be bad creators, and I love not knowing things about creators, but after reading this I was absolutely certain that Miller is also a bad person, and that I knew too much about him just from his writing. Apologies to his wife about how much he clearly wanted to cheat on her. Finding out he's a conservative dick irl was the least surprising thing ever. The best thing about Miller is he has very few stories in main canon as far as I can tell, so I never need to feel compelled to read anything he's written ever again.

Grant Morrison, my nemesis. A lot of the reason I don't like Morrison is that I just can't stand the way they construct plots or handle characterization. That being said, there is for sure a solid chunk of transphobia and homophobia in their work, and I hate that!! (And, after taking a little time to reflect, no the fact that they are nonbinary themselves has not changed my mind. Their work is still the same.)

So many of Morrison's plots are intentionally confusing at first, and then piece together, but this typically happens so slowly that by the time I understand what is going on, I have lost all investment in the story and no longer can be expected to give a damn. Not helped by their dialogue also often being disjointed and weird. I literally read Final Crisis and Batman RIP and I still don't actually know what happened, mostly because they were hard enough to get through in the first place that I just don't care.

Morrison got such a huge amount of control over the batfamily for years and really made me wonder if that should be allowed. They very clearly wanted to write Their Story with Their Characters, and didn't really care about the continuity. Don't get me wrong--Morrison has clearly read a lot of comics (and makes constant references to the golden and silver ages, bringing them back in the worst ways), but they just...don't seem to care about being cohesive with previous modern comics. I like Damian as a character, but good god the way he was introduced was terribly handled and felt so much like a writer trying to shove their OC down my throat. Morrison has this idea for a character, so Batman has a ten year old *☆~real~☆* son now. Don't question the logic of Damian's age. Morrison wants to tell this story of Bruce finding out he's a father, so don't think too hard about all those other kids Bruce has had for years. Morrison doesn't care about Talia, so she's an evil rapist killer mom now. (Infamous among DC's racist retcons, and Talia's character has never recovered despite Morrison outright saying they fucked up.) Morrison thinks pre-Crisis is neat, so Jason is a redhead again and Bruce made him dye it. Don't question the logic of Jason having black hair as a street kid in every prior appearance. Morrison wants to tell a story where Tim is insecure about Damian, so don't worry about this not aligning with any previous characterization.

It's just annoying!!! It's annoying, and coming into a long established piece of fiction with the intent of changing everything is such a weird take!! The only good news is that I am am done with their era, and I don't think there will be much more Morrison in the future I will have to get through, so hooray for that.

Scott Lobdell, no fun title, partially because he is the newest to me and partially because he just sucks. I once saw his work described as what a immature 13-year-old boy would write, and that's not wrong. I'm only a few years into the new 52 in my reading which means I don't yet have a full view of his failings, but also that they are the most fresh in my memory.

So far, new 52 batfam is divided into: runs that aren't bad, abelist Babs bullshit, and Lobdell's garbage. Far as I can tell, Lobdell is single-handedly responsible for destroying Roy, Kory, Tim, Rose, Gar, Kiran, and the Titans in general. (He can only get partial credit for destroying Kon, Bart, and Cassie, because ttv3/yjtv already did a number there.) This man has never read a comic with any of these characters that he didn't write, and I don't think he cares. He does not care about writing characters that in any way resemble who they are supposed to be. (rip titans i miss u 4ever </3)

If destroying Roy Harper was the only mark on his record, I would still hate him. But he also wrote Kory in the most sexist, demeaning way; made Jason his super cool self-insert who can't be blamed for anything; gave us Tim [redacted], the asshole genius archetype who doesn't care about other people and only used being Robin as a stepping stone--wait, no he was never Robin. Actually yes he was. No, never mind, he wasn't; just Red Robin. Lobdell doesn't care about ""continuity"" or previous comics even if he wrote them.

I have DC's subscription comics service, and I am still deciding to, uh, let's say 'read his comics for free in other ways' because I just don't want to give these any views. I have years more of this terrible terrible man's writing to get through. I fucking hate it here y'all ✌

tl;dr: if someone likes Morrison, I assume we have very different taste; if someone likes Lodbell, rip to how fucking low their standards are; and if someone likes Miller, I'm just going to assume they suck.

#this is a wildly negative post but i had a fun time with it and i hope you did too #thanks for asking #dc #* #*dc #ask #anon #there are plenty of other dc writers who are shitty in some way #(including many who just seem politically or personally awful) #but these are the three whose actual work i really consistently fuckin hate #whereas most of the others i can acknowledge as awful but still find something i like in their writing

[firstruleofmethclub]

L'alice and I ran through some MET looks. Thoughts after the cut:

Took two runs at Billie Eilish because the first photo I saw was just like, from the waist up and side-on, I think probably to make her tits stand out more, which like... I know it's fashion, but she's also a teenager 😬 At first I thought it was not very on-brand for her but after looking at some more recent stuff of hers it turns out that is actually very on her new brand. Anyway, taking a look at some more angles the dress is actually bigger than it first seemed and that's cool. I still don't love the colour, and, y'know, I'm not like some Billie Eilish stan that's all "She's letting the REAL fans down by changing the way she presents herself" because... I don't care, but I do think there was something to the reserved alternative stuff she wore in the past. But yeah, I do like it more than I did initially.

Kendall Jenner points for diamond shoulder pads but overall boring af.

Kim Kardashian honestly kind of a left-field Vibe. Like it doesn't look very good, but I'm feeling the concept.

Jennifer Lopez looks like she got Sexy Crocidle Dundee from the teen section of a Spirit Halloween.

AOC sneaky bit of fun, taking the opportunity. Lettering is in my FAVOURITE shade of that like satin-y reflective red, but the dress itself pretty meh.

Lil Nas X my favourite so far. This gallery only has him in his final form, but my favourite part of his outfit was actually the reveal of the middle outfit. I might have liked the VMA's one even more though.

Rihanna's is not bad but it's very... I feel like I've seen exactly this at MET before. I do like it but, kind of not catching me.

Timothee Chalamet's I hate and honestly it's not even that it's on him. Like those shoes especially? Babe... Go home. Tell him if he's gonna wear white to the only thing all year that your outfit actually matters in, he can't play in the dust with the other children.

A$AP Rocky looks comfy. Don't like the colours though.

Lewis Hamilton like ALMOST did something. It was so close but just didn't quite push the envelope far enough.

Lupita Nyong’o looks stunning, but I think that's more her than the jress.

Emily Ratajkowski thinks this is her wedding to a man twice her age.

Gigi Hadid I think is my worst so far.

Okay, I JUST SAW Cara Delevingne. Yes. Even after AOC - THIS is the slogan. This is it.

Naomi Osaka’s I like less the more I look at it.

Russell Westbrook is giving us nothing. Everything I hate about men at the MET.

Stephen Curry gave us not much, but it was something at least.

Justin Bieber just said "Hm, what if I took Timothoiusx Chambamlam's wardrobe, somehow made it worse, but then actually kept it clean?" and invited us all to look in on the experiment and decide if it was better, worse, or the same... And it's basically the same, only difference is that Timothoir's pants might stay up.

I kinda wanna check if Sienna Miller's shawl feels nice. It doesn't look like it would but I think it MIGHT.

Emily Blunt I like but don't love. Cute kids' fairy party headpiece.

Frank Ocean laid down in the moss until he came up with the most unsettling accessory possible, and put none of that effort into his actual 'fit.

Serena Williams' over clashes with the under, but I do really enjoy that over.

Gabrielle Union's dress is actually very cool. Very art. Fuck the theme I guess, but yes, very art.

Lorde I guess thinks America is the country from Midsommar?

Addison Rae wasted her opportunity.

Nicki Minaj didn't go 'cause she's anti-vax... Honey... No.

Tracee Ellis Ross I kiiind of like the collar on. But again, I feel like this has been done to death? And it wasn't even good the first time.

Megan Thee Stallion is fine. No real comment. I like the curvature of the hem.

Rose Leslie might appeal if I didn't hate yellow. Also she's somehow paler than Jon Snow's white tux (who is completely wasting my time, btw).

Now Iman is making a fucking statement! I don't know what she's saying, but she's sure as Hell saying it!

Grimes got the memo about America and thought "I need to take a weapon into this public venue", kudos all round.

Oh there's Naomi Osaka again? I guess she had two looks? Anyway, this outfit I like much better but the hair is an interesting choice. Very that-one-doll-from-Rugrats vibes.

Troye Sivan SAID his dress was leather? It doesn't look it though, which is like.. the point of leather is the look, so?... Cute shoes though.

Dan Levy gets my award for most committed to the theme.

James Corden, real-life annoying cunt, somehow manages to achieve only "Boring" on the red carpet? Eugh.

Leon Bridges tried. I don't like it, but at least he tried.

Ilana Glazer I think is doing a riff on camo? If so, very fair, if not, looks dumb.

Keke Palmer cute.

Missed the horse girls on my first pass. Wild. I'm pulling the same face that one of them is in the photo 😲

Where were they hiding Hunter Schafer & Amandla Stenberg? Why do I have to find two of the strongest looks on Tumblr??

Finally massive props to Nia Dennis for all of what she just did!

That's it.

#gimly #l'alice