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gamequoteshowdown · 4 months

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Thank you everyone for making this happen! Now, without further ado, the match-ups for Round 1!!!

Round 1

"I've been waiting for this!" - Akihiko Sanada, Persona 3 / "You're just a corpse who doesn't know he's dead" - Valter, Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones

"Are you going to be our goddess of victory… or our angel of death? Doesn't sound too bad to bet my life on that." - Keiji Shinogi, Your Turn To Die: Death Game by Majority / "Don't fuck with a witch!" - Bayonetta, Bayonetta

"Teammates!? Friends!? To hell with that! Why am I inferior to you!? I was extremely particular about my life, my grades, my public image! So someone would want me around! I am an ace detective! A celebrity! But you… You're just some criminal trash living in an attic!? So how!? How does someone like you have things I don't!? How can such a worthless piece of trash be more special than me!?" - Goro Akechi, Persona 5 / "I was just gunna ask you to sell a gun to this child." - Starlo, Undertale Yellow

"I want you to live." - Charlotte Wiltshire, Hello Charlotte Series / "Your hair… sunset colored. I like it." - Queequeg, Limbus Company

"The hope to end pointless conflict… The hope to tell your daughter how much you care… It is our mission as apothecaries to ensure that everyone lives long enough for their hopes to become reality. Even if it costs us our own lives." - Castti Florenz, Octopath Traveler II / "Game is clear when 2 zombies hold hands!!" - "How to Play" Narrator, Loving Deads: The House of the Dead EX

"Thanks to you, I am saddled with unnecessary… feelings" - Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "I am so fucking normal right now" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

“SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN” - Harry du Bois (in the form as a potential mural painting), Disco Elysium / "You pull out your cellphone and access your old Tumblr. You have ten, but you specifically access the Garfield one." - Narrator, Monster Prom

"… Nice meeting you again, you FUCKING WHALE!" - Ishmael, Limbus Company / "My guess is no one's ever loved you before" - Woody, Kingdom Hearts 3

"Take care, [player]. I was lucky to have known you. Though the parting hurts... the rest is in your hands!" - Grovyle, Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky / "Far out, man." - Netzach, Limbus Company

"I'll be back once I eliminate that devil called poverty from the world!" - Partitio Yellowil, Octopath Traveler II / "Elder gods from the whole cosmos have awoken to taste your cookies." - Narrator, Cookie Clicker

"Hello! This is the part where I kill you!" - Wheatley, Portal 2 / "Now we come to the question : Do I kill you? Do I tear you apart to my heart's delight? The choices of the beautiful are unbearable. How's a girl to choose?" - Alice Angel, Bendy and the Ink Machine

"I am Ferdinand von Aegir" - Ferdinand von Aegir, Fire Emblem: Three Houses / "Her metabolic processes are of interest only to historians." - Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations

"It ain't a matter of guys or chicks... I'm just scared shitless of being rejected" - Kanji Tatsumi, Persona 4 / "...also Stanley is addicted to drugs and hookers" - Narrator, The Stanley Parable

“You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?” - Happy Mask Salesman, Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask / "I have no idea what to do with my life, but that's okay! Because I'm still working hard! Even if it's on nothing at all!" - Papyrus, Undertale

"Despite everything, its still you." - Narrator/Chara/Frisk???, Undertale / "In this world, it's kill or be killed." - Flowey, Undertale

“Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves…” - Voices of the Paranoid, Slay the Princess / "In the quiet glade, across old bark. In the ancient glade, it's always dark." - Gabbro, Outer Wilds

"You take away all their sins, and people aren't people anymore!" - Rokurou Rangetsu, Tales of Berseria / "Do you even get how it feels to have nightmares about doing tango with raw chickens? Eh?" - Heathcliff, Limbus Company

"Life is worth living, even if it hurts you, even if you hurt in it." - Solid Snake, Metal Gear Solid / "I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle... and wonder if we'll ever get the chance to kill him." - 2B, Nier: Automata

“Oh? Is that how it is? Yeah, okay, I like you too. Neat! Still going to kill you, but now we can both enjoy a mutual romantic subtext to the murder.” - The Razor, Slay the Princess / "Now it’s Reyn Time!" - Reyn, Xenoblade Chronicles

"You lost the coin toss. We both did." - Catherine Chun, SOMA / "I like to drink blood. . . and smoke the weed!" - Dracula, Space Funeral

"Pick a god and pray!" - Frederick, Fire Emblem: Awakening / "Can you believe it? Dragons! In your own homeland! What are you going to do?" - Florentia Candidius, Elder Scrolls Online

""Did you get the Broom Closet Ending?! The Broom Closet Ending was my favourite!" ...I hope your friends find this concerning." - Narrator, The Stanley Parable / "It’s dangerous to go alone, take this!" - Old Man, Legend of Zelda

“Close your eyes for a sec, will you Chigasaki?” “You mean physically? Or to the criminal acts I’m pretty sure you’re about to commit?” “Both.” - Chikage Utsuki & Itaru Chigasaki, A3! Act! Addict! Actors! / "You are all about to perish, do as you please. I'm sorry." - Meta Knight, Kirby Super Star

"Boy" - Kratos, God of War / "Take care of yourself, kid, cause someone really cares about you." - Sans, Undertale

"Almost Christmas means it wasn't Christmas!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "Dios mío!” (Draw a cross.) “A LIBERAL!" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

"That's it. I'm not paying one cent of my taxes!" - Ema Skye, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / ""Trust your partner"... And I do. I can't forgive you, but I trust you." - Neku Sakuraba, The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai

"Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." - Ralof, Skyrim / *clap ... clap ... clap ... * "Oh good, my slow clap processor made it into this thing, so at least we have that" - GLaDOS, Portal 2

"hallOO. chikkEN. OKs?" - BOb, Slime Rancher / "Pretty good plan. You could say it was the greatest—" - Charles Calvin, The Henry Stickmin Collection

"Blood comes in four types: A, B, O, and AB. However! No blood test can determine whether a murder was committed… in cold blood!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "You ain't my partner anymore, man. You're my friend! So trus' that, yo!" - Beat (Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito), The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai

"I always come back." - William Afton, FNaF Pizzeria Simulator / "So -- as you can see, I'm a *pretty okay* detective -- and an absolutely GIANT COMMUNIST." - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

"Ears have a nice mouth feel, very chewy!" - Briar, League of Legends / "This is like taking candy from a baby, which is fine by me." - Shadow the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog (2005)

"It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On days like this, kids like you... Should be burning in hell." - Sans, Undertale / "In the dark times, should the stars also go out?" - Steban, the Student Communist, Disco Elysium

“We are a path in the woods. We have no beginning, and we have no end, but something cold and unnatural sits watching us from just beyond our edge.” - The Wild, Slay the Princess / "Strong Pokémon. Weak Pokémon. That is only the selfish perception of people. Truly skilled Trainers should try to win with the Pokémon they love best." - Karen (Elite Four), Pokemon HeartGold / SoulSilver

#not polls #round 1 #tumblr tournament

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golbrocklovely · 1 year

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since i was asked so nicely by a lovely anon...

here’s the first half of colby’s tweets from 2020.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

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Jan. 1 - being stuck in an elevator with 15 of your friends is the best way to start 2020

i kissed my hand this new years

ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space

Jan. 2 - thank you all i love you all

Jan. 7 - weird to think that about a year ago i was sitting in a cell in FL.. time flies

Jan. 11 - lmao i love you guys you get me

Jan. 13 - only fools rush in

Jan. 15 - you took the sun with you when you left -RK

the back of my mind has a constant itch for you

Jan. 16 - happy jail anniversary @/SamGolbach thanks for bailing me out

Jan. 19 - i promise you i’ll never act my age

Jan. 20 - real talk. should sam and i go on tour 2020?

(this makes really sad…)

Jan. 23 - there was an old man who kept coming to the 13th floor around 3am where our room was last night. i don’t like miami anymore i’m headed to orlando

Jan. 31 - looking for that deep connection with someone i'm tired of the superficial shit

Feb. 2 - IM DRUNK AT 3PM LETS GOOO CHIEFSSS

Feb. 4 - my couch is like a bed i could stay here forever

@/BigNik: Nobody cares about my well being but that’s ok

Feb. 5 - you should rap about this real shit bro that would change a lot. turn this emotion into art. i hope you know even if i’m busy i’m always still down to talk as well brother

(i don't like big nik, but this was such a sweet interaction <3)

out of curiosity , would YOU ever spend the night in Queen Marys room B340 if you could ..?

Feb. 6 - imagine if we could all go explore some crazy haunted place one day … together. 🤔 i wonder if that’s even possible

if anyone is taking high school Chemistry right now , i’m so sorry

Feb. 7 - sometimes i can’t take a joke and it’s so annoying

Feb. 8 - i really don’t like myself when i party too hard but i got the best friends in the whole world

@/badboywolfy: This is Saturday afternoon regret hours

you feel me

Feb. 10 - valentine’s day is coming up soon i think i’m gunna throw up

Feb. 12 - sometimes my mind can turn into my worst enemy

Feb. 13 - cant stop thinking about living in another big house with all my boys.. life is about to be insane

keep on fighting and i will too

Feb. 14 - to whoever left a basket of chocolates and teddy bears at my door .. i <3 u

Feb. 15 - I MISS DUBAI

Feb. 16 - shadow man is watching

Feb. 17 - my pupils make me look like i’m rolling balls CONSTANTLY

Feb. 18 - still trying to process the psychic saying i was an old soul estimated to have lived a past 21 lives .. shit messes with your head

Feb. 20 - meeting you guys never gets old

Feb. 24 - missing the nights alone on my balcony

Feb. 25 - express your creativity

(i always wonder why he tweets shit like this out of no where lol)

Feb. 27 - blue haired Colbys makin a comeback

Feb. 29 - i'm always feeling like i'm in a dream

March 3 - need to watch the sunset more

March 5 - i don’t wanna tell my story i’d rather hear yours

March 8 - if this is all we know then we might as well run with it

March 9 - who’s down to have some deep conversations i’m tired of small talk

March 11 - just had my first sleep paralysis dream .. never experienced something so terrifying

praying for the world right now

(and here we go into the pandemic stuff……… great)

March 12 - you can have the prettiest face but i still won’t f w you if the personality isn’t there

March 13 - knowing that we all know nothing

March 15 - i haven’t stocked up on food or hygiene essentials does that mean i’m going to die ? am i making the wrong move here ?

March 16 - if postmates stops delivering i’m actually fucked

random fan: Just sit on your balcony, the stars will feed you

the balcony is the answer to all my internal worries/suffering

March 17 - day 3 of no food in the quarantine, not sure how much longer i can go with just a few almonds to spare. everything is spinning slowly.. i’ve been seeing silhouettes in my room dancing gracefully on the walls, i think my mind is leaving me. would you guys be mad if i ate Sam?

March 18 - time moves on, memories never fade

March 20 - the worst thing is never the last thing

March 22 - i think the only person i can really make crack up is myself

March 24 - it’s times like this i wish i had a little dog by my side who i could call my bestest friend..

@/amberscholl: here u go (pic of george)

can i borrow him? just for a week..? .. or maybe two?

@/amberscholl: (gif saying 'you want it? come and get it')

see you tonight

March 26 - guys i’m trying to learn how to dance but it’s gunna take some time i’m too awkward

March 29 - my last night on the balcony

March 30 - where the emo girls at

(i remember this tweet causing so much chaos in the fandom. everyone claiming they were emo… absolute madness lol)

March 31 - what can i say? me and the boys got gluteus to the MAXimus

(i take it back. THAT PHOTO OF THE BOYS NAKED AND THEIR BARE ASSES?!?!?! died right then and there.)

#colby brock #cb tweets #personal #text

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ayakamiyuiii · 3 years

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Hello everyone!! <33 -i know it's been awhile since i last wrote, i've been really brain dead Recently, and i'm not Sure on what too write about- i've really been thinking about Scaramouche Angst for awhile, So heads up, The Following may get pretty Upsetting huhuh- // TW! ~Mentions of Su!c!d3, Hurtful strong words Ehm it's gunna be pretty upsetting huhuh so im sorry for the followingg TT // i hope your all ok! :)) i hope your all doing ok <3 i hope you guys are taking care!, remember i love you all so muchhhh :DD mhmhm, let's get onto it then huhuh <3.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Your Boyfriend, Scaramouche. One of the Many Strongest Harbingers. He's Usually Busy out, Never getting time with you, Of course.. as he was your boyfriend, you really wished you two could have alone time, //Even tho most times you try talk about it to him it goes downhill, leading to a huge Argument.. You two were on and off to be Absolutely Honest. "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT Y/N! YOUR DRIVING ME INSANE, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME??” ..Another argument, “i-..” “WHAT? SPIT IT THE FUCK OUT” “Scara- c-calm down..” “CALM DOWN? CALM FUCKING DOWN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST DID??? GOD I FUCKING HATE YOU Y/N L/N! I FUCKING HATE YOU. I WISH YOU WERE DEAD.”

“Ouch..”

That hurt, you thought to yourself, “maybe.. i shoulda killed myself huh..im no use to anyone anymore am i?..” .. You were Kicked out of the once shared place you lived in, with only limited a day to come back and get your stuff, Honestly, You werent that surprised anymore, you knew it’d come to this sooner or later, You had to think pretty quick.. there was no where for you to stay anyways. Worse to worse.. you would just make some shelter in the wilderness and see how everything goes from there.

it’s been about a month or two since what’d happened back at Scara’s house. You soon found yourself walking to places you’d been out with him, Hoping to not see him anywhere at all, To your Misfortune, as you were walking to the garden you first took him out to, You saw him there, ..with Another girl, Your heart had shattered even more, your eyes becoming even Deader, You just Walk by hoping he doesn’t notice you. you heard your name in the Distance, it was Childe, “whatever the fuck does this ginger want?..” you mutter to yourself.. of course from how loud he was you were really really hoping Scaramouche heard nothing.

“What’d you want you ginger?” you said once he caught up to you “I know your not ok Y/n, Do you wanna come over to my place and talk about it?” He says. scaramouche had heard everything, “no thanks im good i have to go now anyways.” you say, “why’re you going? i could walk ya there” “umm i’m going home, but i guess you could walk me there.” In the Distance, Scara’s eyes widened, He followed far behind. “-Ok we’re here you can go now, thanks Tartaglia,” You say. “wait, what- i dont see a house y/n whats the meaning of this?” “oh um *you pointed to a small tent you had made overtime* Home” both his and Scaramouche’s Eyes Widened, “What the fuck do you mean ‘home’ That- looks so Uncomfortable!” “well i’ve grown quiet used to it now, Most nights im lucky actually! the Abyss Mages leave me alone at times, i still have my bow if i need to go hunting everythings perfect, i- i even have a cat”.

“Y/n, This isint a Home, Listen do you need help? can i help you at all?” He says sounding really upset, “No Tartaglia, i Appreciate you trying to help but everythings perfect now, you can go now.” -As you were trying to get this huge ginger leave, Scaramouche who heard everything felt guilt, though he had left quick, apposing to not get caught. You had finally pleaded this Man to go, it was getting late you Decided to go hunting, You were pretty powerless, meaning you could die at any moment really. tho you went hunting anyways, ..you’d gotten some Boar, tho you were oh so tired, of course there was nothing you could do really.

its been five months, You still haven’t moved on from him, but you were happy he got someone much better than you in his life. By chance you had passed him while heading to the lake for bathing.. he held your arm and pulled you “Y/n.. your coming with me.” You were Shaken of course, what the hell is going on?? you stay Silent and obey, knowing he could damn well kill you at that moment, though your nerves started tensing up. You were Scared of what this mans planning to do to you, You were Basically Trembling in fear. “You brat, You fucking brat.” you were looking at the ground, Hesitating to look him in the face. “LOOK AT ME WHEN IM SPEAKING TO YOU GOD FUCKING DAMNIT” tears started pouring, you didnt want to look at him, tho you tilted your head up. “S-Sir, yessir.” You then started looking at him trying to force yourself to stop crying, aswell as throwing hurtful words to yourself. “So sorry sir, What can i do for you sir?” His eye’s Had Widened at this.

“You never told me you had no where to fucking go, maybe if you fucking told me i could have arranged something bloody brat.” “So sorry sir, My Mistake, it’s Ok Sir, You have a new life now, without a Peasant like me, you don’t need to worry or even have a thought of me sir, you should carry on with your day as i’ll carry on with mine.”

you couldnt stop sobbing, but you gave him a light smile and a bow before heading to the lake, He just stood there in shock. “so did they see me with? ...” he thought to himself, he heard your sobs, of course. But said nothing, At this point he was out of your Sight. you wipe your eyes, no matter how much you wipe the more tears pour, you try forget about the encounter anyways, it really hurt you of how easily he was able to replace you. But you couldn’t Do nothing, you just let it happen. it was pretty late and you were drying off, setting for home, You had some mora.. You Decided to buy a small meal,-

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------HDSHJD ANYWaYS! Thats end of part one E- i need more idea’s haksjhdjs i know this wasnt good at all, but i absolutely triedd!! <33 -nyways, i’ll make part two as soon as i get more ideas! hehehsdjh ilyasm takecaree cya laterrrrr <33333

#angst #scaramouche #y/n #genshin impact #sobbing

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gwynpool · 3 years

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it’s 2AM and i just finished Rule of Wolves (spoilers definitely up ahead)

first, to inform everyone, i read the spoilers when it got leaked in twitter cuz i can’t help myself. (it’s a sickness, i know) i think this is important since it definitely influenced my perspective upon reading the book. also, this is my first time being early in a party so yay me! going in ROW was easy for me because i started King of Scars the day before book 2’s actual release date so everything’s fresh.

secondly, this is really long so i’m sorry. i just have a lot of feelings and need to write it all down. on with the rant.

King of Scars was wonderful to me since it gave me my favorite Shadow and Bone character and the girl who i used to hate for being a mean girl but who I now admire with every ounce of my being. It also introduced a new ship that I am now obsessed with and is ruling besides my love for Jude&Cardan. Not to mention, it gave us Nina, whom though i’m not entirely a fan of due to all my love focusing on Kaz and Inej, allowed the connection between Shadow&Bone with SixofCrows.

Moving on, ROW was a ride and whirlwind of emotions. unfortunately, it wasn’t always the best kind.

I love the fantasy elements of it (tho it was a huge leap especially with the saints power thingy) and the politics because i am a sucker for scheming and stealing thrones.

the zoyalai teasing and angst was painful but in the best way since slowburn is what keeps me going.

nina finding comfort (and attraction, apparently) from hanne made my heart flutter because i haven’t gotten over matthias but this allowed a sort of closure and next chapter for our waffle-loving queen.

the promised wedding by leigh wasn’t what i expected but i’m not complaining since david&genya deserved nothing but happiness.

almost everything seems going well (aside from the fact that aleksander was ressurected apparently)and then everything crashes and burns and i just have to wonder why?

so the promised funeral alongside the wedding one, immediately comes after two? three? chapters as they were attacked during the afterparty of the wedding. and guess what? leigh killed the fcking groom.

the thing is i already knew he was going to die (with the spoilers and all) but i did not expect it to come immediately after the freaking wedding. not even halfway through the book!

being spoiled, i think, took most of the pain from the event but it doesn’t lessen the fact that it was completely unnecessary??? like though the characters grieved, nothing much was affected from his death? also, don’t talk to me about the character development for the survivors from this tragic event because there. was. absolutely. NONE.

and then we have the fricking darling ressurected. i love him in the first book of the grishaverse though i knew he was still a villain, don’t get me wrong. and my heart ached but was also relieved with his death in the third. he also inspired one of my all-time favorite fantasy villain(antihero?) in the form of Adelina Amouteru in the Young Elites series.

Ceased to be a Darklina fan and am now shipping Aleksander with Adelina because their power tho? like clings to like and they are both imbued with unfathomable darkness. somebody write fics please.

but bringing him back was what for exactly? leigh bardugo preached on how toxic the darkling character was and how we really shouldn’t like him in terms of agreeing with his ideals and yada yada. and yet she brings him back because apparently, he’s the only one paying her bills.

his conversation with alina tho had me expecting some darklina crumbs with fan service on the side since the stans were all raving about it on twitter *vomiting noises from toxicity* but i was surprised since it just further reminded us of how he truly is a villain in his very core and would do anything to get what he wants. so all in all it wasn’t entirely awful and it actually made me like Mal a bit. (never was a fan of him but that’s my issue, not the character’s)

setting aside the darkling issue a bit, the POV from Mayu was skippable. i mean obviously it still needs to be read for the Shu politics and the khergud existence but it just made me want to go to the next pov. Same goes for the “the monk’s” POV since you all know how i feel about him and the cult with it’s assembly and shit ended up also being unnecessary towards the end. honestly, i could do without the journey of the starless saint and his cult.

i truly enjoyed the fjerdan plot to my surprise and i like how nina kind of went through the last of us 2 circle of hate journey. it was definitely difficult knowing her pain and all that she went through and still choosing to be the better person. and yet, i can’t help but be more proud of her development. also, the supposed death of hanne got me going for a second and was actually ready to storm leigh’s home to fix her mistake. thank god it was plot twist. that’s all i have to say on the nina POV because i don’t wanna ruin my good feeling on this.

the crows cameo gave us a mini heist and it just made me miss reading their adventures. also the suli scene tugged at my heart.

imma skip zoya’s transformation but it utterly made me feel amazing and i have never been more glad that she’s kind of overpowered. she deserves it so fck all them haters. you can choke.

nikolai’s revelation and decision for the ravkan throne was not all that surprising, even without my knowledge of the spoilers. i honestly had a feeling that he was always his best self when he was strumhond and he only chose to fulfill the duties of the king because at that time, there was no other choice. so him giving up the throne to his beloved soldier, summoner and saint was a quite satisfying choice of route. there has been some others who would contest nikolai’s decision to step down as something unnecessary in the grand scheme of things but i would stand by my belief that nikolai made the best choice for ravka and for himself. not to say that i didn’t want to see both the queen and king side by side ruling but what are fanfictions for?

zoyalai is canon and endgame. finally. i can die now.

now the last two chapters was a toss up. for the first one was the darkling’s sacrifice. okay, so i was also spoiled by this from twitter but when i was reading the book, i keep expecting it to be brought up and it wasn’t. so i honestly thought that maybe that spoiler was a prank. lo and behold it was not and it wasn’t until the very last end. so the buildup was goddamn awful. the whole concept of the thorn wood and sort of atlas moment was just no. like you’re just springing this up now? when we’re supposed to be tying up loose ends but making sure it had history and buildup to well, back it up.

also leigh outright writing genya saying it was not a redemption for the darkling and him being unapologetic about his crimes (basically being a truly evil asshole) doesn’t remove the fact that it still comes off as a redemption arc especially with what is now the synopsis of SOC 3 but ill get to that. he still was the one who did a heroic deed and that fucks me up because it was just devastating to me after making peace with his end in ruin and rising. not because i was hurt that he died yet again boohoo but because it kind of invalidates everything that alina, genya, zoya and countless other victims went through.

on a side note, the darling stans on twitter who keeps defending his actions, i would really advise you to reflect on your decisions cuz it is honestly unhealthy. also, you lot talking smack about nikolai and zoya refusing to sacrifice their lives? stop twisting the story to suit your toxic admiration, nikolai was even first to offer up his life and would do so if it was actually possible. so just go hide in your darkling cocoon and stop hating on other characters to justify your favored aleksander.

the very last chapter aka coronation was good because it gave us inej ghafa cameo as captain of her ship and bonding with our resident privateer and also genya, alina and zoya bonding. but it was bad because apparently the darkling chronicles is still not over and now we’re supposed to grant him death like that’s going to make everything okay? i know forgiveness and breaking the circle of hate and revenge is a huge theme in this duology but honestly, this is just too extreme. with nina it was understandable and the people she hated were born of twisted mindset and circumstances but the darkling? hahahah no. he is a literal immortal who was delusional so now that he’s paying for his crimes, you want to allow him death because you have nightmares? zoya, goddamit no! same to you genya and alina. and so this will be the plot for the third six of crows? why can’t we just stop making this about him. now he gunna steal kaz’s thunder? over my dead body.

in the end, i gave this book 4 stars in goodreads because if i ignore the darkling plot, it was a really good use of politics and fantasy merging in a storyline. i can’t fault leigh for choosing to do this since it’s still her book so i definitely don’t have a right to dictate what i expected from this. also, i have a half a mind to believe that she fell in love with ben barnes and had him in mind writing this so i really cannot blame her because i have been under that man’s charms since prince caspian came out. the spoilers i read made me more open in reading this (backwards thinking but eh that’s how i roll) so i’m not at all crushed by what transpired. it was just weird and was lackluster in its attempt to give ravka some sort of peace. frankly, i just want to read the third six of crows book to maybe find some sort of calm in all this craziness and also delve in some zoyalai fanfiction because it was a long time coming.

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skelanonymous · 3 years

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Killermare - Little Moon

Very brief setup. Made in an AU where Dream defeats Nightmare and becomes god of both positivity and negativity, but Nightmare barely lives. He’s close to mortal (uncorrupted) and living alone in a random AU, but bad guys squad finds him and just chill a lot since they all realized that they might be the only friends they had. Established Killermare.

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“What’s up Nightlight?” Killer closed the door behind him. He’d re-picked up the habit pretty quickly when the rest of the guys started making themselves at home in the small house. Nightmare sat at the edge of the bed, leaning back on his arms. His face was flushed purple, very nervous and opposite of his body language. It was amazing how much the corruption had hid or eradicated in his boyfriend.

“I wanted to speak with you alone.” His voice was soft, not the piercing presence of a king, not the sharp but clear voice audible at every volume. This felt close, private. Nightmare’s less aggressive side was new to all of them.

“Well you got my attention. Not that you don’t have it all the time anyway.” Killer’s smile climbed into something sly. He cupped a purple cheek in his right hand, the curve of Night’s hip in his left. His thumb rubbed softly into the ecto he could feel underneath (he’d gotten a peek when Nightmare had leaned back, a thin line of purple barely visible under his clothes), wondering why he was summoned when this didn’t feel like that kind of night. “So what’s up Boss?”

He laughed at Nightmare’s annoyed pout. He leaned in to kiss it happily. His hand tilted back Night’s head, mouth opening to deepen the little kiss, though he didn’t delve too deep. Killer wouldn’t be able to stop if he got too far.

“I told you not to call me that.” Nightmare’s eyes wouldn’t meet his. “I’m not the boss of any of you anymore. I have nothing but my life, and barely that.” His hands rested at the base of his hood, playing with the strings to tighten it. “I don’t want you to think of me as some lord you must obey. Especially not now.”

Killer pushed him back, hovering over his body. He pinned Night with just his stare.

“I obey you when I want to. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less. You just happen to be a little more...academic than me.” Not smart, never smart. He and Dust both had a long life full of planning and killing. Dust had him beat in pure power, but his head was screwed on a little tighter and that edge made a lot of difference. He could plan, but the long overarching consequences of actions were more Nightmare’s game.

Night still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I know I make you speechless, but this is unusual even for you.” Killer leaned down to kiss the curve of Nightmare’s neck. “It’s almost like you’re scared.” He whispered it along the bones, the tiny gasp flaring up the heat in Killer’s body.

“I am.”

That drew Killer up to look Nightmare in the face. He could see tears building in his eyes, the first one sliding over an ivory cheek.

The idea of Nightmare being terrified of anything besides one of their own being killed struck him as novel, interesting. Part of him wanted to tease him. The other part, the louder part that gathered Nightmare into his arms for comfort, knew that if it was this upsetting, it was worth him worrying over as well.

“Ain’t nothing taking you from me. And the guys won’t leave. We’ve all gotten used to each other’s weirdness. The rest is small potatoes. Nothing to worry about, no matter what you’re gunna say.”

Nightmare’s legs drew up, trying to curl into a ball in Killer’s arms, so he adjusted to a bridal carry to let him wind in on himself, but still solidly in his grasp. He laid his head against Killer’s arm, and Killer could hear the softest of sobs. He didn’t know if Night always cried this softly or if he was putting on a braver face even in this form. He wasn’t prepared for when his moon looked up at him.

Wide teary eyes, face streaked in lavender trails, brows drawn together in sorrow, and a pained frown, but still on the cutest face he’d ever seen. He’d stared so hard he almost didn’t absorb what Night said.

“I’m pregnant.”

His body reacted on a five second delay. What? His head tilted, eyes squinting in confusion. He was pregnant? I mean, okay, that’s odd, but...wait, how did he…? Had he cheated on him? No, his moon would never. But that meant…

“It’s mine?” His voice sounded a million miles away. Nightmare turned away, a little huff of anger.

“Who else’s would it be?” He curled up tighter in Killer’s grasp. “In even my worst case scenarios, I thought you’d at least know that.” Killer’s face still hadn’t changed from confusion. “Do you think I was SLEEPING AROU-” Nightmare squeaked when his legs were dropped, a hand sliding up from his pelvis.

Killer caught the hem of Nightmare’s shirt with his thumb, dragging it up along the smooth purple ecto. He pushed it as far as it would go before his vision refocused.

A very tiny souling floated in the center of him, a bit below Nightmare’s apple soul. It vibrated when Killer laid his hand over the tiny heart.

This was real. Nightmare was carrying his baby, a little soul made of just them.

“Holy shit.” That was all his brain could think to say. Killer laid Nightmare back on the bed, climbing over him again, stopping his face just above his stomach. He put his head down right over the souling. He could feel the little life pulsing under his skull, and his own eyes had already started to leak red laying there. Killer’s brain only came to under Nightmare’s hand cradling his skull.

“Are you alright?” Killer’s hand laid over Night’s, turning himself over to gently kiss the back of Nightmare’s hand. He left a trail of kisses up his entire arm until he’d reached bright purple cheeks, and then he kissed all over his face. By the time he’d softly kissed his mouth, Nightmare was already crying and clinging to his hoodie. Killer’s tongue slowly tangled with Night’s. The dragging of one over the other sparked soft groans from both, Killer’s hands caught between cradling Nightmare’s face and his child.

“Moon.” He couldn’t move away. His universe had its center, hopelessly trapped in his moon’s orbit until his dying breath. For just a moment, the world ceased to be, held in existence solely by the gravity of his devotion.

“Soul.” God, he’d trade his away with just a word from that smile. He’d been willing to die for just a glance from those violet eyes, the same ones that now never left his side. He kissed each eyelid.

“I love you.” They’d slipped out, straight from the depths of his heart.

“I love you too, my darling Soul.” He felt a finger trace the edges, Nightmare’s fingers so wonderful over his heart. “I...I wasn’t sure how you’d take it. We’ve never talked about children.” Killer’s eyes slipped shut under the attention.

“I had a really bad time with the human one, but if it’s half you, then I’m already in love with ‘em.” He opened them again when Nightmare sniffled. His poor moon had started to cry again. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make ya cry.” He quickly clanked over each of Night’s falling tears until he heard a laugh under the sobs.

“They’re happy tears Soul. No need to apologize.” He captured Killer’s mouth in a kiss. When they could breathe again, Killer rolled them onto their sides, burying his face into Nightmare’s chest and pulling him close.

“Got any names thought up Nightlight?” He purred into Night’s sternum when the other massaged his skull.

“I hadn’t the time, I was too worried about what you’d say.”

“Told ya, ain’t nothing taking ya from me. Mmmm, do you know of any little moons out there?” He could feel a chuckle rumble up from Night’s chest.

“Plenty come to mind. I hadn’t considered them…”Killer felt the hands on his head still. Nightmare breathed out softly.

“Deimos.”

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Deimos is a god of dread, but also Mars’ tiny moon. It also leaves Phobos as a sibling should Night have one.

#killermare #nightkiller #sanscest #sfw #story time

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Batfam During Quarantine: Happy Holiday’s

December 1

Duke: So, what weird traditions do you have for Christmas.

Stephanie: What makes you think we have weird traditions?

Duke: Please, at this point you all are so predictable, I can tell you all what you’re gunna to do on Christmas Day. Dick text everyone he knows that celebrates Christmas Merry Christmas,

Dick: Why shouldn’t I?

Duke: Jason is gunna bitch about all of his presents or tune us out or both, Tim is gunna sleep through most of it because he’ll be up all night wrapping presents, Steph will spend most of the day on social media, Barbara and Dick will get very cozy on the couch probably reading something, and Damian will wake everyone up by jumping on the bed screaming,

Barbara: Sounds about right!

Cassandra: What about us?

Duke: You guys are just about as new as I am to this family so I’m not to sure.

Harper: So there is some weird tradition?

Dick: Nothing too weird, just an advent calendar.

Tim: But with movies, so for example the first day could be Home Alone, the next day could be Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, then the Charlie Brown Christmas Special, then Home Alone 3...

Cassandra: I’m assuming Home Alone 4 is in there somewhere?

Stephanie: No, fuck that movie!

Cassandra: Damn, just assuming! Don’t get so judgmental.

Jason: The only movie that is consistently.....

Dick: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, don’t ruin the surprise, Jaybird!

Jason: Whatever, you’ll love the movie. It’s funny as hell.

Duke and Cassandra: Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool.

December 6

At a mall in Central City

Dick: *grabs a large stuffed animal unicorn and walks with Wally towards Jason, Victor, Roy, and Donna This is Fred.* He’s coming with us.

Donna: Dick, what is this?

Dick: You didn’t hear it from me but *whispers loudly* Fred is a secret agent. He’s here to save all unicorn kind.

Roy: *stiffles a laugh*

Wally: *laughs loudly*

Victor: Why do you need a unicorn? You’re not a child!

Dick: It’s for Dami. And Fred is a secret agent.

Roy: Uhh no he’s......

Dick: *throws Fred at Roy* Sneak attack!

Roy: Hey!

Donna: You don’t get the unicorn back until we get to the car!

Dick: No fair! *spots the pet store across the way* OOOOO, PUPPIES! *jumps on Jason’s back* Piggy back ride.

Jason: No! *throws Dick off his back*

Victor: Jason, what is up with Dick today?

Jason: No idea.

Dick and Wally: *starts hopping like a frog around the store*

December 10

Damian: HAPPY HANUKKAH, SUCKAS!!!

Bruce: Settle down Damian.

Damian: NEVER!!!!!

Bruce: Okay, we’ll see you guys soon, we’ll be at Kane Manor. Alfred is in charge.

Dick: Why not me! I’m responsible!

Bruce: No you’re not.

Dick: I am too!!!

Barbara: Really? What about last night?

——

Nightwing: Hey, Babs, check this out! *jumps off the roof of a building* YEAH I’M FREEEEEEEE! FREE FAAALLLLLIIIN’! fires his grappling hook across the street

——

Dick: So? That proves nothing!

Selina: *whispers to Damian* Get to the car.

Damian: *starts leaving*

Bruce: Goodbye everyone see you in eight days! *backs away slowly* ALFREDS IN CHARGE!!! *running to the garage*

December 13

Jason: *to Stephanie, Tim, Cassandra, Harper, and Cullen* Okay, everyone hold on!

Barbara: What’s going on?

Jason: We’re sledding down the stairs.

Barbara: Without me! Someone make room! Let’s go!

They sled down the stairs landing outside.

Dick: I’M GOING NEXT!!!!

December 15

Damian: Can I light the candle tonight?

Bruce: I don’t think that would be safe enough. Maybe next year.

Damian: You let me roam the streets of America’s hell hole dressed with a target on my chest, how would lighting a candle be MUCH WORSE THEN THAT?

Bruce: You can’t be trusted with fire! Last time I tried to let you light Dick’s birthday candles you set the table in fire!

Kate: Shit Damian! I thought you were getting better.

Damian: I’M TRYING! NOW GIMME THE LIGHTER OR ELSE I’LL SLIT YOUR THROATS!

December 19

Tim: *walks in the back door* We got the tree!

Jason: *runs down the stairs* Lets see it!

Damian, Cassandra, Dick, and Barbara run down stairs to see the tree and stare at it.

Dick: Ummm.... Tim, Steph, did you guys think of how the tree would fit into our house?

Stephanie: Well you said to get a cheap one and we did! We got it for free!

Damian: And where did you get it? The woods?

Tim: How did you know?

Dick: Okay, we’ll find somewhere to place this one and get a new one to decorate tomorrow.

Tim and Stephanie: Okay.

Three squirrels jumps out of the tree.

Damian: SQUIRREL!!!

Dick: Don’t touch it!

Jason: Let it bite you!

Barbara: *elbows Jason in the side* Jason, shut up!

December 20

Bruce: Can someone hand over the Joker ornament?

Dick: *hands over the ornament*

Jason: That ornament is the bomb!

Everyone: Oh my god!

Jason: Look, I’m just saying I would definitely not break that one with a crowbar!

Dick: Shut up Jason!

Barbara: You’re not the only one to have been traumatized by the Joker, Jason!

Jason: Yeah, but I’m the only one the Joker killed.

Harper: Why do you even have ornaments of your villians, Bruce!

Stephanie: Oh, I got this one! Because the trophies in the Bat-cave aren’t enough!

Jason: *high fives Stephanie*

Bruce: It’s because I like to remember those who are not spending the holidays in the most ideal place.

Jason: So you are capable of emotion! I never knew!

Alfred: *hits Jason on the head*

Dick: Awww, this is a cute one *holds up an ornament of Bruce and Selina kissing in their costumes*

Selina: I’ll hang that one up! *reaches for it and places it on the tree* Do you remember that one Bruce?

Bruce: Yeah, that was when we first started working together. *both of them kiss*

Damian: I CAUGHT THE SQUIRRELS!!!

Dick: No!

Barbara: Put it outside!

Damian: I’m going to adopt it!

Alfred: No your not!

Bruce: Set it free!

Jason: *takes the squirrels and throws them outside*

Harper: Problem solved.

Damian: NOOOO! MY BABIES! *runs to the door*

Dick: *puts a hand on Damian’s shoulder* It’s for the best.

Christmas Eve

Jason: Yippee Ki Yay motherfuckers!

Harper: So we’re watching Die Hard?

Jason: Fuck yeah! And then The Ref!

Duke: Oh! That is a great movie!

Tim: Damn it! You all weren’t supposed to know the movie!

Harper: We still haven’t seen it! Sounds interesting!

Tim: Yeah but now the reaction is going to be underwhelming.

Dick: I don’t know. I’d probably just be whelmed.

Jason: NO! *jumps towards Dick and wrestles him* I...hate...your...use...of....those.....words.

Dick: Get off me!

Bruce: Jason! Get off of your brother!

Jason: Fuck you!

Alfred: *grabs Jason’s ear*

Jason: Ouchie! Alfred!!!

Alfred: I’ve frankly had enough of your swearing today Jason! Go to your room and don’t come down until it is time to grab your wrapping paper for the presents you bought!

Jason: *stomps towards his room* I’m fucking....

Alfred: STOP SWEARING OR ELSE I WILL WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP! AND STOP STOMPING!! IF YOU’RE GOING TO ACT LIKE A CHILD THEN I’LL TREAT YOU LIKE ONE!!!

Bruce: Thank you, Alfred!

Alfred: Not a problem Master Bruce.

Later that night

Harper: Omg, this movie is hilarious!!!

Cullen: How have we never seen this before?

Damian: HOW DARE YOU SHELTER ME FROM WATCHING THIS! THIS IS THE GREATEST CHRISTMAS MOVIE I’VE SEEN!

Bruce: I am regretting not having Damian wait a year. Am I a bad parent?

Tim and Stephanie: Yes.

Cassandra: Hey Dick, when do we get to open presents?

Dick: I’m not saying it.

Cassandra: Babs?

Barbara: Nope!

Cassandra: Jason?

Jason: WHAT!

Cassandra: When are we going to open presents?

Dick: Jason, don’t do it!

Jason: Presents? Is that what you said? Presents? We'll open them when we get there. No, in fact, I'll save you the trouble. Your present is a giant fucking cannon. And you're gonna crawl in it. Then I'm gonna get 2 pounds of gunpowder and I'm gonna shoot you right out of Jersey! And then I'm gonna drive to Jersey, and pick up all the parts of your body and put them in a plastic bag. Then I'm gonna drive to my house with you in the bag and toss you into the fireplace. I'm gonna get my glass of whiskey and watch the Charlie Brown Special with your ashes burning IN MY FUCKING HOUSE! AGH!

Alfred: *runs in with a bar of soap and shoves it in Jason’s mouth* WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THAT MOUTH!!!!

Christmas Day

Damian: *jumps out of bed and runs to Bruce’s and Selina’s room* YOU GUYS DRESSED!

Selina: Ehhh....

Damian: *opens the door and jumps on the bed* COME ON IT’S TIME TO OPEN PRESENTS!!!!

Dick: *walking by* Damian, what do you think you’re doing?

Damian: PRESENTS!!!

Dick: *stares at Damian* Presents.

Damian: *locks eyes with Dick*

Dick: Presents! Babs, come here!

Barbara: *walks over* What’s up?

Dick: Presents.

Barbara: Presents!!

Dick: PRESENTS!!!!! *lifts up Damian and they run downstairs to look at their presents*

Jason: Can you basic bitches keep it down? I’m trying to sleep.

Damian: *grabs one of Jason’s presents* this feels like it won’t break! *throws the present at Jason’s door*

Jason: *catches the present and opens it* AWESOME! A BOOK OF H.P. LOVECRAFT’S STORIES!!!

Dick: How is Jason such a nerd?

Barbara: *shrugs her shoulders*

Tim: PRESENTS!!!! *runs down the stairs*

Stephanie: LET’S GO SUCKAS!!!!! *runs down the stairs*

Duke: *to Bruce* Is it always like this?

Bruce: *sipping coffee* I wish I can say no.

Harper: If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! *runs into the fray* Where’s my presents ass-hats!

New Years Eve

Everyone: 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...Happy New Year!

Dick: *kisses Barbara*

Stephanie: *kisses Tim*

Bruce: *kisses Selina*

Jason: *turns to look for some one* Oh, that’s right, I have no one.

Harper: *raises his glass of grape juice* Here’s to hopefully a better year!

Everyone: Cheers!

Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all had a safe and wonderful holiday! this month. Sorry if there are any errors. Much like the last one this was a bit last minute! Let’s hope that 2021 will be a much better year than 2020!

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stayextrafrosty · 4 years

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I am Your Future, I am Your Past: Chapter 4

A Roswell New Mexico soulmates AU

I enjoy writing flashbacks too much.

Also, my love of Fall Out Boy always finds its way into my writing so... sorry

Read on AO3

Alex stared at the ceiling, racking his brain for some sort of logical explanation. Tessa was not some god or angel. She cared deeply for people and was by no means perfect. If he remembered correctly, perfection was a requirement of celestial bodies.

He groaned, pulling himself up from the couch. He needed to go somewhere. Anywhere that wouldn’t let him be alone with his thoughts. He would go see Liz. That always helped. He didn’t know if he could face Maria right now. Whatever Michael was telling her was a lie. He could feel it.

He tried listening to the radio on the way to the Crashdown but nothing ever stuck. Every song that played just annoyed him and every podcast on the local stations was about Aliens. He had grown tired of rumors.

Even the worst traffic was manageable in a small town like Roswell. The streets looked crowded but rarely was there any delay. But today was different. Cops directed the traffic away from where he needed to go. He turned off to a side street, still remembering all the ways to avoid being seen.

He pulled up to the Crashdown only to find police cars with their lights on. He parked his car in the back next to the dumpster before walking around front. He looked around and saw Max first.

“Hey! What’s going on?” He ducked under the police tape and one of the other officers stopped him.

“Sir, this is a crime scene—”

“Easy, Osorio. He’s a friend of the family,” Max said, walking up to them. The cop tipped his hat and headed over to the larger group.

“Max, where’s Liz? And Rosa?” Alex had seen his fair share of hate crimes directed at their family. It doesn’t usually require this much police involvement.

“You shouldn’t be here, Manes.” He laughed humorlessly. Was Max really trying to make him leave his friends?

“The hell are you talking about? What’s going on?” He straightened his shoulders, shifting his feet slightly. He was a commanding officer of the air force; he wasn’t going anywhere until he knew what was going on. Max grabbed his arm, pulling him to the side. His whispers were angry.

“Alex, it is not safe for you here.” His eyes widened as he glanced over Max’s shoulder. This was something targeted? At him? He yanked his arm away from Max.

“I’m going inside.” He walked as quickly as he could. Max would have to handcuff him if he wanted him to comply.

He pushed the doors open, taking in the broken glass and tables. Liz and Arturo stood toward the back of the restaurant. Neither of them seemed hurt so he allowed himself to release a breath.

“Liz,” he called. She looked up at him, her face tear-stained. He rushed over to hug her. “Where’s Rosa?”

“She wasn’t here when it happened, thank god.” She paused for a moment, seeming to realize who he was. “Shit Alex, you need to get out of here.” He shook his head.

“Why does everyone keep saying that? What the hell is going on,” he demanded. He looked around and then he saw the graffiti. Sprayed across the wall were giant red letters.

Bring Alex Manes or everyone will die. The old cattle ranch.

He could hardly comprehend what he was reading. Why wouldn’t they just come after him directly? Why go through all this trouble just to get his attention?

“How did this even happen while you were open?”

“Flashbang. Multiple actually.” Alex turned to the new voice. A boy with green hair and rubber gloves held three flashbangs. They didn’t appear homemade. They could have easily been official US Army gear.

“And who are you,” he asked cautiously.

“Forrest Long. Weapons consultant for the Roswell police department. By the look on your face… I’m guessing you’re Alex?” Forrest offered a sympathetic smile.

“Those look like something professionally made,” he said without answering the question. He hummed in agreement, looking impressed.

“Definitely. US army quality, actually. Did you serve?” Alex was almost put off by how friendly he was being. Shouldn’t he be questioning him about the graffiti, not his background?

“Uh, yea. Though I’m on leave now.” Forrest smiled at him.

“I thought so. You give off that vibe,” he said casually. Another officer called to him. He looked over his shoulder and gave a polite nod. “Sorry, duty calls. Hope to see you around Alex. And don’t worry about that. I’m sure we’ll catch them.” Alex smiled, thankful for the reassurance. Max took his place as he left.

“Alex. The sheriff thinks it would be best if you went into protective custody. Or at least stay home until we find this person.” He raised his eyebrows in shock.

“You can’t be serious? Did you forget I served in the Air force? It’s literally my job to protect people and you’re not even gunna let me do that,” he asked, enraged. Max opened his mouth to retort, but he cut him off. “Everyone that was here was threatened! I’m not going to sit back and wait while you guys do a half-assed job at finding this guy!” Liz rested her hand on his arm.

“Alex—”

“No, Liz. I’ll figure this out myself. I will not let other people get hurt because of me.” He stormed out the front door, fully intending to drive over to that ranch right then.

Whatever this creep wanted, Alex was going to find out. He just had to stop at home and pack extra weapons. He would put on a bulletproof vest. Go in at 1900 hours. Use the shadows as cover. He almost made it to his car before Max stopped him again, shaking him from his daydream.

“Hey. You do not get to rush in there without thinking,” Max scolded.

“I’d rather die than let anyone else get hurt because I was too scared to show my face,” he yelled back. He’d made the mistake before…

“Think about Michael!” He froze. Michael’s name woke him up. His rage vanished. “If you get hurt…” Max didn’t need to finish the sentence. He clenched his fist, slamming it against the side of his car.

“Damnit!” He looked back at Max. He watched him sympathetically.

“Look, I know it sucks. But I swear to you, we will figure this out. Do not go to that cattle ranch,” he promised. Alex ran a hand through his hair. There was nothing he could do. He was useless. “Call Michael and tell him what’s going on. This could be a trial.” He nodded, opening his car door.

Alex watched Max walk back to the front of the building. He covered the mark with his hand. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Michael got hurt again. The way he was talking earlier made it sound like he didn’t have a choice. He would be hurt again and there was nothing Alex could do about it.

He pulled onto the road, pressing Michael’s contact. The Bluetooth in his car was finally working. Would he be annoyed? Maybe he should just go back over there. Then again, if Maria was still there…

He shook his head. He was happy for them. They were good together and seemed healthy. Something he and Michael never were. They didn’t have time to figure it out.

“Alex, what’s up? Weren’t you just here a few hours ago?” Michael’s joking tone helped relieve some anxiety.

“We have a problem, Guerin. Someone all but destroyed the Crashdown.” He sighed.

“Probably Wyatt Long and his friends. Bunch of racist pigs. I’ve kicked their asses enough times they don’t go to the Wild Pony anymore though.” Alex wanted to laugh at his cockiness. Too bad that wasn’t the case.

“It wasn’t them. It was a targeted attack… At me.” Michael went silent on the other end. He was worried the phone disconnected until he spoke.

“Are you ok?” Alex could hear the shaking in his voice. He rested a hand on his chest, feeling that something was wrong.

“Yes, I’m fine. The attacker left a note. They disoriented everyone before writing a message on the wall. ‘Bring Alex Manes or everyone dies.’ I can’t just leave this alone.”

“Did they give a time or location?” Alex turned onto his street, hardly noticing he was in his neighborhood.

“No time but they said they wanted to go to the old cattle ranch. I’m guessing they’re talking about the one just outside of town.” He and Michael had spent nights out there stargazing when he needed to get away from his father.

“Well then they’re not professional. What kind of criminal doesn’t set a time limit for a bounty?” Alex pulled into his driveway.

“They’re some kind of professional. They used Army level flashbangs.” Alex heard shuffling on the other end of the line, followed by loud clangs of what he guessed was metal.

“Ok. I’ll go with Max to check it out. You stay home where it’s safe.” Alex couldn’t stop the sarcastic laugh that followed.

“Fuck, now you sound just like him. Did you miss the part where I said I can’t leave this alone? I’m not just going to hide.”

“Please, Alex…” He sucked in a breath. Was Michael Guerin begging? As much as he wanted to give in, he stood his ground, though he softened his voice.

“If this is some sort of trial… I need to be with you. We’re better off together,” Alex reasoned. He didn’t have time to consider how it may have sounded. He heard him sigh again.

“Fine. I’ll be by tomorrow with Max to figure something out.”

“Fine.”

“Why do you have to be so bullheaded,” Michael teased. His tone lightened considerably, but he could still feel that something was wrong.

“And why are you pretending to be calm about the issue?” He sighed heavily into the phone.

“Because.” Alex shook his head and scoffed. “What do you want me to say Alex? That the idea of anyone hurting you makes me want to hurt them ten times worse? Somehow I think you’d frown on that.” He had no idea how to respond. The idea was barbaric, but that certainly didn’t stop the flutter in his heart. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” The line clicked off.

He sat there, considering his words. The mixed signals were dizzying. Sometimes he’s talking about Maria and pushing him away. Other times he holds him close or says things like that. Alex needed off whatever ride they were on.

Michael cursed Max sometimes. He understood they needed backup but who was this guy? Some ex-military weapons specialist? Sure, he seemed nice enough but should they really be getting outsiders involved in this curse business?

“He’s one of the best we got. Jenna couldn’t come because she’s stuck questioning witnesses. This isn’t exactly official business. Actually, the sheriff specifically told me not to go to this place.” He was grateful for him bending the rules. He knew Max could get fired for this. He looked over at the guy with green hair talking on his phone.

“What was his name? Forrest?”

“You’re not always the smartest person in the room, Michael” He rolled his eyes

“Yea yea.” Forrest hung up and made his way over to them.

“Sorry about that. Family crap. What’s the plan?” He stood with his back straight and feet planted. He showed complete respect for Max even though he was probably higher ranked from a military standpoint.

“This is my cousin Michael. He’s helping us out with this. He’s a friend of Alex’s,” Max said. He reached out his hand. Forrest took it with a smile.

Were he and Alex friends? He wasn’t sure. They talked about things, but it wasn’t the normal stuff. Did he still like music? Does he still have a bag of cheap makeup? What was his favorite color? It was always about curses and the past.

“I look forward to working with you. If Max trusts you, then so do I.” Michael gave a stiff smile and nodded.

Shortly after, he was climbing into the passenger seat of Max’s undercover car. Forrest followed behind them in a van that had a handful of tech and tools. He watched the desert zip by, not usually having the chance to take in the scenery.

A small town like Roswell didn’t have the funds to have tree’s imported so there was mostly just cactus and some bushes. They needed rain otherwise there was going to be issues for the farms on the outskirts of town.

The cattle ranch where they were headed seemed too specific. He and Alex had spent a lot of time there. Michael had often thought about it while he was gone. They were some of the good memories they had before he started pushing him away…

Alex shivered next to him, curling up against his side and burying his face in his shoulder. Michael smiled, wrapping his arm tighter around his waist.

“You sure you don’t want to go back? It’s a bit colder than normal.” Alex shook his head.

“Not tonight. With Greg dropping the news that he was leaving for the reservation, my dad’s in an extra bad mood.” He pressed a kiss to his head. He wanted nothing more than to get a small trailer where they could live together. Then maybe Alex would have a chance at the life he wanted.

And maybe they could go through it together.

The curse hadn’t manifested. Maybe they wouldn’t have to go through more pain and suffering at the hands of the gods or whatever. He watched as clouds started to cover the stars.

“Hey, I understand about not going home but we should find some shelter.” He felt him shift to look up at the sky.

“Let it come,” he said, sounding almost depressed. Michael chuckled.

“You say that now but what happens when we’re both soaked and looking for someplace warm?” Alex shook his head, laughing along with him.

“I mean, you’re pretty hot so…” Michael was glad it was dark so Alex couldn’t see the blush. He was always surprised by how bold he could be. And he loved that about him.

He pressed another kiss to his forehead, then to his cheek and finally his lips. Alex laughed into the kiss but responded eagerly. He ran his hands up his chest to rest on his jaw, deepening the kiss. He ignored the pain in his hand to hold him tighter.

Lightning cracked and the sky opened up, dumping water onto both of them. They both burst out laughing, scrambling to collect the blankets and make it back into the truck. Jumping out of the back of the truck, Michael yanked the door open, shoving blankets inside. Alex handed him the last of them. Michael took in the image of the soaked boy.

“What—”

Michael pulled him in, kissing him again. The rain soaked him clean through but he didn’t care and Alex didn’t seem to either. They held each other, letting the rain fall around them. Alex’s hands were tangled in his hair. They separated, just breathing each other in.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.

Michael wanted to be foolish enough to believe him…

A particularly rough bump shook him from his daze. Rain, the cattle ranch, and promises that were broken too soon. He looked around the now residential streets.

“Welcome back to the land of the living. You know I said your name like ten times?” Max glanced over at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Sorry. Just old memories.” Max rolled to a stop on the curb in front of Alex’s house. He turned off the engine but grabbed his arm before he could get out.

“I still think it’s a bad idea to bring him with us,” he said. Michael was in full agreement, but it didn’t seem like there was much they could do.

“I’m aware it’s a bad idea but if you can talk Alex out of it, please do.” They got out of the car, walking over to Forrest next to the van.

“We picking someone up,” he asked, seeming slightly confused? Max nodded and started up to the front door. They didn’t even have to knock before Alex had opened up welcoming them all in. He did a double take when he saw Forrest.

“Not to be rude or anything but what are you doing here?”

“Max asked for my help, though I should be the one asking the same question. We don’t usually bring the target of the bad guys on missions,” he said, though not accusing. Did they know each other?

The three of them stepped inside. The inside of his house was almost claustrophobic with all of them. Michael couldn’t stop looking between Alex and Forrest. Alex was smiling, being more open. Alex lead them all to the kitchen, offering water.

“What’s the plan? I can go in as bait, I have vests and the like.” He wanted to shoot down the idea immediately. Thankfully, Max was way ahead of him.

“No way. The idea is to keep you safe Manes.”

“You don’t just throw a hunk of meat into a wolves den and expect it not to attack,” he added. Alex sighed, looking between the two of them.

“I mean. It’s not the worst operation plan. We used to do stuff like that all the time in the Army,” Forrest said. Michael wanted to punch him in the face. This is why they shouldn’t have brought in outsiders. Alex was looking at Forrest appreciatively.

“He goes in, wearing a bullet proof vest, hell we could probably throw him in full combat gear if we want to be extra cautious. This person obviously wants him for something so we really have no reason to think he’d get hurt anyway. I have thermal imaging in the back of the truck. We can use that to pick out the assailant. We’ll all have weapons and we open fire when they show themselves. If you want to get greedy, we can have Alex question them beforehand but I recommend making sure they’re immobile first.”

The way he talked made it hard to argue. Some details were missing though. Before Michael had time to say anything about the obvious plot holes, Forrest continued.

“I can walk with Alex, make it seem more like we’re giving him up so no one else gets hurt. They’ll probably ask me to surrender my weapons, which I will do. We’re going to need the cover of the night for this. Not that I don’t trust you two and your stealth but just to be safe. Alex, I’m sure you can handle yourself but I’m going to need confirmation you’ll run if things go south.” His face fell slightly. He wasn’t sure if he had ever seen Alex run. Walk quickly yes, but never run. Did his leg allow for it?

He reached down, lifting his pant leg. Forrest followed everyone’s gaze to the metal and plastic prosthetic.

“I would say yes but I haven’t quite gotten to the running part of physical therapy.” Forrest blinked a couple times before smiling at Alex.

“Then you can just count on me to have your back,” he said, raising a hand to salute him. His little smile returned. Michael clenched his fists, wondering when the last time that smile was directed at him. He turned toward Max. “What do you think? You’re the boss.”

He and Michael looked at each other. The plan itself was simple but with the little information they had, it was pretty solid. As much as he hated the idea of Alex’s safety being anyone’s hands but his, a former soldier was probably the best bet.

“I can’t disagree with anything you said so I’d say we’re good then. We’ll ship out at 8. We’re going on the assumption the person who wants him will be there. Considering they didn’t give a time. We have to also consider the person who wants him might not be there at all. We need to take whoever shows up alive.” Forrest and Alex nodded.

“We’ll talk about positions as we drive later, see what kind of cover we have,” Michael added. Everyone nodded. “If you’re waiting for a ‘hands in’ thing it’s not happening,” he joked after a few seconds of silence. Forrest grinned and Alex chuckled. Max just shook his head.

“Let’s go get food, Michael. We’ll all need it,” he said, heading for the front door. The tugging at his heart tried to keep him from leaving but he couldn’t think of a good reason not to leave him with Forrest. He glanced over his shoulder at Alex, who just watched him. Then he turned and followed Max. He was almost out the front door when he heard Forrest say something to Alex.

“We should go get something too. Wanna come with?” His blood boiled but he forced himself to keep walking, digging his nails into his palms.

“Sure.” And he had to pretend his heart wasn’t ripped out of his chest.

Alex sat in the van with Forrest. Whatever he had felt earlier had him worried. He had physically grabbed at his mark, then had to try and play it off as stress tension in his shoulders. The drive thru was running slow but Forrest had insisted the place was worth it.

“All I’m saying is good Mexican food or even tex-mex doesn’t have a drive-up option,” He said, laughing. He shook his head.

“You only say that because you’ve never had this.” The window finally opened and the worker handed the bag of food over. He thanked her and pulled into a parking spot to adjust how things were being held.

He handed the bag of food to Alex and he had to admit that it smelled delicious. He slipped his wallet into his back pocket before pulling out of the spot slowly. Someone in another car honked and the van jerked as he hit the brakes. He laughed as Forrest shook his head.

“Am I going to die due to your inability to drive a car without a rear window?” He watched the SUV drive past. He raised his finger, telling him to wait.

“In my defense, the person obviously ignored that I had the right of way,” he said, smiling.

“Suuure,” he drawled. Watching this guy be so comfortable with himself made Alex hopeful. He wasn’t bad looking either. Did he like him? Maybe a bit. But with his luck, he’d be straight. He could rarely judge correctly.

“You into music,” he asked?

“Yea. Used to play guitar in my angsty teen days.” He laughed and turned on the radio. He tuned until he found an alternative station. There wasn’t much other than country and top 40. The signal wasn’t great, but it was enough.

“Well this station plays a lot of stuff from the two thousands so as long as you’re still ok with listening to angsty pop-punk.” He smiled, watching him tap along to an old Fall Out Boy song.

Ok. He really liked him.

Alex half sang along, still embarrassed about singing in front of people. It was easy talking to him. They shared interests. He understood some of the things he went through while at war. They pulled into his driveway; Max’s car wasn’t back yet.

“This was fun. Maybe once all this is over, we can go out again?” He blinked in surprise. Wait… He’s serious.

“Uh…”

“You don’t have to answer right now. Best not to make promises on adrenaline.” He took the bag from his lap and hopped out of the car. Alex shook himself from shock and followed him. He half jogged to catch up, still unsure of what his leg could take.

He pulled the keys from his pocket, unlocking the door. How could he tell? Was it obvious? Was that even a bad thing? Was he seriously interested?

They moved through the house and back to the kitchen. Forrest pulled the food out of the bag, setting it down in front of two seats at the table, respectively. He watched him.

“How did you…” The green haired boy glanced up at him then smiled sympathetically.

“I didn’t. But I figured I’d give it a shot. Not exactly a fan of the closet after spending so much time in it.” Alex was jealous. He was out but only to his close friends. He’d tell someone who asked but he wasn’t comfortable displaying it openly.

“Look. I’m comfortable with myself. But if you’re not, then I won’t force you to do anything you’re not ready for. If you ever feel like giving it a try, just give me a call.” Alex smiled at him. Maybe it was time he learned to be ok. His father didn’t control him anymore. There was no reason for him to be scared.

“If your offer still stands… I’d like to hang out when this is all over.” Forrest grinned at him, nodding appreciatively.

The two of them sat at the table, chatting casually. Alex refused to admit the food was good, even though he ate everything. Then again, he had always been a nervous eater. Whatever happened tonight, he had to make sure it ended. He needed to protect his friends.

The front door swung open, Alex hearing Michael and Max talk quietly. He looked over at the clock, realizing it was almost time to leave. Time had never gotten away from him like it did while he was talking to Forrest. He needed to mentally prepare. Alex cursed his lack of awareness. It was one of the first things they taught in basic. Always be aware.

“Hey, don’t panic. I’ve got your back,” Forrest said, resting a hand on his arm.

As much as Alex wanted to relax, the only way this mission was going to go smoothly was if he was in fight mode. Shut down all emotions. No thinking. Stick to the plan.

A quick stab of pain in his chest made him turn. He locked eyes with Michael. How long did they just stare at each other? It felt like years, but it must have only been a moment. His eyes had glanced down at Forrest’s hand on his arm. He saw the way his jaw clenched. The muscles in his neck. The way he scrunched his nose when he sniffled.

They looked away from each other, Alex casually pulling his arm away from Forrest, concentrating to make sure it didn’t seem like he was embarrassed to have it there. Although that might have been the case. He liked Forrest. There was just something off about Michael seeing it.

“You guys ready for this? Alex,” Max asked. He nodded, letting his mind shift into battle mode.

“I’ll grab some extra supplies. Be right back.” He stood, his arm brushing against Michael’s as he passed.

“Do you need help with anything,” Michael asked before he got too far. He paused. He didn’t really, but something felt off.

“Sure.” He followed him in silence. He stood at the door, just watching Alex move about his room. He pulled open the closet, moving clothing to the side to access the safe where he kept guns and ammo.

“Do you like him?” The question caused him to miss a number for the combination. He shook his head and restarted, laughing at his suggestion. He just needed to play it cool.

“Max? I mean he’s alright,” he joked, trying to deflect.

“You know what I mean, Manes.” The flutter in his heart returned. He pulled the safe open, looking for as much time to come up with an answer as possible.

“What if I do? Careful Guerin, you almost sound jealous.” He tried to keep the bite out of his voice. What right did he have to be jealous? He was the one always pushing him away. He stood from the safe, slowly turning back towards him. Michael's fists were clenched.

“I just mean that you should be careful. Relationships complicate things. Remember Maria. I have to keep her in the dark so she doesn’t get hurt. I’d just hate for you to have to go through that,” he said, not meeting his eyes. Even without the mark, Alex knew his tells at this point.

“And you still try to lie to me. You’ve never been good at that,” he said, focused on loading his gun. He snapped the mag into place, double checking the safety was on before setting it down.

He felt Michael’s presence beside him. He had moved silently. Alex looked up, almost bumping his nose against his. He didn’t move away. A soldier never backed down. No matter how hard and fast his heart was beating. Michael glanced down, then proceeded to lay a hand over his heart.

“Remember that works both ways,” he said softly.

He backed away, picking up the boxes of ammo he had laid on the bed. He left the room without another word. Alex took a deep breath, calming himself. He would worry about that later. He had to focus on the mission.

He walked back to the closet, pushing things around, looking for the bulletproof vest. Once he finally located the damned thing, trying to pull it out was more effort than planned. Stuck on the closet door. Alex cursed, trying to find where the strap had snagged on. He groaned in frustration. There was a chuckle from behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Forrest stood there with a grin.

“Need some help with that?” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

“Yea, I guess so.” Forrest came and reached over him, close enough to smell whatever cologne he was wearing. So different from Michael. More of a spice. He unhooked the vest from a metal part of the door and pulled it out.

Alex smiled and stood with him. He looked back at the closet, thinking if there was anything else he needed. Then he shut the doors.

“Thanks. Probably just stress. I’ll be fine once we get going.” Forrest rested a hand on his shoulder.

“I have no doubt. You are a hero after all.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “I do my research purple heart guy.” Alex couldn’t stop the grin. He was flattered. He had gone through the effort of learning about him.

“Well I’m glad I’ll have you there as my backup,” he said, picking up the gun from earlier. He reached for the bulletproof vest too, but Forrest shook his head.

“I’ve got this. Let’s go.” He followed him back to the other two. Once they reached the kitchen, they all fell silent. The pressure to make sure nothing went wrong weighed on all of them. Alex straightened his shoulders and lifted his head.

“Let’s do this.”

#malexweek20 #malex20 #multichapter fic #soulmates au #alex manes #michael guerin #malex #roswell new mexico fic #feedback always appreciated

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So I wrote down my thoughts as i watched through most of Season 2 of Scooby Doo Mystery Inc, and would like to share them, major spoilers below cut

Notes of Season 2 of Scooby Mystery Inc Shout out to this jock bully(?) who upon encountering a monster threatening a girl, did no hesitate to take on said monster, recuse said girl, and protect her as they escape Fred really needs to talk to someone about his new parents, who are now living in his house with him???? The house of the man who took him from them?????? Bronson might not be exactly straight looking at how he acted around the old mayor vs the new one, but *shrugs* Jock Strikes again, is this gunna be the twist? That''s a really douchy twist to pull a stunt like this Love how-I mean this is just the plan. He wanted girls too so he set up the same scenario. Is this extra set up by the parents to get him to trust them that is some next level douchery/ Scratch that on Bronson, omg Oh shit starting with a furry attack this is going to be a weird episode the gang's meta knowledge coupled with their sure willingness to go along with tropes and shit makes for great dialogue oh *oh* this is the episode where we get a peak to see just how big the picture is, love the lore building. knew this episode was gunna be good is that a demon? the furry isnt the mosnter??? ummm...weve been getting hints, are things getting real? so we've established motive for why someone whould want this plavce closed, but actually tangent but dont a lot of these monsters that they encounter seem like, weirdly powerful and mobile for costumes oh there's the furry that red aura is a...the things that happen around it are something deeper it seems. fascinating. is the red just representative of fire hallucinations? those seemed a bit real in effect for hallucinations... this guy, like my manager, needs to hire a little more staff occult magic book falls from the library to gang, and no one is as concerned as they should be nazi robot nazi robot get BJ on the phone Cassidy is the kinda retired PC that the players can strive to be Shit is getting real quick isnt it. Wait is that a seal. does Cassidy die? I know about a certain other death that makes me sad, but i dont want Cassidy to die too this episode is a rollercoaster of odd events weird hologram disguise for Paraclese is nifty Seeing the tragic fate of past groups is...well obviously sad oh dear, she does die huh its super low key, but it plays at the terrifying corrupting ordeal of the eldritchstuff really well with the lore notes bear troubles oh that badge...is that where they buried him? that's...kinda grim they have stealth suits and killer nazi robots? why have the evil guys not won yet? there is a bomb and they are not evacuating. There is a BOMB and they are not evacuating oh the bear can talk, how dare i assume that a bear is incapable of speech the bear is a twunk, scratch that, still a bear, is...he doing a christiphor walkin impersonation? aaand that’s enough for tonight, starting fresh later We're back, 13 more episodes oh so were getting into why i don’t like astrology Enigma machine omg. sorry, im a sucker for bits like that i wanna have long white hair too, i could rock that look How does Paraclese still have an accent after all these years? It is like destiny's Rasputin and just a stubborn superiority complex? something about visiting villains you can talk to in a prison is-ohp thats just all of um huh, cameo episode- err, anyways, it just paints a delightful scene about the relationship of the protags and antags and villainy as a whole in the world well this is horrific, throw some brownish red stuff around and it would be a silent hill scene update: still gay Thirteen more episodes and they have the disk...that does not bode well for what is going to happen the writer's willingness to reference other hannah barbara characters/shows is great oooo anticaptilism, BF is scoring points excuse me???? cyborg dragon girl???? he cant even call her by her name through most of the episode wtf??????? see now im at the point i gotta ask, is this a real ghost thing, or a fake ghost thing? ah i understand now youd think he would be more willing to explain to th-there we go so the animal companians are more suceptible, but they all have the risk Paraclese talking about these cattle is every gm talking about their homebrew monsters omg writers wth was that conclusion for the cattle im dying sk-ska zombies. ska. zombies. i can pick it up oh like the dancing plauge but worse, nifty these ghosts are rude boys, like, thats actually one of their names. And just caught that it the band name is skatastic oh they mentioned the dancing plauge, thank you wtf 101 the 'lighthearted' tone of this episode speaks dark tidings about the horrors to come aaah, hex girls, omg oh damn, update again: still hella gay bards duels be like, but for real loving this more and more young me is crazy about having the hex girls interact with a magicy thing like the disks, the rest of me is concerned at the events that are taking place scooby agrees, and his dog girl friend...well that was something Ricky displaying increasing regrets is not going to do good things for his lifeespectancy ohp then he drags in the other two well, i didnt see that coming for the criminal identity this little girl just had her mom ditch her for a stranger that robbed them, the heck i should probably eat dinner at some point, or like, anything at somepoint... calling it now, this guy is a circus performer/stunt driver, and if he is the random hired british poolboy it is a fake accent he's lureing women away with emotional intemacy. thats funny in itself, btu that they accept so readily still isnt normal oh and apparently kinks, lured with kinks so hes going to be the librarian dude then?? maybe? k, so at least i got that o.o O.O, well, that was quite the lead up and explanation food on plate, depresso in heart, ready to continue so they have to know right? like, this is a planned trap since Fred is 'the only one who knows where it is' doesnt explain Fred though, or how the fake acts "jeepies you found my scarf" oh there it is, they are after the info from him and its all fake, not some hell vision to show why he has to suceed Fred knew first? good on him plastic surgery, holy crap, next level villainy here holy shit they're all in puragoty thanks to the corrpution?????? Going back to early about the horrifying nature of all this. it is just so immensly sad watching them go through these bits. Cool, but sad. Velma demonstrating why thinking and understanding are not always good in eldritch horror games so he's got a guilt complex? heart felt talk with Mayor Dad awwww, poor Velma doesnt think she's pretty guessing...well id say the wife of Enrique but that seems too easy some how, stiill shes the only offered suspect beside Enrique himself thus far *deep sigh* i will never guess any culprit i bother to write down correctly would be a real move of the writers to Uzumaki the town two day deadline given, props to velma for having the foresight to model the disks in a digital format incase theyre lost mad max mystery machine sounds like a doom metal synth wave fusion song things are going too well... How many giant evil doors will this lair have? alchemy. of course. should have guessed. is...is this the episode where Marcie...oh no oh at least shes trying good on her, she's going down in style and flame... oh. ya know, even knowing it was coming and talking it up a sentence before, not a happy event this is a nifty dungeon last episode, hell of an opening/recap wh-what fghaseguk this went batshit didnt it. i wish i had the willingness to write at unhinged as these writers one more media that i am surpised didnt end in a poly relationship this climax is eerily familiar to the live action movies at times and then they all died and went to heaven aww Rickee and Cassidy *and* Velma and Marcie, aww, my heart will heart to think about that one for long, but awwwww Miskatonik University, or however the heck it is said. i thought it was going to be a one off joke but wasn't expecting that.

#scooby doo #scooby doo mystery inc #scooby doo mystery incorperated #mystery inc #mystery incorporated #scooby doo mystery incorporated

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alexanderblackwood · 5 years

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Squid’s IT 2019 Experience

Ok. So. IT 2019 happened September 14th, at 7:15, with @captain-the-foxx and @shadowydarklight, after watching the first movie together. And OH BOY, my FEELINGS. (Also I’m going to try to stay chronological but my memory is SHIT and I’ve only seen this once, so pls forgive me)

I knew the Adrian and Don scene was coming. And it was still rough. I thought people were playing it up a bit, but nope. Our theater had this atmosphere during the whole scene, and it was uncomfortable (also there were no vocal homophobes, which I’m thankful for)

The CGI when Pennywise bites Adrian is... not great.

I love Bill being a dick in his intro scene 👏 I mean, it’s awful, but I love the book continuity. I wish we could’ve gotten more Audra ://

Eddie crashing his car, proving gays can’t drive. And calling his wife mommy. Poetic cinema

I can relate HELLA to Richie being a nervous puker. Me fuckin too, man. Me fuckin too.

Kid Ben from the miniseries is working with Ben!! I love!!

Our theater cheered when Bev left Tom. It was amazing, and I stan

We knew Stan was going to die. And it still hurted. Him seeing Bill before he dies? HURTED.

Also the transitions at the beginning here? Beautiful. Stunning. Flawless.

The entire Jade of the Orient scene was great. I love the CGI and “monsters”, the chemistry was so much like the kids, all the Reddie, Richie doing a Voice, the eye. Perfect

Eddie and Richie trying to elope leave Derry at the same time

That scene with Vicky(?) under the bleachers was beautiful. Give Skarsgård all the awards. Idc. I’ll be Pennywise’s friend.

Zombie Patrick helping Henry break out. I just. Damn. That scared quite a few people

Mike drugging Bill? Damn man. I loved that whole segment with the tribe, it looked so cool. More nods to birds, which I will always love

Ok so I heard some VERY mixed reactions to the CGI on the kids and their voices. It wasn’t bad at all, I think. I noticed it the most on Finn (Richie) and Jeremy (Ben), but it was also very easy to ignore. Their voices were fine

hdjshdiesjdhsjehe kid!Eddie became so chaotic what happened it’s like him and Richie switched roles

Everyone going into and leaving the townhouse feels like a sitcom tbh and I’m not sure if it was tiring or funny

We got the walking tours, kind of, and I’m so happy!!!! King’s cameo, we still got a “kiss me, fat boy!” the ENTIRETY of Richie’s scene, the leper French Kissing Eddie’s mom (and Eddie strangling IT), and, of course, Kersh. So good.

Stan got his bar mitzvah scene I can’t 😭

Eddie 👏 stabbing 👏 Bowers 👏 and 👏 roasting 👏 him 👏 And I STARTED AN APPLAUSE FOR IT!! Go me, Reddie Rights 😂 (btw Eddie is amazing in this we stan a gay who will throw hands)

Give Mike a break 2k19 feat. Bowers coming to shank him

I, again, relate to Richie vomiting when he gets stressed

YO THEY FUCKIN KILLED DEAN WHAT THE FU—

Ok so I been knew they’d see Stan but like. I wasn’t prepared for them to stab it.

Jay Ryan’s abs. That is all.

Eddie freezing and apologizing hurts ;;-;;

“You’re braver than you think” just. Stabbed me in the chest. I turned to @captain-the-foxx and said “Eddie’s going to be brave, save Richie, then get killed” and it fuckin happened.

ok so like. the cgi on all the monsters just. ain’t it chief. am sorry. I like the designs in theory, but like. Oof.

THEY MADE THE SPIDER COOL THEY FUCKIN MADE THE SPIDER LOOK AMAZING

“That’s not gunna burn” fuckin tell them Eddie

Bill as Pennywise, kinda? Poetic cinema

Benverly 👏

Richie and Eddie leave Derry together and get a Pomeranian that’s canon

“You’re a sloppy bitch!” will be my last sentence

I been knew Eddie was going to die but like. The way Richie and Eddie look at each other and say each other’s names as it happens just. It hurts man

I love that you can just bully Pennywise to death. Also that heterochromia tho

Give Bill Hader all the awards for that scene. Now.

Richie being the only person to not be joking hurt my soul in such a deep way guys

That ending speech just. My fuckin heart, Andy. Stop.

#it 2019 #it 2019 spoilers #I loved this movie #I’m planning on seeing it again #long post #squid talks #reddie #guys the REDDIE #so good ;-;

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 5 years

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A Magic Kingdom Love : Epilogue

Title: A Magic Kingdom Love

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel

Tags: fluff, just so much fluff. It gets a little heated at one point but that’s it.

Summary:

“An AU where Dean and Cas are both working for Disney and have been cast as the very first gay princes. And at first they hate each other but it’s hard to pretend you’re in love all day for sweet, shy kids, and then not makeout under the bridge of the magic kingdom castle.”

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A/N:

So, all of you are so freaking amazing, and the love I got for this story from both here and AO3 made my heart absolutely melt. So many people wanted the epilogue and so, I have gifted to all of you, the epilogue you all have been so patiently waiting for!!

I do want to say thank you to everyone who read this, and commented, you are so sweet and I love each and every single one of you! Your words always inspire me to write more, so from the bottom of my heart, thank-you all <3<3<3

And so without further adieu, please enjoy!! And if anyone is interested in being tagged in future destiel fics let me know :)

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Epilogue

Dean found himself in an all too familiar place, a place he had been in many times over the last two years, and it never got old.

Standing backstage of the balcony to the Magic Kingdom Castle, Dean took the few steps to close the gap between him and Cas, holding out his hands for Cas to take. He took them, pulling Dean in closer to him, their noses touching as Dean whispered, “You ready?”

Cas nodded, leaning in to touch his lips gently to Dean’s in a simple kiss, “Ready,” he whispered back with a smile.

Dean turned them just as Ellen’s voice was heard over the sound system announcing their names, held his arm out for Cas, and walked them through the curtain and out onto the balcony.

They smiled and waved to the crowd below, Dean holding Cas tightly to his side as Ellen came to stand beside them.

She placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder as the crowd died down and spoke into the mic, “Two years ago we welcomed Prince Dean and Prince Castiel into our home here at the Magic Kingdom, and they very quickly became a very big part of our family. And today, we bring you all together to make yet another announcement!” Ellen gave the crowd a second to cheer then settle again before she continued, “This is one of the biggest announcements we have ever had here at the Magic Kingdom and I am so honoured to be the one to announce to you all the engagement of Prince Dean and Prince Castiel!”

The crowd blew up into cheers, hoots and hollers, whistles and screams. Prince Dean and Prince Castiel had become such a big part of the park, it was only expected that the guests would be over the moon about the announcement of their engagement. The two stood together wrapped in each others arms and waved to the crowd, the thick gold band on Cas’s left hand now being the centre of everyone's gaze.

Once the crowd began to die down, Ellen stepped up placing a hand on Dean’s shoulder to address the crowd once again, “Now there is more that Prince Dean and Prince Castiel would like to share with you all, so I will pass the mic off to our Prince Dean.”

She handed the mic to Dean and he took it, turning back to the crowd. “Hello everyone! Prince Cas and I are so excited to finally be able to share this exciting news with you! Cas and I would like to thank our friends Bobby and Ellen for managing to keep it a secret this long,” both Ellen and Bobby winked at the boys, both shooting them a thumbs up from the sidelines, “we would also like to announce that Prince Cas and I will be getting married right here in the park, at the Magic Kingdom Castle, and we are extending an invitation to all of the people of the kingdom!”

The crowd went wild, everyone more than thrilled to be invited to the wedding of the year, the century, probably even the millenium. Surely the turn out for the wedding would be far larger than anything the park had ever experienced before.

“We can’t wait to see you all there and be able to share this happy day with everyone!” He then turned to Cas who was still wrapped up against his side, smiling up at him with adoring eyes, ‘Would you like to tell the wonderful people of the kingdom the date of our wedding, Honey?”

Cas smiled even wider at his fiance, leaning in to the mic Dean was holding towards him, much more confident now than he was when he first started at the park, especially with Dean by his side, “Prince Dean and I will be getting married on August nineteenth.”

“Would you like to tell them why we picked that particular date, my love.”

Cas grinned, using his finger to turn Dean’s face from the crowd towards him, their noses now touching, “Because that’s the date we first met each other, and the day I fell in love with you.”

Dean leaned in, their lips ghosting each others and whispered, “Me too, Cas.”

The crowd awed at the coupe before them, and though he would be the last to admit it, Dean would tell you he was sure he saw Bobby sniffling off to the side as Ellen came over and took the mic.

Wiping away a tear of her own, she spoke as clearly as she could to the crowd, “Let’s hear it for Prince Dean and Prince Castiel! May your wedding day be filled with joy and love to hold you till the end of time.”

As the crowd cheered again with her words, she took her two boys in for a hug. The couple gave a few last waves before turning to leave the balcony, though Cas couldn't resist stopping them just before the curtain, where the crowd was still able to see them both, and pulling Dean’s face to his for a long sweet kiss.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“You really don't have to do this.”

Dean stood with his arms crossed in the driveway, watching as Sam placed the last box of his belongings in the moving truck he had rented. He pulled the back closed and locked it before turning back to Dean with a small smile, “It's time, Dean. And tomorrow you and Cas will be married and I’m not about to impose on that. I’m finished school now and about to start at a new firm, time to be a big boy.”

“But you don't have to, Sammy,” Dean took a step forwards, brows furrowed, “you can stay if you’re not ready to leave. Cas and I both agree that you’re welcome here.”

Sam gave Dean that little knowing smirk, the one that said he knew Dean all too well for his own good, and clasped his hand over his shoulder, “Dean, you’re gunna be fine. I know this is going to be new for you, not having me here as much, especially without the promise of me coming back for summers after school anymore. But I’m not far, just around the corner, and you and Cas need to start your lives together the right way. And that’s without a little brother in the way. Trust me, you and Cas will be fine without me.”

Dean sighed. Maybe Sam was right, he was panicking over the change, but with Cas by his side and Sammy just around the corner, he would get through it. “I’ll still miss you.”

“You can come over any time,” he smiled as Dean pulled him in for a hug, “and I’m sure I’ll be over raiding your fridge on more than one occasion.”

“You better,” Dean gave his back a pat before pulling back and clearing his throat, just in time to see Cas coming out of the house with Charlie, “You heading out, babe?”

“Yes,” Cas nodded, coming to stand beside Dean who kissed his temple, “Charlie is taking me to a bar then we will be heading back to her place.”

“What bar are you going to-”

“Ah! Nice try, Dean Winchester,” Charlie jumped in and cut him off before Cas could answer, “you know the rules, no seeing the groom until you’re walking down the aisle tomorrow. And don't even think about trying to trick Sam into finding us. We have already collaborated and planned it so that you and Cas will not cross paths at all until tomorrow at the wedding.”

Dean gave his shoulders a shrug with a sheepish grin, “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Everyone chuckled at him, and Cas suddenly found his eyes wandering towards the small moving truck behind Sam, his smile quickly fading, “Sam, you know you do not have to move, Dean and I are not forcing you out.”

Sam quickly raised his hands, “It's nothing to worry about, Cas. I know you and Dean have both made it very clear that I can stay but I want to give you two the space you deserve. And I’m actually excited to move into my house and maybe even start a life and family of my own.”

“Well, I am glad to hear that,” Cas’s smile returned, then he turned to lean into Dean’s space once again, “we should get going.”

Dean nodded as he pulled Cas in by the waist, “I don't like this tradition of not seeing each other until tomorrow, who am I gunna cuddle with while I sleep?”

“You mean cling to and droll on?” Dean chuckled and Cas laughed too as he wrapped his hands around Dean’s neck to lean in and whisper, “It will just make tomorrow night all the more thrilling.”

Dean hummed and ran his lips over Cas’s and rubbed their noses together, “You’re right,” he leaned closer to run his lips over Cas’s neck, “I know you’re gunna look great in your wedding outfit, but I also know you’ll look much better with it off-”

“Okay!” Charlie grabbed Cas by the back of the shirt and gave a soft tug, “Time to go, Sam and I don't wanna hear this!”

The two of them laughed and Dean pulled back from Cas’s neck, “I’ll see you tomorrow, be safe and have fun.”

“You too.”

“I love you, Cas,” Dean closed the gap to place a lingering sweet kiss on Cas’s lips.

“I love you too, Dean,” and before they could manage much more Cas was being pulled towards his car by Charlie, the two waving to Sam and Dean as they drove down the street.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The two boys came stomping into the house a little louder than usual that night. Sam had taken them to a few different bars, they laughed and talked about all the good times they had together, and how their lives had gotten even better with Cas now in them.

After a fun night out with his brother, Dean was definitely ready to crash, then tomorrow was the big day. The day he would marry the love of his life and become the happiest man alive.

Sam kicked off his shoes and grabbed Dean’s shoulder with a smile, “My last night in this house and your last night as an unmarried man, look at us moving up in the world.”

“I can’t believe I’m getting married tomorrow,” Dean ran a hand down his face and shook his head, “never thought I would have someone like Cas.”

“You two deserve it,” Sam gave Dean’s shoulder a small shake, then yawned as he said, “I’m heading to bed, I’ll see you in the morning. Oh, and you might wanna grab a water before bed, or a snack. You know, something from the fridge.”

Dean looked at Sam in confusion but he merely winked and took the stairs to his room two at a time. Dean turned into the kitchen, still confused but certain something was up, and took cautious steps towards the fridge. He was about to slowly pull it open, ready for anything, when a shimmering silver envelope caught his eye on the fridge door. On the front, in all to familiar handwriting, was one simple word, “Dean”.

He pulled it out and unfolded the paper inside and read it to himself with a smile.

“Dean,

I know that as tradition states we cannot see each other until the day of the wedding, but I wanted to share my thoughts with you before then.

I know that as I am, you are probably nervous too. Not nervous in a bad way, but more so filled with anticipation. I cannot wait to marry you tomorrow Dean, to walk down the aisle and with your hand in mine, say I do and become Castiel Winchester, finally.

I cannot wait to see what life will hold for us, but no matter how good or bad it may be, I will always be happy knowing that you will be by my side no matter what. That together we will get through any obstacle that may come our way.

I never in my life thought I would be here, the day before my wedding, ready to marry the man of my dreams, the love of my life. And when I saw you on our first day of work, two years ago all done up in your prince costume with that big goofy smile on your face, I knew no one else would ever compare to you. And somehow I was lucky enough to be able to call you mine, and tomorrow I will finally be able to call you my husband.

Tonight is a night of fun for both of us before tomorrow, but know that the only thing I will be thinking of is you. You are my world, Dean, and will be for the rest of time.

Sweet dreams, my love, and I will be counting down the minutes until I can walk down that aisle and have you in my arms again.

Love always,

Your future, Mr. Castiel Winchester.”

Dean couldn't help it if a few tears managed to escape him, but Cas always did have a way of saying it all for the both of them. And in that moment Dean was thankful for everything that had brought him to Cas, hell even that bitch who rejected him for the first interview, for if not for that he would never have met Cas. He would have never been his prince and they would never have fallen in love.

After a few moments and a second read of the letter, Dean folded it up and held it close to his heart as he made his way towards the stairs. As he began the climb he looked up to see Sammy standing at the top, leaning on the railing with a soft smile on his face. Dean smiled back and held the letter closer to his chest as Sam gave a nod and disappeared into his room.

Dean followed suit, heading for his own room. He placed the letter on the nightstand on his side of the bed and laid down. The bed was cold and extremely empty without Cas by his side, but he went to sleep with Cas’s loving words on his mind and the thought of just one more night.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The day had finally arrived.

Dean found himself pacing in the dressing room where it had all began two years ago, as Sam watched him with a smirk from across the room. He was nervous. He wanted everything to be perfect for Cas. This was literally a fairy tale wedding, and not only that, but since they had become such a monumental part of the park, Cas and Dean had jumped at the thought when Ellen asked if it could be televised. They were more than thrilled to extend their reach beyond the park and continue to be the amazing role models they had become. So, Dean was a little nervous.

“Dude,” Sam chuckled, “it's gunna be fine, relax.”

“I just want this to be perfect, Sammy, Cas deserves perfect.”

“And I’m sure that’s exactly what he’ll get.” Sam pushed off from the wall where he was leaning and walked over to Dean, the cape of his own customized prince outfit flowing as he did. “You and Cas have both worked so hard on making this wedding everything that you’ve both ever dreamed of, and Ellen and Bobby have done an amazing job with the park side of things. But no matter what, as long as you’re standing at the end of the aisle when Cas steps out of that carriage, that’s all he’s gunna care about. So just breathe, man.”

Dean did as Sam said and let out a slow puff of air, nodding his head. “Yeah, you’re right. All Cas and I need is each other.”

“See,” Sam gave his shoulder a forceful pat causing Dean to smirk, “it's already the perfect day.”

The door to the dressing room opened slightly and Bobby popped his head in, “You boys ready? It's just about time.”

Dean looked to Sam once more before looking back to Bobby and nodding with a new found confidence, “Yeah, we’re ready.”

“Good,” he waved for them to follow him out, “the carriages that will take you boys to the steps of the castle are waiting out back. There’s quite a large crowd, so be prepared.”

They walked out to the back doors and Bobby took Dean to the horse drawn carriage at the front of the line and opened the door for him to get in. “The carriage will take you through the streets to the bottom of the stairs. When you get there, someone will open the door for you and all you have to do is walk to the top of the stairs and wait there. Sam and Charlie will follow, along with the ring bearer and flower girl, and Cas will come out last. And from there it's all a piece of cake.”

Dean felt like he was in a whirlwind but nodded anyways, trusting his uncle had it all under control.

Sam gave Dean one last thumbs up as Bobby closed the door, and watched as Sam was then ushered to the next carriage and Dean was taken away.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Bobby wasn’t kidding when he said there was a huge crowd. Dean looked out the window of the carriage as he was taken through the streets of the park and he was surrounded by a sea of people, all who came to witness the wedding of himself and Cas. It made him slightly more nervous but it also made him swell with pride to know that he and Cas had made such an impact on so many people over the last few years.

Eventually the carriage came to a stop at the base of the stairs and a young boy dressed in emerald green clothes, stepped forwards to open the door. Dean stepped out as the crowd cheered and waved. The cameras placed all around the castle steps were all pointed at him, and he smiled and waved back as he began to climb the steps towards Ellen who was waiting for him at the top.

When he finally reached her she took both his hands and pulled him in for a long hug, placing a kiss on his cheek before she pulled back, “My, don't you look handsome.”

“Thanks,” he blushed, moving to take a step back to the side.

“Nervous?”

Dean smiled, “I was, but Sammy sort of cleared that all up for me. As long as Cas is here with me, I don't care what happens, I’ll be happy.”

She leaned over and gave him another kiss on the cheek and smiled brightly at him, “I love you boys, all of you.”

“We love you too, Ellen.”

The crowd began to cheer again, bringing their attention back to the bottom of the stairs where another carriage was slowly pulling up.

Ellen stood back in her place at the end of the aisle, and winked to Dean as she whispered, “Here we go,” and Dean let out one last calming breath, turning to watch in anticipation for the love of his life.

As the carriage came to a stop, the young boy who opened Dean’s door moved to open this one, and Sam stepped out. He was all smiles and just as handsome as Dean in his ruby red prince outfit. And Sam, the natural he was, gave the crowd a small wave before he turned back to hold a hand inside the carriage to help Charlie out.

She looked beautiful in a dress to match Sam’s ruby red, and arm in arm the two walked up the steps together to join Dean at the top. The day before the wedding the two had been officially appointed Prince Samuel and Lady Charlotte, both thrilled to be a part of this amazing journey.

When the two reached the top and went to stand on their respective sides, a third carriage pulled up and Dean couldn't help but smile as wide as he could as their ring bearer and flower girl were lifted out of the carriage. Dean waved down at the little boy who waved back with enthusiasm. The young Andrew walked up the steps, holding the hand of his almost three year old little sister. Both of which had joined Sam and Charlie in the ceremony the day before and been named Prince Andrew and Princess Anna.

When the two young ones had reached the top and were standing to the side with their mom, horns went off and everyone who was seated stood as the last carriage pulled up, and Dean attempted to shake his anticipation out as the door was slowly opened.

Dean had never seen a sight more beautiful in his life as Cas stepped out of the carriage. He was dressed in a pure white outfit with black accents, his hair in that slightly mussed way Dean liked it, and his blue eyes fixed on only one thing. Dean.

Dean made to move towards Cas, but Sam’s hand came out to catch him and keep him still as Cas began the climb to the top.

It felt like a lifetime to both of them before he was finally standing face to face with Dean, finally holding his hands in his, and both ready to take this step together.

Cas moved to stand on the other side of Ellen, hands still tightly held in Dean’s, and he leaned over to whisper, “Ready?”

Dean smiled at Cas, lifting his hands to his lips to place two kisses on them before whispering back, “Definitely,” as Ellen started talking.

“Well,” she began with a smile, barely able to contain her joy, “today is a wondrous day as we all gather to witness the marriage of Prince Dean Winchester, and Prince Castiel Novak. Now, before we get to the good stuff, you boys have written your own vows. Dean, you first.”

Dean shifted on his feet, turning his gaze away from Ellen and back to Cas, taking a breath before he spoke, “Cas, I never thought I would ever be standing here, across from the love of my life, ready to say I do. And to be honest, when I first met you two years ago, I never would have thought it would be you that I would be standing with.” Cas chuckled at the memory. “When I asked you to marry me, under the Magic Kingdom Bridge, I thought I could never be happier than I was when you said yes, but I was wrong. When I hear you say I do today, and I get to take you in my arms as my husband, I will be the happiest man alive. And from here on out, it's you and me. I will always be here for you no matter what, I will always love you, and you will always be my world. I love you, Cas.”

Cas gave Dean’s hands a squeeze in his as Ellen turned to him and said, “Castiel, you’re turn.

“Dean, when we first met I fell in love with you instantly, and I knew I would never be able to fall for anyone else after laying eyes on you.” Dean smiled and looked down, a slight blush covering his cheeks. “But I was worried that I would never be able to get the courage up to talk to you, or tell you how I felt, but you managed to bring out a side of me that I never even knew existed. With you by my side I have become a stronger, more confident and capable man, and that is all thanks to your endless amounts of love. I could not ask for a better husband then I know you will be, and I will forever be thankful that I was somehow lucky enough to cross paths with you. I love you so much Dean, and I always will.”

Everyone around them, themselves included, took a moment to wipe away a few stray tears before Ellen cleared her throat and managed to croak out, “Alright, time for the rings now boys. Come on over Prince Andrew.”

Little Andrew hopped over carrying a small white pillow, and on top were two matching golden bands. He stood between Cas and Dean and held the pillow up towards them, and both leaned down with a smile at Andrew as they took the rings, and the boy returned to his mom.

Both boys turned back to one another, Dean looking Cas straight in the eye as he took his left hand in his own and slipped the band onto his finger, and with a smile as bright as the sun he said, “With this ring, Cas, I thee wed.”

“Dean,” Cas returned his beaming smile and took Dean’s left hand in his, “with this ring, I thee wed, finally.”

“Well, boys,” Ellen took a step forward and placed a hand on their shoulders, looking between them, “it is my honour to announce you husbands as Dean and Castiel Winchester. Prince Dean, you may kiss Prince Castiel.”

Without a moment's hesitation Dean practically leapt forwards, taking Cas’s face in his hands, and pulling him in for a long sweet kiss. The crowd and their friends around them cheered and clapped, but the two boys were only focused on each other, everything else around them was a mere blurr in their happiness together in that moment.

As they pulled apart the horns went off again, confetti was suddenly flying through the air around them, and Ellen was ushering them down the stairs. Hand in hand they turned and made their way down the steps, halfway down Dean swooped his arms down and carried Cas the rest of the way, right to the carriage that was waiting for them at the bottom.

With one last wave, Dean opened the door and helped Cas into the carriage and then jumped in beside him. The most nerve wracking part of the day was over. They had finally married each other, in front of their friends and family, and everyone at the park, and now they were off to the smaller and more intimate reception they had planned for themselves. Just a small room in one of the parks banquet halls were they could celebrate the night and their marriage with their close friends and family. Where they could eat, drink, and dance the night away before Dean swept Cas off for their long awaited honeymoon.

And as the carriage pulled away and began taking them back through the streets of the Magic Kingdom, they locked eyes and both couldn't help but think that they had never been happier. And neither could wait to finally start their journeys together as husbands, as Dean and Castiel Winchester.

Dean took Cas’s hand in his and placed his other hand on Cas’s cheek and whispered softly, “I love you, Cas, so much.”

“I love you too, Dean.”

And just as Sam and Charlie made it down the steps to get into their waiting carriage, they looked through the back window of Dean and Cas’s carriage in front of them, just in time to see the two lean into each other and melt into the most breathtaking kiss either of them had ever seen. The two remained locked in each others embrace until the carriage had taken them out of sight, and Sam couldn't help but smile and watch them go as he thought to himself, finally.

End

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A/N:

Well, that's it guys! All though..... I did have an interesting request that I rewrite the story, but this time make it from the perspective of Cas instead of Dean, and I am super intrigued by the idea and might possibly (more then likely will) do just that!

But thank you all again for sticking around, I would absolutely LOVE to hear what you think of our boys happy ending!! And don't forget to check out my other destiel fics (smut and fluff promised and delivered lol) I love you all <3<3<3

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getting lost up in the past— this is what I found

Friday February 1st, 2013:

ugh..im sitting in third hour..i wanna cry, but i cant theres to many people..

can anyone really save me? ..no.. noone ever can.. i just wanna be happy, truely always happy.. )': ughhhhhhhhhhhh! i gotta go..

Monday February 4th, 2013:

holy shit that was a longg weekend.. i almost cut saturday.. i got a new razor & everythingg.. Jake told me to go chuck itt in the snow, soo i did, but then on sunday i went & found itt.. soo i have itt in my ipod case like my other one.

I stayed up till 3 saturday nightt watching 'Enchanted' i love that movie now (: and i sent Jake a 7 and a 9 page text.. he was asleep though..but his best friend is a girl & i have nothing at all against that, i don't have a reason to hate her at all, i havent even met her, but i still am so super jealous.. i hate that they hang out and slepover together and i dont know, i trust him.. but look what happend with the last guy, i trusted him with all my heart, i never thought he would cheat on me and he ended up fucking his ex-girlfriend and lying about it.. im so scared.. i dont wanna be here.. i was thinking saturday & yesterday how i wish i was single just so i don't have to be so paranoid..but i love being around Jake that i wouldnt dream of ending it..

Shawntay said i should tell him about how i feel with him & his besty, but i idont wanna be the dumb bitchy girlfriend who is all 'you cant talk to girls-blahh blahh blahhk' shitt, ya know?? So ima just leave it to myself because i don't care..

im really trying not to cut.. Tabby (my ex's girlfriend) told me that it takes 21 days to break a habbit & we both last cut on the 22nd, soooo we'll see how that goes..

on wednesday it'll be me & jake's 4 months.. & next thursday is valenitines (how ever you spell itt) day and i wanna get him something.. hmm..

my tits now have names.. right one is Adam & the left is Ryder (:

I love him, my baby. <3 soo much.. </3

Wednesday February 6th, 2013:

today is 4 months with my baby!! i love him sooo much. dude. <3 he is so amazingg. i just want to push him in the snow and kiss him and be crazy. i am crazy about him.. like super crazy aboutt him. <3 i dont wantt him to be taken awayyy! ):

Hunter said he was going to ask me out last week on friday on the bus.. god he's a douche.. he broke my heart so many countless times and just left.. and my ex. my good lord, he is such a dick. im sick of them both fucking with my head and heart. ive moved on and it Shawntay's words 'have a new life with a better guy'.. god i love her. i dont know where i would be right now if it werent for her.. <3 i love you shawny'z forever <3

Friday February 8th, 2013:

well..i almost cut last nightt, i didnt but i was aboutt to.. im not taking my meds, im just throwing them in a bag & ima sell them.. they weren't working anyway soo..

Im seriously so sccared that Jake's going to leave me.. even though he says he's not going to an yada yada yada, but still.. im paranoid.. it's just who i am... i love him with all my heart though.. ya know??

im diguesting..im a whore..a damn slut.. in love with a guy who prolly cant stand me.. im fucking pathetic.. why..why..why would, HOW could anyone like me, or put up with me.. i mean, what the hell..im a little ugly bitch. a fat, pathetic, stupid, idiotic, loud, sluty little damn bitch...fuckkkkkkkk.