#it was like wait. I know this from somewhere. wheee do I know this.

[anisespice]

“ BABY MOVE YOUR HIPS, DON’T BREAK IT ”

synopsis: they can’t handle how your hips move the way they do.

pairing: various x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. descriptions of sex, use of vulgar words (cunt, slut), biting, hair-pulling, mentions of alcohol, public sex/exhibitionism, and i think that’s it - feel free to let me know if I’ve missed anything!

notes: wheee some smut for your timeline - hope you enjoy! <333

“Shake it from your waist down.”

Getting to watch his resolve crumble with every nasty swirl of your hips was hands down your favorite part about riding him. No matter how badly the ache in your thighs begged you to take a break, it’d be drowned out by the sound of him begging you not to, even though minutes ago he was so adamant on finishing his game.

If you even slowed down for a moment, he’d buck up into you desperately, pawing at your supple thighs for more of your tricks. Controller long discarded on the floor, game reduced to mere background noise, a teasing grin adorned your face at the complete delirious and love-struck expression on his, borderline entranced without anything else in that empty head but the feeling your snug walls, sucking him in so deep it made his toes curl.

“jesus—fuck.. jus’ like that..j-jus’ like that baby, shit.. use me, c’mon, fuckin’ use me!”

His mouth hung open long enough for drool to slip out the sides, moaning like a bitch when you switched up the rhythm on him out of nowhere that sent those watery, unfocused eyes to the back of his skull. His arms wrapped tightly around your middle like a lifeline, legs spreading wider to force him deeper into your gushy cunt as he buried his face in your neck, biting down on the sensitive spot to control his pathetic whines. You hissed, eyes fluttering but grabbed a fistful of his hair in retaliation, yanking him back. He keened, dick doing somersaults in your guts from both the sting and the searing look in your eyes.

You scoffed. “Don’t remember.. giving you—uhnshit!…g-giving you permission to hide your pretty sounds from me, slut..”

Ineligible apologies flowed out of him, as did the tears down his face from the intense feeling, bits of your name in the mix of it somewhere. It’s not until you ascended off his dick painstakingly slow before stilling at the tip to pulse around the sensitive head, nearly making him sob, then slamming back down does he let you hear it all.

Especially when you repeat the motion again and again and again.

“Oh, f-fuck! Fuckfuckfuck,wait..wait baby, g-gonna—hah!”

Without much choice he came prematurely, thick, hot cum filling you so deep you could’ve sworn you tasted it in the back of your throat. You cooed at him, racking your fingers through his hair as you fought back your own moans as he rode out his orgasm with strong, quick thrusts that would certainly have you walking funny later, milking him dry for all that he’s worth until he got worked up again for another round.

It was always a gamble with you in this position, never knowing how long he’d last; hips too lethal.

(tr) takemichi, kazutora, chifuyu, ANGRY, HAKKAI (hq) nishinoya, atsumu, BOKUTO, kenma<3, tendo, MAKI (mha) deku, shinso, DENKI KAMINARI, kirishima (for sure bites)

—

“Margarita got a bitch on ten.”

Should’ve known better than to leave you alone for this long.

With the liquor flowing through your veins, club lights painting the room crimson, and the beat of a song you frequently fuck to blaring through the speakers, it’s no wonder when he laid eyes on you again that you’d already be grinding up on someone else, shooting him a sly look as if it wasn’t his attention you were vying for in the first place. And he had about five seconds before you used this sorry loser to sedate your insatiable appetite, one he’s been ignoring since arrival in favor of his work.

He’d kill everyone in the vicinity before letting that happen.

Barely got off the dance floor before you pulled him to a stop, pressing up against his chest with a leg teasing up his thigh as you gestured to the vip area. It was secluded, but still open for onlookers to walk by and see everything going on behind the velvet rope. He raised a brow in question, you merely wearing that look he knew all too well. Leaning up to whisper in his ear, nothing could’ve prepared him for what you proposed he do to you.

“Let’s do it on the couch over there. Wan’ everyone to see how good you take it when I ride you, pretty boy…”

Maybe it was the tequila that made you request something so bold. But, who was he to deny such a tantalizing offer?

His arms rested behind the couch, granting you majority of control to set the pace, and god were you doing a fantastic job of that. It sent his brain into a fog, hooded eyes watching your every move from your heaving breasts, all the way down to where you connected, gaze intently focused on the white ring forming around the base. He groaned at the sinful visual, abdomen clenching with every drag of your sweet pussy, occasionally leaning forward to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss that was all tongue.

The audience you’ve accumulated were fascinated, appalled even; but they couldn’t look away. Others did their best to ignore it, but as things progressed, the two of you growing more shameless, it was hard not to tune in after a while. Eventually, it turned into a group effort, some club-goers cheering the two of you on while others threw money, requesting tricks for you to do while on his dick—A spin, riding it reverse style, spelling a long word with your hips with them chanting out the letters, edging him in the process and leaving him looking like a complete mess in front of all his patrons.

Until, he inevitably loses composure, and fucking you hard on the table covered in Benjamins—A whole performance.

God bless Margaritas.

(tr) mikey, IZANA, sanzu, shion, BAJI, smiley :)) (hq) kyotani, iwa<3, terushima, mattsun (mha) shigaraki, dabi, hawks!!!, sero, shindo

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[varteeny1234]

👀 hallooo

omg hi pebbl!!

so. i have one specific au that i think you may enjoy! it is a pearl-centric SPACE AU featuring alien etho + tango, and also moonrot :D

so basically pearl wants to explore space and cleo is her gf back on earth (they are both human as of now) and cleo is worried about something going wrong (pearl will be the first to embark on such a mission) but supports her

and pearl goes off into space and manages to somehow crash land on a really weird planet but SPECIFICALLY in the middle of a dense jungle and she wanders around looking for somewhere to stay since her ship can't fly and thats when ETHO APPEARS WHEEE and he's like "oh snappers, you alright? that's a nasty cut on your leg! say, I havent seen you around before" and pearl looks down and Oh Wait, That's New and also "no man i just crashed on this planet do you have like a house of smthn??" so etho takes her back to his house and TANGO IS THERE TOO :DDDDD they talk and all, they help pearl get situated and she tells them about her situation and all and she's grateful she's alive and has people helping her but also! she can't get back home to cleo! :(

so as the plot progresses pearl etho and tango try and fail to repair the spaceship (theydont have the right materials, and also dont know how to leave their planet. tango actually was once in a similar situation, he woke up there with no memories of anything before. etho spent his whole life there) and since the communications message transmitter thingy is broken pearl cant call earth for help. to cope with this she borrows a journal from etho and writes letters to cleo in it, telling her about her day and what's been happening and all <3 it's very sweet

also, the more time she spends here, the less human she becomes...

eventually, tango starts acting weird and etho Knows What's Happening, because something similar happened in the past. there was a mysterious corrupting force that took over a small area and tango fell victim to it but luckily etho was able to save him! unfortunately, it is back, and stronger. much MUCH stronger. that winter is colder than it should be. (can you tell where i'm headed with this)

it's the Deepfrost! basically, tango changes under its influence but still is himself deep down, and he's stuck in the corrupted parts of the planet which are conveniently his house and the surrounding areas. etho and pearl are trying to save him while also fighting back Deepfrost themselves: it's taking over the surface of the planet. they find out they can't do anything from the surface, so they go into a weird cave, and etho's too nervous so he stays above and pearl goes venturing off into the darkness. (this is supposed to represent the burning dark from do2)

pearl finds a bunch of weird thingamabobs on her adventure, including a mysterious key. she sees a weird tower structure thingy in the middle of a big cave opening, with what appears to be a keyhole without any clue as to what's behind it. she mentally flips a coin and tries it, and it works, and a quite possibly magical crown materializes on her head. then Deepfrost crumbles around her and she feels it both physically and mentally, and it takes the cave with it. she's able to escape thanks to her wings she's grown while on this planet (she really isn't human at all anymore), and at the surface she finds etho and tango, and tango's back to normal and they're all happy again and life goes on for a bit normally! pearl manages to at least fix the message transmitter, so she attempts sending SOS calls in the hopes that someone somewhere picks them up.

BUT! you may be wondering what cleo's been up to this whole time!

well basically, after she received word that they'd lost contact with pearl and couldn't locate her ship, she was devastated, but also somehow knew in her gut that pearl was still alive somewhere. they manages to get a spaceship of their own (probably not the best idea but she Does Not Care), and goes on a rescue mission. she stops at a few planets and explores them, but ultimately they can't find a single sign of life anywhere.

time passes, and she refuses to give up hope, and one day her effort pay off! she receives a message, the one pearl got out! they are from then on able to locate her, arriving on planet PET (calling it that now).

she and pearl have a wonderful reunion, and cleo loves pearl's new look too! unfortunately, cleo may love it, but the rest of the people on earth might not, and pearl feels like she belongs here rather than back there anyway. cleo and pearl talk, and they come to the decision that for a number of reasons (they're clearly safe here, pearl feels at home and her going back would be forever awkward at the absolute best, and cleo never really had a serious attachment to the planet anyway so they dont really have many negative emotions about abandoning it) they should live out the rest of their lives there :D

i. think that's the end possibly...? question mark?

i do hope you've enjoyed my word vomit :3

also. the funniest part about this. i just wanted to write something short but space themed in the beginning! if i ever end up writing this it's definitely not going to be quick aelksdflkadshfhuertgfhdgahrr

#asks #pebbl tag c: #hermitshipping #<- to filter #moonrot space au

[familiarache]

𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭

Written by Sabrina | Writer is 25+ | 18+ Only please. | crossover super highly extremely encouraged actually | private sideblog to mendinggashes | multimuse | carrd | 'npc' list (tba) | Beta Editor Only

𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓮

if i follow you, i'll wait a week for a follow back and unfollow if nothing! so no worries there. if you follow me first please allow the same curtesy if you do not have a mobile navigation. 21+ only here. NSFW content will likely be present. I do not wish to see any semblance of batjokes. all muses are canon divergent in varying ways, so if the about is not finished, feel free to ask me how! the most canon-compliant would be lemony snicket, bela and daniela d imitrescu.

𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵

introㅤ hello! i'm brina! you may know me from shatteredfears, or bittwitchy, or who knows where else! in the past i've also gone by harley, vee, eris, and otherwise! no i did not change my alias for nefarious reasons or i would not be sharing the old ones i can remember lol.

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psd is a mix of thatbitch by sbcoloring, and bloodsucker by somresources. icon border by faegfx divider by faegfx (threads) lavenderrph (other) pinned by lavenderrph shattered effect (and most png related things) by ravenorlov dash icon by venuscommissions stock photos from unsplash graphics/icons by me (unless otherwise stated) amourare has some pre-put together tag symbol things and i thank them for it

GUIDELINES

001 hello! you can call me brina. i'm in my late 20s, have a fun blend of mental and physical disabilities (no you may not ask, tho if you pay attention you'll probably figure it out lol), get confused easily, a fan of things first and a person rarely, and mostly just want friends. but due to really really bad rejection sensitivity (i think, whether thats the cause or not is uncomfirmed) i will run away if i see a lot of hate towards things i like.

you may know some of my old pseuds (risa, vee, eris, harley, idr what else) no i did not do smthn bad or horrible. i just get tired of pseuds quickly, but have stuck with brina for the last 3 years so wheee.

002 this is not my main rp, but it is a sideblog to my main rp. likes/asks (unless tumblr implements sending asks from side accounts, as they did with replying from side accounts) will come from mendinggashes.

003 usual situation here, please don't just godmod without asking first, don't assume i'm following canon at all in any way, don't assume that your muse appearing in my bio means i will assume anything about your muse, etc. i will always start threads with people i don't already have a relationship with either by muse first meeting, or if i'm given approval to, somewhere during their 'getting to know' phase. i won't assume friends/enemies/any of that, will never force romance, just because i like something does NOT mean i'm going to force it on you. I am not following you because i want to ship/have a specific dyn/etc. i'm following you because i like your writing and i would like to be friends if you're open to it.

004 due to the nature of some characters on this blog, i will not be tagging cults (relating to VFD, and res village), WRITTEN blood and whatnot (photos will be tagged), drugs in writing (wonderland/resident evil/probably asoue too honestly vfd did some fluffed up shiz. I'm not planning on rbing photos so that should be whatever, but if i do reblog the 'wonders' from wonderland, those will be tagged as drugs, cause that's what they are.)

005 this blog is exclusive to my friends/mutuals for mendinggashes. so if we don't write/talk there, we cannot write here. i know some muses here are definitely more sought after than my main bbygirl and the rude demon man i hate, but that's sort of just how things roll ig.

006 I love shipping, don't get me wrong, but lets talk about it before hopping in! as we know, this blog is exclusive to my mutuals on mendinggashes, so i know you actually want to write with me and not just ship with these specific characters.

I do have some specifics: I will never write b.atjok.es romantically, no matter who you are. I will not write incest. I will not write SA. Pleaase don't force these, or ships in general, on me, but do talk to me if you ship our characters! After at least one threat, preferably, because again, all of my muses are canon divergent, so what you know from the series will NOT be what they are here in most situations.

007 if you're gonna send me stuff like 'oh you cant like xyzxyz its so xyzxyz' i'll prolly softblock you so it doesnt really matter but like, don't be weird man, don't be mean to people, why can't people just be nice yknow. i dont wanna be mean, i dont want drama, i just want chill

008 uhhhh please tag animal abuse/death. that's pretty much my one and only wish. though if you're going to post current events on your rp please tag that too, i just i have a lot of health issues that are triggered by stress i'm trying to avoid additional stress at all times.

#pinned.

[icarius13oo-blog]

ChatGPT-generated content:  Muppet Babies and the Nega-Nanny.

Kermit: Hey guys, what do you want to do today?

Fozzie: How about we play a game of tag?

Piggy: I don't want to play tag. Let's have a tea party instead.

Gonzo: Ooh, I like tea parties! Can we dress up in fancy clothes?

Summer: Sure, I'll go get my princess dress!

Animal: Tag! You're it, Fozzie!

Fozzie: Hey, no fair! I wasn't ready!

Kermit: Alright, let's calm down. How about we take turns playing tag and having a tea party?

Piggy: Sounds like a good compromise to me.

Gonzo: Yeah, and we can still dress up!

Animal: Tag! You're it, Summer!

Summer: Ah, come on! Can't we have our tea party first?

Fozzie: I'm getting hungry. Can we have some snacks at the tea party?

Kermit: Okay, let's head to the kitchen and make some snacks. Then we can have our tea party.

Gonzo: Yay! I love snacks!

Animal: Tag! You're it, Kermit!

Kermit: Oh boy, here we go again.

As they excitedly pile into the kitchen, the floor suddenly crumbles beneath them, and the Muppet Babies find themselves plummeting into in infinite black void.

Kermit: Whoa, what's happening?!

Fozzie: I don't know, but I don't like it!

Piggy: Somebody do something!

Gonzo: This is wild! Wheee!

Summer: Gonzo, this is not the time to have fun!

Animal: Falling!

As the Muppet Babies tumble through the void, they can see strange shapes and colors whizzing by them.

Kermit: This is getting weirder by the second!

Fozzie: Can somebody please tell me what's going on?!

Piggy: I think we're in some kind of...dimensional portal or something.

Gonzo: Cool! I've always wanted to go on a space adventure!

Summer: But we don't know where we're going or how to get back!

Animal: Grr, let's find a way out of here!

Just then, a bright light appears in the distance, growing larger and larger as the Muppet Babies approach it.

Kermit: What is that light?!

Fozzie: I don't know, but it looks like our only chance to escape!

Piggy: Everybody, hold on tight!

Gonzo: I'm ready for anything!

Summer: Here we go!

Animal: Go!

As they reach the light, the Muppet Babies feel a jolt, and suddenly find themselves back in the kitchen, safe and sound.

Kermit: Whew, we made it!

Fozzie: That was insane!

Piggy: I never want to go through something like that again!

Gonzo: But it was so cool!

Summer: Let's just be glad we're back in one piece.

Animal: Safe!

Kermit: Alright, let's make those snacks!

Fozzie: I want to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!

Piggy: Ugh, that's so boring. Let's make fancy hors d'oeuvres instead!

Gonzo: Ooh, I like fancy food!

Summer: I'll get the cheese and crackers.

Animal: Grr, I'll help with the sandwiches!

As the Muppet Babies finish preparing their snacks, they gather by the doorway to leave the kitchen.

Kermit: Alright, who's ready to go?

Fozzie: Me!

Piggy: Let's get out of here.

Gonzo: Wait, why does the kitchen look different?

Summer: Oh no, the doorway is leading into a mirror image of the kitchen!

Animal: Trapped!

Kermit: We have to find another way out of here. Let's try the windows.

Fozzie: Good idea, Kermit!

Piggy: Oh, I hope we're not stuck in here forever.

Gonzo: Don't worry, guys. We'll find a way out.

Summer: But which way do we go?

Animal: Grr, follow me!

As the Muppet Babies explore the mirrored kitchen, they start to notice strange things - the colors are inverted, and the objects are slightly distorted.

Kermit: This is so weird. Everything's backwards!

Fozzie: Hey, look at me! My fur is white instead of brown!

Piggy: We need to focus, guys. We have to find a way out.

Gonzo: Maybe there's a secret door somewhere!

Summer: Let's check all the cabinets and drawers.

Animal:  Search!

As they search, the Muppet Babies start to feel more and more lost.  Suddenly, a figure appears in the mirrored kitchen.

Kermit: Oh no, it's Nega-Nanny!

Fozzie: And she's talking backwards!

Piggy: What does she want from us?

Gonzo: Maybe she knows how to get out of here.

Summer: But how are we supposed to understand her if she's talking backwards?

Animal: Nanny!

Nega-Nanny continues to speak in reverse, her words unintelligible to the Muppet Babies.

Kermit: This is making my head spin.

Fozzie: I don't know if I can handle this.

Piggy: Maybe we need to speak backwards too, to understand her.

Gonzo: Ooh, good idea!

Summer: Alright, let's give it a try.

Animal: Reverse! Reverse!

The Muppet Babies start speaking backwards, attempting to communicate with Nega-Nanny.

Kermit: Hsiw evig nac uoy taht?

Fozzie: Yrros si siht.

Piggy: Siht ekil klaw.

Gonzo: Ydob siht ylno ot erofeb gnimoc.

Summer: Sdneirf uoy ekil ot ta kcab ot?

Animal: Grr, emit era uoy?

To their surprise, Nega-Nanny responds in their reversed language.

Nega-Nanny: Os, emit nac uoy seht htiw eht lla fo ittefnoc!

Kermit: Wait, did she just say she can help us?

Fozzie: I think she did!

Piggy: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's follow her!

Gonzo: She's our only chance to get out of here.

Summer: Alright, let's do it.

Animal: Grr, follow Nega-Nanny!

As the Muppet Babies follow Nega-Nanny through the mirrored kitchen, they begin to notice strange things happening around them. The kitchen appliances seem to take on twisted, ominous forms, and the shadows on the walls take on menacing shapes.

Kermit: What's happening to the kitchen?

Fozzie: It looks like something out of a nightmare!

Piggy: This can't be real. It's just our imaginations, right?

Gonzo: Or maybe it's something more.

Summer: We have to stay focused. We need to find a way out of here.

Animal: Grr, spooky!

Nega-Nanny leads the Muppet Babies to a large, dark room at the end of the kitchen. In the center of the room, a shadowy figure looms, its features indistinct and its form ever-shifting.

Nega-Nanny: This is the source of your fear. Face it, and you can break free.

Kermit: What is it?

Fozzie: I don't know, but it's giving me the creeps.

Piggy: We have to do this, for ourselves and for each other.

Gonzo: Let's go!

Summer: Together!

Animal: Grr, face fear!

The Muppet Babies steel themselves and approach the shadowy figure. As they draw nearer, it begins to take on more defined features. It's a twisted, corrupted version of Nanny, with a malevolent grin and eyes full of malice.

Corrupted Nanny: You thought you could escape me? You thought you could hide from your own fears?

Kermit: What are you?

Corrupted Nanny: I am your doubts, your anxieties, your insecurities. And you will never be rid of me.

Fozzie: We'll see about that!

The Muppet Babies charge forward, ready to face their fears head-on.  As they collide with Corrupted Nanny, each one is enveloped in a dark mist and transported to their own personal hellscape. Kermit finds himself in an endless swamp, where his deepest insecurities taunt him from every direction. Fozzie is transported to a stage where he is performing to an empty theater, his jokes met with only silence. Piggy finds herself in front of a mirror, where she is confronted with her own self-doubt and insecurities.

Gonzo is transported to a carnival of horrors, where his fear of the unknown is amplified to unbearable levels. Summer finds herself in a void where her greatest fears and anxieties are projected around her. Animal finds himself trapped in a cage, unable to escape the anger and aggression he fears lies within him.

As each Muppet Baby faces their fears head-on, they begin to realize that they are stronger than they ever thought. Kermit learns to trust his leadership skills and the support of his friends. Fozzie realizes that his love of comedy is more important than the approval of others. Piggy discovers that she is capable of achieving anything she sets her mind to.

Gonzo learns to embrace the unknown and take risks. Summer realizes that it's okay to ask for help and that her friends are always there for her. Animal confronts his inner anger and learns to channel it into positive energy.

One by one, the Muppet Babies are transported back to the mirrored kitchen, each one holding their favorite snack in hand.

Kermit: That was intense!

Fozzie: Yeah, but we did it!

Piggy: We faced our fears and came out stronger!

Summer: And we did it together.

Gonzo: I'm just glad we're back to the real kitchen. That mirrored one was freaking me out.

Animal: Grr, strong!

The Muppet Babies look at each other, smiling and feeling closer than ever.

Nega-Nanny: "Congratulations, my little ones! You have faced your fears and emerged stronger than ever. Remember that you are capable of anything you set your minds to. Now, let's celebrate with a tea party!"

With a final burst of confetti, Nega-Nanny disappears.

Kermit: "Well, that was unexpected."

Fozzie: "Yeah, but it was kind of fun!"

Kermit: "I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving!"

Fozzie: "Me too! Let's chow down on these snacks!"

Piggy: "And enjoy our tea party together!"

Gonzo: "Sounds like the perfect way to end a crazy adventure!"

Summer: "Yeah, and we definitely earned it."

Animal: "Yay! Snacks!"

Summer: "Me too, Gonzo. But I'm glad we faced our fears and learned so much about ourselves."

Animal: "Yay! Snacks!"

The Muppet Babies laugh and dig into their snacks, enjoying their well-deserved tea party together.

#muppet babies #chatbot #chatGPT #ai #ai content

[ifyouseekay468]

The absolute whiplash you get when you see a pic/video of someone wearing the exact outfit your OC lost their virginity in

#it was like wait. I know this from somewhere. wheee do I know this. #*wakes up at 3 AM in a cold swear* THATS where it’s from #creative writing is one hell of a drug lemme tell ya

[ussjellyfish]

fic: work-life balance pt 4 | AoS| Philinda | mature (wheee!)

Note: Thank you so much for your support, likes, comments, kudos, I’m having a fantastic time writing this and it means so much to me that people enjoy it.

Summary: They've been friends for years but only got to be a couple for weeks before he died last time. How do they move forward as partners?

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Interdisciplinary Seminar 209 - Working in Partnerships

Her apartment smells like waffles when she wakes up. Phil's gone to the kitchen to cook, and the other side of the bed is cool. She leaves the bed naked, grabbing her robe from the closet. Phil's standing over a waffle iron that was not in her apartment yesterday, coffee in hand. He smiles at her in his pajamas, hair ruffled, wearing his glasses.   

"Morning."

"You weren't kidding about waffles."

"They're fun."

"They smell good." 

He circles the island, touching her shoulder. "Sleep okay?"

"It's nice, having you here."

"Because I'm warm?"

"And you cook." She turns into his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck. "I'm used to you already."

"I'm not going anywhere."

She kisses him, because then she doesn't have to talk. He always leaves. He doesn't want to, but he dies on her. Now he's back and they're really not in dangerous places but- does he want to stay? Can they really do this? They're good at being friends, partners, but they only ever got to be together for a few weeks in Tahiti. That was without jobs, without family, without anything to worry about except each other. Of course that worked. She couldn't mess it up. 

Phil strokes her cheek. "Hey, so, which of us is anxious?"

"What?"

"There's a knot in my stomach like a ice ball."

"Must be the coffee." 

He holds her hands, walks her to the table. "Sit, have some tea. What is it?"

"This is great."

"It is." Phil takes a moment, staying into her eyes. "And that bothers you."

Melinda wraps her hands around her tea, staring at the empty plates he's already set. "We don't get great."

"We do, we did, Tahiti--"

"Was wonderful until you died."

"I'm not dying now." 

He's not. He's healthy, whole. There's color in his face and he carried her up from the garage. He could barely stand at the end. He's fine. He could stay. They could really be together, get married, go to the movies and grovery shop and spend decades together. 

They could, but they're still them. They're not really good at domestic, staying in one place or relationships. Between them they have more than a handful of failed loves, almost including each other. 

She shouldn't say it, but she does. "But you died. I watched."

He winces, reaching across the table to touch her hand. "I'm sorry."

She shakes her head, starting to take a sip of her tea, then stopping. It's not fair to blame him, but he is him. He made the same choices. "It's not even the dying, I got through that. It's that you chose."

Phil pulls his hand back and that hurt. She can feel the little cracks, like ice.  "I had to."

She should be better than this, but he's wrong. "You didn't."

"Wait a sec." He heads to the kitchen and returns, dropping a hot waffle onto her plate. Phil pushes the butter and syrup towards her, and points at the berries. "Eat while you yell at me."

"I'm not yelling."

"Maybe you should, might feel better." He takes a bite of his own and smiles, all gentle, apologetic. She can feel his remorse well up inside of him, and the affection beneath it. He loves her, and it's bright, almost too much so, like the sun over the clouds and she can't protect herself. 

"You chose to die."

"Daisy needed to save the world."

She stares at her fork, then her hands, and looks up. "I don't care." 

He nearly drops his own fork, eyes widening. "Oh?"

"I would have let the world crumble to save you."

Phil takes a breath, and her frozen knot of anxiety melts with his, twisting her stomach. "I know."

"Do you? Do you really know? I would give up everything for you." She would have let the planet crumple like wet paper if she got to keep him with her. That's terrifying. She's trained her life to save people. To serve, to give of herself until there's nothing left, but some part of her drew the line at him. She can make peace with Katya's death in Bahrain. She can grieve for Andrew and move on, but she can't face a universe without Phil Coulson. 

He toys with his napkin, twisting it in his hands. "You're too good for me."

"No."

"You are."

"Phil--"

He leaves his chair, circles the table and leans on it, right beside her. "You chose me, you always chose me. I don't."

"You don't have to, you shouldn't." She doesn't deserve that. Happiness is too fleeting for her, always has been. These beautiful days are going to leave, he's going to leave. She only has herself and people she looks after. That's all she's allowed. 

"Hey. If we're going to do this, us, I want to do it right. You and me, not for weeks, but for years, decades, I want to see your hair go grey, finally, at ninety." 

He's still too nerdy for her, except it's perfect, because if he was serious, she wouldn't be able to smile now. 

He doesn't know what he's asking. She can't look at him, because her eyes will give everything away. If she hasn't already radiated her worries through him. "It might not be that simple."

Slipping down, he kneels in front of her, hands on her lap. "Let's try it. You and me, for as long as we have."

"This feels like a proposal."

"Maybe. A little." He blushes a little so it wasn't what he meant but there's hope in his chest. That sings out through her so loudly that he might as well say it. 

"Do you want to?"

He kisses her hand and stands up, kissing her forehead as well before returning to his chair. "Kind of. Should do it better."

"Give me a few days?"

"That's not no."

He would always get a yes, and she smiles, weary and hopeful, almost dizzy with love. "It's not no."

"Okay then." Phil centers himself, and something in him finds a home. His resolve soothes her. There's a confidence- no- a choice. This time, now, when they don't have to save the world, now he can choose them. Her. "Should we talk about something else?"

She points with her fork at her plate, taking another bite. Talking around the waffle in her mouth, she smiles. "These are good."

"Better than take out?"

"I've never tried the Academy's waffles."

"Sneak some home and we'll compare."

"The company's better here."

"Good." He gets up again and returns with another waffle, setting it on a plate between them. 

"How many people are you cooking for?"

"They freeze."

Melinda nods. "You're staying long enough to start filling my freezer?"

"Frozen pizza and ice cubes isn't really enough."

"I think I have some pork buns."

He tears the waffle in half and adds half to her plate. "Eat."

"Phil, they really are good."

"Took me forever to get the recipe right."

"Oh?"

"It's all about egg whites, finding the right balance, but the first few times you try it just says 'fold them in' and that's not helpful."

"It doesn't sound helpful."

"You'd fold them like a shirt, wouldn't you?"

"Or a towel. My laundry skills are fine."

"Your laundry skills have never been in doubt."

"I'm glad you can give me credit somewhere."

"Your linen closet is impeccable."

"Thank you." 

He clears her plate, but lingers, touching her shoulder. She sighs, content, even in the pit of her stomach. He might have something more permanent than just allowing the Academy to think they're married in mind, but he'll wait. He's never quick with things, so a few days could easily be weeks. That's fine. This is all right. If they're going to choose each other, they should do it when most things have been said. 

Tugging him down by his pajama shirt, she kisses him, deep and slow. This they don't have to wait for. She has time this morning and for once she's not wishing desperately for a nap. Phil sets the plate down on the far side of the table, giving his full attention to what she's doing to his mouth. 

"Well, good morning," he teases, catching his breath. 

"It is." Melinda leaves her chair, opening her robe a little over her chest and pulling his hands to her hips. He strokes her skin through the thin fabric, running his hands up towards her waist while he looks at the table. The sensible thing to do is drag him back to the bedroom and tear off his pajamas, but it's a sturdy table. She takes a step back, pressing her thighs against the wood.

"Here?"

"You want to wait?"

He lifts her up, setting her on the table as he opens her robe as if unwrapping something precious. His rush of arousal brings color to his face and settles hot between her thighs. He wants, she needs, she demands, he offers: it all spins in her head. Colors and sensations, chaotic, desiring-- holding onto his shoulders helps keep her head from spinning and the sensation frustrates her. She's been lightheaded hundred of times, usually because she's bleeding, but this time she doesn't have that to blame.

"You okay?"

She hums in response, pulling him closer with her legs behind his back. 

His thumb brushes her cheek and he kisses her again, too gentle. "Suppose it's too easy to figure out what I'm thinking now." 

"I have a few ideas."

His thin pajamas leave very little to the imagination, and they're definitely sharing the same heat, even if her head's struggling to connect to the rest of her. 

"Should we?" he starts to ask, sliding his fingers up her bare thighs. 

"What?"

"Are you- birth control--"

She kisses his neck, making it impossible for him to finish a thought, let alone keep asking if they need to be careful. "You can't get me pregnant right now."

He rubs his thumb over her thigh, staring at little, pausing, and she sighs, tilting her hips closer to his hand. That distracts him. Phil toys with her a few moments longer, not touching but close, so close that the heat of his hand taunts her. He distracts her with kisses, with his tongue on her breasts, but she wants and he's ready and they touch, deepen, melt--

She grabs his back, digging her fingers into his muscles, tugging him close, rocking her hips against his. 

She moans, sighing into her skin.  "I missed--" 

He doesn't let her finish, and she loves that about him. He slips within, full, hot, familiar. Nodding, she arches her back towards him, head spinning with pleasure instead of the other thing. He guides her thighs closer to the edge of the table, parts her legs, shifts the angle and there- fuck-- his hand dances over her clit, teasing, promising and it's quick, but it's been forever and days and being in contact was so necessary that it ran over their skin like static. His rising orgasm heats her neck, pulsing through her while he thrusts. 

She gasps, panting, teetering on the brink of her control. It's too soon, but he's so close she can taste his release and they've been orbiting each other, growing closer like missiles. They needed this.

She crashes and he groans and she tightens, holding him until he thrusts again, the orgasms. Her teeth tingle as her blood rushes hot, filling all of her, even the foggy corners of her brain. He holds her close, letting her slump against him while she catches her breath.

"You're incredible."

Kissing his neck, then his shoulder, she creeps back to his mouth. "We can do better."

"Do we need more practice?"

"Just like cooking, I imagine."

"Imagine is right."

She glares, then drops her robe to the table and slips off, walking naked towards the bedroom. "I can let you imagine by yourself if you'd rather."

"Practical experience might be more fun."

"Then get your clothes off, Phil." 

He meets her in the doorway to her bedroom, catching her waist. He kisses her neck, then down her shoulders, moving her hair out of the way. "I remember wanting to do this in Tahiti."

"You did."

"It wasn't the same." He runs his hands over her hips, teasing. "I couldn't pick up you up and put you on the table."

"That was nice."

Phil kisses her, insistent, hungry, wanting, and she melts into him. He's half-hard again against her stomach, and he'll need time. Her head's a little foggy, but it's so much better than being exhausted that she can't explain. Maybe not up against the wall this time. 

She leads them towards the bed, letting his hands wander her skin while they kiss. He has so much more strength than Tahiti, and there's nothing to fear. No waiting darkness for them. They can take their time, enjoy it. There's no bitter. 

"I'm going to need a few minutes."

"I'm sure you can find some way to entertain yourself." She leads him to the bed, tugging him back. He starts to sit, but she shakes her head. "You can be on top."

Phil's eyes widen. "You're always--"

"You're special." 

"Oh I am?" He's teasing but her heart trembles. He's everything. She loves him, and being in love, letting go is so hard. She doesn't deserve it. She can't-- Believing is so hard for her and so easy for him. 

Phil's hand runs down her stomach, stroking lower, delicate and playful. "I can think of a good way to pass some time." 

"That's why you're special." 

He brushes her breast with his other hand, toying with her nipple. They're a little heavy, even sore. Does he feel that? Did she share it? He softens, turning his focus downward. He guides her onto the bed. "Sit." He parts her legs, kissing her inner thigh while she runs her hand through his hair. 

Phil glances up at her breasts, kissing her chest once before parting her thighs. Has he noticed they're different? He spent so much time with them... she can't worry about that. He's here and they shouldn't waste this time before she has to go to work. She puts the thought away, focusing on Phil and this moment. He adored making her orgasm in Tahiti, leaving her gasping while they waited for him to recover. It wasn't minutes there. He was tired. 

Now he's full of life. 

He kisses his way up, opening her up with his fingers before he finds her clit with his tongue. She moans, panting while he slips his fingers inside. He curls them up, in, sliding deep because she's so wet, wanting. 

"Phil--" She digs her hands into his hair, pulling him closer, trying to get him rougher, more pressure, but he's a tease. He softens his tongue and she could flip him away and finish it herself.

Or wait. Tremble. Beg. 

"Please." 

He sucks, brushing her clit against his chin, his lips and sparks rush behind her eyes. Pleasure builds, threatening, taunting- can she share it with him? Can she hold it back? Control slips from her, falling away and he knows, so he slows his hand, he licks instead of sucking and without the pressure it's like she's lost the air in the room.

"Dammit, Phil, please."

Harder, tighter, closer- he's such a tease. He loves that. He wants her to beg. She rocks closer and he pushes her back. One hand runs down her chest, squeezing her breasts, running his palm over her stomach. His hand inside curls a little deeper, rougher and her head spirals. He sucks again, hot and sweet and she twists her hands in the sheets, arching her back.

He pauses.

Of course.

"If you stop now I will kill you."

And she could, in several quick ways, slow ways, but he knows better. He likes the brink, the begging, the tension. This time, she can share it with him. Project her desire, desperation, longing, that maddening--

Orgasm hits hard, rushing up from her belly, blooming hot behind her eyes. Melinda might share that too, she's not sure how her abilities work with such things. His eyes are dark when she opens hers, and he strokes her cheek, kissing the sweat from her forehead. He pulls back but she tugs him in. He'll give her a minute, bring her water, hold her--

Or he could take her again, press her into the mattress, fill her. She opens her thighs, wraps her legs around his, pulls him over her. 

"Melinda--" 

"It's all right."

"I can feel you." He kisses her, resting on his elbows. "It's incredible."

"You were incredible."

"I was, wasn't I?" He smirks, lowering his hand to slip his cock inside of her. 

Her body's still trembling from the last, but she can control that, pull him in. Her teeth tingle and he's heavy over her, hot inside. He thrusts, brightening the stars behind her eyes. She arches into him, tilting her hips, letting him take her deep, He moans, panting in her neck. She digs her fingers into his back, holding him close, pulling him in, sharing that wanting- needing- completeness. 

Melinda focuses on her affection, her love, her desire, and lets him feel it. She drops her control and meets his eyes, pouring her soul into him, heart and body. For a second they breathe as one, overlapping before they crash. He orgasms, hot and deep, and she laughs, moaning and content

"That's a hell of a thing," he says, breathless in her arms. "That's what it feels like for you?"

"Just with you."

"Melinda-" 

"You're the only one who've I've been able to share that with." 

"It's intense."

"You okay?" 

He laughs, kissing her forehead. "You'll have to give me more than a minute."

Curling into him, she sighs, closing her eyes. "I have class in an hour, meetings after that."

Phil toys with her hair. "That's a lot."

"This is my slow day." She snuggles in, taking the time she has.

"It's a lot."

"Yes."

"Are you all right?" He asks so sweetly that her chest aches. 

"Tired."

"I've never seen you this tired, and I've seen you during three week deep over assignments where no one slept."

"We were younger." 

"We're not that old."

Phil chuckles. "Speak for yourself."

"Hey, I'm older than you now."

"What?"

"Think about it. You're from more than two years ago. I'm older, so I'm tired." 

He sits up, resting on his elbows. "That's all it is?"

"Mmm-hmm." She kisses his chest, eyes still closed. "I'm all right."

"Let me help."

"You are helping."

"This is all you need?"

She strokes his chest. "This is nice." 

He sighs, and she can picture his face without looking. That face means she needs to open her eyes. She lifts her head, meeting his gaze. 

"How can you help?"

"How many classes are you teaching?"

"Several."

"May--"

"It's fine."

"And meetings, you must have at least three a day." 

"Meetings aren't new, Phil."

"I know, I know." He lifts her face with his hand under her chin. "I'm good at meetings."

"You're not the director of the Academy."

"I could be her right hand."

She laughs, resting her hand on his chest. "Are you offering yourself a job?"

"You've been everything I needed, for years, decades. You were my council, my support. Let me support you."

She sits up, her hair falling heavy over her shoulders. "Phil--"

"You don't have to answer right away, just, think about it. You're carrying a lot. You're exhausted. I can help. I know SHIELD. I know you. I'd be good at it." 

Melinda kisses him, smiling as she shakes her head. "You'd be great at it." 

"Think about it in your meetings."

"When I think about you, I'll think about much more fun things than work." She kisses him one more time, then leaves the bed. 

"Well that's a great use of your meeting." 

She ducks into the bathroom, cleaning herself up. He'll probably distract her more if she takes more time to get ready. He's still in bed when she returns, smiling, flushed, very pleased with himself, as he should be. She starts getting dressed and he watches, patient, fascinated, and still very much enamored with her. That tingles on the back of her neck, warm and wonderful.

Buttoning her blouse, she returns to the bed to kiss him. "Offering to do my work with me is one of the sweetest things you've ever done."

"Thanks for not asking me to shoot you in the head."

She shuts her eyes, smiles, laughs in relief. "You couldn't handle that."

"Not at all." He stands up, chooses her earrings and hands them over. "These ones."

"Thanks." Melinda kisses him again, standing on her tiptoes and pulling him close. This should give him something to think about all day. "See you tonight."

#philinda #philinda fic #agents of shield #fic: work-life balance

[cecilspeaks]

157 - The Promise of Time

If it walks like a duck, and sings like a duck, And excretes slime like a duck, Then it’s a d- uh, you know? I don’t think that’s a duck. Welcome to Night Vale.

The future is here, listeners. The future is now. Dying has become a bad joke, and we wonder how we ever put up with it.t The Quality Cryogenics Corporation, run by one Casper Rhodes, is offering a simple solution. They will remove your brain upon death, freeze it, and then revive you hundreds of years from now, when the technology exists to live eternally. The town was recently traumatized by time working correctly and us all having to deal with aging, so this solution is exactly what we are looking for. And it only costs 10,000 in cash, no refunds. I am currently getting together the funds to purchase this service for both myself and my husband Carlos, because I believe that the two of us can live together forever. No more is there this awful time limit ticking down from the moment of our meeting until the moment of our parting. Now our brains will sit snugly next to each other, until we are weakened anew to a bright future.

Carlos says he is a little unsure about this, because he thinks that death is one of the most scientific processes of all. But he’ll come around. We’ll just talk about it, and he’ll see it my way. After all, we have the rest of our lives. And our lives – will never end.

Here’s the news. Now that we all know we’re going to get to live there, all any of us can talk about is the future. What is it going to be like? Will there be trees? Will we still have that insufferable moon? These are the questions we are all having to consider now that we will live forever. And one person is claiming to have those answers. A professional futurist and digital prophet named NZ has released a lengthy report outlining what the future is like. Apparently, skyscrapers will be twice as all, but also twice as thin. Each floor will only hold about one medium room or three very small rooms. But also, skyscrapers will have thousands of floors. The biggest revelation in NZ’s report is that in the future, menial labor will be done by robots! Robots will wash our cars, clean our toilets, and cook our food, leaving us all the time in the world to quietly boil in existential dread. According to NZ, these robots first enter the market in about a hundred years, and then really catch on until everyone has three or four at their disposal. And also everyone is so, so bored.

Man, the future sounds great. I can’t wait to get there! This has been the news.

Let’s have a look at today’s horoscopes. Leo. This is a fantastic month for new business plans, travels, meeting new people, and breaking out of the windowless prison cell you woke up in this morning. Good luck on all those exciting ventures!

Virgo. I hope you are not too attached to your left hand. Either way, you won’t be soon.

Libra. You will walk out from your house. The sun will look strange to you, even though you think it perhaps always looked like that. It will look like it always has, and it will look so strange. As you walk down the street, you will see a path you’ve never noticed before, leading away from the familiar into a dark and twisted wood. You will follow this path, the warm dirt softly crunching under your feet. At the end of the path, you will come to a small and cozy home. In the window will be a boy, and he will give you a sign. A hand to the side means it is safe to go on, a hand by the air means the burrowers are hungry tonight. A covered mouth means the time is nigh. You may proceed accordingly. Even the stars do not know what happens next.

Scorpio. You’re a great brother-in-law, husband, father and friend. And if it’s up to me - and let’s be honest, it is – the stars will never say another mean thing about you again.

Sagittarius. You are really walking on thin ice here, buddy! No really buddy, you are walking on thin ice, buddy look down, the ice is about to crack and the waters below are so cold and clear. You have never seen anything so beautiful.

Capricorn. You have spent your life searching for your soul mate. Finally, having given up on love, you have volunteered to board a starship destined to never return to our world. You will live out decades on that vast arc, developing close but platonic relationships with the few fellow humans that are with you. Finally, in your 83rd year, you will land on a planet that’s surface will appear to be made entirely of silver. You will step out onto that foreign terrain, and waiting for you will be an alien being made entirely of vapor, a wisp of a creature whose droplets will curl around you, and you will smile and realize that you have finally found your soul mate.

Aquarius. Your lucky number is five, which is also how many days you have left. That’s an auspicious coincidence!

Pisces. Everyone knows your terrible secret, and they think it’s really boring.

Aries. This just says “spiders” in increasingly large fonts for about seven pages. Aww, that’s cute!

Taurus. Turn your eyes to the heavens. Honestly, it’s better not to see what’s approaching from below.

Gemini. There will come a day in which you will have to go to the ocean. Who knows when that day will come. You might be hundreds of miles away form the ocean, you might be in an airplane or working on a farm in Ottawa. But there will come a day in which you will have to go to the ocean, and so you will travel in whatever attire you were wearing when you were called, barefoot and groggy, walking day and night until you see the glitter of water, until you hear the hush of the waves. And then you will walk into the ocean until only your head is above the surface, and you will laugh and laugh and laugh. And the ocean will laugh with you. But today is not that day. Who knows when it will come?

And lastly, Cancer. Uh huh. OK. Yeah. Everything is basically fine with you, yeah. You’re good. Nothingggggg tooo report.

This has been horoscopes.

Demand has become so high for the services of the Quality Cryogenics Corporation that Casper Rhodes announced that he has run out of space for brains. “Gotta stuff these head blobs somewhere,” he said, “but where to toss ‘em?” City Council agreed that this is an important problem, and immediately requisitioned large swaths for Night Vale real estate to serve as eventual brain storage locations. There are rumors that this move was made in exchange for free use of cryogenic services by the City Council. But the council vehemently denied the allegation and said to prove their innocence, they would arrest anyone who tried to say that they were guilty. Initially, the public library was one of the buildings intended to be converted to brain storage. But a single librarian scuttled out from the front door and stood eye to eyes with the City Council, until the City Council whimpered and backed down. At which point the librarian silently retreated, their deadly point made, their library safe. This is quite a change from when the only customer of Casper Rhodes was Charlie Bear, weekday shift manager at the Ralphs. Now there are only a few people left in town who haven’t signed up. I am a little ashamed to say that Carlos and I are one of those few, it’s y-, eh, taking me longer than I thought to scrape together the money and Carlos still wants to talk about it more but don’t worry, we will definitely join you all in the future. I will see you there!

Speaking of which, local futurist and digital prophet NZ is giving a seminar on the future. But attendance is expected to be low. Frankly, people find NZ’s predictions a little silly. After all, what does this NZ know about the future that we don’t? All any of us know about the future is that some day we will end up there, and by the time we get there, it won’t be the future. In any case, we expected more exciting predictions. Frequent space travel, miracle cures to the disease, and contact with more alien species than the three we know about in our primitive time. But NZ just won’t shut up about robots, and how much of the future is defined by robots serving us hand and foot. Only three people showed up to NZ’s seminar, one of whom was your faithful reporter, and one especially upset attendee even threw popcorn and led a chant of “Booriing!” during the part about the robots. And I’m not sorry I did it, either. It was very boring.

The family of missing person Frank Chen has filed a lawsuit against the city, declaring criminal negligence in allowing a five-headed dragon to claim the identity of their one-headed human family member, merely because the dragon carried about Frank’s ID. “You are all monsters,” said Frank’s sister Lauren. “Monsters! Monsters! Monsters!” She said this through a bullhorn, as she drove her convertible up and down the city streets. “But how could we have known?” the City Council fumed. “What, are we supposed to look into every suspicious disappearance in Night Vale? We only have 18 hands, we are doing the best we can.” The lawsuit will start with a document review and depositions. Currently, they are seeking all records on the suspected killer of Frank Chen, one Hiram McDaniels, who has not been seen in town for a couple years now. They also want to interview friends of Hiram, including a radio host who wouldn’t describe himself as a friend, more a dedicated observer.

And now a look at the stock market. [squeals] Wheee, ahahahaha! Ahahaha ooh, oo-hohoh, whaaaaaaaaa, hahah, wow!! This has been a look at the stock market.

Now let’s go over to – hello? Oh sorry, wha-what are you doing here? Listeners, the futurist NZ has entered the studio. They are waving at me frantically and holding up signs, um let me just put on my reading glasses. Embarrassing, but I suppose we all eventually reach that age. I never thought I would, but now that time is working correctly and I have aged – yes. Yes, no I see you, pointing at the sign, screaming NZ just give me a moment now where did I put those glasses? It’s in my pocket, oh [chuckles]. Now there’s some sort of metal man next to NZ. Oh, yes you have a sign, OK alright, alright, here’s my glasses! [clears throat] Uh, NZ’s sign reads “I am not a futurist, I am from the future. A time traveler sent back to warn you all.” And they’re still pointing at the metal man. Ah, this is one of those robots that NZ is always going on about! NZ is saying that everything they told us about the robots was true, and they brought one just to prove it, well hi robot! Oh, oh the robot has something to say? Oh, wait, it’s saying “I’m hardly a bear.” Well no, [chuckles] I’d say you’re not. You’re more of  a robot. Oh no, I misheard, they’re saying “Time carved a pear.” What? NZ, I think your robot is malfunctioning. Wait, not it’s saying… it’s saying, “I’m Charlie Bear.” Charlie Bear? Well he’s the weekday shift manager at the Ralphs, this makes no sense. The robot is saying again: “I’m Charlie Bear.” And then it is saying: “Help me.” It is saying “help me” over and over in a hollow digital moan.

Listeners, uh.. Let’s check in on the weather.

[“Good Intentions, Bad Advice” by Nicky Flowers https://nickyflowers.bandcamp.com]

The robot told us everything. Once the robot was Charlie Bear, weekday shift manger at the Ralphs, and then a man named Casper Rhodes came to town. Casper offered the idea of living forever, freezing Charlie’s brain after death so that he could wake up in the future once mortality was a bad dream. Once sickness was a memory. So Charlie signed up. He took out his life savings plus a couple loans and paid the 10,000 dollars. And Charlie became the first customer of the Quality Cryogenics Corporation. And Charlie was so happy. He is so happy somewhere in town, even while this robot tells us its story. Charlie is unaware, and he is happy. Because Charlie believes he has defeated death. And Charlie will continue to believe this for another 15 years until the unfortunate whistle pig incident. And after that, his brain will be removed from his mangled corpse and will remain frozen for centuries in the grain silo outside of town. And then one day, Charlie will awaken. It will be the future, as promised, and as promised he will not be dead, but all will not be well. He will have awoken as a brain in a metal body chained to that body’s programming. It will be explained to him that he was brought to the future by the Quality Cyborg Corporation, in order to take care of any errands or busywork needed while the humans of that future relax and watch him toil. You see, when we deny death and toss ourselves into the future, we do so with the strange delusion that the future feels it owes us life. That in the world of the future, they would want nothing more than to devote time and money into resurrecting each of us into eternal wellness. But the future does not feel any obligation to us at all. The past means only one thing to the future, the past is a resource. Every brain saved by Casper Rhodes is a resource.

It is a trick. We are being used. We must put a stop to this, we were all wrong trying to fight death this way, to put our trust in the future is though it would be anything but some other person’s present. Carlos was right, I was wrong! Who is this Casper Rhodes, and why is he doing this?

Oh, Casper’s calling to the station. He must be calling to confess or otherwise explain his crimes. Casper, is that you? What have you done? What have you done? Casper: Hi there, Cecil. Was listening to your show and really disappointed to hear what you were saying about me, buddy. But as the Smiling God says: when your enemies try to bring you down, just smile wider and wider until your smile eclipses the sun and then all other life in the universe. Believe in a Smiling God, buddy. Believe in a Smiling God.

Today’s proverb: As Dolly Parton said: tumble out of bed, and I stumble to the kitchen. Have to fight an evil magician, yawn and stretch and fight him for my life. Wise words.

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #welcome to night vale transcripts #episode 157 #the promise of time

[mittensmorgul]

This talk of the early seasons gives me another question: do you think the demons were trying to break John in hell? Like, were they trying to break the first seal with John a couple years before Dean? Or do you think breaking Dean was the original plan all along? (I'm aware the writers wouldn't have known about the seals while writing John being in hell seasons 1/2. I'm concerned about the Watsonian perspective here.) Thanks for your wisdom btw, I love your perspective on this stuff 😬

Hi there! First off, thanks! I do my best, and I’m glad you’re enjoying it :D

Second, wheee! Watsonian perspective is what I care most about, so I’ll stick to that. Well, mostly… the one thing I feel I do need to bring up is the timeline of s2, which I would suggest falls roughly over the span of time during which it airs– that’s to say that 2.01 (where John dies) and 2.22 (where John pops out of Hell and gives the assist in killing Azazel) are approximately eight to eleven months apart, depending on which theory of the timeline you subscribe to.

We know that 2.22 takes place immediately after the events of 2.21, which we have a concrete date for– Dean sells his soul on May 2, 2007. According to the Superwiki, John was killed by Azazel on July 19, 2006, but that’s a guess based on the date listed on the heart monitor of the girl who dies in the hospital in 2.01. And we all know how… timey-wimey those sorts of props can be, and I’m uncomfortable making definitive timeline estimates based on just those things. But for the purposes of this post, we’ll assume the range of potential timeline for 2.01 runs between late July and late September 2006 (since 2.01 aired on September 28, 2006, and often without other concrete dates, we assume canon runs approximately parallel to our real time).

So, John was in Hell for somewhere between 8 and 10 months, approximately, of canon standard time. But what do we really know about that time he spent in Hell?

We know DEAN’S experience in Hell, where he was being specifically worked over to the point of breaking. We know that his four months (actually more like four and a half– from May 2, 2008 through his resurrection date of September 18, 2008), but that it actually felt more like 40 years to him.

I need to stress this specifically, because the fandom assumption has always been “well, this is just what time is like uniformly throughout Hell, and not a targeted, concentrated experience catered specifically to accelerating Dean’s progression to surrender and pick up the blade himself, in fulfillment of the prophecy.”

I… always assumed that Dean’s experience was unique in Hell, and that– based on every other glimpse we’ve seen of Hell– Time runs… pretty much like normal Earth time there. Think of Crowley’s meeting with Cas in 6.20, in Hell’s waiting line. Or 11.09-11.10 (where we see more of Hell than ever before– both Crowley’s “dining room” there, several passageways, and the “stage cage” in Limbo), where time in Hell parallels exactly the characters who are still on Earth. While waiting for Dean and then Cas to arrive, for example, Sam only spends about half an hour with Lucifer in the cage alone, and Crowley and Rowena only spend the same amount of in-show time there as it takes for Dean and Cas to arrive, respectively. Finally, we have 8.19, wherein we know Sam had exactly 24 hours to break into Hell, retrieve Bobby, and escape to be picked up by the reaper who never arrived because Crowley was killed. Sam’s time “in Hell” exactly paralleled Dean’s time on Earth, as well as “purgatory time,” which we know runs approximately parallel to Earth Time after Dean spent “about a year” there.

So the logical conclusion is that “Hell Time” is malleable, but that Dean’s experience there was… unique. According to the prophecy they were ALL trying to bring about, Dean was put on the Break-The-Righteous-Man-Speed-Run plan. And I do believe this was a highly specific circumstance, and that Dean’s “Hell Time Dilation” was specific to his time in Hell, and not a universal blanket statement on how time works in Hell in general.

So… I postulate that John only spent those 8-10 months in “normal time” in Hell. And despite Alastair’s taunts in 4.16:

Alastair: John Winchester. Made a good name for himself. A hundred years. After each session, I’d make him the same offer I made you. I’d put down my blade if he picked one up.Dean: Just give me the demon’s name, Alastair.Alastair: But he said nein each and every time. Oh, damned if I couldn’t break him. Pulled out all the stops, but John, he was, well, made of something unique. The stuff of heroes. And then came Dean. Dean Winchester. I thought I was up against it again. But daddy’s little girl, he broke. He broke in thirty. Oh, just not the man your daddy wanted you to be, huh, Dean?

Because JOHN WAS NEVER THE ONE THAT NEEDED TO BREAK. But Alastair was intimately familiar with Dean’s experience, intimately familiar with how to HURT DEAN SPECIFICALLY, and this was an excellent try. But John… was NEVER the righteous man who needed to break, according to the prophecy. It ALWAYS had to be Dean. So… why would John have been tortured that way?

Not to mention, if John HAD been literally strapped to Alastair’s table, tortured constantly for his entire time in Hell, then how the heck did he manage to sneak out the Hellgate in 2.22? Like… think about it for a second.

The demons who escaped were essentially “in the right place at the right time,” because the one demon Azazel was trying to let out– which we won’t learn until 4.22– was Lilith.

We assume that the other demons who managed to sneak through before the gates were slammed shut happened to be Lilith-adjacent– such as Ruby (who knew Lilith’s whole plan from the start), and other demons who were already loyal to Lilith (such as Casey from 3.04, and Tammi from 3.09, and eventually all the demons Lilith surrounded herself with in 3.12 and 3.16).

And yet… out strolled John Winchester. Because Hell literally didn’t need him anymore. Dean had already made his deal. The clock was ticking on the guy they ACTUALLY needed. And heck if that doesn’t parallel exactly what Zachariah said to Adam in 5.18:

ZACHARIAH: Hey, don’t get me wrong. You’ve been a hell of a sport, really. Good stuff. But the thing is, you’re not so much the “chosen one” as you are…a clammy scrap of bait.ADAM: No…but what about the stuff that you said? I’m supposed to fight the devil.ZACHARIAH: Mmm, not so much. Hey, if it’s any consolation, you happen to be the illegitimate half-brother of the guy we do care about. That’s not bad, is it?ADAM: So you lied…about everything.ZACHARIAH: We didn’t lie. We just avoided certain truths to manipulate you. 

Because that’s the thing with this show– Heaven and Hell are pretty much the same. Sam goals, same methods, same objectives, just with a different set of aesthetics, a different interior decorator if you will.

If John had actually been tortured the way Alastair claimed in 4.16, would he have just been at liberty to conveniently stroll through the gate in 2.22? Would he have even been able to leave at all? Would he have looked so fresh as a daisy? I mean

Looks pretty good for a dude just strolled outta hell, you know? Not even the least bit demon-y, right? And we know it takes a heck of a lot less time than a century for a human soul to be demonized in Hell… So everything else– aside from Alastair’s statement to Dean in 4.16, which was a deliberately targeted barb specifically said to make Dean doubt himself while he was actively torturing the demon who’d tortured HIM for four decades and therefore HIGHLY suspect in context of the rest of canon– would suggest that John had been basically stashed in Hell’s Cold Storage for about 8 months while the demons were meticulously arranging circumstances on Earth to set up the events of 2.21-2.22, luring Dean into selling his soul for Sam, and Azazel getting the Devil’s Gate opened to let Lilith escape.

Because strangely enough, I believe the Crossroads Demon in 2.08 more than I trust Alastair in 4.16:

DEAN: Can you bring him back? My dad?DEMON: Of course I can. Just as he was. Your dad would live a long and natural life, like he was meant to. That’s a promise.DEAN: What about me?DEMON: I could give you ten years. Ten long good years with him. That’s a lifetime. The family can be together again. John, Dean, Sammy. The Winchester boys all reunited. (she advances towards him) Look. Your dad’s supposed to be alive. You’re supposed to be dead. So we’ll just set things straight, put things back in their natural order. And you get ten extra years on top. That’s a bonus.

John was never the one they actually wanted. John was never going to work as the Righteous Man, or as Michael’s True Vessel for the purposes of the specific prophecies of the Apocalypse. As Gabriel once said in 5.08:

GABRIEL: You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy’s plan. You were born to this, boys. It’s your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other.DEAN: What the hell are you saying?GABRIEL: Why do you think I’ve always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always.

So… no, I think John’s tenure in Hell was probably a boring (compared to Dean’s) few months spent adjacent to Lilith so she could keep an eye on him in case Dean did take some sort of demon deal to trade his life back for John’s before they were scheduled to.

And finally, a bit of a Doylist justification for all of that: I don’t think any of this was planned back when s2 was being written. I don’t think they’d considered the later retcon of s4 and Dean’s “forty years” in Hell while writing s2. I don’t think they’d thought any of this was part of some larger prophecy of the Apocalypse yet. None of that came about until 4.01, because there had NEVER been any intent to introduce Angels or Heaven into the cosmology of that universe until that point anyway. So… they made the most out of what they had already stated canonically, and left it to us to make the most sense out of it. And this ^^ is my best, least plot-holey, most canon-compliant theory based on the entirety of canon. :)

#spn 2.01 #spn 2.22 #spn 4.16 #spn 5.08 #spn 5.18 #spn 4.22 #spn 3.04 #spn 3.09 #spn 3.12 #spn 3.16 #spn 2.08 #spn cosmology #the ghost of john winchester #heaven hell purgatory and the empty #spn 6.20 #spn 11.10 #spn 8.19 #Anonymous #spn timeline

[mars-the-4th-planet]

Lapidot returns coastline to Bolivia by accident. (Part One) (This is for my nerd homie it makes sense when in context with her)

It was a crisp saturday morning on the side of earth that Lapis Lazuli (ranked the most beautiful gem on earth according to an anonymous poll) feeling blue as a shoe.

"Everyday I'm Lapis..." She said, casually flipping through channels like she actually wanted to see what was on. She didn't really. "And I don't want to be. Why was I meant to be the sadden gem who feels tired and glum all the time?"

"Lazuliiiiii!" A crunchy voice came from below.

"Hello Peridot..." Why can't I be like peridot, brave and fierce and cute and sweet and fun all at once? Lapis thought.

"Lazuli are you up there moping in the second barn I rebuilt? It's not your new glum puddle."

"Peridot I want to watch TV right now. I don't want to go on any missions."

"No you don't, and besides I am just here to ask you if you wanna hang out you silly clod!"

Lapis Lazuli smiled and blushed.

"I mean...hehe...sorry you're not a clod lazuli can you please come down? I miss having fun with you!"

"I thought you said I got on your nerves peridot~" Lapis said, bemused.

"Lazuli nooo I just uh... oh just come down already!"

Lapis slurked down the barn still tired and depressed.

Peridot noticed this and said "Stay here, I'll go get Spinel. She cheers everyone up! Except when she is trying to kill us but...well, she probably won't do that anymore! Ehehehe."

Peridot scampered off, returning soon later with a floppy, rather limp spinel. "Lazuli um... I need your help..."

"Nnngh..." groaned Spinel in clear discomfort.

"What's wrong? What happened to you Spinel?"

"Ugh.. I got hurt in a team fortress match... cracked my gem..."

"But Spinel, that game is way too violent for you!"

Her hair dropped sadly out of shame. "I know...I'm sorry Lapis, I found that out the hard way."

"How did you even get hurt playing a computer game?" Peridot asked.

"Computer...?"

Peridot gasped. "You didnt play it in real life did you?!"

"Mhmm... I did... Owww. A robot sniper had aimbot and he got a gemshot me!"

"Spinel, you should know better than to play that in real life. Come on." Lapis Lazuli grabbed Spinel and carried her over her shoulder back to the barn. "We need to call Steven and Pearl, they will know what to do."

Peridot followed behind Lapis into the barn, enjoying the view.

Spinel groaned in pain and said "Hey Lapis! Peridot is staring at your-" "NO I AM NOT, I AM NOT STARING AT ANYTHING, STOP TRYING TO GET ME IN TROUBLE SPINEL."

Lapis Lazuli ignored them and set Spinel on a bale of hay. She picked up the telephone off the receiver and dialed Steven's number on the number wheel.

"Pfft, lazuli, that phone is so old fashioned!" Peridot giggled. "When I first came to earth we didnt have those! What are you talking about Peridot?" Spinel said.

"Spinel you first got here thousands of years ago!"

"Hehehehe."

"Shush." Lazuli said. "This is most distressing and serious. Now, let me talk to Steven."

Stevens voice came through. "Believe it or not, Steven isnt at home, where could I be🎶" Said the automated message.

"Huh. I guess him and Pearl left?"

"Hhhhhhh Lapis! My gem hurts!" Spinel complained.

"Yes, I know Spinel. We will get you patched up. Let's call a geologist."

She flipped through the yellow pages of a phone book, remarking how old it was by how long it must have sat there for the pages to get so yellow.

After a quick call and scheduling an appointment for later that day (geologists aren't known for exactly being booked) they headed out.

"It says we have to go to Delaware." Lapis Lazuli said. She was smiling, enjoying having something do do.

"Deleware-?! But Lazuli! We cant go to Delaware!" Peridot pointed out.

Lapis giggled. "Not the state, Peridot. The old mining town just north of here. Confusing name, I know. Let's go!"

Lapis ran up the hillside, humming to herself. Peridot, carrying the now woozy Spinel, followed. "Hey wait up Lazuli! I cant go as fast when carrying spinel! My legs are too short.

Lapis turned around and grinned. "Don't worry Peridot! I got you!"

A wave swirled up from the ocean, picked up Peridot and Spinel, and carried them straight up the hill like they were nothing. "W-Woah!!" shouted Peridot. "Wheee!" added Spinel.

While the other two tumbled along through the water, when it reached the top Lapis jumped atop the wave and surfed it on her feet. "H-Hey! Lapis Lazuli-" Spinel tried to warn her that the sniper grounds were up north but Lapis did not hear her over the rushing water that kept cutting spinel off.

Some time later the wave crashed to a halt and Lapis Lazuli was holding the two smaller gems in her arms. "Now, how was that for a ride?" She asked calmly.

"Ehehehehe that was great Lazuli~" Peridot giggled, all blushy from being held by her crush.

"Guys.. Um... This is where I got hurt." Spinel muttered, putting her two index fingers together.

"What, this old train yard? With the train cars stacked up and the construction materials and equipment all over the place?" Lapis asked. "You fought a sniper with aimbot here?"

Spinel nodded nervously.

Something creaked in the distance, the sound echoing off the metal walls of the train cars.

"Spinel, what made you think anything about fighting here was safe? Why were you even here?"

Spinel bit her lower lip. "I... I just wanted to play..."

"Awe." Peridot said softly.

Lapis patted Spinel on the head. "Don't worry Spinel, we are almost there. The hatch leading down to Delaware should be around here somewhere."

"Did somebody say they want to challenge me?" A robotic voice called out. A sniper appeared over the top of one of the traincar stacks. He was t-posing to assert his dominance.

"Ah, Spinel! Back for round two against the Greatest, most Skillful robot sniper in the world?"

Spinel glared at him. "You aren't great at all! You have no skill, you use aimbot!" She yelled up at him.

"Of course I do! I am A ROBOT! AHAHAHAHA!" The sniper bot laughed in his rattly electronic tone. Suddenly, a blob of water engulfed him from behind and knocked him off the stack and sent him crashing to the ground. It would have knocked the wind out of him and broken his bones, if he had lungs or bones. The water hit the ground with a great splash that soaked the gems.

"There. Machines hate water." Lapis Lazuli said, in a satisfactory tone.

"Fool." He beeped in response. "I am covered in a water-repellent gloss! I am a waterproof bot! Did you really think it would never occur to me that someone may try to use a robot's weaknesses against me?!"

Lapis sighed and put the other two behind her. "Stay back girls. I will protect you from this.... Thing."

"Thing?! Oh that does it. Prepare to die!" The sniper raised his rifle, and aimed with perfect precision on her gem. He pulled the trigger but nothing happened.

"Did YOU really thing that your gunpowder weapon would work after getting soaked? Ah ha ha ha ha ha!" Lazuli said, mocking his previous words and rattly robot laughter. Spinel and Peridot also giggled behind her.

To be continued...

[heathcliffdt]

The Leviathan

summary: in which armin worries for mikasa’s wellbeing, mikasa suffers anxiety and trauma, and eren swears he had seen mikasa before

a/n: special thanks to isayama for providing angst i.e. ch. 112 wheee i miss e.m.a and eremika so much so here’s a college coffee shop cliché with a dash of u_u 🌸

Armin Arlert worked part time in a coffee shop near the university campus. Lucky for him, his boss was understanding. His schedule for work and his classes were conducive for him to get things settled and done. And to be honest, Armin actually thought Levi was kind and considerate enough to allow him to do short-notice exchange of shifts should his academics call for it.

His shift in Levi’s coffee shop was usually in the evening till early in the morning. Despite a flexible schedule, Armin could not deny how physically tolling things were. It was a tedious evening. He was on his third hour of his shift, an ample amount of customers seated in the small tables (they were probably students in front of the buzzing light of their laptops or books laid open atop of a book stand). The entrance’s small bell chimed indicating the entrance of a prospective customer. Armin straightened himself and approached the counter.

It was just Mikasa.

Routine dictated that Mikasa approached a small table and placed her tote bag on the opposite seat.

“Hey, Mikasa,” Armin greeted as Mikasa approached the counter.

“Hi, Armin. How are you holding up?”

Armin shrugged. “I’m tired as a bull.”

“I told you. You shouldn’t be that hard on yourself.”

Armin sighed. He was used with the pestering mother attitude of Mikasa. This was her language, and for the years he had been friends with her, he knew that it was her way of showing care. Anxiety. Worry. “Mikasa, we are not going through this again.” Armin offered her a gentle smile.

Mikasa looked down and clasped her hands. “I know. Sorry.”

“Besides,” Armin placed a warm yet reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’m more than thankful for your cousin offering me a job. I couldn’t just resign, you know.”

Mikasa scoffed. “Yeah, right. Levi makes a hefty sum, Armin. This coffee shop is merely a dot in his income. It’s not like he depends on it!”

“He likes it here. It’s quite his destressing place. So, are you going to order or not?”

Mikasa pursed her lips and fished some change through her wallet. She did not need to say another word because Armin quite knows just what she wants. She orders the same thing, and she would never be the one enticed to try the specials during certain holidays.

Truth be told, Armin’s friendship with Mikasa is what biology refers to as interspecific cooperation.In simpler terms, it is mutualism. The bees get the nectar from the flowers as they hover around and above them; in return, the bees, for the love and care for the flowers, would give pollens in exchange, a token of gratitude. While they were so much younger, Armin had a hard time making friends. He was too limp and lame of a sheep, and Mikasa was the creepy kid no one ever wants to befriend. Neither him nor Mikasa anticipated the start of a wonderful friendship between two outcasts.

The cycle goes like this: the bees receive first, then the flowers receive next. Mikasa would worry her ass and head for Armin, she went as far as asking her cousin to help him find a racket to make income, just so for Armin to be able to fend and fund his allowances for college. On his part, it started off because they were friends when they were kids, but now, his reasons run deeper.

Armin noticed. During their teen years, Armin started to make other friends, he discovered different hobbies. He excelled in school. Mikasa on the other hand, continued being resigned.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself, Mikasa. You need to have different friends. You need to meet people. It’s not forever you’re going to tail on me,” it came out as a plea.

She would just turn her back against him. Not in the rude way, because Mikasa was only rude to Levi and never to him or others. “I know, Armin. I know.”

“Then why can’t you? Maybe you’re not exerting much effort,” at this point Armin was getting exasperated.

For a split second, the lenses in Armin’s eyes shifted. He was not sure if Mikasa flinched or froze.

“Just because you’re handling things better than I am does not mean I’m not trying, Armin.”

And that was when Armin understood Mikasa.

He was ashamed of his words, and his apology took the form of actions.

That was when he knew.

And what really puzzled Armin was despite the fact that he had started to understand the silent turmoil of Mikasa, she radiates when she talks with a roguish-haired boy from his philo-anthro class.

That day, Mikasa waited for Armin outside of his classroom. She had offered to wait up on him so they could go back to their dormitories together. It was on their walk home when Armin popped the question.

“Who were you talking to earlier, at the library’s lobby?”

“Hmm? Oh, him. You noticed?” Mikasa sheepishly tucked strands of her hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, actually. Quite a couple of times that I have seen you hanging out with the guy. He’s in my philo class, I think.”

“He’s no one.”

“No one?”

She nodded her head. Armin looked at her quizzically.

“This is great, Mikasa,” he said, placing a hand on her warm shoulder.

“Huh? What is? What do you mean?”

“This might just be a new friend. It would really be refreshing if you meet new people, and here we are!”

“Armin, I told you. He’s no one.”

Armin knew that was when he should drop the conversation. He never pushed Mikasa; not anymore after he understood her. He trusted her enough that she would come about her demons; silently, Mikasa appreciated this gesture. They walked side by side, silently. He had grown comfortable with this kind of situation when it was just the two of them. There was no pressure to stir a small talk.

“I guess you’re right,” Mikasa said quietly.

“Huh, Sorry? I was dozin—”

“I guess you’re right, Armin. About meeting new people, I mean.”

Armin stopped at his tracks and looked at her at an even more confused state. He could swear he saw a twinkle in her eye visible only for the slightest second.

Mikasa met Eren at Levi’s coffee shop while waiting for Armin. On that day, Armin changed shifts for the morning. Mikasa found herself in a small table shaded by an umbrella over it outside the establishment. It was like those Parisian street café, only this one was shabby, frequented by broke college students and was, well, apparently, not situated in the Mediterranean.

The northeast monsoon left a bitter wind-kiss on her cheeks. The seats were quite cold and damp; luckily, her coat was warm enough for the tough dew.

Mikasa was majoring in political science—for what would that be of use, she was not quite sure. Her cousin Levi worked for the military and had encouraged her to maybe take something different but not distant to his field. Perhaps international relations or something, he suggested. She did not have any big plans for herself, so she eventually heeded Levi’s words. She brought out her copy of Thomas Hobbes’ Leviathanwhen Eren pulled the chair opposite her.

She looked away from her book and studied the being in front of her.

The boy inhaled deeply, exhaled heartily, fog forming before him.

He seemed somewhat her age. Perhaps also a college student in the same year studying in the same university. She shook her head and proceeded to her reading.

Consciously, Mikasa heard a small shuffling and ruffling of clothes as the boy fished for something from inside his pockets. He put a cigarette in between his lips and lighted it.

“Please don’t smoke in front of me,” Mikasa said, placing Hobbes on top of the table.

The boy raised his eyebrows and looked at her. He seethed a long inhale off his cigarette, took it off his lips, threw it on the asphalt and stepped over it. “Sorry,” he said.

“Not that I mind, but my cousin does.”

“So? Is your cousin even here?”

“He owns the place.”

He shook his head stubbornly, “I asked if your cousin is here.”

“He’s inside. The one behind the counter.”

The boy looked behind his back toward the direction of the building and squinted his eyes. “Oh! You mean the small runt over there? That’s your cousin?”

Mikasa nodded. “Yes. The small, er, runt.”

The boy chuckled. “Seems like no one’s ratting on me then.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I just told you to not smoke in front of me.”

“My bad. I’m Eren, by the way,” he offered his hand to her. Mikasa took it.

“Mikasa. Are you drunk?”

Eren smirked. “Maybe.”

“It’s ten in the morning. How are you ‘maybe’ drunk?”

“It’s a part of man’s virtues,” to this Eren tapped his index fingers at Mikasa’s copy of Hobbes.

Mikasa snatched her book, fanning through the pages. “Man’s virtues? What are you even talking about?”

“If we’re talking about Thomas Hobbes, then man’s virtues would be something that issolitary, poor, nasty brutish, and—“

“And short. How do you know this?”

Eren chuckled again. “I take up philo.”

“Really?” Mikasa raised her eyebrows at this.

“Uh huh.”

“Is it your first time here? At Levi’s place?”

“Not really, no.”

“It’s the first time I see you, I think.” But not really, she thought to herself. In her mind, or in a different universe, maybe she had met him much earlier.

“Funny, I think I saw you before somewhere. Or maybe you just look like some acquaintance of mine. Or maybe you sported short hair before? Are you sure we haven’t met before?”

Mikasa gave him a weird look. “What are you talking about? I have never cut my hair short before.”

“Oh.” Eren stared at his surrounding. It was getting pretty cold, and his head was pounding so hard, it hurt so much. It was the hangover, and his empty stomach. It was a quiet morning. If it were a painting it would be bleak and dull, perhaps a modern take on the romantic’s painting of Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog.

He stared at the girl in front of her. He did not want to blame the vestiges of alcohol, but surely his neurons bagged some of it transmitting it to his brain and causing him this dizziness. Surely, surely, surely, Eren thought to himself, I know her.

He had seen her somewhere. Maybe in the fields, maybe in a pink nightdress, maybe in the face of death with both of their lives at a threat, maybe when they were caged like birds, maybe in bittersweet friendships, maybe in the future nights he’d be sleeping at her dormitory, maybe upon his discovery of her scarred past.

He shook his head off of the abominable fantasy. What the fuck was his mind even doing to him? He stood up from his seat. Mikasa looked up at him. He walked away from her and the café.

Just as he headed off—to where, Eren was not sure—he stopped at his tracks and went back to the table where Mikasa was seated.

“Hey,” he said, his breath increasing in pace.

Mikasa, once again, put her book down and looked up at him. “Hi, Eren. You’re back.” It was a shame that Mikasa’s last words were muffled as a warm red piece of cloth was sloppily draped around her neck.

“Stay warm,” Eren said.

He walked away from her. This time not looking back at her direction. Meanwhile, Mikasa felt the remains of Eren’s warmth travel through her body, upwards to her eyes, she could swear his kindness made her cry.

#eremika #arumika #ereminkasa #shiganshina trio #ema #snk #scribbles

[thesesoftboys]

yooo are you taking prompts?? I just saw your ae and Pete fic there and it was sooo good. You’re a really talented writer. If you would be up to it, would you be able to perhaps do the first time ae/pete call each other some kind of pet name like baby? Or their first I love you? I absolutely love “firsts”. This is totally up you, no pressure at all to do this!

wheee more prompts! send me MOAR im so productive…hope you like this, nonnie :)

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The sudden rain forces nearly everyone to converge in the cafeteria, grumbling and changing lunch plans and flicking water out of hair. Ae wipes the drops on his phone screen, checking to make sure it’s fine. He should probably get a new phone, something water resistant, but it’s not a priority right now. He frowns as someone jostles past him and he takes a few steps back, then openly scowls when cold water drips from the ceiling down to his back.

‘Excuse me,’ he grumbles as he weaves in and around people until he’s standing just inside the cafeteria, by the entrance walkway.

Ae: It’s raining hard, maybe we should just meet up later. Pete: I’m already on my way. Ae: OK. Find someplace closer to park. Pete: :)Ae: Text me when you arrive.

Pond: Ae! I found a table! It was a bloodbath to get it! Ae: I’m waiting for Pete. Where are you?

Somewhere in the distance, someone shouts, ‘Shorty!’ A hand waves frantically in the air at the other right side of the cafeteria.

Ae: Fuck. You. Pond: Haha you found me anyway XD

Pete: I’m here, Ae. Ae: I’m right by the entrance.

He’s not ashamed to say he stands a little on tiptoe to find Pete, who’s easy to spot amidst the ceaseless flow of students trying to get out of splash zones, apologising and ducking his head as he bumps into every other person. Ae reaches out and snags Pete’s hand before Pete can pass him by, and Pete blinks and then smiles at him. Pete is slightly damp from the rain and Ae tugs him towards a less crowded spot.

‘Didn’t you use an umbrella?’ asks Ae, wiping at Pete’s brow with the heel of his palm.

‘I forgot where I put it,’ says Pete sheepishly. ‘It just started raining all of a sudden. I think I saw Can trying to make it somewhere dry under his bag. I was going to offer him a ride but he was too far ahead.’

‘Tin can fuss over him.’

Pete smiles. ‘Like what you’re doing, Ae?’

Ae, who’s busily wiping down Pete’s shirt, taps him lightly on the cheek. ‘You’re spending too much time with Pond. Come on, I’m starving. What do you want to eat?’

Pete startles again when Ae twines their fingers together, and Ae resists the impulse to bring them someplace private and kiss the daylights out of Pete when Pete bites his lip and looks shy. Pete is adorable and Ae’s heart clenches at this latest display of that. Not the right time, he tells himself as he leads Pete to their table.

‘Dude, what took you so long?’ Pond demands as soon as they arrive, dumping their bags on the table. ‘Do you know how many people I had to fight to the death to stop them from sitting down?’

‘There’s a lot of people here, we could share,’ says Pete, and as if summoned, three boys appear with their trays and hopeful smiles.

Pond rolls his eyes and waves a hand at them. ‘Fine, fine, you guys can sit with us. Save a spot for Ping!’

Ae briefly scans the food stalls nearest them and then turns to Pete. ‘So, your choices are rice or soup?’

Pete sneezes out of the blue, then looks sheepishly at him.

Ae laughs. ‘Soup it is, babe. I’ll be back.’

He heads towards the stall with the shortest queue, reading the menu as he plucks his wallet out of his pocket. Pond catches up with him, apologising and making excuses to the other people as he squeezes in behind Ae.

‘Ae, I can’t believe you!’ Pond exclaims right into Ae’s ear.

Ae elbows him away. ‘Shit, personal space, Pond!’

‘Yeah, as if you do that to Pete.’

Ae gives Pond a dirty look over his shoulder.

Pond points a finger at him. ‘Oh, my God, you don’t even know!’

They shuffle forward in the queue. ‘What?’

‘I mean, I thought you were doing that on purpose to tease Pete. Did you see how red his face was? It was amazing!’

Ae stops and turns around to look at Pond grinning knowingly at him. ‘What?’He tries to look back at Pete but there are too many bodies blocking his view.

Someone clears their throat behind them and Ai and Pond obediently move. Pond keeps smiling like an idiot and Ae resists stepping on his foot. ‘Just spit it out already.’

‘That’s what Pete said - fuck, OK, sorry!’ Pond flinches back away from Ae’s foot and laughs, limping in line.

Ae’s eyebrow twitches. ‘Pond.’

Pond corals his giggles and slaps Ae on the shoulder. ‘You called Pete babe. Do you even remember that? Like, it’s not a big deal, except it’s Pete who’s shy as fuck, and it’s you. This is hilarious. Wait until Ping hears about this.’

Ae scowls. ‘So, what?’ Even as he says it, he can feel the blush spreading on his cheeks, his heart pounding. Did he really call Pete that? He can’t even remember. It doesn’t sound like him. Ae says the word in his head and thinks of Pete. Babe. Baby. Somehow, though, it fits. An open show of affection, a declaration in itself. He wonders if Pete likes to be called nicknames, if his lips will curl just that little bit deeper until his dimples appear. What if Pete calls Ae something? He can’t help but run through the pet names he knows: baby, darling, sweetheart, honey. They all sound gross, to be honest, but one of those words coming out of Pete’s mouth in relation to Ae -

‘Dude.’ Pond’s pointy elbow brings him back to reality, where it’s still raining and the lunch lady is impatiently waiting for him. He gives his orders and moves to the end of the counter to grab some utensils and pay.

Pond smirks at him as he receives his plate. ‘I can see you thinking too hard about this.’

Ae grabs his tray and waits for Pond. ’What?’

‘My inexperienced friend,’ says Pond, and Ae would hit him with the tray if he could, ‘it’s no big deal. That’s just how relationship works. You call each other special nicknames.‘

‘Should I keep calling him that?’ asks Ae, side-stepping past a drenched senior cursing up a storm.

‘Up to you, Ae. You don’t force these things. Though, I suggest you do, because you have got to see Pete’s adorable face when you do it!’

Ae’s pulse picks up as they near the table, but Pete’s not there. He puts his tray down and looks around.

‘He’s buying some milk tea,’ one of the guys tells him. ‘Said he’ll be back real quick.’

Pond rounds the table and sits down with a smug look. ‘Pete knows you too well, Ae.’

Ae ignores him and places Pete’s tom kha gai on the table, then leaves his own dish on the tray because there’s nowhere to put it. Pond starts to eat and talks to the guys at their table, soon to be Chemical Engineers who play for the basketball team. Ae is distracted, watching out for Pete, and Pond nudges his foot under the table and gestures behind Ae.

‘You didn’t buy me anything?’ Ping asks as he squeezes next to Pond. He brandishes his drink in Pond’s face. ‘Pete bought me tea but you couldn’t get me some khao?’

Pete sits down beside Ae and hands him a plastic cup, smiling softly, the corner of his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

‘Thanks,’ says Ae, ‘Pete.’

It’s as natural as breathing; it’s not a nickname but it’s still a special word, the letters softened with fondness. It might as well mean babe or you’re important to me or I like you. He doesn’t have to worry about this sort of thing. It’ll happen naturally, like Pond said.

Across from them, Pond winks at Ae and makes kissy faces so Ae has to kick him on the shin.

#love by chance the series #love by chance #aepete #pond #writings #fluff #prompt

[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 4X7 It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

wow working off of....a very fun...adrenaline crash

I’m so tired, panicking is a bad vibe 

let’s do this, I hear Sam meets Cas in this episode

wow look at this nice and lovely family, can’t wait to see how they FUCKING DIE

why is the candy shot like this, what happens to the candy

WHY IS THE RAZOR LODGED IN HIS THROAT

WHY IS IT BLEEDING

WHAT THE FUCK

HE’S COUGHING UP RAZORS WHAT THE

just my luck it’s a scary one and on the big screen

the *holds up spell bag and then hides it once Sam sees and starts questioning* was smooth, I like when they do the teamwork thing

Dean why are you eating candy, there are razors in the halloween

oh lovely that’s a Cursed Hex Bag

“he made vanilla look spicy” is a funny line

These people look so young 

OH GOD NO DON’T BOB FOR APPLES

STUPID FRAMING DEVICE

ah I see love triangle or something

oh mY GOD SHE’S STUCK

IT’S BOILING THIS IS HORRIFIC

they’re high schoolers ah 

because the hail bait comment wheeee

Sam does the hold up this time!

AGENT SEGER

Samhain! Halloween origin! that’s kinda neat

600 years! “and the next cycle is” “Tomorrow” “naturally”

so it raises All the Supernatural that’s fun

DEAN STOP EATING CANDY WHY

aH THE TEENAGER!

Of course her name is Tracy

never heard of Luke Wallace my ass

“if you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn’t you pick a hot cheerleader? I would”

DEAN WHAT THE F U C K DOES THAT MEAN THAT’S DEFINITELY NOT HOW OBJECTIFICATION WORKS

ooo flashbacks to hell in the mask!

Sam asks if it brings back memories of being a teenager, Dean interprets Hell

...what...brings back memories?? DEAN?

huh the Occult Drawings that’s interesting

“emancipated teen” DID NO ONE FUCKING CHECK THAT

“Trick or treat” “This is a motel”

Dean just wants to eat candy

Dean stop antagonizing the kid

CAS CAS CAS!

SAM IS SO STARSTRUCK THAT’S SO CUTE

Castiel what the actual fuck you’re adorable but fucking terrible at communication 

“we’re working on it” “that’s unfortunate” KILLED ME

That was a Significant Look of Uriel 

of course it’s a seal

“purified a city” aka kill 1000 people wheee

“you’re bigger picture kind of guys” oooo interesting

“have faith” 

OOO CAS BLINDLY FOLLOWS ORDERS

heh puts it in context of his daddy issues but Dean’s been growing past that

Uses his own life as a bargaining chip AGAIN DEAN

Although to be fair, that works

Castiel takes! chance! on DEAN!!!

Angels are assholes, time to figure ir out

“they are righteous that’s the problem”

“there’s nothing more dangerous than some asshole who thinks he’s on a mission from God” OHHHH COME ON THAT’S SO LOADED YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE THAT THERE

“This is what I’ve been praying to” OH M Y G O D I HAVE THING ABOUT THE FAITH AND SIBLINGS AND AHHHH

“bad apples” SERIOUSLY THIS LOADED ASS CONVERSATION

DEAN WANTS HIS BROTHER TO BELIEVE IN SOMETHING STILL O W 

Sam figures out where to go based on the burning of the bone wow!

Sam being smart Sam being smart!!!

“you shouldn’t call them that” Castiel #1 human stan

Why stand and then sit, why stand and then-

disobey orders oho

ah so Tracy’s the sacrifice, and Don’s the Evil One and used her as a scapegoat? ?

of course the perving on the teenager why wouldn’t we god fuckign dammit kripke

...that’s her brother? what the fuck?

ok the eye glitter/lighting was neat

no ok but Magic Witch Lady is kinda a fun character too bad she’s gonna die

Sam do ur magic

Dunks them in blood? Sam what are you doing?

kills her? I feel like kills her?

bro that’s your brother’s body technically

yep

...whore...

Still kinda funny tho

heh they play dead

OH THE MASKS! THE MASKS CALLBACK!

SMART SAM SMART SAM SMART S A M 

“you gave it a shot” god i love that, I love when Sam just tries Wack Shit 

“BeCauSe thE aNgEl SaiD so”

Angst Teen Sam

bUT DEANNN Why can’t I use my POWERSSSS

just gonna kill the teenagers and trap them with the corpses

oh sweet jesus

oooo CLASSIC horror iconography

IT JUST DOESN’T FUCKING WORK ON SAM OH HELL YEAH

And then they graduate to fistfight but still

Dean’s just going on the Murder Train

GOOD YES DO IT SAM!

FCUK EM UP BABE HEAVEN’S A PIECE OF SHIT ANYWAY

OOO THE ANTICHRIST IMAGERY, THE HORROR IMAGERY, THAT’s SO COOL

AND THE STAND IN FRONT OF STAINED CLASS AND DEAN IN FRONT OF LIGHTS WITH LIKE THE “OH SHIT AM I GONNA HAVE TO KILL MY BROTHER”

November 2nd is the day AZAZEL killed Jess and Mary, making the day before, day after, day of, two days before thing Neat

“you were told” THAT’S NOT COMPELLING H E A V E N 

~wing flap~

“ask Dean what he remembers of hell” oof

CASCASCAS CAS AND DEAN CAS AND DEAN CAS AND DEAN

ordered to follow Sam and Dean?? what?

the ripped jeans by the way, good

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen tomorrow” he never knows, that’s why-

THE KIDS! THE K I D S 

the angel that loves humanity ~too much, the way God told them to 

Aziraphale and Cas should hang

“I’m not a hammer” “daddy’s blunt little instrument” DAOFIHADSPIASFSIP

RIGHT AND WRONG RIGHT AND WRONG RIGHT AND WRONG

DID THEY PASS? WE DON’T KNOW AHAHHH

MEANINGFUL STARES

and then just the Disappear is so good

ok uh first

1. Sam praying. I don’t really know why this one got me, but the fact that Sam believes in a higher power, or tried to believe with his entire soul, and Dean desperately tries to get his brother to believe in something(unbroken? tries to make sure he’s ok because Dean never will be? Something like that?) feels important? Or maybe it’s that for Dean, Dad’s Orders and Consequence hit as the Ultimate Punishment, whereas Sam got to relax about it a bit

Look am I directly finding parallels to my own experience now? yes of course, it’s my unparalleled media experience and I can project if I want to. I’m WAY more scared of my parents/dad and what they do than I am of any higher power(crying while driving home as Vibe Music that I generally enjoy vs the Season 3 finale scene wheeee), whereas my sister actually tried to give religion a fair shot and used to pray. It’s not a direct parallel, but it’s been a bad day, I wanna put that in there somewhere

(also if it genuinely wasn’t my fault and I just assumed that I would never be able to explain my way out of anything so I shouldn’t try, leading me wishing to never be perceived so I don’t get punished for things that weren’t my fault. If true then Pain)

*insert Paws Meme*

2. Smart Sam. I liked Sam being smart, doing shit for the case in interesting ways, and I really like his powers plot line! Like you’re right dude! Heaven has no compelling reasoning other than “because I told you so” and it’s way more practical to just do it! His mom and girlfriend are already dead there’s nothing else to be done now! Like! Sam’s Antichrist arc is actually interesting! And I like him getting to be a character! The mask Idea was SO NEAT!!

3. bad apples+mission from God. I. Ok. Listen. This is just that one loaded conversation with “bad apple”(I’d like to point out that at some point it shows Cas as the Only Good One, right? dismantle the institution type thing, right? Is that what they were going for?) and also that “people who believe they have a mission from God do bad thing” LIKE SO CLOSE ! To SO MANY! lOADED THINGS! A G H

Look I’m too tired to type out all my thoughts to this, but I think you get the point that this is shit I wish they’d explored more

4. I entirely forgot that whole thing where they tried to show Dean objectifying teen girls and accidentally made Dean sound like he wanted to be a girl. Like even if that’s simply sexuality, or both gender and sexuality...like that’s. how did you do this. How did you accidentally make him like this.

5. Cas/Cas+Dean. Ok first off, having him desperately try to save humanity(reminds me of aziraphale) is so interesting! like It feels like Dean(who's working on not taking orders blindly anymore following that demon deal) doesn’t like seeing Castiel and Heaven because it reminds him of that part of himself he’s worthing through! and that one scene where Cas said “I’m not a hammer”(Directly parallel to “Daddy’s blunt little instrument”) is like. Dean started that journey in Cas. Getting him to question things. 

that whole thing about “I know this was a test, but we don’t know if you failed it or not” because I don’t know what God would want because God’s the ever present father figure for Cas, and Dean’s lack of faith in God, and Cas’s lack of faith in God and

ok they have an INCREDIBLY compelling story currently, and I am kinda excited to see where they go with it.

yknow before the queer bait REALLY sets in

6. I was ready to write this episode off with the horror but the iconography at the end with the seal/witch/Sam and Dean scene was rEAlly fucking cool and I loved it.

7. the beginning of the stares

#pawswatchesspn #Very Big Brain in this episode #but still incredibly compelling #to me #again circumstance circumstance #yada yada yada #I just like the Cas episode building the dynamic leave me alone #4x7 It's The Great Pumpkin Sam Winchester

[aristocratlegacy]

Chapter Seventy (!): Night Out

Chloe: “And you’re sure you’ll be ok? Your birthday was only a few days ago, sweetie- I don’t want to make you feel like we’re making you grow up too fast!”

Pierce: “Chloe, she’s been able to speak in full sentences since she was literally a toddler, I think she can handle it.”

Chloe: “But you don’t know that! Maybe she’s just putting on a brave face! I was a big sister- I know what the pressures are!”

Roswell: “You’re still a big sister, Aunt Chloe.”

Chloe: “I know! And it’s a lot!”

Roswell: “No need to worry, though. My father is right! I’m complete ready to take care of my cousins, we’ll juts hang out like always, but now I can use the stove!”

Chloe: “No!”

Pierce: “Chloe, I taught her how to cook, it’s fine.”

Chloe: “No stove! Microwave only! No alcohol, just watch cartoons until we get back and eat the leftovers in the fridge.”

Roswell: “Got it.”

Chloe: “I left a list with everybody’s phone number, and if we don’t answer right away, dm me on every single social media platform. Even LinkedIn.”

Pierce: “We trust you completely, Kiddo.”

Roswell: “Thanks, Dad!”

Vivien: “Who’s ready to party, babes?”

Walter: “Okay, Roswell, I wrote down everybody’s number and-”

Pierce: “Chloe already covered the overbearing mom thing.”

Vivien: “By cuties! Take care of my baby!”

Pierce: “If we don’t follow her, then she’s gonna just take the car and go without us.”

Chloe: “Bye babies! Call me if you need me!”

Roswell: “Bye guys!”

Barbie: “Byyyye!”

Chloe: “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

Pierce: “The three of us have literally not gone out since Barbie was born.”

Vivien: “Maybe you guys haven’t.”

Chloe: “But when was the last time that you stayed out past nine?”

Vivien: “.....I don’t answer to you, Chloe.”

Pierce: “Why are you so freaked out? Antonio is just gonna go to sleep, and Roswell will just do like a science experiment with Barbie and then they’ll post mean comments on videos saying the moon landing didn’t happen.”

Chloe: *Deeeeep breathe* “You’re right. There’s no reason that they’d do anything that they wouldn’t normally do. Let’s go.”

Barbie: “So…can we build that rocket you’ve been telling me about?”

Roswell: “The rocket is really more of a...long term plan. I don’t think anybody is gonna sell a couple of kids the kind of materials we’d need for it, and I don’t think it’s safe for us all to check out the dumpsters.”

Barbie: “You’re not a kid anymore, though.”

Roswell: “That’s...a very good point. Hmm,”

Barbie: “Ros?”

Roswell: “I’m thinking. Our parents trusted me to take care of you two, an taking you to go dumpster diving for the parts would be irresponsible.”

Barbie: “We’ll be fine! We’ll split the work and the responsibilities, that’ll even it out! You’re in charge of me, and I’m in charge of Antonio! Right Antonio?”

Antonio: “Bah?”

Barbie: “Exactly. We’ll be fine!”

Roswell: “I guess it’ll probably be fine.”

Roswell: “Alright, let’s go, we just have to keep an eye on the time and be back before our parents are.”

Roswell: “Agh! Ew!”

Barbie: “You okay?”

Roswell: “I’m fine! Just touched something wet- you two behave out there!”

Antonio: “Art…”

Barbie: “I’m loving that, Ants. You’re a genius. Like the big sticky mess guy, who’s that guy? Who’s the one with the big sticky mess?”

Antonio: “Ross…...well”

Barbie: “Pfft. Burn.”

Barbie: “Hey Ros did you hear what he said?”

Roswell: “I’m not stuck!”

Barbie: “No- he said you’re a big sticky mess!”

Antonio: “Burnd!”

Barbie: “Hah! Nice.”

Roswell: “Phew. Okay. I’m fine. I’m grown up. I’m the baby sitter. I did not get stuck.”

Barbie: “We already know all those things. Did you find it?”

Roswell: “Yes, actually, I think I have enough spare parts to make the fabricator run properly.”

Barbie: “Hell yes! What’s next?”

Roswell: “Crystals. Lots of them. And some kind of flying apparatus. We have a few options for that but I think I know our best bet.”

Barbie: “What...is this place?”

Roswell: “Spellcaster’s alley.”

Barbie: “Are we floating?”

Roswell: “Yup!”

Barbie: “Where’s the earth?”

Roswell: “It’s another dimension, I don’t know everything. Wait here for a sec, don’t let Antonio wander away. Sir? Hi, can I see your crystals?”

Wizard: “Ooohh-hoo-hoo! Naughty children out past dark unsupervised! Careful, or I’ll cast a spell on you! Wheee!”

Barbie: “Ahh! He cast a spell on me!”

Wizard: “I got your nooooose!”

Barbie: “Roswelll!!!!”

Roswell: “Whoa- what’s wrong?!”

Barbie: “He stole my nose!”

Roswell: “Who? Antonio?”

Barbie: “No! Him- the wizard- oh.”

Roswell: “Barbie, there’s nobody else here”

Barbie: “He disappeared! Now I’ll never get my nose back!”

Roswell: “You still have a nose, Barbie.”

Barbie: “Oh thank god. He must’ve given it back before he vanished.”

Barbie: “Can we ask one of those fools to teach us magic so we can get back at them?”

Roswell: “I mean, I can’t. I’m an alien, I guess you could in a few years, though.”

Barbie: “Hmm….interesting. Is there anything else you need?”

Roswell: “Uh...yeah, I gotta get a radar and a few other things.”

Antonio: “Whaa!”

Roswell: “Oh, shit. Antonio! Press the down button on the broomstick!”

Barbie: “Sooo...when you finish your spaceship, where are you gonna go?”

Roswell: “Uh, I can’t really...say it out loud?”

Barbie: “But you promised not to keep secrets from me, Ros!”

Roswell: “It’s not a secret! I just can’t say it in english. It’s more of a glowy mental thing.”

Barbie: “Can you try?”

Roswell: “Uh, sure….”

Bssssszzzt

Roswell: “You getting anything?”

Barbie: “Uh...I kind of smell pancakes?”

Roswell: “Yeah, that’s probably the best way for me to describe it.”

Barbie: “What do you think the pancake planet is like, Ants?

Antonio: “May-pull.”

Barbie: “Yeah that’s what I was thinking. I bet it’s really cool.”

Vendor: “You should obviously check out the lab if you want more information, but-”

Barbie: “What’s that?”

Roswell: “It’s a weird fruit. I think it came from my planet and it’ll help me triangulate it’s location.”

Barbie: “What’s that?”

Roswell: “A hat that will transmit my brainwaves out into space.”

Barbie: “What’s that?”

Roswell: “Codes to get into the abandoned laboratory outside of town.”

Barbie: “Are we...going to the abandoned laboratory outside of town?”

Roswell: “Yup, I just have to grab a few things there, and then one more thing, then we can head home.”

Roswell: “Hff, hnggg, shoot. I can’t get it open.”

Barbie: “I can help.”

Antonio: “Help!”

Roswell: “I’m not sure you guys are gonna be able to do any better than me.”

Barbie: “Won’t know unless you try. Ok- Pull!”

Barbie: “Ok, yeah, that bad boy is shut-shut.”

Roswell: “Maybe there’s a key somewhere?”

Antonio: “Color it in!”

Roswell: “Oh- Antonio, no, you probably shouldn’t mess with that.”

Barbie: “Why not? Somebody already drew lines all over it.”

Roswell: “Yeah, because it’s redacted, not because it’s art.”

Barbie: “That makes more sense, it was really bad art.”

Roswell: “Hmm, maybe I can look at these papers more closely and figure out how to get in there later, I don’t think we’ll be able to now.”

Barbie: “Did you get what you were looking for?”

Roswell: “Yup! Well, mostly. It’ll do for now.”

Barbie: “When you go to the pancake planet- are you gonna take all of us with you?”

Roswell: “Um...maybe? I don’t know if I can make a ship that fits seven people.”

Barbie: “Can me and Antonio come?”

Antonio: “Space!”

Roswell: “If Dad and your parents say it’s okay, I don’t see why not.It’ll be pretty cramped, though. We won’t get our own rooms anymore.”

Antonio: “Nooooo...thanks!”

Barbie: “Fine, then you don’t have to come to space!”

Barbie: “You promise you’ll take me with you?”

Roswell: “Of course. I hadn’t even really thought about it, I guess I just assumed that you’d come with me.”

Barbie: “Are we gonna come back ever?”

Roswell: “Of course! I think…”

Barbie: “You think?!”

Roswell: “I mean- I’m pretty sure. It might take a while to get there.”

Barbie: “How longs a while?”

Roswell: “Uh, a few years I’m guessing? Even if I bundle up a bunch of brooms together I don’t think that it’ll really go that fast.”

Barbie: “YEARS?!”

Rowell: “Are you okay?”

Barbie: “I don’t want to leave everybody for years, Roswell!”

Roswell: “Oh. Hm. I guess...I could go alone. That makes the most sense, right?”

Barbie: “I don’t want you to leave for years either!”

Roswell: “I mean I...kinda have to. Literally the whole reason I exist is so I could find my way back and tell my people about humans.”

Barbie: “Aren’t we your people, though?”

Barbie: “Is some quest from people you’ve never met really more important than your family?”

Roswell: “No! I mean…I….”

Roswell: “I’m not going anywhere yet, Barbie. Can we just...talk about this later?”

Barbie: “Fine. Can we go home yet, or do you have more stuff to get?”

Roswell: “I mean, I have one more big thing to get, but it’s kinda complicated. We can go home if you really want to. I’m kinda tired.”

Barbie: “Ugh. Fine. What is it, we can do one more.”

Roswell: “Okay, this is gonna be a little tricky but I think we’ve still got time before our parents come home, but I think if we ride these broomsticks we’ll be able to get there and back fast enough. Hopefully.”

Barbie: “Okay, when you said one more thing I didn’t think you meant cave-diving in El Salvadora!”

Roswell: “I said it was kinda complicated!”

Barbie: “Why do you always downplay everything when you talk to me?!”

Roswell: “I do not!”

Barbie: “You do! You do! You act like everything is simple and normal and then act surprised when we’re not all on the same page!”

Roswell: “Don’t act like I’m lying to you just because you didn’t have enough critical thinking skills to be able to realize that going on a mission into space would be more than a family vacation!”

Barbie: “I...I..mmm.”

Roswell: “Oh. No nonononono Barbie don’t cry! I’m sorry for yelling! You can yell at me back just stop crying.”

Barbie: “Jerk!”

Roswell: “Barbie come back! It’s not safe!”

Rowell: “Barbie!”

Barbie: “Ahhhhhh!”

Roswell: “Barbie!!!!

Antonio: “EEEE! BONES!”

Roswell: “Aah! Kids, get behind me, I’m the babysitter- I’ll protect you!”

Barbie: “Roswell it’s too dangerous!”

Roswell: “Hiya! Take that! Aaand that!”

Skeleton: “Waa!”

Barbie: “Are you okay Ros?!”

Roswell: “Oof, eyup, just a little winded.”

Barbie: “You saved us! I was so scared!”

Roswell: “And you’re squeezing a little tight there, Kiddo.”

Barbie: “Sorry!”

Roswell: “It’s okay. I’m really sorry for being a jerk before. I didn’t mean it.”

Barbie: “And I’m sorry for running off, too. That was a stupid thing to do, I was just upset because…”

Roswell: “I know, Barbie. I...I’m gonna miss you too.”

Barbie: “You’re my best friend, and I don’t want you to go away without me.”

Roswell: “I’m not going anywhere yet, and...maybe there’s another way. I’ll figure it out, because you’re my best friend too.”

Antonio: “Friend!”

Pierce: “Hah! And did you see the bartenders face when we-”

Vivien: “Yesssss!! Ahh…”

Chloe: “Shh- the kids are probably asleep!”

Chloe: “Hey, Ros...sorry we came home a little late.”

Roswell: *Yawn* “Oh, I didn’t even realize”

Pierce: “Were the kids okay?”

Roswell: “Oh yeah, no trouble at all. We just watched a few movies, they’ve been asleep for a while.”

Chloe: “Why don’t you go to bed, Ros. Thanks for being such a good babysitter and letting us have a night out. You’re becoming a very responsible young woman and I’m very proud of you.”

Roswell: “Oh, uh, thanks, Aunt Chloe.”

Chloe: “And Pierce- you’ve become such a good father, even though you were scared at first, and I’m proud of you.”

Pierce: “Uh, oh-kay?”

Chloe: “And Walter- you overcame your fear of being boring and asked out Vivien, and I’m proud of you too.”

Roswell: “Not gonna lie, that made mine feel less special.”

Pierce: “Yeah.”

Chloe: “And Vivi- oh sweet, baby Vivien! You’ve grown up so much and-”

Vivien: “Ooookay- it’s been so long since you’ve been wasted I think we all forgot how...supportive you can get. Go to bed, Chloe.”

Chloe: “Okay. Good night, kids.”

That’s it for now! I can’t believe I’m finally on generation 9- it’s been a long...5 years? Is that possible? Oof, anyway, we’re nearing the end, with one of my favorite generations yet. Thanks for reading and leave a comment if you liked it!

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy

[lucygloom753-blog]

Everything Ponyboy Curtis says in the book.

“No.”

“I’m okay. Quit shaking me, Darry,  I’m okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“I did?”

“I am?”

“Yeah.”

“I know. I’m just a little spooked, that’s all.”

“You’re crazy, Soda, out of your mind.”

“Didya catch ‘em?”

“I’m okay.”

“Really?”

“I was comin’ home from the movies. I didn’t think...”

“Me and Johnny’ll come. Okay, Darry?”

“A little.”

“Sure.”

“Soda?”

“How come you dropped out?”

“You’re not dumb.”

“Okay.”

“Tuff enough. Wait till I get out, though, so you can keep Darry off my back.”

“No.”

“Ponyboy Curtis.”

“My dad was an original person. I’ve got a brother named Sodapop, and it says so on his birth certificate.”

“I know. You’re a cheerleader. We go to the same school.”

“I’m not. I got put up a year in grade school.”

“I’m a grease, same as Dally. He’s my buddy.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. Dad made him quit after he tore a ligament, though. We still hang around rodeos a lot. I’ve seen you two barrel race. You’re good.”

“He’s a dropout.”

“Okay. Might as well.”

“Fourteen.”

“Sure. We’re young and innocent.”

“He’d leave you alone if he knew you.”

“Glory, Two-Bit scare us to death!”

“He went hunting some action—booze or dames or a fight. I hope he don’t get jailed again. He just got out.”

“Not that I know of. I think he’s got a piece of pipe, but he busted his blade this morning.”

“Sure. Y’all want some?”

“He ain’t dangerous like Dallas if that’s what you mean. He’s okay.”

“It was the Socs.”

“Sure.”

“I believe you. We’d better get back out there with the popcorn or Two-Bit’ll think I ran off with his money.”

“That’s why we’re separated. It’s not money, it’s feeling—you don’t feel anything and we feel too violently.”

“He got sold. They came and got him one day and took him off. He was a real valuable horse. Pure quarter.”

“Yeah. Why?”

“He’s...He’s not like Sodapop at all and he sure ain’t like me. He’s hard as a rock and about as human. He’s got eyes exactly like frozen ice. He thinks I’m a pain in the neck. He likes Soda—everybody likes Soda—but he can’s stand me. I bet he wishes he could stick me in a home somewhere, and he’d do it, too, if Soda’d let him.”

“Well, I don’t. An’ you can shut your trap, Johnny Cade, ‘cause we all know you ain’t wanted at home, either. And you can’t blame them.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It ain’t fair! It ain’t fair that we have all the rough breaks!”

“I couldn’t use this. I couldn’t ever cut anyone...”

“I know.”

“It’s okay. We aren’t in the same class. Just don’t forget that some of us watch the sunset too.”

“What was that?”

“Not right now.”

‘Maybe I would have. Where you headed?”

“I reckon.”

“Big-time Socs, all right.”

“Don’t. You can’t kill yourself, Johnny.”

“Out of the big towns. In the country...”

“Glory, what time is it?”

“Okay. If you get cold or something come on over to our house.”

“I...I went to sleep in the lot...”

“I didn’t mean to. I was talking to Johnny and we both dropped of...”

“I said I didn’t mean to...”

“You don’t yell at him!”

“Johnny? Come on, Johnny, we’re running away.”

“Gotta cigarette?”

“Johnny, I’m scared.”

“I don’t very often. It was Darry. He hit me. I don’t know what happened, but I couldn’t take him hollering at me and hitting me too. I don know...sometimes we get along okay, then all of a sudden he blows up on me or else is naggin’ at me all the time. He didn’t use to be like that...we used to get along okay...before Mom and Dad died. Now he just can’t stand me.”

“Shoot. You got the whole gang. Dally didn’t slug you tonight ‘cause you’re the pet. I mean, golly, Johnny, you’ve got the whole gang.”

“Let’s walk to the park and back. Then maybe I’ll be cooled off enough to go home.”

“You ain’t a’woofin’.”

“What do they want? This is our territory. What are Socs doing this far east?”

“Oh, glory. This is all I need to top off a perfect night. Want to run for it?”

“You know what a Soc is? White trash with Mustangs and madras.”

“Johnny, I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“You really killed him, huh, Johnny?”

“Like—like they did before?”

“Johnny! What are we gonna do? They put you in the electric chair for killing people! I’m scared, Johnny. What are we gonna do?”

“Okay. I’m okay now.”

“Where can we find him?”

“Tell him it’s Pony and Johnny. He’ll come.”

“Y-y-yes-s.”

“Then don’t tell him.”

“I’m sorry. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Now how do we find Jay Mountain?”

“I don’t look like a farmboy.”

“I guess I look okay now, huh, Johnny?”

“They ain’t green, they’re gray. And I look about as much like Soda as you do. He’s good-looking.”

“Could you tell me where Jay Mountain is?”

“Yessir. We’re playing army and I’m supposed to report to headquarters there.”

“Johnny?”

“Hey, Johnny. Fancy meetin’ you here.”

“Who’s acting? What’d you get?”

“Wheee! A paperback copy of Gone with the Wind! How’d you know I always wanted one?”

“Gee, thanks. Peroxide? A deck of cards...Johnny, you ain’t thinking of...”

“Oh, no! No, Johnny, not my hair!”

“I don’t see why. Dally could just as easily mug somebody with short hair.”

“Okay. Get it over with.”

“Not too short. Johnny, please...”

“It’s lighter than I thought it was. Can I see what I look like now?”

“Johnny, you can’t wash your hair in that freezing water in this weather. You’ll get a cold.”

“I guess so.”

“Shoot nothing. It took me a long time to get that hair just the way I wanted it. And besides, this just isn’t us. It’s like being in a Halloween costume we can’t get out of.”

“I’m still tired.”

“Oh, it ain’t that. I mean, not all of it. I’m just a little spooky. I really don’t know what’s the matter. I’m just mixed up.”

“Remember how he was wisecrackin’ last night? Last night...just last night we were walkin’ Cherry and Marcia over to Two-Bit’s. Just last night we were layin’ in the lot, lookin’ up at the stars and dreaming...”

“Whatta we gonna do?’

“No! I’m fourteen! I’ve been fourteen for a month! And I’m in it as much as you are. I’ll stop crying in a minute...I can’t help it.”

“Johnny? You awake?”

“We ain’t gonna cry no more, are we?”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Dally? Shoot, he ain’t got any more manners than I do. And you saw how he treated those girls the other night. Soda’s more like them Southern boys.”

“Yeah.”

“Uhmmmm.”

“Nothing gold can stay.”

“Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.”

“Robert Frost wrote it. He meant more to it than I’m gettin’, though. I always remembered it because I never quite got what it meant by it.”

“And what happens to be so funny about it?”

“I know. Well, you ain’t like any of the gang. I mean, I couldn’t tell Two-Bit or Steve or even Darry about the sunrise and clouds and stuff. I couldn’t even remember that poem around them. I mean, they just don’t dig. Just you and Sodapop. And maybe Cherry Valance.”

“Shoot. Maybe they are.”

“Hey, Dally!”

“How’s Sodapop? Are the fuzz after us? Is Darry all right? Do the boys know where we are? What...”

“Is it safe to go out?”

“Look who’s talking.”

“A letter? From who?”

“Sodapop? But how did he know...?”

“How come you got hauled in?”

“I know. I look lousy, but don’t rub it in.”

“Dally! You kill people with heaters!”

“Cherry? The Soc?”

“Dad used to take us all huntin’. I’ve been in the country before. How’d you know about the church?”

“Yeah. Darry always got the most ducks, though. Him and Dad. Soda and I goofed around too much, scared most of our game anyway.”

“I guess so.”

“Let’s go see what the deal is.”

“What’s going on?”

“I bet we started it. We must have dropped a lighted cigarette or something.”

“I’ll get them, don’t worry!”

“Is that guy coming?”

“Too scared?”

“In the back, I guess.

“Where...?”

“Where’s Johnny? And Dallas?”

“I didn’t either. Dallas hit me. How come?”

“It was? Golly, I didn’t feel it. It don’t hurt.”

“Are you taking us to the police station?”

“Are Johnny and Dally all right?”

“Johnny has black hair. Dally’s the mean-looking one.”

“No, we’re greasers.”

“Greasers. You know, like hoods, JD’S. Johnny is wanted for murder, and Dallas has a record with the fuzz a mile long.”

“I am not. Take me to town and you’ll find out pretty quick.”

“Yeah. Even on my birth certificate. And don’t bug me about it. Are...are the little kids okay?”

“How come? How come?”

“I am?”

“Darry!”

“Darry, I’m sorry...”

“Take a bath.”

“Hmmmmm.”

“In here! Don’t slam the door.”

“Now look what you did. There went our breakfast. Can’t you two wait till I set the eggs down before you go shovin’ me all over the country?”

“Aw, lay off.”

“How do I like what?”

“You mean...that they’re thinking about putting me and Soda in a boys’ home or something?”

“No.”

“No, they ain’t goin’ to put us in a boys’ home.”

“Darry, did you know about the juvenile court?”

“I had one of those dreams last night. The one I can’t ever remember.”

“No.”

"You going to take Sandy to the party? What’s the deal?”

“How come?”

“Oh.”

“I’ve stayed by my lonesome before. You can’t afford a day off.”

“Nope.”

“Yeah. You carry more than one bundle of roofing at a time today and me and Soda’ll skin you. Understood?”

“Bye.”

“A judo expert?”

“We’re gonna clean up the house. The reporters or police or somebody might come by, and anyway, it’s time for those guys from the state to come by and check up on us.”

“I have. And if you had the sense of a billy goat you’d try to help around your place instead of bumming around.”

“I don’t know. I felt like playing hero.”

“You might not have. You might have done the same thing.”

“’Greaser’ didn’t have anything to do with it. My buddy over there wouldn’t have done it. Maybe you would have done the same thing, maybe a friend of yours wouldn’t have. It’s the individual.”

“Yeah.”

“Running away won’t help.”

“I’d help you if I could.”

“No. You hate the whole world.”

“My name’s Ponyboy. Nice talkin’ to you, Randy.”

“He ain’t a Soc. He’s just a guy. He just wanted to talk.”

“Nope.”

“He wants a copy of Gone with the Wind so I can read it to him. You want to run down to the drugstore and get one?”

“Dally’s gonna be okay. And Darry, and me, we’re okay now.”

“Johnny! Are you okay?”

“You’ll be okay. You gotta be. We couldn’t get along without you.”

“You’ll be okay.”

“You ain’t gonna die. And don’t get juiced up, because the doc won’t let us see you no more if you do.”

“That’s what Johnny said. What’d he want?”

“Me? Why?”

“I’ll bet.”

“I’m all right. Don’t tell Darry, okay? Come on, Two-Bit, be a buddy. I’ll be well by tonight. I’ll take a bunch of aspirins.”

“I’m okay. And if you keep your mouth shut, Darry won’t know a thing.”

“Yeah, but they raised two boys before me. Darry hasn’t.”

“I know.”

“Tonight—I don’t like it one bit.”

“I ain’t chicken, Two-Bit Mathews, and you know it. Ain’t I a Curtis, same as Soda and Darry?”

“I mean, I got an awful feeling something’s gonna happen.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“Not so good. Will you go up to see him?”

“Why not?”

“That’s okay. I wouldn’t want you to see him. You’re a traitor to your own kind and not loyal to us. Do you think your spying for us makes up for the fact that you’re sitting there in a Corvette while my brother drops out of school to get a job? Don’t you ever try to give us handouts and then feel high and might about it.”

“Hey, can you see the sunset real good from the West Side?”

“You can see it from the East Side, too.”

“Soda, when did you start shaving?”

“When did Darry?”

“You’re funny. We ought to send you in to the Reader’s Digest. I hear they pay a lot for funny things.”

“You like fights, don’t you, Soda?”

“How come?”

“How come you like fights, Darry?”

“How come? I’ve always come through before, ain’t I?”

“I’ll be okay. I’ll get hold of a little one, okay?”

“What happened to Tim Shepard?”

“Let me fight, Darry. If it was blades or chains or something it’d be different. Nobody ever gets really hurt in a skin rumble.”

“I’ll be okay. How come you never worry about Sodapop as much? I don’t see you lecturin’ him.”

“And what do you do for fun?”

“Hey, Two-Bit, how come you like to fight?”

“Yeah.”

“I ought to, he’s my brother.”

“Yep. But why him?”

“I thought you were in the hospital.”

“How?”

“Huh? Yeah, I guess so”

“I have been. A rumble. I’m okay.”

“I am?”

“Gosh, mister, I’m sorry.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“Johnny...he’s dead. We told him about beatin’ the Socs and...I don’t know, he just died.”

“Dallas is gone. He ran out like the devil was after him. He’s gonna blow up. He couldn’t take it.”

“I’m okay. I don’t want to sit down.”

“Soda...is somebody sick?”

“Am I sick?”

“Is Darry sorry I’m sick?”

“Hey, Darry. Hey, Darry, wake up.”

“What was the matter with me?”

“Where’d I get a concussion? How long have I been asleep?”

“No. Darry, I’m not ever going to be able to make up the school I’ve missed. And I’ve still got to go to court and talk to the police about Bob’s getting killed. And now...with Dally...Darry, do you think they’ll split us up? Put me in a home or something?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Darry..”

“Where’s Soda?”

“I’m okay. Just a little hungry.”

“Man, I’d like that just fine.”

“Oh, no. Track meet. I guess this just about puts me out of every race. I won’t be back in condition for the meets. And the coach was counting on me.”

“Soda. What all did I say while I was delirious?”

“I don’t like it. I never liked it.”

“I don’t like it. Soda, did I ask for Darry while I was sick?”

“Oh. I thought maybe I didn’t ask for Darry. It was bugging me.”

“You look beat. I bet you ain’t had three hours sleep since Saturday night.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I know him.”

“Yeah. Sure, why not?”

“Hi, Randy. Have a seat if you can find one.”

“I’m okay. You can’t really miss my name on any kind of bulletin.”

“Wanna smoke?”

“Yeah. I know. Hey, holler if you see one of my brothers coming. I’ll catch it for smoking in bed.”

“My parents are dead. I live here with just Darry and Soda, my brothers. That’s what’s worrying me. If the judge decides Darry isn’t a good guardian or something, I’m liable to get stuck in a home somewhere. That’s the rotten part of this deal. Darry is a good guardian; he makes me study and knows where I am and who I’m with all the time. I mean, we don’t get along so great sometimes, but he keeps me out of trouble, or did. My father didn’t yell at me as much as he does.”

“I had it. I had the knife. I killed Bob.”

“I killed him. I had a switchblade and I was scared they were going to beat me up.”

“Johnny is not dead. Johnny is not dead.”

“Okay, okay. I ain’t going to sleep smoking, Darry. If you make me stay in bed there ain’t anywhere else I can smoke.”

“Well, golly, I can’t pick it up and Soda doesn’t, so I guess that leaves you.”

“All right, all right. That don’t leave you. Maybe Soda’ll straighten it up a little.”

“Sure. I’ll be more careful.”

“Yessir, I’ll try. What’s the theme supposed to be on?”

“I mean it. I’ve had about all I can take from you guys.”

“I guess so.”

“Picking up the glass.”

“How was work?”

“Something wrong?”

“What’s the sweat about my schoolwork? I’ll have to get a job as soon as I get out of school anyway. Look at Soda. He’s doing okay, and he dropped out You can just lay off!”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like me just to get out. Well, it’s not that easy, is it, Soda?”

“You don’t have to draw me a picture.”

“Maybe he tried.”

“Where did you think you were going?”

“I’m not crying.”

“Okay.”

“Race you.”

“Mr. Syme, this is Ponyboy. That theme—how long can it be?”

“Can it be longer?”

“Thanks.”

#theoutsiders #ponyboycurtis

[mittensmorgul]

wheee monday! back to the tnt loop! 1.22 gives us a lot...

Bobby, most of all. And the beginning of our Good Practical Demon Knowledge. Not our Christo’s and our Two Part Exorcisms that make the demon wildly more dangerous before sending it to Hell. We learn that demons can keep otherwise dead or dying meatsuits alive, and exorcising them can kill the human trapped inside. We get all of this demonstrated for us via Meg. And we learn a bit more about where Dean’s ultimate moral lines are drawn:

Dean: Sam, there’s an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We’ve go to help her. Bobby (comes up to them): You’re gonna kill her. Dean: What? Bobby: You said she fell from a building. That girl’s body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it – that girl is going to die. Dean: Listen to me, both of you, we are not gonna leave her like that. Bobby: She is a human being. Dean: And we’re gonna put her out of her misery. Sam, finish it.

(which will become interesting again in 4.02... the things they didn’t know at the time literally coming back to haunt them in new and bigger ways because of something new they’re just learning about... which is exactly what makes the spiral narrative spin. The same thing over and over again isn’t interesting, they need to keep leveling up, being forced to build on their knowledge and understanding and applying it to the next degree of cosmic problem, only to learn some more and compound their understanding, only to level up yet again.)

We also learn what’s “normal” for the supernatural world:

Bobby: Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops. Dean: Yeah? Bobby: This year I hear of 27 so far. You get what I’m saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more. Sam: Do you know why? Bobby: No, but I know it’s something big. The storm’s coming, and you boys, your Daddy – you are smack in the middle of it.

Heck they so did not want this, nor ask for it.

We still don’t really understand Azazel’s motives in possessing/kidnapping John outside of the fact he now needs to reverse his trap, use what he does have, and hope Sam and Dean are just as unable to resist saving John as he was to save them. In the most immediate terms, he just needed the Colt off the playing field. (heh, was he gonna store it in Ramiel’s armory for safekeeping I wonder, or just flat-out destroy it like Dagon did?)

We get our first “whoops they killed a dog, so they’re now irredeemable” when Meg shows up at Bobby’s and kills his dog. (cue 13 years of “Dean is a dog” imagery)

We also get both Meg and Azazel taunting Sam and Dean over the fact that they killed Mary:

Meg: Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t.

and

John/YED: What? You’re the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? (he smiles at Dean) Oh, that’s right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don’t make a right.

And they’re not wrong... for all we learn about Dean’s personal moral code, we also learn his exception:

Dean: Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t even flinch. For you or Dad, the things I’m willing to do or kill, it’s just, uh .... it scares me sometimes. John: It shouldn’t. You did good. Dean: You’re not mad? John: For what? Dean: Using a bullet. John: Mad? I’m proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you – you watch out for this family. You always have. Dean: Thanks.

When “John” asks for the Colt a moment later, this is where Dean draws another line. He knows it’s not John. In the standoff, “John” and Dean play a weird game of “calling the puppy to them” when Sam questions what’s going on, why Dean has the Colt pointed at “John.”

Tell me this doesn’t sound EXACTLY like 14.20:

Sam: Dean? What the hell’s going on? John: Your brother’s lost his mind. Dean: He’s not Dad. Sam: What? Dean: I think he’s possessed. I think he’s been possessed since we rescued him. (He starts to get upset.) John: Don’t listen to him, Sammy. Sam: Dean, how do you know? Dean (fighting back tears): He’s .... he’s different.

vs

SAM: Our entire lives. Mom, Dad -- everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because -- Because what? Because we're your favorite show? Because we're part of your story? CHUCK: Okay, Dean, no offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy. And that kid is still dangerous. So pick up the gun. Pick it up... pull the trigger... and I'll bring her back. Your mom. DEAN: No. (Dean takes a few steps back to stand side by side with Sam)

“Your brother’s lost his mind” about Dean, vs “your brother is stupid and crazy” about Sam. Both times, Dean holding Magical Kill Everything Guns and pointing them at yellow-eyed monsters. Dean facing killing his father in 1.22, and someone he considers a son in 14.20. And he couldn’t do it either time, not to get revenge, not to kill the current concept of “Ultimate Evil and Danger” to the world. And yet another parallel between John and Chuck, even if this was actually Azazel speaking here he was using John’s face to do it. This is the archetype of “toxic fatherhood” in the narrative from the jump.

Dean does get one good comeback in:

John: You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don’t need you. Not like you need them. Sam – he’s clearly John’s favorite. Even when they fight, it’s more concern than he’s ever shown you. Dean: I bet you’re real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot. I wasted ‘em.

And then after this bit of mental torture, because this is psychological torture for Dean here, the physical torture kicks in. The wounds look shockingly similar, in retrospect, to the ones the hellhound leaves on Dean in 3.16, claw marks down his chest. And both times, Dean is unwilling to kill the person he loves to stop the larger evil thing.

This is also our very first instance of what we’ve come to refer to as a “crypt scene.” Breaking through demonic possession or other mind control to reach a loved one. For a complete rundown, including a description of this scene in that context, please have the very long and complicated history here (excellent reading, btw. Click through the read more for the entire original post and then the s12+ additions in this reblog):

https://elizabethrobertajones.tumblr.com/post/167800948433/elizabethrobertajones-so-basically-you-cant

Just another thread of the big narrative spiral getting broken in 14.20.

And not related to anything I’ve said above, but because heh I find this amusing  as heck, just as a weird... production wtf. At the scene outside the Sunrise apartments, there’s two men (one man in the crowd of bystanders and one of the firemen he approaches) who it looks like they were scripted to be possessed by demons in this scene. Both men open their mouths and gasp at the supposed moment of possession. But we don’t see any smoke crawling down their throats. I figure it’s because it was the VFX crew who realized it was implausible for random smoke to be floating around outside a supposed scene of a fire in broad daylight, without drawing any sort of attention from anyone in the crowd. So instead of these demons simply “activating” and coming to the surface of the people they’ve already been possessing, we get this weird “invisible possession” gasp. Because of who I am as a person, my brain has decided these two people were already possessed, but the demons inside them were lying dormant until they were called up for service, like a couple of understudies being told they’re finally getting to take the stage. And they’re both inordinately delighted by this, to the point they do the lil “gasp of excited glee:”

ME?! YOU WANT  LIL OL’ ME TO HELP?! *omg okay this is actually happening, we are really doing this, i’m readY I’M READY I’M READY!*

alrighty then, moving on to season two now :’)

#spn 1.22 #spn 14.20 #spn 3.16 #spn 4.02 #s14 hellatus rewatch #it's spirals all the way down #winchester family dynamics #spiders georg of the tnt loop #the ghost of john winchester