#sorry that seems random but i go on brother loving rants

[mushies-stories]

He can show it

Thomas Shelby X Reader

warnings: drinking, gross bar guy, kind of proofread i guess as i went along. female reader.

word count: 1226

Thomas Shelby shows his love in small silent ways more often than not. Buying gifts like jewels and clothing, taking you out to nice restaurants in London. Speaking of his feeling was too soft for Thomas though, while he was able to say, ‘I love you’ and he was always showering you with compliments, he was unable to express the range of his emotions and what he’s thinking.  he didn't expand more than the basics.

Sixth months, that's how long Y/N and Tommy Shelby have been seeing each other and other than meeting the family, a few important events and some late nights, he hasn't opened up all that much. Even expressing that he loved her was a recent development. 

Y/N has been trying to find a way to get him to open up a bit more but nothing seemed to be working. If anything, whenever she opened up more to him about things that hurt her or seen or random men who have followed her home in the past, to try and make him feel comfortable it seemed to make him even more protective of her than normal. She started noticing more men on her walks home from the flower shop she worked at. It was just around the corner really and ever since she started dating Thomas not many men have had the guts to go after her. Once they found out who she was if they didn't already know, they ran off rather fast but still she had an escort every night. 

Feeling rather hopeless and just needing a night out with good company, you take Lizzy up on an offer to the garrison. The night had been going well and after a few drinks you and Lizzy were a giggling mess. Bursting into laughter anytime someone unpleasant came up to flirt with one of you. Hitting close to midnight you didn't show signs of stopping while Lizzy was slowing down and was just about ready to head home. 

“Sorry, the kids and work ya know?” Lizzy shrugged as she stood up, grabbing her small bag and slinging it over her shoulder. “But we will be doing this more often, yeah?” she sends you an excited smile. 

You send her one just as enthused. “Definitely!” you got up and gave her a wobbly hug goodbye. “Get home safe.” Saying a final goodbye then it was just you, sat alone at the bar.

Still with half your drink left so she decides to stay to finish it. Five minutes goes by and a lanky, greasy looking man takes the now vacant seat to your left. He tries a few dumb lines and offers to buy you another drink, when you refuse and ignore him he slowly gets more and more frustrated. Trying even harder and insisting you pay him attention. 

Rolling your eyes and turning your attention elsewhere, you face the closed door of the room next to the entrance. You assumed no one had been in there all night, for as long as you and Lizzy had been there no one had gone in or out. You had assumed wrong because moments before the drunk greasy man's anger got the better of him, none other than Thomas Shelby himself came out of the room with John and Arthur. His eyes are on you in a second and just as you are being turned to face the angry drunk you could see Tommy’s face turn to anger. 

The drunk is squeezing your face between his dirty fingers about to begin some rant when he’s suddenly being ripped away from his seat and thrown to the ground. Tommy is hovering over him and punching the man repeatedly. Arthur came to your side to check on you while John had to pull his brother off the man before he killed him. 

The drunk withered on the ground holding his face while Tommy collected himself. “I suggest you get the fuck out and not come back.” Tommy said calmly. When the man didn't get up fast enough for Tommy however he lost it again and picked the man up by the back of his collar and literally dragged him out and threw him on the street. “Next time you lose an eye.” He warned on his way back in. 

Now coming to your side he inspected your face, making sure the man didn't bruise you. “I'm fine Tommy I promise.” you giggled and pulled his hands away to hold in your lap. His knuckles were bloody. He tries to not let any of the blood get on your pretty dress however.

“You sure love?” He asks, still trying to see if there were any marks or dirt. You nod your head with a smile. “How long you been here?” he asks, now getting to business. Why were you out so late?

“I was with Lizzy, she left just a few minutes ago and I was just finishing my drink.” you point to the glass now empty behind you. “That was unless some greasy gross drunk man tried to hurt me and you came to my rescue.” You said, batting your eyelashes up at him and twirling a strand of hair. 

Chuckling he shakes his head while out stretching a hand for you. “Well since the glass is gone, how’s bout i drive you home, eh?” 

Placing your hand in his and leaping off the chair, Tommy had to grab your waist to keep you from face planting. 

On the way to the car you couldn't help thinking about how much you been hoping that 

Tommy would open up more. It's not like he has ever hidden anything from you, he tells you straight when there is a problem with business or the family, even gang related incidents he tells you about. He doesn't hide himself, he just doesn't detail his emotions. With everything that happened tonight it shows he really cares for you, his actions and need to put your safety before all else shows you how much he loves you. 

By the time you made it to the car you were giggling and it was getting harder for Tommy to keep you upright. “Alright love, c’mon in the car.” he opened the door as you leaned against the side of the car. 

“Hey Tommy” You say softly, making Tommy stop and look down at you with a raised eyebrow. “Thank you, for protecting me.”

Tommy raised a hand and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes with such tenderness. A look reserved only for you. “Love, I’ll protect you from anything.” he stated softly but planley. 

“Anything?” you question him with a mischievous smile. “Even from the law if i murder someone?” you asked, trying to act sierouse. 

With a face cast in shadows from street lights and chillingly straight face, Tommy smiled, ever so softly. “While I don't foresee you, of all people killing a person, I do mean anything Y/N.” His words left you unable to speak, they almost knocked the wind out of you. Morbid but romantic really. “Now. c’mon love. Let’s get you home.” 

With that, Tommy took you home and you were now certain that what you had with Tommy was real, and important to him as well, you knew you would always have him. He loved you and knew how to show it.

#thomas shelby #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagines #x reader

[kaicubus]

Dating Cat Valentine

warnings ✩° : none, just fluff! but like my enid preferences this ones gonna be a lil cringe IM SORRY.

pairing ✩° : cat valentine x gn!reader

authors note ✩° : am i the only one who preferred when cat was like kinda just this...idk how to explain it but she was cooler before and not ditzy airhead like, she was like IDK REBELLIOUS??? is that the word???

- Her being SUPER clingy. Cat will grab your arm, tug you around, lock her hand with yours, jump around with you, all that stuff. You can’t help but face the suffocation of her very potent hair dye, sugary, natural smell on her when she does so.

- Sometimes, most of the time, Cat says the most unhinged shit. It’s mostly stuff about her brother, Frankie, but other times it’s just about things she’s been through or things she’s seen before. It never fails to catch you off guard when she casually mentions a near death experience no individual should ever go through with the same bubbly smile she always has on.

- There is no ‘i can fix her’ with Cat, because with her the chaos follows you and you can’t really control it, nor put a leash on it or your girlfriend. You’ve actually tried before, with one of those stuffed animal leashes for children but she chewed through the straps because she couldn't figure out how to take it off. You both named it Banana and he now sits lifelessly under Cat’s bed because she felt bad about tearing his strap off.

- It actually took you not that much time to get used to Cat’s antics. After a bit, you started to expect the back hugs, random dancing, spinning in circles, and random ticks she does. Unlike Jade, you encourage it and become her catalyst, sparking up when she’s around.

- After her, you're the first to get a share of her snacks. They're usually some obscure sugary candy concoction but they're usually always really good. Other people gag at the mere sight of it ((it’s highlighter pink, why wouldn't you?)) but Cat knows what she’s doing no she doesn't.

- Really quick, peppery kisses when she gets affectionate. She calls them ‘kissies!’ as some sort of code between you two and by the time she calls it out, her hands are on either side of your face and she’s just bombarding you with bubblegum stained kiss marks. She doesn’t stop until you pry her off of you.

- She absolutely adores hello kitty. 

- You can’t help it, but there are times where Cat gets extremely offended with the things you say or don’t say. Even if it’s not meant maliciously, she takes every comment you make to heart and either turns it into a much bigger issue or ignores it completely. It all depends on her mood, really.

- Cat actually has a sticker gun on her at all times, and if she doesn’t then she has like, 3 sheets of random stickers that she sticks onto your face randomly. Even mid conversation too.

“But I told my teacher that I turned in the essay already and she—what did you just put on me?”

“It’s a sticker, it says I love you in green and a little broccoli next to it! Here, take another! This one is a little puppy and it has his tongue out! Oh and this one is a pelican...and a dinosaur...”

- It’s pretty obvious but Cat gets distracted a lot. But even when it seems like nothing can bring her down from the clouds, there’s only one thing that can : you! Simply calling her name will stop her from talking and look at you instantly, and if you come up to her and actually touch her then she focuses on you entirely. This ability comes in handy with her rants about controversial topics, so it’s best you use it.

#kaicubus #victorious #victorious headcanons #victorious imagine #cat valentine #cat valentine victorious #cat victorious #cat victorious x reader #cat valentine x reader #cat x reader #cat valentine x you #cat valentine x y/n #cat valentine preferences #preferences #gn!reader

[whyamiheretumbled]

rise Donnie and affection

@smudged-kaleidoscopeI can't believe I forgot abt my lil rants but here's the first one! Sorry I took SO LONG (◞‸◟ㆀ)ˢᵒʳʳʸ

EITHER WAY I'm going to talk about thingz about their personality, and Rise Donnie is up first! So I realized that out of all the brothers, Mikey and Raph seem to be the most affectionate, and I could just not be paying attention, but I don't remember Leo giving that much affection to them..

So despite a lot of stuff that says Leo is overly affectionate and clingy and Donnie hates it,that might not be true and Donnie might like it more than Leo!

However, there are a few things that suggest Donnie doesent want to be touched. He'd rather give than receive. Constantly Raph has told him it's not a hug, but a rescue,showing that Donnie doesent like hugs for extended periods of time or at least, doesent like surprise ones.

However, in multiple episodes(For Example, Hot Soup:The Game) he's seen giving affection to his brothers, even with limited touch, or just not giving it for a long time, he does it to make them satisfied or for himself(Like In Purple Game), and it can also be noticed he knows what type of physical affection people/objects like, seen with Shelldon in Cloak and Swaggart!

And now, affection isn't only physical. It's also shown through words and actions!

Despite Donnie's apathy, he spends a lot of time with his brothers/family in general, is shown to be upset when ignored(Mind Meld), or even being desperate for his fathers attention(Can't remember the ep, but it's the one where they enter the Demolition Derby)

As much as he pushz people away, he also shows his affection through other things! I mean, we can look at all the stuff he does throughout the lair! He even makes all of their devices, and they could always just buy/steal them, but nope, he makes them for them!Even just random things they'd enjoy(Like the Tennis Ball Massage in smart lair, despite it being short lasting)

And in his words!In one episode he tells Raph he loves him when Raph asks about his Taxi car idea, in another he picks Splinter up out of joy, Making the gifts(out of good intentions), etc...

It seems more like Donnie struggles with emotional aspects, but that doesent mean he doesent care! He is extremely affectionate, just shows it in different ways, big or small

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #ranting

[bylerjancytruther]

hi! sorry for ranting in ur inbox but you do say you're a jonathan byers stan soo....does it ever make you mad that the GA and the fandom reduces jonathan's character to taking the pictures in episode two??

never mind the fact that he's grown over four seasons since then and hasn't done a single shitty thing like that again. never mind that he's been the rock of the byers family for years and years after lonnie left and loves them so much that he would give up going to college to be there for them. never mind that he's been an incredible brother to will for will's whole life and canonically accepts him and loves him for who he is. never mind anything that makes jonathan great, the fandom just has to reduce him to one poor action.

and it's never the other characters either. as much as i love steve, he was a serious asshole in s1, but he grew and changed and the fandom loves him for it. they acknowledged steve's character development and celebrated him for it. but not jonathan - it's only jonathan that is forever held to his mistakes and is never allowed the space to grow :(

no, you’re perfectly fine! believe me, i’ll never pass up an opportunity to defend jonathan byers lol.

if i’m being completely honest, yeah. it’s one of the things that annoys me most about this fandom. jonathan made one mistake in season one that he apologized for and continued to learn from whereas steve made mistakes as well and never apologized yet according to the GA, he’s redeemable but jonathan isn’t?

listen, i will be the first person to admit that what jonathan did in season one was creepy but like i said, he apologized and nancy forgave him. beyond that, it’s not really our decision to hold that grudge against him. you’re allowed to not like a character but if this one action is the one thing that you continue to hold over his head, then you’re a lost cause.

i’ll never hide the fact that i’m not the biggest fan of steve but some steve stans get on my nerves when it comes to jonathan. a lot of these people go around unironically saying “mommy steve 🥺” all the time or cracking jokes about how steve got his “6 little nuggets” yet they refuse to acknowledge the very real fact that jonathan raised will. jonathan is and always will be more of a father figure to will than lonnie ever has been. jonathan was the boy who while in high school, got up in the morning to make sure his little brother got breakfast. worked extra long shifts to help his mom pay the bills. checked the trunk of his fathers car for his brother. he was left to plan wills funeral on his own at the age of 16. it seems that because jonathan isn’t conventionally attractive or friends with a random child or an asshole, everybody overlooks everything he had to go through before the show even started. it’s not fair that every other character is allowed room to grow and embrace their character development but he isn’t…

i’d also like to add on that jonathan is an 18 year boy who had to deal with all of the previous stuff i mentioned on top of supernatural activities in his hometown and a long distance relationship. let the kid smoke weed and deal with his trauma his own way. thank you.

anyways, i’m sorry for ranting the way that i did. i just love jonathan sm.

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #jonathan byers #jancy #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jargyle #stonathon

[saw-x]

i find PWs very delusional from a narrative perspective because they have been telling you PW was going to end the minute it started by highlighting their different life stage. Gina’s brother calling him brother figure. Ashlyn calling Gina her sister and EJ her cousin in the same sentence. Carlos mentioning he is going to college (in front of Ricky). Gina basically saying "she didn’t get it" when he started rambling about college applications. Let’s not forget how season 2 started with EJ wanting to grow a beard and how the kids "all seem like kids compare to him now" and Gina is the same age as those he thinks look like kids. Now, there’s a huge dissonance between them because Gina is experiencing camp and a boyfriend for the first time while EJ is seeing camp as his way to end childhood. It doesn’t matter that there’s only 2 years of difference because their mind space is not the same. Gina is still thinking as a teenager with so many experiences left to explore and EJ is thinking he needs to have fun because is his last chance at being a kid. It doesn’t add up. PWs are ignoring all of these and paying attention to the wrong things. Instated of making senseless comparisons between Ryan and Ricky or Val and Sharpay, they should be talking about what the show is telling them and it’s not good.

yeah its funny that they call rinas delusional all the time yet they are some of the most delusional people i've encountered. they ignore literally every narrative plot point about pw not being compatible and they are constantly doing mental gymnastics to come up with the most random of reasons to ship pw and hate rina. whenever i read one of their posts i get baffled... like are they even watching the show. almost everything they say is so off base.

for example, i saw a post the other day that said if they break up pw for rina it would be stupid because pw know how to communicate. when have they shown pw are good communicators??? was it when jamie porter said gina thinks of him as a brother and instead of talking to her about it he thought it would be better to outright reject her, make her feel like crap about herself and cut off contact from her. at no moment did he communicate with her - they only solved the problem because ashyln talked to gina. if they are talking about the couch scene (literally only 1 scene in the show whereas rina has showed better communication in the car scene, the 'do what makes you happy' scene, the valentines day scene and so on)

and on that point they love to say ricky treated gina horribly in s2 and he 'made her cry' but love to ignore what ej did to her in the s2 finale and what ej did was way worse as it was deliberate. idk ej's reaction to the brother comment has always really rubbed me the wrong way because it almost feels like he discarded her because he thought he wasn't going to get anywhere romantically with her. say what you will about ricky but he values gina and he would always want her around be it as a friend or something more.

back on topic - pw shippers watch the show very selectively and ignore the very obvious signs that they aren't going to work out. honestly i don't really care if they ship pw (i just ignore their posts) but i'd rather they just say that they don't like rina instead of coming up with 'reasons' that rina is bad because none of them make sense. they constantly contradict themselves - e.g. shipping ricky with therapy, but being fine with shipping ricky with val or jet or nini.

if pws actually paid attention to the show and talked about what the show was telling them they wouldn't have anything to cling to for their ship. so instead of accepting where the writing is heading they choose to find a couple of generic shots of couples and hope that ricky is ryan and val is sharpay. its so ridiculous lol

i'm sorry this turned into a rant but the behaviour of pw shippers really baffles me, because i don't understand why people would be so rabid about a ship that has obviously been written to fail.

#asks #hsmtmts #ricky x gina #rina

[fantasticduckchaos]

Hi Ro! 🩶 Just wanted to drop in, to let you know how much I absolutely adore your art!! 🫶💕 (like it truly makes me so happy to see whenever you've posted a new one! 🥰)

So in relation to that I wanted to ask: What are the top 5 things that inspire you to do art? 👀

(also curious if there is anything about art in general, that you'd like to talk about! 🤗🩵)

Hey stella <333 thank you so much for enjoying my art :] I'm so glad you like it❤️

1. My hyperfixations - as soon as I join a Fandom or community I immediately feel the need to draw fanart for it, anything I'm passionate about really😅games, movies, fanfics, youtubers etc..

2. Other people - whenever I get requests for certain parings or drawings I get so happy because I'm like- "this person likes MY art so much they want to request!?" and I get so exited whenever someone even reblogs my stuff :D

3. People I love - anytime I have a friend that I love so dearly I constantly wanna draw them and give them gifts. If you somehow were able to look through my sketchbooks over the years, you would find month long periods where I would only be drawing one person. These things come and go but I love the rush of creativity I get whenever it happens :)))

4. Boredom - I know it's weird- hear me out. When I was in school I always found myself doodling in my notebooks when a class was boring (which it usually was haha) and it subconsciously really helped with my art journey and with my inspiration over the years.

5. Myself - sometimes I feel that the only way to express what's going on in my head is through art. It doesn't matter what kind. Sometimes I feel really overwhelmed and a random fucking poem about it pops into my head so I write down. Maybe I saw something really beautiful somewhere and absolutely HAD to draw what it made me feel. I find myself in so many things around me and I want to get it on paper or in my notes app just to preserve the feeling.

Art runs in my family, I have a few cousins who draw and on both my parents sides they have a history of it. Though my main inspiration to start drawing was my sister. My older sister draws so amazingly even three year-old me wanted to be like her. She unknowingly encouraged me to continue expressing myself and I am forever grateful for her. It's also so fun to see how other hobbies translate, for example I plays guitar; I didn't know this until after I started playing but my dad always wanted to play when he was a kid and my mom played guitar when she was in seventh grade (I started playing in seventh grade too!) my brother and my cousin also took a few classes and so did my grandpa on my mom's side. It's so cool to see things that don't seem genetic translate in different family members👍 okay sorry for the rant I got carried away😅😅

#Stella<33 #ask answered #Sorry about the rant

[m1tskii]

rant

i literally feel sick after that season what the fuck 😭 i am literally so disappointed, stranger things used to be so good. like. season 1 and 2??? immaculate. hell, even season 3 was better than this. it's not even about byler at this point; the plot was weak, the villian wasn't scary, theres so many holes, the character writing is shit, every new character they bring in is just a plot device, there's no stakes because the duffer brothers are cowards who can't kill main characters, last season was about eleven finding herself and realising that she doesn't need to rely on men for everything and this season... she literally gets the power to defeat vecna... from mike saying he loves her... Wow! you just completely destroyed her development! and what they did to mike is just... 😟😟 hand him over you've lost your privileges. this season just didn't feel like stranger things. say what you want about the past seasons but i think we can all agree that they felt like stranger things. ive seen people compare this season to a poorly written fan fiction but, to me, this season felt like a completely different show. and tbh stranger things honestly should have ended after s2. you can really tell that the duffer brothers didn't expect the show to have more than one season because s1 is plot driven, everyone is focused on one thing, there's no random side plots that are irrelevant to the story and just confuse people, the characters are well written and act accordingly to their personality, while the rest of the seasons (excluding s2) seem character driven, plot doesn't make much sense, each villian feels like it's just a copy of the last but stronger, and sue me for this but the scariest season was the first because the characters didn't know anything about the upside down and they didn't know how to stop it. it was completely foreign, and we didn't know what was going to happen to will. after that it just seemed kinda meh because now we recognize the pattern (new character gets introduced, some kind of evil is attacking Hawkins, they spit off into groups, kids help eleven, teens fight it, adults find out more about it, then they come together to defeat it, new character sacrifices self, repeat) it's getting old, and quite frankly, it's boring. i would like to have hope for this show since ive seen how good it can be, and i don't want to crush anyone's hope but i think it's down hill from here. the duffer brothers have obviously run out of ideas and unless we get something spectacular next season, seems like s3 was the last good season (i know a lot of people dislike season 3 but its actually not bad plot wise?? like yeah the characters were butchered but it was still interesting. sorry i know that's controversial lmfao)

#stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things #stranger things 1 #stranger things s1 #stranger things 2 #stranger things s2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things s3 #byler #byler s4 #stranger things is just downhill #rant post #personal rant #sorry for the rant #stranger things rant

[my-own-au-my-way]

This is just random thought. I have been inactive due to irl stuff. So um here.

ROTTMNT headcanons on female reader on period and in need of comfort.

💙Leonardo💙

Well what can one say?, hes a dork and awkward on these topics. However he will definitely make sure you get your daily dose of cuddles and even check you have enough supplies, which includes meds.

He absolutely never lets you leave the room when upset, he uses his portal that you fall into his arms instead.He would be the one sitting on your desk listening to your moody rants then when you collapse on your bed crying on a pillow he would be sitting on your bed rubbing your back. Once you fall asleep he makes sure you have you favourite snacks and beverage ready.

❤️Raphael❤️

The one day when you didn't come to the lair, you texted him that you needed his company. His big brother instincts kicked in and rushed to your place.

He found your window of your apartment, but it was dark. He taps on the window, only it creaked open as it was unlocked. He slips on in and goes into ninja mode thinking someone took you. However in seconds he saw you buried under blankets and pillows. Deciding to sit on the ground next to your bed, he gently takes your hand he saw that was not quite covered. You then mumbled to him "Sorry babe." He squeezes your hand gently shaking his head. He simply whispered "Its Okay Raph is here. Just say if you need anything and Raphie will get it for you."

You then told him why you never moved much. To say he was a lil awkward for a moment was an understatement. Then he composes himself again and offers to grab supplies with his friend April to guide him on what to buy. You giggled at his reaction yet just wanted cuddles, then slipped from under the covers and slumped into his lap as limp as a doll. He was not going anywhere for a long while. Yet he couldn't be happier.

💜Donatello💜

This was the only time he showed his caring side. His usually sarcastic side dissolved when you failed to text him. He was in an all out red alert mode![excuse the pun here] He had Shelldon track your phone!.

You were at your home, so next thing he grabbed one of Leo's swords and created a portal directly in your home. He promised Leo to make up for it later. When he walks around your home, he noticed it to be way too quiet. Shelldon though managed to find you in your room. You were curled up hugging a pillow while hiding your face in it. Donnie was a bit cautious as you were known to be moody at times. Looking around your room, he noted a certain kind of supply and painkillers that set off alarm bells in his head. He scrambled to grab some things for you. After a while he comes back and placed a slice of your favourite pizza along with your favourite warm beverage on your nightstand. After that he sits on the bed cross legged and fiddled with his latest lil gadget waiting patiently for you to notice him and your food. Once you got a whiff of the food and drink, you saw Donnie there on your bed. All you did next was crawl over to him and lay your head on his lap. To say he was surprised was an understatement. After a moment he the strokes your head in a soothing way, seeming to relax you again.

🧡Michelangelo🧡

Ah yes the artist, the cook and overall youngest of the family. He loved you to bits, yet was getting worried when you didnt text. So he made his way over to your home and finds you in your room hiding under a pile of pillows. Sensing something is wrong, he decides to investigate your calendar. To his horror it was that time of month for you. He knew what to do though, bringing you painkillers and your comfort food was all that was needed. You pulled him under your pillow pile to cuddle though. He was only too happy to cuddle you though. He is one of the few to innitiate them other than Raph. Once you were asleep, he manages to disperse the pillow pile and get you all comfy again. With some fresh water on your night stand he decides to stay with you, as this is an emotional time for you.

@androidships007

@fyreball66

@dilucsflame33

Tag anyone who wants to read this

#rise of the tmnt #leonardo #michelangelo #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #raphael #headcanon

[spnhunter4life]

So Long Chapter 3

Word Count: 8k

A/N: I realize these chapters are getting longer each time. So... sorry? I seem to have a hard time keeping things short, and when I’m writing multiple little stories per chapter, things get a little long. Thanks to everyone who has left a like on the first couple chapters! It really makes my day and keeps me motivated to write when I see people enjoying it. I hope everyone enjoys Chapter 3!

Series Masterlist

So if we knew all along Why did it take so long? We’ve known it since we were young So why did it take so long?

Ages 15 and 17 March 18, 1996

“Jenna!” I heard Dean call from down the hall as he stalked towards me. He sounded annoyed. I knew how it looked, Tony casually leaning next to me, arm braced against the lockers. The halls were mostly empty as everyone went home for the day. I knew I had a big smile on my face too, knew the conclusion Dean had undoubtedly come to, but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him playing overprotective big brother. Rolling my eyes, I turned to face him as he stopped within inches of me.

“What’s up, Dean?” I asked calmly. I didn’t fail to notice the way he angled his body slightly between the two of us.

“I was going to ask the same thing,” he answered. “I thought you were going to meet me and Sam outside.”

“I was. I am.” I corrected myself. “Tony was just telling me about all the horses his family owns and he said I could come over and ride if I want.” I told him, getting excited again. I looked at Tony who looked slightly nervous. He was a fairly attractive, semi popular guy. A sophomore, like me, he was still growing into his long legs and widening shoulders.

“You really think your dad is going to let you go to some guy’s house?” Dean scoffed.

“Why not?” I answered defensively. “You and Sam go to your friends’ houses all the time.” I noticed Tony wince a little and pushed Dean away, only able to do so because I took him by surprise. He still only backed away a single step.

“That’s because our dad doesn’t care what we do and you know it. Your dad is way more protective,” he countered. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before he lets you do something as stupid as go to the home of some random boy by yourself.”

“You mean before you let me go,” I retorted. “Well news flash Dean, you don’t get to decide what I can and can’t do. And what do you mean ‘stupid’? I want to go ride horses with a friend, not bungee jumping off a cliff above a shallow lake.”

“You’ve never ridden a horse before, Jenna! What if something goes wrong? You could fall off and hurt yourself!” 

I was surprised he wasn’t backing down. He never used to have these kinds of arguments in public. He’d always been protective, but for the past year he’d been even worse. While deep down I appreciated his concern, right now I was just irritated. 

“I have to drop my stuff off and let my dad know what’s going on, but I’ll try to be there by four if that works for you.” I told Tony, ignoring Dean for the moment.

“Yeah, sounds good,” Tony said warily. “Whenever works for you. And if you don’t come, I’ll just assume your dad said no.” He told me, eyeing Dean before making a hasty escape. I huffed and turned to punch Dean in the shoulder.

“Really?! Why do you have to do this to me? You know how much I love horses! Why can’t you stop scaring away everyone I make friends with?!” I ranted. Dean just started walking for the door.

“I don’t scare away all of your friends. Only the jerks that are making moves on you. I mean, really Jenna? You think all he wants is to show you a few horses?” He mocked. He held the door open for me and, choosing to ignore his jab, I made a beeline for Sam, who had started walking once he saw us come out. Sighing, he closed the door and jogged a couple steps to catch up to me.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing my shoulder and turning me to face him. “I’m not trying to ruin your life, you know. I’m just trying to protect you.”

“Well maybe I don’t need you to protect me! Did you think of that? I’m not an idiot, I know he’s hoping for more, but I also know he’ll back off if I tell him to. And even if he didn’t, don’t you think I can handle one teenage boy? My dad doesn’t have me train for nothing.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?” I asked him, exasperated.

I watched as he physically reigned in the automatic response that wanted to shoot past his lips. He worked his jaw back and forth and took a breath as he thought of the best way to say it.

“Guys suck. Ok? And I can say that with absolute certainty seeing as I am one.”

“Dean-” I tried to interject.

“No, let me finish. I just don’t want to see you get involved with some guy who's only going to end up hurting you.”

I waited to make sure he was finished before answering.

“Yeah, but did you miss the part where I said I wasn’t interested?” How could I be? There wasn’t a boy in the world who stood a chance of gaining my attention when the most perfect one was already in my life, completely oblivious to how thoroughly he had ruined the chances of me ever being interested in anyone else. Of course I couldn’t tell him this, so there was no real way to assure him that I was telling the truth. “Zero chance of me being hurt. I promise.”

“Maybe,” he said, clearly not sure if he believed me or not. “You could still fall off a horse though. I’m sure that would hurt.”

“Because the risk of falling off a horse is so much greater than getting hurt on a hunt?” I asked pointedly.

“Okay. You’re right,” he sighed after a moment of deciding whether or not to argue. “I’m sorry. You still have to get your dad to agree to it though,” he pointed out. I groaned and squared my shoulders, readying myself for the upcoming argument.

~~~~~

I was practically vibrating with excitement as Dean pulled into the driveway of Tony’s home. It had been one of Dad’s conditions, that Dean drove me. I could see several horses already and knew I’d be on one of them soon.

“Thanks Dean!” I said as I moved to get out of the car.

“Just a second,” he said, putting a hand on my knee to stop me. I paused with my hand on the handle and turned to him. “Just… promise you’ll be careful.” He finally got out. My heart stuttered a little like it always did when he worried. I knew it was only a brotherly concern no matter how much I might wish it was more.

“I will.” I told him with a soft smile. Then I jumped out of the car and headed towards where I saw Tony at the barn.

Ages 14 and 15 October 15, 1994

It was the second day at this school in South Dakota. Dad and John had gotten a call from Bobby about a possible ghost problem a few towns over from Sioux Falls and so here we were. All the moving around never got any easier. Just when I started to really get to know the friend or two that I made, we had to pack up and move on again.

I was eating lunch with three other girls. Kristin and Liz were sitting on one side of the table and Carly was sitting next to me on the other side, the rest of the table empty. I was appreciative of the three girls who had noticed the new girl sitting by herself yesterday and come over to keep me company. This is how it usually went. As a fairly introverted person, any friends I made were the result of the other people approaching me, not the other way around.

“Can you believe the amount of homework Mr. Cohen assigned us today?” Carly was complaining. “I don’t know how I’m going to have time to get it all done!”

“No kidding,” Liz joined in. “Does he not realize that the other teachers are all giving out homework too, not just him?”

“He gave us a week to get it done,” Kristin reminded them. “You can do a little every day. It’s not like it all has to be done tonight.”

“Says the overachiever who’s never missed an assignment or gotten a grade lower than an A her whole life,” Liz teased.

“What do you think Jenna?” Carly asked me. “You said you’ve moved around a lot. Would any of the teachers at your other schools hand out this much homework at once?” 

“I mean, it’s definitely a lot to be given at once, but I guess I wouldn’t say it’s too much. Like Kristin said, we do have a week to do it. So, I guess I would consider it a reasonable amount,” I concluded.

Carly and Liz both had little frowns of disagreement on their faces, but they dropped the subject, moving on to the much more exciting – in their minds, anyway – topic of Snow Queen. This new conversation had only just started, Carly asking the other two what they were going to wear when I saw Liz’s eyes widen at something over my shoulders. Then she was leaning in, excitedly whispering. 

“The hot new guy you were talking about is here,” she said excitedly to Carly. “Wow, you weren’t exaggerating.”

Carly turned to look at him and I saw Kristin peering around to see who they were talking about too. I didn’t need to look. I knew who it was. I sighed and kept eating. Sure enough, Dean soon walked past my line of sight, heading towards the dwindling lunch line. The girls were chattering about him, but I wasn’t really listening. Until I heard my name.

“Come on Jenna, didn’t you see him? Isn’t he, like, the best looking guy you’ve ever seen in your life?” Carly encouraged me to join in. Of course I agreed with her, but I wasn’t about to announce it out loud.

With a small smile, I said, “Well of course you guys would think so. In a school this small, anyone new is exciting.”

Liz scoffed. “Oh please. It’s not because he’s new. You did see him didn’t you? The guy in the leather jacket?”

“I saw him.”

“And you don’t think he’s attractive? At all?” Carly asked in disbelief. 

I looked for him, saw that he was a little over halfway through the line, well out of hearing range, and sighed. I made a split second decision to tell them. Why not? It was rare that I got to talk about Dean this way. I had to keep all my feelings bottled up. It would be so nice to be able to let them out, and who better to talk to about it than a group of virtual strangers who would whole-heartedly understand and agree with me?

“Alright, fine. He’s the most attractive guy I’ve ever seen.” I agreed.

Carly was watching him as he made his way through the rest of the line. “Isn’t he though?” she sighed dreamily.

“It doesn’t really matter though,” I told the girls.

“What do you mean? This school is full of girls he’s never met before. Chances are he’ll be interested in at least of them, so why not think that any of us could be her?” Liz asked, probably thinking she was making a great argument. And maybe it was a great argument. For them. They didn’t have all the information about me though.

“Doesn’t matter for me,” I told them.

“Because you move around a lot?” Kristin asked. “Long distance relationships are a thing you know. And besides, even if he never looks at us twice, there’s nothing wrong with appreciating the view.” She turned again to watch him as she said this.

“Moving isn’t the problem,” I mumbled just as Carly squealed, “I think he’s coming over here!” and Kristin quickly spun around in her seat to face forward again.

I looked up and saw Dean just steps away from our table, as Carly had said.

“Hey, Jenna!” He greeted as he moved around the table to sit beside me.

“Hi, Dean,” I answered, blood rushing to my cheeks as the mouths of the other three girls dropped open in shock.

“Is the food at this school any good?” He asked, eyeing the chicken strips, mashed potatoes, corn, and rice krispie bar they were serving today.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good,” I told him.

“Great,” he replied, digging in. “So how are you ladies doing?” He asked around a mouthful of food. I elbowed him in the side. “What?” he asked innocently. He knew I hated his awful table manners, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him to stop.

“So, uh… you guys know each other?” Kristin asked.

“Umm… surprise?” I said unsurely.

“Is it though?” Dean asked. “I mean in a school this size doesn’t everybody know when there’s a new kid or two?”

“Of course,” Carly answered.

“And nobody noticed that Jenna and I showed up at exactly the same time yesterday?” He continued.

“Well when you put it like that I guess we really should have,” Carly answered. “But no, for some reason we did not realize. I actually didn’t even see you until today.”

“Actually, now that she mentions it, I didn’t see you either. And you definitely weren’t at lunch yesterday. Where were you?” I asked him. I had initially written it off as him having a different lunch period. We often did. But this school only had one lunch period for the entire high school. He should have been there.

“I was running errands for Dad,” he responded easily. I knew that meant he was helping with the hunt in some way. I don’t know why I was just finding out.

“Your dad had you running errands instead of being in school?” I asked him, frustrated. “And you didn’t tell me.” 

“Who says I wasn’t in school?” He asked, mock offended, even though he obviously hadn’t been. “Besides, not all of our dads are as insistent on a good education as yours,” he told me. “And when you didn’t see me at lunch it should have been a clue that I was busy,” he joked.

“We rarely ever have lunch at the same time. It wasn’t unusual not to see you,” I countered.

“So,” Liz interjected, looking at me meaningfully, “aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Oh. Right. Guys this is Dean. Dean this is Kristin, Liz, and Carly,” I said, gesturing to each girl as I named them.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said with his patented charming grin, the one guaranteed to make girls from all around the world stop breathing while they were caught in the intensity of it.

“How do you two know each other?” Kristin asked, looking back and forth between the two of us. The other two were looking and listening intently too and I noted the curious stares of several other people in the cafeteria. I mentally rolled my eyes, resigned to this new topic that would undoubtedly continue for a while. 

This is what always inevitably happened. We moved to a new school. As the new girl, people would find me mildly interesting at best. I was mostly ignored except for a select few people who made an effort to be welcoming. And then people found out that I was somehow involved with “the hot new guy” as he was usually known. Dean would wave at me or talk to me in the hall, someone would see us getting into the same car after school, or in today’s case, he sat with me at lunch. Then I became interesting. People wanted to get to know me in order to get to know him.

“Our dads work together,” Dean answered for me, stealing the rice krispie bar from my tray.

“Hey!” I protested.

“What? You hate these things,” Dean said. He wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah, but you could have asked instead of just taking it,” I mumbled petulantly.

“Why do I have to ask to eat something I know you’re not going to eat anyway?”

“Well it would be the polite thing to do,” I told him sternly. He just scoffed and took a bite. 

“So you guys move around a lot,” Kristin started, continuing her line of questioning, “and it’s just you two and your dads?”

“And my brother Sam,” Dean replied through another mouthful of food.

“Ok, I know we were more out of the loop than we should have been with you, but I swear there isn’t a third new kid here. There’s no way we would have missed that,” Carly insisted.

“Nah, you wouldn’t have heard about him,” Dean told her. “Sammy’s in middle school.”

“Well thank goodness I haven’t lost it completely,” Carly joked. 

“How long have your dads been working together?” Kristin asked.

“What’s it been? Five years now?” Dean mused, looking to me for confirmation.

“Yeah, probably pretty close to that, I’d say,” I said.

I saw Kristin open her mouth to ask another question when the five minute bell rang. We all hurried to dump our trays and get to class.

~~~~~

It was about ten minutes into art class an hour later, and I was trying to find the right mix of colors to blend together for the shade of blue I wanted. We were working on landscapes this week, using oil pastels. 

I’ve found that art classes can be quite tedious or a lot of fun, depending on the teacher. I liked this one. She was pretty relaxed, giving everyone the assignment and then letting them do whatever they wanted within the parameters of the project. She was also completely fine with students talking throughout the whole class as long as they were still getting work done.

“So,” Liz started. We sat beside each other and I had been waiting for this. The questions about Dean would start now. Things he liked to do or watch or eat, what kind of girls he was usually interested in, that sort of thing. 

“You and Dean seem pretty close.” She worded it as a fact, but her tone trailed off in a questioning way.

“Yeah, I suppose you could say that,” I responded warily. I’d found the correct combination of colors I wanted and started working on the sky.

“And you guys are just friends? Nothing more?” She asked, unconvinced.

“We’re just friends,” I told her, already ready for this conversation to be over with.

“But why?” She wondered out loud as she grabbed a red oil pastel from the box between us. I felt my forehead wrinkle in confusion.

“Why what?

“Why aren’t you guys together?” She explained. “I mean, you’ve known each other for years, you apparently travel around the country together, you practically live together-”

“We don’t live together,” I quickly interjected. There had been a quick conversation in the hall about our living situation when Carly asked if Dean and I lived together. Luckily the five minutes between classes left just enough time to explain the situation without having to be questioned about it too thoroughly. “We’re always in separate motel rooms. It’s more like living in the same apartment building I suppose.”

“I said practically,” Liz quipped. “And that’s not the point.”

“Then what is?” I sighed, using a paper towel to blend my sky colors together.

“The point is…” she started, pausing to find the right words. “Well, everything I already said!” She finally settled on. “You said you guys move around a lot. I imagine always being the new kids makes you even closer with the one person you actually know,” she said.

“I have Sam too,” I reminded her.

“You mean Dean’s little brother? The one in middle school?” She snorted. “Yeah, that’s exactly the same thing.”

“It is the same thing,” I insisted. “Our dads aren’t around much so we’re all pretty close.”

Liz looked at me like I was unbelievably stupid.

“I feel like we’re having two separate conversations here. Do you really not get where I’m going with this?” She asked.

“You’re trying to be absolutely sure that we’re not dating and Dean’s single, right? Well I’m telling you that we’re not dating. Can we drop it now?” I asked, irritated.

“No, we can’t drop it,” she countered. “That’s not where I’m going with this at all.” She let out a frustrated breath before continuing. “You said at lunch that he was the most attractive guy you’d ever seen.” She said pointedly.

“No I didn’t,” I denied, grabbing a white oil pastel to add in some clouds. “Carly said that.”

“And you agreed,” Liz said. “Look, I’m not trying to embarrass you,” she continued when she saw my blush. “I’m just trying to understand. I only saw you guys together for a few minutes today and it seemed pretty clear to me that you’re really close. So why aren’t you together?”

“He’s not…” I started to say, cutting myself off. Liz waited patiently for me to sort my thoughts. “He doesn’t see me that way,” I told her. 

“Are you sure?” She asked.

I frowned, thinking about all the girls he was always flirting with. 

“I’m sure.”

“Well… I think you might be wrong,” she said decisively. And then, before I could object, “Tell me about him.”

“What do you want to know?” I asked.

“Anything you want to tell me,” she said. “Isn’t it nice to get to talk about him like a normal teenage girl talking to her friend about the guy she likes? Not as the friend that can give other interested girls tips?”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I shouldn’t have just assumed.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’m sure you had a reason. So? What’s he like?”

I thought about it. What was Dean like? I spent the rest of the hour-long class telling her about the wonderful guy I spent most of my time with. I started out a little hesitantly, but by the end I was excitedly answering any question she threw my way. She was right. It was almost freeing to have this discussion with her, to put my feelings out into the world instead of keeping them trapped inside. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, I was feeling lighter than I had in a long time.

Ages 16 and 17 December 3, 1996

I groggily opened my eyes, trying to determine what had woken me up and then realized it was the pounding on the adjoining door. 

“Jenna?” I heard Sam call. “We were supposed to leave five minutes ago. Are you coming?”

Right. School. Well there’s no way I was going while I was feeling like this. My nose was so stuffed up I couldn’t breathe, my whole body ached, and I was so cold I actually wondered if the door had been left open to the winter air all night.

“I’m not coming today,” I said as loudly as I could manage. My head was pounding, and raising my voice would only make it worse.

“What?” Sam asked, opening the door and peeking his head in.

“I’m not going to school today,” I repeated. 

“Are you ok?” He asked, brow wrinkling in concern. 

“I think I caught that flu that’s been going around,” I told him miserably.

“That sucks,” he said sympathetically. “Do you need anything before we go?”

“No, I’ll be fine. Thanks, Sam.” He left the room and I curled up in a ball under the covers, trying to warm up.

I thought that would be the end of it, but about a minute later Dean was walking into the room.

“Sam says you’re sick,” he said, clearly already in full caretaker mode. 

“Go to school Dean. I can manage by myself for a few hours,” I told him as firmly as I could. 

“I don’t mind staying here for a day to take care of you,” he told me, walking over to sit on the edge of my bed.

“I know you don’t, but you really don’t need to. Besides, you have to take Sam anyway, so you might as well just stay there,” I said, trying to reason with him. He looked unconvinced, but nodded in agreement anyway.

“If you’re sure. Do you want me to at least call your dad?” He asked. We’d been here for about a month and a half so far. John and Dad had been able to continually find hunts close by, so instead of moving to a new school again, we were staying put. They were currently a few towns away and wouldn’t be back for at least another week. “I really don’t like leaving you alone.”

“No, don’t. If you call him he’s going to think it’s worse than it is and he’ll either be distracted during the hunt or he’ll come back here, which really isn’t necessary.”

Dean stood up and walked to the door, pausing with his hand on the handle. 

“Promise you’ll call me if you need anything,” he insisted, patting his pocket where he kept the cell phone his dad had left us for emergencies.

“I promise.”

~~~~~

When the boys got home from school that afternoon, they immediately came to my room.

“How are you feeling?” Dean asked as he and Sam walked over to me. I was nestled into the couch, doing my best to stay warm under a throw blanket, some movie I wasn’t paying attention to playing on TV.

“Cold,” I replied. I had already put on a second pair of socks that morning in my attempt to warm up and when that hadn’t helped I’d gone into the boys’ room and stolen one of Dean’s oversized sweatshirts. That plus my pair of sweatpants and the blanket and I still felt like my teeth could start chattering any second.

“Here,” Sam said as he grabbed the comforter off of my bed and placed it on top of me. 

“Did you eat anything today?” Dean asked. 

“Not hungry,” I told him. 

“You can’t just not eat,” Sam said as he walked over to the kitchen. “I’ll make you a piece of toast.”

“Have you had anything to drink today,” Dean asked, continuing his evaluation. I sheepishly shook my head.

“Jenna,” he sighed. “If you want me to leave you here alone when you’re sick, you have to do a better job of taking care of yourself. Sam, get her a big glass of water too,” he instructed.

He gently placed the back of his hand against my forehead, checking for a fever. 

“And some Ibuprofen,” he added. “So you’re cold and not hungry. Any other symptoms?” He asked me.

“My nose is stuffed,” I told him.

“I can tell,” he said with a small smile.

“And everything hurts,” I admitted.

“Well the Ibuprofen should help with that at least,” he said as Sam came back over

“Here you go,” he said as he handed everything over. I sat up to take everything from him.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” Dean smiled as the blanket fell off my shoulders.

“I told you, I’m cold,” I defended, taking a small nibble of my toast.

“I’m not mad,” he assured me. “I think it’s cute.” I blushed. “I want that whole glass of water gone in the next 15 minutes,” he told me sternly. “And then I’m getting you another one that better be gone by supper.”

I managed to eat the whole piece of toast and finished the glass of water as instructed. I curled back under the blanket while Dean left to refill my water. Sam was sitting at the kitchen table, books spread out before him.

“Are you warming up yet?” Dean asked when he returned with more water. 

When I shook my head in answer, he sat beside me, settling himself under the blankets and as close to my side as he could.

“Dean, I don’t want to get you sick,” I protested.

“If I’m gonna get sick, I’m gonna get sick. I’m already surrounded by your germs, I don’t see this making much difference,” he told me.

Sighing, I moved to rest my head on his shoulder. It took about 10 minutes for me to finally start warming up for the first time that day.

~~~~~

The next day was much the same. The boys had slept in my room last night, despite my protests that I would be fine on my own. Dean slept in my dad’s unused bed and Sam slept in mine, bringing in the comforter from his own bed. I stayed on the couch. I had tossed and turned all night and was exhausted. 

Dean asked if I wanted him to stay home from school to take care of me. I told him not to. This time he brought me a large glass of water before leaving and told me I’d better keep myself hydrated today.

I took a bath around 1, hoping the warm water would soothe my aching muscles and warm me up. After soaking for about 20 minutes, the heat finally seemed to seep into my body and ease the chill I couldn’t escape.

I was feeling a little better when I got out an hour later, the warmth being a much needed boost to my mental state, but I still ached all over. After getting redressed in my warm clothes, I took a couple of Ibuprofen and tried to sleep before the chills came back.

The rumble of the Impala’s engine is what caused me to give up on my fitful attempt at a nap. I was shivering under the blankets and hadn’t managed more than 20 minutes of sleep.

The boys came in and fussed over me. They were both pleased to hear I’d drank some water today, but I still hadn’t eaten anything. Sam made me another piece of toast and grabbed a container of yogurt for me to eat too.

Dean curled up with me under the blankets again and I sighed, grateful for his warmth. His body heat radiated off of him directly into my side where we were pressed together and the blanket kept the heat trapped.

If I hadn’t been feeling so terrible I might have shied away from this level of closeness. We were very comfortable with physical contact, but this was more than the casual touches I was used to. The closest we had ever come to cuddling in the past was Dean’s arm slung across the back of the couch behind my head when we watched movies. And he wasn’t actually touching me when he did that. 

The realization of how close we were was something I wouldn’t process until later when I was feeling better, but for now I just appreciated the comfort he so easily provided me.

~~~~~

“Where’s Dean?” I asked on the third day, spotting Sam sitting at the table reading a book. 

Dean had skipped school today. No matter how much I protested, even when I told him I was feeling a little better, he told me he refused to leave me by myself again. He dropped Sam off and came straight back to the motel. He’d kept me company all day and made sure I drank plenty of water. I was even starting to get my appetite back a little bit. I’d managed to eat half a peanut butter sandwich and a few crackers.

I’d fallen asleep shortly before he left to pick Sam up. I halfway sat up in the spot on the couch that had become my semi-permanent residence – a place I left only when my bladder made it absolutely necessary – and looked around the room.

“He went to the store,” Sam told me. “He should be back any minute. Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

"If you wanted to put some poison in my water or something I wouldn't complain," I told him. This might be a bit dramatic, but honestly, if this was going to be the state of my life from now on, then life really wasn't worth living. 

“Can’t help you there. I just used the last of my poison last week on my friend Ethan. He had the flu too,” he told me seriously. “Besides,” he continued, switching to a teasing tone, “I don’t have a death wish. Can you imagine what Dean would do to me if he came back and found you dead?”

“I don’t know what to tell you Sam. I guess you need to do a better job of covering your tracks,” I told him. He smiled.

“Seriously though, how are you doing?” He asked again. 

I sighed and sat up the rest of the way, noticing the comforter was back on me. I’d started taking it off when Dean was sitting with me, partly so he wasn’t quite so overheated and partly because the throw blanket was enough when combined with his furnace-like body temperature. He must have covered me back up when he left to get Sam.

“I’m doing better,” I told him. “I still can’t seem to keep myself warm, but the migraine and muscle aches are a lot better. My appetite is starting to come back too.”

“Yeah, Dean said you actually ate something today. That’s good. Hopefully you’ll be better tomorrow,” he said.

“Hopefully,” I agreed as we heard the Impala pull up. 

A minute later Dean came in the door, hands full with grocery bags, immediately looking towards the couch.

“Hey, you’re up!” he said cheerfully. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good, actually,” I told him, looking at the clock and realizing I’d slept soundly for about an hour and half.

“I’m glad to hear it. You definitely need to catch up on your sleep,” he said as he unpacked the groceries. “I hope you’re still hungry. I got stuff to make chicken noodle soup,” he told me.

That did actually sound really good. I told him as much.

“Good. I’ll get it started,” he said, grabbing a big pot from the cupboard above the stove. “I got some more Ibuprofen too if you need some,” he told me offhandedly. “I noticed we were about out.”

“I’m good. Thanks, though,” I said, not for the first time grateful for his thoughtfulness and attention to detail when it came to taking care of people.

“Do you want some help?” Sam offered his brother, already getting up from the table.

“Nah, I’m good. I’m sure Jenna wouldn’t mind you sitting with her and keeping her warm until I’m done though,” Dean said, looking at me for confirmation.

“Actually, I was just thinking about taking a shower,” I told them as I tossed the blankets onto the couch beside me. I hadn’t showered in three days and I was starting to feel really gross.

“Aww, you hear that Sammy? She doesn’t want to sit with you,” Dean teased.

“You know that’s not it,” I told Sam as I looked to make sure he wasn’t offended.

“I know,” he assured me, waving off his brother’s joke.

I was already getting cold without the blankets, so I hurried off to the bathroom, leaving Sam to his book and Dean to his soup preparation. Closing the door behind me, I immediately turned the water on, setting it to a nice warm temperature, before undressing and stepping in. I let out a content sigh as the hot water hit me.

As I was working on combing the tangles out of my hair, I realized that in my rush to get in the shower, I hadn’t brought any clean clothes with me. Crap. Now what? I considered my options. 

I could put on the clothes I’d been wearing for the last three days. I quickly discarded that idea. Though I’d been cold, I’d still been sweating. I wasn’t putting those clothes back on. It would completely defeat the purpose of showering.

I could walk out into the room in my towel to grab my duffel bag. I didn’t like that option much more than the first. While I would be completely covered, something about them seeing me in nothing but a towel, Dean especially, felt extremely… intimate. It wasn’t something I was comfortable with.

I heard a muffled conversation through the bathroom door as I tried to figure out a third option. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I could hear them talking. I could hear Sam saying something in an exasperated voice when it occurred to me.

“Sam?” I called as I rinsed the conditioner from my hair.

“Yeah?” he called back, sounding like he was standing just outside the door.

“I forgot to grab my bag. Could you get it for me?” I asked.

“Yeah, no problem,” he told me before his footsteps retreated. I heard more muffled conversation, a door opening and then closing a few seconds later, and finally a knock on the door.

“Here you go,” Sam said as he opened the door and I heard the thump of my bag being set down.

“Thanks, Sam.”

“No problem,” he repeated. The door closed. I stayed in the shower for a few more minutes, appreciating the hot water, before steeling myself to get out into the cold. 

I pulled the curtain back, grabbed my towel, and started drying my hair. Once it was no longer dripping, I moved to my duffel bag to find some clothes. I felt a rush of warmth in my chest at the sweatshirt that was laying on top of it. Another one of Dean’s.

Once I was dressed, I spent a few minutes blow drying my hair. I normally didn’t bother, but I didn’t need water dripping down my back for the next hour when I was already cold. I stepped out of the bathroom and saw that the brothers had been busy. 

Dean had finished putting the soup together and it was currently sitting on the stove to cook. The blankets I had been using for the past three days were in the corner designated for dirty laundry, and new ones – presumably out of the boys’ currently unused room – were waiting for me on the couch.

Sam and Dean were sitting on either end of the couch, The Untouchables on the TV screen, paused at the beginning. It was one of four movies we had, so we’d seen it a lot, but it was one of Dean’s favorites. Sam and I weren’t tired of it yet either.

Dean patted the spot next to him, and I sat down, curling into his side as he wrapped a blanket around me.

“Feeling better?” He asked.

“Much,” I sighed. “It feels so good to be clean. Thanks for the sweatshirt,” I added as an afterthought.

“You’re welcome,” Sam and Dean responded at the same time, looking at each other in surprise.

“It’s my sweatshirt,” Dean told Sam.

“Yeah, but I’m the one who grabbed it for her,” Sam argued.

“Because I told you to,” Dean countered.

“This is a ridiculous argument,” I said, lightly hitting Dean’s chest and nudging Sam with my foot. “I was thanking both of you anyway, so can we just watch the movie?” Sam scowled, but agreed and pressed play. 

~~~~~

We were about three quarters of the way through the movie, soup eaten and bowls dumped in the sink, when there was a knock at the door.

We all looked at each other, confused and a little on edge. Dean’s arm tensed around me and Sam started walking to the bed, going for the knife Dean hid under his pillow.

“Jenna?” The person outside called.

I immediately relaxed. It was just Bailey.

“Let her in,” I told Sam who had paused a foot from the bed. He obeyed, looking through the peephole before opening the door.

Bailey was standing there, as expected, as well as Dylan. The three of us had become pretty close in my time here. I always had friends wherever we went, but I didn’t usually connect with people the way I had with them. They were definitely the best friends I’d made at any school, and we spent a lot of time together outside of class.

“Hey guys,” I greeted as they made their way into the room, stopping a few feet away from the couch. “What are you doing here?”

“Well you haven’t been in school for three days, so we wanted to check on you,” Dylan explained.

“Yeah. I mean at first we just assumed you were sick. But after three days we started to worry,” Bailey added.

“Three days isn’t an unusual amount of time to be sick,” I pointed out.

“No, but then Dean was gone today too,” Bailey said, a smug little glint in her eye as she looked at me. “So we wondered if maybe you guys had left town.”

“Nope. Still here,” I said unnecessarily.

“Good,” Dylan said, slinging a bag off his shoulders and moving to sit in the armchair. “Because we brought homework.”

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Dean said, standing up and throwing the second blanket over me before making his way to his own room. “Come on Sam,” he called over his shoulder. Sam sighed, but followed Dean out.

“Thanks,” I told them, genuinely thankful they’d thought to get my homework for me, but also not looking forward to having to do it. Bailey grabbed a chair from the table and set it next to the couch.

“So,” Dylan said casually as he took everything out of his bag. “Anything you want to tell us?” He asked teasingly.

“Um… no?” I said, confused.

“Are you sure?” Bailey continued for him. “No new developments you want to share?”

They both looked at me expectantly. I quickly scanned the room, looking for anything that might stand out to them. Not seeing anything, I just slowly shook my head. 

“No, nothing. Why? Is there something new with you guys?” I asked, thinking maybe this was their way of segueing into giving me some type of exciting news. They just looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

“I can’t tell if you’re just stubbornly ignoring it, or genuinely oblivious to what we’re saying,” Dylan told me.

“And if that’s the case, it really makes me question if you’ve been telling us the truth,” Bailey said.

“The truth about what?” I asked, starting to get frustrated.

“You and Dean looked awfully cozy,” Bailey stated, not beating around the bush anymore.

I blushed. Oh, right. That. I thought.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I told them, not wanting them to make too many assumptions. They knew very well how I felt about Dean.

“Well how about you let me tell you what it looks like, and then you can tell me if it’s right or not?” Bailey said. She didn’t wait for my answer before continuing. “It looks like you’ve been sick for a few days. When Dean didn’t show up to school today, it looked like he might have gotten sick too, if you guys hadn’t just up and left. Now that we’ve seen him, I think we’re in agreement that he’s not sick?” Bailey looked to Dylan for confirmation.

“He didn’t look sick,” Dylan agreed.

“So, it looks like Dean stayed here to take care of you. Now the way the two of you were cuddled up together,” she mused, smirking at me. “That looked like two people who were very comfortable with each other. In a more than friends way. Which looks like either you haven’t been entirely truthful about the status of your relationship with him or there have been new developments. Am I missing anything?” She asked Dylan.

“No, that about covers it I think,” Dylan said.

“I know exactly how it looks,” I started.

“Of course you do because we just told you,” Dylan cut in. “So which is it?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Were you not telling us the truth before about you two – which I don’t find likely, by the way – or has something new happened?” He asked. I could tell they were both excited for me. They had spent plenty of time talking with me about Dean, and they knew how crazy I was about him. 

“Neither,” I told them, seeing immediately that they were unconvinced. “Seriously,” I insisted. “Dean is a total mother hen, especially when one of us gets sick,” I explained. “If you don’t believe me, there’s a pot of homemade soup in the fridge. Dean never cooks. None of the guys do.” 

“That doesn’t explain why you were practically in his lap,” Bailey fired back.

“Okay, first of all, that’s a huge exaggeration,” I said. Bailey snorted. “It is! We were sitting next to each other, that’s not ‘in his lap.’ Dylan, back me up here!” I pleaded.

“Well…” he looked between us, considering his answer carefully. “I do think that was a bit of an exaggeration,” he said.

“Ha!” I shot at Bailey.

“But,” he continued, “you were pretty snuggled up with him. More than you realize, I think.”

“Ha!” Bailey shot back.

“Whatever,” I conceded. “It’s still not what you think. I’ve just been really cold. As you might notice,” I pointedly waved the corner of the blanket. “He’s just been sitting with me to help me stay warm.” 

“You still looked awfully comfortable with each other,” Bailey said, not ready to entirely give up.

“Because we are,” I said exasperatedly. “I told you about how we constantly travel and our dads aren’t around much. The three of us are pretty much all we have. People in that sort of situation tend to be pretty close.”

“I guess,” Bailey sighed.

“So do you guys cuddle like that a lot?” Dylan asked, moving on, but not entirely changing the subject. I blushed again.

“No,” I told him without elaborating.

“Honestly?” he pressed. “You know you can tell us. We won’t judge. Plus, I’d say that would be a good sign-”

“Really. This is the first time we’ve ever… cuddled.” I told him, not wanting to hear another speech listing all the reasons the two of them were certain Dean liked me back. Despite their intentions, it really wasn’t helpful. It could really only mean one of two things.

One, they were reading into things. They were wrong and he didn’t like me back. Or two, they were right. He did like me. But it didn’t matter because he clearly had no intentions of doing anything about it. I didn’t know which was worse.

“So,” Bailey cut in, breaking the growing tension. “Tell us all about mother hen Dean.”

I smiled and told them about how I’d spent the last few days. They updated me on the goings on at school and then gave me a quick rundown of the homework, telling me to let them know if I got stuck on anything. I thanked them and we said our goodbyes. 

Either through eavesdropping – I sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case – or, the more likely option, watching out the window, Sam and Dean knew when my friends left and immediately came back into the room.

“You want to finish the movie?” Dean asked as he moved a pile of papers onto the coffee table. Sam settled himself back on his end of the couch and Dean pulled me back into his side.

“Yeah, sounds good,” I said, resting my head on his chest. I was much more aware of our position after Bailey and Dylan’s visit, but I decided to enjoy the closeness while it lasted. 

When the movie was over, Sam went to the kitchen to grab some snacks while Dean flipped through the channels on TV. Sam came back with beef jerky, Doritos, microwavable popcorn and a bottle of water for me. I wasn’t hungry, but accepted the water. 

Dean stopped on a channel playing some old western movie. As he settled his arm around me, I decided that I would happily spend every night like this.

Chapter 4

#supernatural #spn #fanfic #soulmates #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #ofc #dean winchester x ofc #dean winchester x soulmate!ofc #supernatural fanfiction #soulmate!au #so long

[sofiiel]

Another long ramble about how Lucas and Steve are a friendship we need to happen.

In my head, I see Lucas as the party's Steve, he's wrist rocket is the nailbat, he's into sports, school, is the most outgoing and even though he's super silly and fun he seems to have game lol. Lucas tries to look out for everyone and is invested in his friends love lives.

Mike and Lucas talking in the basement while El spied on them was pretty much Steve and Robin in Steve's car talking about Vicki.

Like S1 & S2 Lucas just scream mini Steve to me. And I live for it. The other seasons do to tbh.

Steve wanting to go with Nancy in S4 had the same vibes as Lucas wanting to protect Max S2 in the arcade when he was trying to tell her about the weirdness they've all been through.

Lucas Vs Jason had Steve Vs Billy vibes, accept Lucas had a comeback.

So yeah, for me, Lucas is The Party's Steve. I'm never going to be able to see it any other way. More so since S4 he had that perfect on trend high top fade lol he's got the flawless hair now and everything.

This duo needs to happen again. I need Lucas to have the 'he's awesome' realization that Dustin had about Steve S2. Or Steve being big brother and comforting Lucas about Max while he's reading her books in the hospital.

I'm obsessed with this friendship that needs to happen.

.... Steve and Lucas playing catch to just clear their minds and get a grip on what's going on around them. They don't even have to say anything, just the, "I'm here, man. And I completely understand." sort of thing.

Steve's had his moment with all the kids accept Will, El, and Lucas.

.....although with Argyle in the picture, I can *totally* see him filling the same role with Lucas but differently. I think he'd get a kick out of Lucas saying, "Tooootally Tuuubular!" Lucas would love hearing more about California, He's probably like pineapple pizza (pfft watch him hate it canonically).

That being said... and I swear this rant is freakin endless, I am sorry....

But Argyle is probably a good comfort friend for Dustin too, Dustin would love his sense of style and Argyle is probably the only one who could pull a smile from the little guy who's going to clearly be heartbroken and just...yeah. Argyle asking him what's wrong and calling him 'Little Dude'

This is all just my personal madness opinion so don't mind me lol Lucas reminds me who reminds me of Dustin who reminds me of Argyle and they always in up lumped together in my random S5 want lists.

#stranger things rambles #stranger things thoughts #lucas sinclair #steve harrington #lucas sinclair appreciation #argyle stranger things #ST S5 wishlist #st s5 speculations

[nikethestatue]

random thought. whenever i read g stans anti elriel arguments it seems that they have never read ANY book before (let alone a romance book) because their arguments are so stupid? they debunk elriel by saying 'its only lust!!!' as if smut/NA books dont exist, 'oh he has feelings for her? he didnt admit that to rhys' as if Romantic Heroes™ admit their feelings before their own book and to someone who isnt their LI, 'hes toxic and abusive and controlling' as if Romantic Heroes™ arent shown to be over-protective in books, 'he hasn't planned anything for their future!!' as if Emotionally Stunted Romantic Heroes™ in books dont fall in love involuntarily and against their judgement, 'his thoughts about her are VULGAR' as if sex and love don't coexist, 'he's just jealous of rhys, cas and lucien he doesn't really want her' as if Jealousy™ and Envy™ isn't the most common thing in romance, 'they (mostly she) don't have enough development to have a book' as if development and progress doesnt happen in their own book itself, 'they are so different from each other' as if Opposites Attract™/Grumpy+Sunshine™/Bad Boy+Good Girl™ aren't the most popular tropes in romance genre (clearly these ppl did not have the 2014 wattpad phase), 'az needs therapy before he can be in a relationship' as if Damaged Romantic Heroes™ arent themost in-demand type of characters since centuries, 'his shadows disappear around her they hate her so no elriel' as if shadows (not just in sjm universe) don't have negative connotations, 'well rhys said no and az have the necklace to gw¥n so elriel isn't happening' as if Forbidden Love™ and Misunderstanding™ arent the OVERLY USED conflicts in books, 'g amuses a and makes him laugh and a looks at her with admiration' almost as if mentor/mentee can't have a cordial relationship w/o romantic connotations just because they are m/f, 'e hasn't rejected the bond so eluci£n is a possibility' again, conflict and why tf will she reject it in her sisters' book, 'they don't have any conversations together, all they do is sit quietly and glance at e/o' as if Slowburn™ and Yearning™ doesn't make the all types of audience go feral, '3 brothers 3 sisters is too cliche and obvious' well let me surprise you by revealing what is the genre of acotar books wait for it hold on wait.....GASP its Romance™! and what is romance genre if not Cliche™ and Obvious™?

DEAR G STANS, READ A DAMN BOOK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!

LITERALLY ANY KIND OF BOOK!!!!

WATTPAD WORKS AS A BEGINNERS GUIDE TOO!!

(im so sorry for such a long rant but i accidentally went to twitter and came across some anti tweets and you can guess how that went my brain is fried from lack of self awareness and sheer stupidity)

I completely agree. These are pretty 'by-the-book' characters and act exactly how you'd expect them to act.

When I was 10, I remember i was completely obsessed with Jane Eyre. It was my favorite book and I read it like 70 times! :) You look at Mr. Rochester and let's see:

Brooding, possessive, domineering, harboring a deep dark secret, suffering, falling madly in love with a young innocent girl, willing to make questionable choices, lie and do everything to get the object of his affection.

And I mean, if you don't want to go back to the classics, then just read freakin' Twilight! LOL

Same thing!

I never understood why this was so 'confusing' to them.

[critfumbled]

Hi! I'd honestly love to talk about Akira because there's no one I know who even knows what it is :') Excuse the long rant, but I guess my main issues with the movie were:

Kaneda was so ready to kill his (basically) brother even though 10 minutes before he was essentially ready to die to save him

The fact that it appeared to me that Akira was most powerful being and all the other children were just trying to replicate him, but the government tabled him away? I see no need to rip Akira apart because they wanted to use him. Was it for later? Surely Tetsuo going apeshit qualified the use of Akira

The worldbuilding was a struggle for me because it seemed like the children (and Akira) were basically gods with absolutely no rules or limitations to their power. it seemed to me like all of them could manipulate time, space, and matter, so there wasn't anything that made each special or more powerful than the other

the kids really sacrificed themselves for a random teenager they didn't know, despite the fact that they seemed to follow the goverment and the government were clearly trying to take down Tetsuo

what's to stop this scenario from happening again, because the government could totally make another Tetsuo/Akira and the entire story can just repeat itself. other than city damage and deaths, there were really no consequences because it's not like the entire government died. This seems like a small part of a bigger story that was left unfulfilled

I didn't understand Ryu's role, as seemed like he was working with the government but Kei was pretty confident he was working with their freedom group? was he working both sides? his side of the story and his goals weren't clear to me

I do know that the pills have a big role in the manga (Kaneda's jacket) but the way they were just mentioned in the movie, it gave Tetsuo a lot of power, then was never explained bothered me.

Also this is totally a personal thing but one of my biggest book/movie pet peeves is when everyone knows something, but they're just using the vaguest terms to describe it to not let the audience know. not between Tetsuo and Kaneda , but between the military, all the scientists, and the kids, they kept just saying the VAGUEST terms for Akira to not let the audience know even though they all knew what they were talking about and that just grinds my gears because it's a way to build false tension instead of naturally letting it build up

I'm sorry for doing a super long ask, but I can't reply to people on my tumblr :/ but yeah those were my issues. I appreciated the art and the music slapped though, and I appreciate how it pioneered certain animation tropes, but overall I was super confused the entire movie

I want to start by saying that basically everything you mention here is expanded upon within the Manga. As I said before it is a lot longer and it is entirely different from the movie. If you are interested in the world, and the story, and you want to know more I would definitely recommend it. I feel kind of remiss in giving you all the details here as I think it will take away from the manga if you do intend to read it. That being said I'll try to give some broad strokes.

Firstly I agree it was a little rushed in the movie, but it was basically the death of Yamagata that turned Kaneda against Tetsuo, Yamagata was also a very close friend of Kaneda, being his right hand man within the gang.

The children were not an attempt at recreating Akira's powers, Akira and the children were apart of the same experiment that consisted of 41 test subjects. Akira was just the most powerful of said subjects.

Akira was the cause of the explosion at the start of the movie, this is why he was iced by the government/military, basically because they were incredibly scared of the power that he had, and the destruction that he could cause. Also they didn't have any way of controlling Akira, so releasing him would mean they would be releasing a world endingly powerful free agent, who they weren't sure they could stop again.

Regarding the children's sacrifice, I don't want to say too definitively as I don't exactly remember but broadly I believe it is because they are altogther altruistic, and they are still children. They are afraid of killing people, and they don't want any more people to die. Also they are very afraid of Akira returning.

Ryu was working with the resistance the throughout the entire movie. Im unsure as to where you got the idea he was a double agent. It's been a while since I saw the movie. Again however the resistance and their motives get a lot more "screen time" within the manga, which I would imagine would help to ease this confusion.

In regards to it all happening over again, we see in the movie that the government do not believe in Akira, and it is only really the Colonel who is pushing for more research in this area. The rest of the government see Akira and the project as a failure and a waste of resources. This also gets expanded on by the manga, with an entirely different ending.

In regards to the pills, I agree they could use more explanation within the movie. They basically ease the migraines that Tetsuo gets, as well as giving him a short term power boost.

I hope that helps. Admittedly it has been a while since I watched the movie, so don't take these as 100% fact. Also I tried to stick with the content of the movie, however it's hard to not think about it with the context of the manga as well.

[teruwasright]

I agree 100% like Amane has shown that when he gets upset, he hurts the closest person to him (example: 3 year old Amane shoving Tsukasa away and ranting to him about how Tsukasa has it easy) like, he was hurt and upset so he lashed out at his brother and I feel like that just happens a lot. Especially after Tsukasa came back home. Amane probably lashed out even more, Tsukasa probably felt somewhat guilty for leaving his brother alone, etc, like there’s something weird going on.

Also, remember in Mitsuba arc hell of mirrors, Tsukasa was all like “I hope your wish comes true this time” to Mitsuba via the mirror and it’s like… hey, maybe he actually cares?? It’s such a random scene. PLUS the scene where he kills No.3 for attacking Mitsuba. “Why are you picking on people weaker than you” like that’s genuine anger. He’s not even smiling. He looks pissed off and?? Because Mitsuba was beat?? It’s not even because of nene (girl was unconscious) but because Mitsuba was crying and screamed for help and Tsukasa, albeit sayin he’s “hopeless” and “weak” was also… extremely pissed off about the whole thing? It’s like the first time we see a very angry Tsukasa and it’s all cause some random mystery started treating Mitsuba as a rag doll (coughs, we only see him truly angry because of Mitsuba so)

I 100% agree! And thank you for reminding me of Tsukasa hole thing about picking on people weaker then others! I felt like something was missing in my first reply but I couldn't remember! Thank you!

Ya that's also something I tie to my Tsukasa did nothing theory- why is Tsukasa SO firm in his moral of hating when people pick on people who are weaker than you?- it's the only real time we see Tsukasa get ACTUALLY pissd. When he sees that shit-

And ya Mitsuba is weak and Tsukasa gets mad when others pick on him-

Tsukasa is also VERY firm in trying to make peoples wish come true.

Maybe he chooses to stay by these morals over all because Hanako took advantage of his love for him? I'm just throwing my ideas out there but it is very interesting.

(Also when it's comes to the thing of not just anyone is choosen to be Hanako San thing as promised I have an update- I believe it was only in the pilot sooo- sorry about that but I still stand by what I said because I really do believe Hanako was chosen for a greater reason)

But I agree that something fishy is going on when it comes to Tsukasa and Hanako-

That's why I hope we get THE DAY as a hole chp!- I want to know what set Hanako off so much so to kill his brother! It's like chp87- lol I've been waiting for that chp since chp10 and it was BEAUTIFUL- now we need THE DAY as it's own chp- please!- i NEED it! Lol anyway-

I agree completely and I find it so upsetting that people see Tsukasa who isn't as a emotional as Hanako and because of that he's a monster?- all because he doesn't cry as much or get as emotional? I literally have a sibling like that- they aren't as emotional as me and are little sis but it doesn't make them a monster? Tf?-

And it's also funny because I knew someone (I'm not gonna give much detail because well- privacy reasons) who would cry all the DAMN time but they were the most toxic and abusive person I've met-

So seeing Tsukasa and Hanako and that there's something clearly more to it- it just seems so- suspicious on Hanako's side. Because ya Hanako's more emotional so he's more prone to act on impalas- he's shown to be manipulative and clearly gaslights Nene- and Tsukasa mimicking some of this behavior makes you wonder where he learned it.

[allaganexarch]

need to rant about 6.2 a bit lol sorry not sorry

I’m just like………..soooooo bored by the main plot unfortunately LOL.  And I don’t like Vrtra/Varshahn at all like I find his character extremely weird and annoying at all times.  I think mainly the whole child oc/little brother thing freaks me out LOL like wtf is that he is thousands of years old stop that.  But I was also very bored by his whole plotline in Endwalker and thought it was one of the weaker parts overall, so it might just not be to my taste.  I think it’s a pretty random reason to get them to the Thirteenth also lol but whatever it could work, ff14 isn’t good bc the plots are original it’s good bc of the execution of those concepts so I guess I’ll try to reserve judgment.

Y’shtola’s line delivery drives me insane, I feel this way about every character that va plays, idk what it is.  It’s so forced and unnatural to me and it ruins entire moments sometimes.  I also don’t think they know what to do with the character, like she has all the pieces of an interesting character and they just never DO anything.  Let something mildly interesting happen to Y’shtola for ONCE I stg.

I really like Zero, she has the makings of a very interesting character who is sort of outside the bounds of what they usually do esp with female characters.  BUT I think the way they dealt with residual questions about Zenos’s fate/motives was very ham-fisted and bad.  Ik a lot of people think Zenos is boring but I am not one of those ppl lol—I do like Zero and I’m not saying like Zenos should have been in her place in the story, but I think it just really reminded me how much potential Zenos had and how many really interesting and meaningful moments we could have had w his character even if he still didn’t survive Endwalker.  (I’ve heard rumors that EDW was supposed to be two expansions, which seems extremely likely with how rushed and messy a lot of it felt).

Also like look. Listen.  I try to be mindful of my personal biases but oh my GOD.  WHY wasn’t G’raha in this patch lol.  We went to the THIRTEENTH.  They played the got damn CRYSTAL TOWER RAID MUSIC MULTIPLE TIMES. Cid and Nero showed up and specifically said well haha I was at the Crystal Tower I had to see what this was all about!!!!!  also with the parallels to the situation in the first?????????  Where is the cat!!!!!!!!!  It was like almost comical that he wasn’t there or mentioned at all.  Ig he’s busy or wtf ever but who cares!!!!!  That cat man came here to have adventures not do paperwork!!!!!!!!!!!

This goes to disliking Varshahn but it’s also relevant here LOL because number ONE what the FUCK was that whole here is an adult body thing LOLLLLLLLLLLLL like WHAT that was so weird, but then it turns out that’s what??? just for battle???? and then he slips back into his child skin when he gets home????????  it’s so weird I hate it lol.  But also SCREAMING at how they had to make him a viable tank and force Y’shtola to pick up healing again (it says sorceress or w/e but she still has the conjurer icon LOL, choosing to believe she never equipped her job stone and does not intend to start now)—and I am just SAYING I know of a CAT MAN who is already an all rounder so you know we could have just asked him!!!!!!!!!

There were parts of the patch I really enjoyed—I liked the Thirteenth lore a lot, I LOVED barbariccia as evidenced by briefly going insane on here lol, I’m really hopeful that Zero will continue to have good content, and of course FFXIV music absolutely never fails to SEND ME into a higher plane of existence.

But overall I did find it really frustrating and a lot of it was not especially fun LOL.  I was considering waiting until 6.3 was out bc I kind of suspected I would feel this way and wanted a little more game to play BUT idk when 6.3 will be out and I might be back in school already by then so I decided to just give in.

Anyway, just needed to rant, as you were.

#amber plays ffxiv #personal #bring back the cat man 2kforever

[gay-noodle-clan]

helloooo, so i saw that u have a BNHA dr and u said that u werent a student, and i got really interessed since its different from mostly bnha shifters, if ure comfortable with that. could u tell more about this dr?

Hey! I’d love to clarify; I’ll happily talk about any of my DR’s any time :D

So, to summarise: my two OCs for my BNHA DR are my children in this DR, and I am their silly medieval parent trying to understand why my son said he’s a femboy and why my other son said that he likes TokTik.

More under the cut, but please be warned, I kinda went off on a lore rant; I’m sorry!

So, in my BNHA DR, I have two OCs, Kolka and Aros (yes their names are silly; I have legitimate reasons though, I promise). I don’t have any art, but Kolka and Aros are twins, and are my definition of chimaeras, which are half Kienrif (my home-brew shapeshifters) and half human, traditionally, and tend to have “splotchy” colouring that isn’t found naturally. I haven’t decided who their dad is yet, but I’m their mom in this DR.

So, I’ve made a post about it before, but my DR self is a (formerly) 1500 year old elf, but in this DR, it isn’t a former thing. My DR self is the elven equivalent of 40 years old and a single parent to two rambunctious kittens. In all of my DRs where I’m this character, they essentially get isekai’d to where they end up in the DR from their original reality (it’s basically shifting for them but like,,, he’s grouchy).

However, in my BNHA DR, a cataclysmic event happens: there’s a mass murder of Kienrif, entering genocidal territories through feeding Rowan berries to as many wild animals as possible, destroying the Kienrif food source since anything to do with the rowan trees are extremely toxic to Kienrif (this is because the god that created them is allergic).

ANYWAYS. TANGENT. Kolka and Aros are brought to the world of BNHA through what’s called an auyura, or a fae’s gate, which is supposedly their parent’s (me) last act before dying with the rest of their people, in a desperate attempt to keep his precious babies alive.

So these dudes, they’re just,,, vibing. Little medieval kitties that look and act like people but would maul you if given the chance. Think like, Floyd and Jade Leech from Twisted Wonderland but somehow even more chaotic and silly.

Kolka is kinda dumb, and loves getting into mischief. Aros is equally mischievous, but he’s smarter, and tries to be responsible. They’re usually a tag team though. Kolka has black hair and darker skin but has vitiligo and random white splotches in his hair, as well as heterochromia, with his left eye being dark brown while the other is extremely pale blue. Aros is… somehow a ginger, with some matching white spots in his hair similar to his brother, and yellow-ish eyes. They’re both tiger shapeshifters, but are also visible chimaeras due to this unusual and unnatural colouring pattern they both share.

BUT ANYWAYS I’m not dead. Mostly because I’m ✨ s p e c i a l ✨ but I have a coyote demon named Aeldiet who is basically my absolute best buddy and is the greatest dude ever (technically also a Kienrif but generally sticks to a coyote form). But he essentially murders a fae just to take their magic and get us the heck out of the murder land.

So now I’m a silly old man who’s trying to figure out this whole “modern-day” thing but my kids seem to have adjusted and I am very lost and also—

I forgot to mention it but my DR self is completely blind. I’m aware that this is an odd choice, but originally my DR self was an OC for a book, and it feels wrong for me to change the character simply because it doesn’t match an aesthetic. It’s the same way I choose to still have my DR self be trans; even though I could script myself as cisgender, I want to stay true to the character that I want to be, and I know this is an odd, potentially controversial thing, but it’s how I am going to be doing this. And no, I won’t be having any “magic fixes” for being blind. That’s not something I’m comfortable with.

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Anyways this has become absolutely not at all what you asked about, and I am very sorry for that.

#reality shifting #manifestation #shifting #shifting realities #my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #vikingnoodles #spacenoodles

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Opinion #20

I need to vent about people on Reddit. This is pretty much going to be a rant on people's opinions about the show. I'm not trying to be disrespectful I personally just think they are wrong. I'm sorry if I already ranted about one of these things before.

There are still people who think Sam and Dean aren't platonic soulmates. Either because they think brothers can't be soulmates (even if I explain they are platonic soulmates and then go on to explain all the canon evidence) or because they are destiel shippers which is a whole other thing but I ask hellers to pay attention to canon when talking on a post about Sam and Dean on Reddit. (If you only ship destiel in fanon and don't send death threats to anyone then I thank you. It is the hellers (extreme destiel shippers that say the CW is queerbaiting because it wasn't made canon) that bother me.) The reason I even mention destiel shippers is because I've had someone tell me that they prefer Dean and Cas as soulmates and it bothered me for a lot of reasons but I would just like to put out there that Dean seems to barely tolerate Cas sometimes and they aren't exactly what you would describe as close. He very much prefers to hang out with Sam over Cas on any given day. And obviously, the idea that brothers can't be soulmates is false. I have also seen people say that it goes against team free will and that since Chuck created their bond it's weird for them to be soulmates. I've touched on the second one before. Basically they were the ones who strengthened their bond. They wanted it to be what it was and Chuck did not. Chuck wanted them to kill each other. He didn't want them to not be able to function when the other was dead. ( This doesn't count the finale Sam was functioning obviously but he was living for Dean and it was more like a half life.) As for the second one. As far as the free will part goes as I stated above they went against Chuck so their bond pretty much is free will. Plus, we know it was out of Chuck's control the entire time because of the finale. The only thing Chuck did was try to drive them apart. As far as the team part goes I personally don't care for Cas so I don't particularly care about the team part.

This leads me to my next thing. Sam and Dean care about their friends and their family but they care about each other more. They show isn't really about found family. It's about Sam and Dean. Dean has said this in multiple episodes that it was always just them. Even if you don't like the finale (I loved it) Dean still said this. It is canon. They care about friends and family but not as much as each other. This is further proven when Dean waits for Sam in heaven even though he could go see any of his friends or family as heaven was completely opened. They didn't want to see their friends or family. Them reuniting and then it ending was perfect. Now they can go do whatever they want.

Sam's memories were tampered with by Zachariah. Jared confirmed it but it also makes a lot more sense than memories with random people being his happiest memories. His happiest memories are with Dean. Think about the end of season five. How did he stop Lucifer? His love for Dean. His memories he had with Dean as kids. Their names that they carved into the Impala. Then in the finale Sam was wearing his pilot outfit. Jared said this was because it was Sam's happiest memory. The best memories someone has changes but in season 5 that definitely could have been a good memory for Sam. He had long given up the idea of a normal life. This wasn't season 1 or 2 it was 5. I've had people tell me that it makes sense for Sam's memories to be what they were (see above) and that Jared was just trying to placate fans. Jared says things people don't want to hear about the characters all the time. He knows Sam and if Jared says their heaven was messed with I believe him. It's not a stretch. Think about the voicemail. All of this was meant to break them apart.

I've seen people say their codependency is toxic and needs to be broken. I think every relationship could be toxic and the more you care about the person the more toxic it could be until you are able to work it out which they always do. In supernatural the fact of the matter is their "codependency" ( I assume this is meant to be a negative term which I don't really want to use.) is keeping them both sane. Dean lives for Sam. Taking care of him is a huge part of who he is. He would spiral if Sam died. Either become reckless or as Jensen has actually said he would die in the back of a pool hall. Sam also spirals. He gets reckless just like Dean gets or he hides. He hides in a normal life. Dean quite literally keeps Sam sane. Remember stone numer one? Remember "It's the only thing I've ever know that was true."? So yeah it could be toxic but in reality they got a lot better. Say whatever you want about the later seasons but at least they weren't fighting all the time. As a whole their relationship isn't toxic.

It's amazing how many people think they were only so close because of Chuck or because of hunting. I've already touched on the Chuck one. Hunting is just their job. It is hard to imagine them not hunting because it's what they do. Just like adults go to work. If hunting was to slow down and eventually stop they'd still be in the bunker. If they got normal jobs they'd still be living in the bunker. There is a lot of reasons they wouldn't nessccarrily do good in a normal life but the biggest is at this point they don't want one. As long as Dean was alive they would have stayed in the bunker. They do things together just because they enjoy them that has nothing to do with hunting. In season ten they were by that lake and drinking beer. If I remember correctly in one of the seasons Dean talks about retiring. When they went to that old people home I didn't get the impression that one of them would be going their and one of them wouldn't. They go on an annual trip to Vegas every year. I'm sure there are more. They want to spend time together that doesn't have anything to do with hunting. They are pretty much in a queer-platonic relationship at this point. Which is kinda like marriage but is platonic and something you can have with a best friend.

Dean definitely did not regret selling his soul for Sam. Hell was obviously traumatic but I don't believe for a second that if there was no other way he wouldn't try. Even in seasons where they were fighting. It's amazing that people could ever think that knowing how much Dean loves Sam. The codependency (I don't have a better word) became extremely apparent when Dean sold his soul but it was there before then. Faith is a good example. Even Dean saying "As long as I'm around nothing bad is going to happen to you" is an example. Dean letting himself be beat up by Lucifer because he didn't want Sam to die alone is a good example. Sam has always been Dean's exception to everything. ( I don't mean for that to sound weird.) Even in the Kripke era they codependency was a strong as ever. The codependency became a thing in the Kripke era. Dean definitely didn't learn that Sam should have stayed dead. And yes I know his dad had died in he was in a bad place but I truly don't think that had much influence on his decision. He sold his soul because he couldn't live with Sam dead. That is something Dean admits to. It didn't have anything to do with his father. In fact, if it was up to John he probably would have made sure Sam stayed dead so he didn't have to deal with the possibility of killing him.

I think I'm done. Thank you to anyone who actually got this far. Lol. Sorry the post is this long. This made me feel better though. If anyone has any other suggestions feel free to let me know and I can put them in. Remember these are just my opinions on everything other people have said. I don't mean to be disrespectful to anyone. I hope you all have a wonderful day.