(also because susie is on here for the first time in weeks)

Alrighty here’s the masterpost for Hell’s Studio, I guess

So what the heckity heck is this au about?:

This AU spawned from a joke I made with @arsonsara about bendy looking all weird in-game because joey sucks at 3D modeling.

Basically, Joey Drew got the idea in his head that he could potentially bring his original characters to life, and then goes to do that. However, it’s not all that easy, and he ends up bringing Bendy into the real world completely off model as this hulking mess of sentient ink vaguely in the shape of a demon. Obviously Bendy is very frustrated by this. But on top of being off model, he finds even more frustration in the fact that Joey wasted precious time trying to perform a demonic summoning ritual when he could’ve spent it making the actual goddamn cartoon. Seeing how impulsive and distracted the guy can often get, Bendy decides to appoint himself the new head animator and co-producer of the show if they want anything to get done. And it all kicks off from there.

So this AU doesn’t have a big overarching plot or anything, it’s mainly just episodic and things just happen. Think of it like The Office of Parks and Rec. Most of it is goofy comedic shenanigans, but i guess there is some drama-ish stuff in there from time to time, idk it’s a mess. It’s been built off of people sending me cool ideas on Tumbler Dot Com.

I don’t intend on making an organized timeline for things that happen throughout the au because literally anything can happen at almost any time and it’s constantly being added to, so I’m just gonna list a bunch of important points about the characters and how things work.

this is kinda just so y’all have just one big post to reference.

So here we go there’s a whole heckin’ lot:

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Dirk started the episode half-naked in a police cell after presumably hooking up with most of Bergsberg while under the influence of a love spell, and he ended it by using a bed to launch himself into a different dimension while a bounty hunter screams his deadname throughout a haunted house.

There’s not much else to say, really.

  • Why was this the only episode so far to start in Bergsberg and not Wendimoor? Unless the underground scenes in the other episodes were underground in our world?
  • The only thing I can take away from the whole Moloch-door-opening-onto-the-boat scene was that the baby crying was Moloch, but there’s no proof that the Cardenas boy was the baby? Only that there’s yet another link between Bergsberg and Blackwing. Because of course.
  • We’ve finally discovered how to get Dirk to sleep! With magic and fur coats and also potential orgies! With Bart watching!
  • … what the fuck do we do with this information though.
  • … especially as Tina was apparently wearing her weapon overnight.
  • … I volunteer as tribute for the orgy.
  • I can see why Dirk didn’t respond well to Bart’s overtures but I’m also worried that her ongoing alienation is going to push her firmly onto #TeamPoncho. He’s giving her choice in the way that no-one else has. Until she gets Ken back, this is the best person in her life.
  • I’m in love with all of the soft Todd/Farah moments.
  • I’m also in love with Samuel Barnett’s arms and I cursed the livestream loudly whenever it went fuzzy. His snappy fingers was both the campest and the most upsetting thing ever (until his further breakdown fifteen minutes later).
  • I guess we can add “being threatened on speakerphone” to the list of traumatizing things that have happened to Dirk this week.
  • “Can we not list my errors” is the smartest thing Friedkin’s ever said because if Ken had? It would take up the rest of the fucking season. And also season three, if and when it gets commissioned.
  • “I am fighting for a happy ever after” would sound either ridiculous or villainous coming from anyone else, but it works so well coming from Panto and my heart broke for him. He just wants to save his family and get back to his boyfriend, and all he’s gotten so far is an impromptu dance party and a portrait of him drawn by a homicidal dirt muppet.
  • But I also want to know what the fuck Panto thought of the orgy.
  • Susie screaming “I am real” makes me hope that she’s going to be magicked out of existence by the end of the season. Touch wood. I’m willing to sacrifice my own first-born in order to make it happen.
  • Dirk having to be dragged way from Arnold’s body is utterly horrifying because it was his choice to go there in the first place. He was the one who made the ultimate decision. And now he’s ruined the case and (in his mind) managed to kill yet another innocent person.
  • I’d fully believe that Hobbs is never nervous.
  • I wish Hobbs was my Dad :(
  • I’m relieved that someone else noticed the police shoot-out at the hotel though. Like, I’ve lived in some fucking small towns but even then they’d go huh this is suspicious, maybe we should check it out.
  • Arnold’s “I betrayed him” makes me suspect that he was the first apprentice though? But either he wasn’t powerful enough or he had scruples that Susie lacks, or the government spooked him somehow. But the Kellum knights were inadvertantly responsible for his parents death (hence the scissors in the house) and that’s upsetting.
  • Why wasn’t anyone holding Dirk in the back seat of the car? He needed holding more than anyone has ever needed holding. Ever.
  • I fucking called it though. Todd literally had no clue who Svlad Cjelli was and I’m waiting for the torrent tonight so I can see clearly but Dirk’s face looked like he’d had his last remaining crutch kicked out from under him.
  • It’s not funny but Dirk hearing Priest say “it’s time to come home” about Blackwing ended up with him jumping into another dimension to avoid the possibility. That’s an extreme avoidance technique and I dig it, because it’s almost 100% guaranteed that if Priest had found them in the room? Todd wouldn’t have been coming out alive.
  • And can we have a minute of silence for Priest. People keep disappearing on him while he’s trying to murder them and it’s fucking rude. Now he’s lost both Brotzman siblings. What a wild week.
  • … now he’s lost Todd and Dirk but he’s still got Farah.
  • … who deserves a lot better than this.
  • … though I’m here for Tina staging a rescue while Farah assumes that she died at the hospital. Ladies saving ladies (*grabby hands*).
  • I’m not here for morally ambigious Ken but at the same time I get it completely, I’d probably do something similar in that situation if I was clever enough. He’s got no reason to care about Todd and Farah. He’s looking for Bart and he’s pretty sure that Dirk can help him. My sweet Slytherin darling. Kick Friedkin’s ass babe, we got yo’ flower.
  • Dirk’s little “there’s nowhere to go” wasn’t just about their location. Or about the case. He’s reaching the end of his tether and there’s nowhere for him to turn that doesn’t result in more death and destruction. He’s not just having to face his own mortality, he’s having to face everyone else’s too.
  • Amanda giving orders to her boys while they’re all in Witchikookoo uniforms is giving me General Brotzman feelings and I want to sing a punk cover of Here Comes The General (Rise Up) from Hamilton whenever she’s on screen. She’s going to unite them all and bring down the Mage’s forces, I can feel it.
  • But the forest witch is using Amanda. She admitted outright that she can’t see into our world without assistance. I’m not saying it’s for nefarious purposes, but I’m utterly convinced that she needs Amanda more than Amanda needs her
  • I hadn’t considered that Susie’s husband might be in there a la Animorphs and now the idea of having pins pushed into my face while all I can do is scream in my mind is going to haunt me for months. Never thought that “being turned into a frog” would be the humane option.
  • So they’re safe from Priest, physically. But I’m convinced that Dirk’s “I deserve to go back” is the tipping point. It’s taken a while (because he’s brave and sweet and determined) but no-one lasts forever, everyone has a breaking point, and he’s finally reached it. So anything that happens next week is going to reflect that…

And we’ve got the Brotzman reunion next week and I want Todd to be like I left you for two months and this happened?? You’re at least 75% eyeliner and you have an army of weird rainbow Ewoks??

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Meet Cute (Leslie/Reader)

Summary: Nobody really meets people in crowded coffee shops, right? And they certainly don’t meet their favorite artists. And they definitely don’t get a date out of the whole deal. Except, sometimes, they do.

Note: My first Leslie fic! This fills a request for a fan of Leslie’s meeting him and him being sweet about it, and #48 from the prompt list:  “I can’t believe I just asked them out!” “And I can’t believe they said yes.” 

Rating: G. Pure fluff.

Word Count: 1485

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Behind the Scenes of The Poison Sky / The Sontaran Stratagem (Part Five)

Excerpts from the DVD Commentary with David Tennant, Russell T. Davies, and producer Susie Liggat:

RTD: Do you know, I’ve always wanted to ask you, David.  When you get a script what do you do?  From scratch
DT: I read it.
RTD: Yeah, but…
DT: I just read it to read it the first time.  And then I’ll read it and I’ll usually mark it up, which is literally just underlining my bits
RTD: Yep yep yep
DT: Which is the first stage of learning it, I suppose, and then you just read it again and you go over certain scenes.  Depending upon how much time you’ve got, whether it’s a script that you’ve had a few weeks in advance or whether it’s one of the ones that creep in at the last minute
RTD:  [laughs] Like they do
DT: …for whatever reason.  Sometimes you have to sort of just buckle down and start learning specific scenes if a schedule is in front of you…
RTD: Do you have to learn it according to the schedule
DT: Yeah, you do.
RTD: Sort of going, “Right, all of the UNIT scenes are first so I’ll learn those first”
DT: Yeah, yeah
RTD: That’s hard, isn’t it?
DT: Well, it’s easier than just learning it chronologically, because you’re just kind of keeping up with the schedule as it comes
RTD: Because it always strikes me, and actually everyone always says this, that you come to read-throughs incredibly prepared.  Do you, or are you winging it?
DT: Weeellll, it’s somewhere between the two, I think.  I think probably as the years have gone on, I enjoy winging it a bit more
RTD: Right
DT: Because I think it can be a bit more… sometimes you can over-prepare things, I think.
RTD: Yep
DT: and I think when we started I think I probably, sort of, would come to the read-through having practiced
[ RTD & SL laugh ]
DT: having made some decisions.  As time goes on it’s better sometimes to… especially when you’re meeting actors for the first time and responding to what they do for the first time, if you’re less… Because the first read-through, you’re sitting there thinking… and everyone… all the BBC bods come up from London… and we did three scripts!  We did The Christmas Invasion, New Earth, and School Reunion in one day and I’d never read The Doctor out loud before
SL: [ gasps ] How frightening!
DT: …and there’s all these people, all these bods coming up from London to kind of… and you’re just sitting there thinking, “I’m going to get sacked!”
RTD: [ big laugh ]
DT: That’s all you’re thinking.  So you’re very precious about it, and I think as time goes on you begin to feel slightly more confident of your position, and you think, well, it’s more interesting, actually, to maybe be a bit looser with it.  A bit freer with it.
RTD: And when do you learn the lines?  Is it late at night?  Is it first thing?  
DT: Just as you go.  Weekends a lot… you know.
SL: Because you are extraordinary.  I can say, I’ve worked with you now virtually solidly for four years - on Casanova and then on to this…
DT: Yeah, yeah. That’s true, that’s true
SL: …so I have seen HOURS of television with you
[ DT & RTD laugh at how she dragged out the word “hours” ]
DT: Hours of it!  
RTD: Sound a bit happier about that!
SL: Hours of Russell’s great writing!
[ waiting for the laughing to die down ]
SL: No! What I’m going to say is, I think in all that time, in all those days and all those lines, I think you’ve probably fluffed twice. You know, it’s extraordinary, you are extraordinary.  
RTD: That’s cursed it!
DT: Yeah!
SL:  No! You really are - at learning your lines
RTD: You are, that’s true
DT: It’s the homework, isn’t it?  You’ve got to do the homework.
SL: Well, you say that but you know some people don’t.  It’s brilliant - you are a great leader by example.
DT: I think you’ve got to. I think we’re in such a privileged position, and I don’t want cameramen standing around waiting for me to remember my lines, you know?
RTD: But also it is a skill of yours, actually.  Actors who have learned their lines, who’ve done all the work, can fluff on the spot
DT: Sure, and sometimes we all do, yeah
RTD: Yeah, but you do it less than most.  Now we’ve cursed it - it will all just go to pot!
DT: Yeah!  Tomorrow’s going to be a really long day!
RTD: Never speak about it out loud. 

A big “thank you!!” to everyone who shares set photos

Additional parts of this photoset: [ one ] [ two ] [ three ] [ four ] [ six ] [ seven ]
The rest of the behind-the-scenes photosets are available [ here ]

The livestream kept dropping out and now I know what a pararibulitis attack feels like because my heart stopped several times (though sincere gratitude to sharkcats​ for literally saving my life on this front). But here are some things I’m thinking about this episode, sweet jesus dicks in my mouth, what a wild fucking ride and a half that was.

  • I screeched at the screen when Silas was trying to lie to his mother. Even with the very existence of Wendimoor at stake, he couldn’t bring himself to say that he’d killed his beloved. He said that Pantos tripped on a rock and his head exploded which wow, there’s being a bad liar and there’s being Silas. And “there’s no such thing as Dirk Gently” is excellent because it suggests that the prophecy knows who Dirk truly is. It didn’t tell them to find Svlad Cjelli. It didn’t tell them to find Project Icarus. It told them to find Dirk. But I love Silas and would happily fight someone to protect him.
  • Within ten seconds Dirk and Todd are fighting over Mona, and within ten minutes Todd’s being demoted over Mona. It’s hilarious, but also super-ominous. I don’t think Max is going to go for the whole love triangle cliche but still, why wouldn’t Todd be stressed and intimidated by the sudden introduction of a childhood friend who has the same experiences as Dirk? Who maybe understands Dirk in a way that Todd never could?
  • Why was Todd asking for a phone call at the police station? Who the fuck was he going to call?
  • … what if he was going to panic and call Estevez though.
  • “This is easily the best interaction with a police officer I’ve ever had” yes Dirk, because the other two died.
  • Dirk in handcuffs after being free for a fraction of a second. Presented without comment.
  • Dirk saying “I love you” for the first time on screen. Also presented without comment.
  • It’s highly likely that Todd’s “I need you to help me find Amanda” and “we’re all being punished” is going to be the start of Dirk’s existential hellspiral into holistic anxiety and depression and rewatching this episode in a few weeks time is going to be very painful.
  • I appreciate how relatable Susie was for the majority of the episode because it really hammers home how utterly human she is, and I feel like that’s going to be one of the most tragic parts of her character. She does some housework, fixes her hair and produces a metric fucktonne of money and literally all of us would do the same. It’s a fundamentally comprehensible thing that she does. She finally responds to her son in the way we all wanted her to respond. She’s one of us until the precise moment when she’s not.
  • I did not at all enjoy seeing Amanda covered in blood. I did enjoy seeing her and Vogel continue their road trip. And Vogel baby, I know you’re missing your older brothers but you’re plenty scary enough by yourself if you need to be. Please never change.
  • Dirk has a colourful jacket again and it’s not what he would’ve chosen for himself, sure. But he’s wearing a mutant hybrid of his Blackwing uniform and a gift given to him out of the kindness of Hobbs’ heart and that’s probably a very good representation of where he’s currently sitting emotionally. He’s just gained two new friends on top of getting two old ones back and therefore he doesn’t care as much that he’s still marked on his jumpsuit as government property.
  • “A government prison for psychics” is Blackwing in a nutshell though, I don’t give a single solitary shit how good Riggins thought it would be.
  • Ken had one scene and literally stole the entire episode. Much in the same way that he hopefully steals Blackwing. But I’m hoping that in the same way Amanda can virtually throw Vogel at people who piss her off, it’ll turn out that Ken can throw the rest of the Rowdies in the direction of the CIA and watch as they wreak havoc.
  • So I’m assuming that if Priest hadn’t turned up, Martin could’ve just… killed Friedkin? Flat-out murdered him? Is this a thing that was going to happen on-screen?
  • The entire fucking scene with Friedkin and Priest. I just. I don’t have words to describe how much I adored their dynamic in a hideously villainous, entirely magnetic kind of way. Friedkin was so shaken up after Martin fed on him, much in the same way that he was shaken up after being attacked by the Rowdy 3 in Very Erectus, and he instigated the conflict both times and fully deserves all of the trouble he’s in but it explains so damn much about why he’s doing what he’s doing.
  • Priest was responsible for bringing in thirty of the original forty-two subjects and I’m willing to bet cold hard dirty cash that he captured Martin, Gripps and Cross (and can you imagine how traumatizing it would’ve been if he captured a much younger Vogel too). He knew how to deal with Martin. He’s so confident in his ability to inflict violence that he can say to Friedkin “ethics is not a priority” and “I’m no good” because he knows damn well that Friedkin’s shaken up enough that he’s susceptible to someone more forceful (and I’m down for a power struggle between Priest and Ken over ultimately control of Blackwing).
  • It’s unlikely as all hell but christ, what if Priest was the one to collect Dirk during Blackwing Mark I? How terrifying would that be for a small child? Where is this angst fest?
  • Boy oh boy, “I’m just a gun, Friedkin… I don’t do anything unless you pull the trigger” is a hilarious counterpoint to “don’t take the shot” because Friedkin saw his shot to be in charge… took the shot… and now he’s so far out of his depth that it’s not even funny. I don’t know what the moral of the story is here beyond “some shots just shouldn’t be taken”.
  • The Lux Dujour poster on the wall like surprise bitch, bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.
  • And I’m officially calling it now; Susie used to be a first-class grade-A bitch before the accident. Her now-deceased manager said that the accident was the best thing that happened to her and I know he was an asshole, but that doesn’t mean that he couldn’t be right about this. Her son said that he’s not scared of her any more. Her new behaviour is different enough that her husband is commenting on it with “none of it is going to fix what happened… you can’t change who you really are”. I’m thinking that if the accident wasn’t her fault, it was at least some sort of cosmic retribution. And I don’t know how i feel about the whole disability-as-karma trope but I’m also willing to give Max the benefit of the doubt and see where they’re going with it.
  • But speaking of Susie curing her limp. It was utterly heartwarming to see her on the trampoline and it begs the question; could she theoretically cure Todd and Amanda’s pararibulitis? Or could she make it worse? Because lordy may, that could be a clusterfuck and a half if she turns out to be the Bellatrix to the Mage’s Voldemort.
  • That ending rivals the ending of Watkin where Gordon Rimmer beats Sammy’s head in with the guitar. This is a villain coming into their own. This is our introduction to someone with depth and complexity beyond what we’ve been shown so far and it’s chilling because they were so close to being sympathetic in so many ways. “The silence is nice” is going to haunt me for the next week at least, holy shit. The final scene was a literal “kick the dog” moment. Max, no. Max, why.

And I’m going to spend the next week paranoid that the Mage is lurking behind me because of terrifying holistic reasons.

anonymous asked:

Details: johnny is also immortal, but he came through on a very tough day which was his mamas passing. He met jack after getting into a scrape and just followed him around for a long long time. Jack enjoyed the sometimes irritating company and johnny learned from jack how to actually be more mature and becomes more intelligent in the future but he's still a few screws short and dorky. Years pass and they become a team but johnny tries his best to help jack and his mental issues.


It was a week today that his mama passed away. Johnny hadn’t left the house since returning home from the funeral. Susie and Carl tried time and time again to get him to come outside. 

“Johnny? Open the door,” Susie said, giving the brass door a gentle knock.

“Come on, Johnny” Carl added. “You remember Lori, right? The really cute redhead at the diner? Even shes worried and she gave me her number for you!”

Silence.

Susie hung her head. “Let’s face it, hes not coming out.”

The door unlocked, and both friends looked up with worry in their eyes. Johnny didn’t show his face, but instead stuck his hand out the doorway and pointed to the road. “Get outta here,” he said harshly. “I don’t want you guys around anymore.”

Another week passed. Johnny was getting ready to leave the house to go grocery shopping. He walked past the kitchen, pausing to stare at his mama’s favorite coffee mug still on the table. He took in a shaky breath, wiped his eyes with his hands and hurried out the door. Johnny walked down the street with his hands tucked away in his pockets. His mind and heart were heavy, and he failed to notice the small group of men loitering near the store.

He bumped into the tallest one with a grunt, shooting a glare at the leather-clad man. “Oh, if it ain’t Bravo. You know, I still ain’t forgot about you makin’ a pass at my girl.” The man sneered, shoving Johnny hard against the brick wall. “What would yer mama think, huh?”

“Shes dead,” Johnny muttered, lifting his shades to stare coldly at the brown-haired man. “What she thinks doesn’t matter anymore!” He swung his fist back, punching the man hard in his face. His head snapped back, and he let go of him to grab his own face, blood dripping from his nose. “Get him! Kill that son of a bitch!”

Johnny was more than ready to fight, but someone grabbed him by his shoulder and spun him around. He blinked dumbly, staring at the back of a man wearing strange clothes. His hair was pulled in a topknot, and his fists were raised. Before he could question what the heck was going on, the man took down all four of the thugs with little effort. “Are you alright?” He asked, turning around to face Johnny with a kind smile.

Johnny fell to his knees. He hadn’t cried in so long, and now everything was hitting him all at once. His eyes grew misty. “No,” he whispered in a broken voice, tears falling down his cheeks.

The man’s expression softened. “I’m sorry I did not get here sooner.” He said somberly, placing his hand on Johnny’s shoulder. “Perhaps we can discuss what’s troubling you over tea?”

Johnny nodded.

Since that fateful day, Johnny stuck by close to the man who introduced himself as Jack. Jack didn’t mind his company, in fact he welcomed it. Through a strange stroke of luck, the pair found an inter-dimensional portal tucked away in Johnny’s world and, since Johnny had nothing left in his hometown, he went with Jack. The only thing he left behind was his little black book, which he laid at Susie’s door with a message inside, ‘Bye kid, it was nice knowin’ ya. Don’t worry about me, I ain’t dead. I’m just going somewhere else. Take care.’ - JB

Fifty years passed since Johnny left. He no longer wore his hair in a pompadour, mainly because the future didn’t have his favorite hair care products and he refused to use anything else. His hair reached well past his shoulders, and he kept it pulled back with a loose leather tie. He had gotten more mature over the years, but he still managed to catch Jack off guard with his usual dorky antics, something the samurai grew to appreciate. They fought together, vanquishing evil and freeing the innocent from the hands of Aku. 

Unfortunately, Jack’s sanity faded fast. Aku’s grasp was still tight on his mind. He’d wake up in the night screaming and crying, digging his nails in his arms until blood ran down his skin. Johnny was always there to wake him up, and he’d bandage his arms without so much as a single word. Those nights were often the worst because Jack always looked at Johnny with such an aching loss that it hurt him. 

“Jack? I know it don’t mean much,” Johnny said one night, holding onto Jack’s hand gently. “But ya ain’t gonna be alone in this. I’m gonna see through this with ya to the end.”

Jack smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. “Thank you. That is one of the many reasons why I love you, Johnny. You’re always … here for me.”

“Always and forever, babe.” He lowered his shades and winked, causing the older man’s smile to brighten and he laid his head in his lap. Johnny stroked his hair until he dozed off, the blonde smiling from the sight of his samurai looking so peaceful in his light slumber. “I promise.”

final words from victims’ families

“Feel the presence and the warmth! Feel it! Feel the Spirit! Feel the awesome power of the Holy Spirit! Feel it! It flows! You don’t have to look at me, but I see that Spirit. I want you to think about that as I forgive you, You are just a body being used! I forgive you! It makes us feel good, I know you don’t understand that. Understand that as you have been judged - know that you have an opportunity to ask for forgiveness. I hear you breathing all the way over here, speak to that spirit inside of you. Know that God will forgive you.”

- Daniel Simmons, Jr son of Rev. Daniel Simmons

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In This Tunnel, There is but One Light (Final Part)

[submitted by: @omsrandom]

Perhaps… perhaps his fate was honestly the worst. He knew from day one there had been a very high chance that he’d outlive Norman and Joey. But Sammy? Susie? Wally? His precious Dianne? It made him want to cry. Oh, don’t get him wrong, the past eleven years had been a joy, even if the first year or so was numb. The Toons adored having someone living full-time with them again, but they could see it on him as the last few years begun to set it. He could tell, because Bendy was starting to act more distant, less like the prankster he was. Boris was clingy and almost never left his Creator’s side. Alice was over helpful, often taking papers even when he didn’t need help.

At first, it was a little endearing, but as the weeks passed, the feeling quickly fled when they tried to get him to stop drawing. He put a stop to that quickly, but he knew everyone would be watching him closely. “Stanley, Stephen, do you know why I called you in here?” He asked them one day when they were in his office, well aware of the toons’s eyes on him.

“Studio Business, right?” Stanley asked.

“Yes. Or, rather, Studio Succession. Joey Drew named me owner upon his passing, but for a while there, we all thought in some way we would have been left, well, leaderless. I don’t want to do that to these guys.”

“Uncle Henry?” Stephen questioned, face filled with concern. “Are you alright?”

“No, Stephen.” he sighed. “I’ve never been alright. I’m old, and tired. I know I don’t have much longer,” Boris burrowed his head into Henry’s side at this, making the old man smile slightly and pet him. “Which is why when I finally go, you two will be in charge. You grew up with the Toons, and both of you are doing so brilliant as department heads. It’s without a doubt you two can take over my place.”

“I… Henry, we…” Stanley shared a look with his twin and they went around the desk, hugging the man they considered to be an uncle. They broke at the same time, crying into his tweed jacket as Alice and Bendy also enveloped him into a hug. A hug none of them wanted to end.

Weeks passed, and on day, he walked into the studio, eyes narrowing at how quiet it seemed. “Joey?” He called out before frowning. Why did that seem wrong? There was pitterpatter and a black, faceless entity was in front of him.

Bendy, get back here!” A familiar voice called. Joey Drew rounded the corner, and stopped behind the faceless blob. “Oh, hello there Henry.”

“Joey, what is that?” He found himself asking, unable to shake off the deja vu.

“It’s Bendy! I made him this weekend. Isn’t he lovely?” The old man asked, hands clasped and head tilted towards his creation.

“What do you mean yo-?” He cut himself off, looking around. “This is too familiar.”

“Hah, I was wondering when you’d point it out,” Joey chuckled, breaking character as well. “For lack of better words, you’re dead, and this is, well, Heaven.”

“But you sold your soul?”

“I did,” Joey confirmed. “But apparently that only takes place if I passed a line.” There was an awkward pause as the black body disappeared.

“Is… is everyone else…?”

“Oh, they’re about.” Joey answered, waving a hand around to motion to the studio, which looked exactly how it had been when Joey ran it. “I think you should go to your desk, however. There’s a present for you there.”

Frowning in confusion, Henry watched his old boss start to walk away before heading towards his old workstation, freezing at the sight that greeted him.

There Dianne sat, no more greys in her hair and laugh lines gone from her face. Her green eyes sparkled in both joy and grief as she threw herself at him, arms locking around his neck. Immediately, he buried his face into her neck and twirled her, stopping only just to start shaking and sobbing.

I’m sorry.

—-

((And that’s the final bit.))


((wow this fic has just been pain pain and more pain, and to nobody’s surprise i fucking cried so damn hard when he finally died and met joey again, the reference to when he first met bendy was just icing on the fucking cake there. and then dianne… lskdjfslkdjflskjdf. that shit fucks me up in the best way oh my god. the tears are real. this whole fic is a fucking masterpiece, thank you so much for writing it ; o ;))

part one || part two

The livestream kept cutting out due to shoddy Australian internet (curse you, Malcolm Turnbull) but I honestly lost track of the number of times Dirk was tempting fate? Saying the universe doesn’t work a certain way only for the universe to actually come through when he least expected or wanted it?

  • I never thought one of my fondest wishes would be for Dirk to be able to finish a diner meal without something needlessly dramatic happening, and yet. Please. Let him drink a milkshake or eat some pancakes without getting metaphorically twatted in the face by the cosmos. He’s useless as a detective if he’s malnourished and sleep-deprived, lordy may.
  • “I stopped existing a while ago” is morbidly funny, but even then I just wanted to cry. Psychic vampire banter at its best and most heartbreaking. But at least there’s light down there, because I’d been having nightmare visions of them all spending two months in complete darkness and silence and it was doing a number on my personal sanity.
  • I know that we’d already established Susie’s villain status but christ, selling out her own son to the police and then trying to use him as an excuse to not kill someone is some pretty brutal whiplash. “But what if someone gets hurt” isn’t going to fool anyone, Susie. You’re attractive but also you killed a dog and also some people so eh, please leave town now.
  • Dirk trading away police evidence for the #aesthetic is the most hilarious thing ever, but also can we please have a minute silence for the loss of the collarbone shirt. Samuel Barnett looked fine as hell in it. I’m going to miss it deeply. The end of an era. Let the mourning begin. Get the twitter trend happening.
  • Collarbones.
  • I didn’t like Todd agreeing with Dirk when he called his powers “stupid flighty bullshit” but I’m willing to cut them both a bit of slack, it’s been a long and stressful week, there are dead bodies everywhere. But this is a version of Dirk Gently that I can imagine standing on the roof screaming “you utter bastard” while shaking his fist at the night sky (like in the novels). It’s a tragic development.
  • Why am I so charmed by Panto calling her “Bartine” though?
  • Farah’s phone has to be bugged. It’s the only thing that makes sense with this particular storyline.
  • I’m assuming that the water cleaned Amanda’s face because she’s suddenly 35% less eyeliner and it’s taking a while for me to come to terms with being able to see her face again. Her “I am the consciousness?” conversation sounded like it should’ve been taking place when they were both getting stoned after a first-year college philosophy class. She’s trying to roll with the punches but they just won’t fucking stop coming.
  • … but also the Moloch symbol was clearly visible and I’m now a deeply concerned bean. Does this mean that Bergsberg is in danger? Wendimoor? Blackwing? What has been woken?
  • … but also I’m here for Amanda being the new Forest Witch.
  • I fully understand why Panto is beginning to crack, even if I’m worried about what it means for the holistic detective squad. He’s in a world he doesn’t understand, with people who have locked him up, trying his best to save his world even when it’s full of people who want him dead. His only friend is a piranha in the stream of creation. This has been a rough week for him, all things considered. He and Bart need a million more doughnuts and another dance party.
  • Dirk’s impression of himself was simultaneously the best and the worst thing ever, and we already know that his current accent isn’t the one he was born with so I’m assuming that it took a long time to develop from 1940s Gay British Pantomime to what he has now. But oh hello cracks, you keep getting bigger and bigger and I keep getting more and more worried. Is he sleeping yet? Eating properly?
  • The boy confirming that “at first the dreams were a gift” makes me so much more suspicious of Mona. I still adore her but the actress confirmed that the character is easily manipulated and I’m wondering whether she’s acting of her own accord or if she’s serving a higher purpose.
  • Hobbs’ concerned face when they were loading the boy into the ambulance was pure enough to cure cancer and also world hunger. Why can’t I just like assholes? Why do I always fall for the nice ones?
  • Someone needs to do a video edit of the Rowdy 3 coming through the portal set to The Boys Are Back In Town.
  • The fact that the Mage was so out of his depth in the scene with the wall mural throws out a lot of my previous theories? He looked threatened and actually scared and I’m not sympathetic in the slightest because he’s the major villain of the season. But I hate it when villains are unsettled because it always makes them 100% less predictable and more dangerous. That’s the exact opposite of what I wanted.
  • “I wanna fuck everybody here” oh man, I have never related so much to a single line in my entire life, how are they all so dang attractive?
  • And that’s why it was important that Hobbs deputized Farah, because he’s going to be out of commission for a few episodes (living in denial is a blast and a half, I can highly recommend it) and Farah’s finally going to show the world what she’s made of. Which is sugar and spice and fucking guns.
  • Rule one of questing, you guys: DON’T SPLIT THE FUCKING PARTY. Have none of you played Dungeons & Dragons?
  • I adored the Todd/Farah interactions and I’ll fight anyone to defend them.
  • Dirk on the dance floor looked like a cat having static balloons rubbed all over it, he was that uncomfortable. But also that conversation on the dancefloor was like someone went onto AO3 and pulled out everything we ever wanted, it was so nice to see them all having a nice time even if it took actual fucking sorcery to get them there. Max confirmed that it was indeed a love spell and oh, you beautiful tropical fish, it’s almost enough to make up for that final scene.
  • You could tattoo “it’s a lot of moving pieces and I’m getting overwhelmed” to my face and I’d thank you at this stage. But I’m fully here for Farah trying to explain away the boy’s violence with “he’s had a traumatic time” and Dirk rolling his eyes so hard they could be seen from space. Dirk’s had a lifetime of experimentation and trauma and christ, his coping mechanisms aren’t the best but you don’t see him trying to strangle anyone. Give the sunshine bean some more credit, guys.

The only thing giving me comfort right now is the thought of Friedkin’s face when he discovers that yet more subjects have disappeared into thin air.

Get wrecked, Friedkin. You weren’t even in that episode and I’m pissed at you.

The Smoking Gun

Today, bethgreenewarriorprincess received some interesting information from an anon, and we looked it over in GE (her, myself, juicypapeach, and kjs12345).

(Here is the Making of 5x08 video: X).

We investigated and found some stuff you will all be interested in. Due to the clips being 5x08, I put them under a read more, as I know they can be upsetting for some people. For reference, please read these two metas: X and X.

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#Supernatural TippiTV Recap: 10-20 “Angel Heart”

Previously on Supernatural:

Castiel took over some family man named Jimmy Novak and ruined his vocal cords forever. Unable to share much screen time with Dean some years later, Castiel decided to look into having his own storyline and popped back into Jimmy’s daughter’s life.

Currently on Supernatural:

Amelia, who is Jimmy’s widow even if his body is sort of still alive, has a dream about her husband coming back home to her. She totally remembers his hair wrong, though.

Then again, she was hit so hard by loss that she literally became a different person, so I guess it’s to be expected her memories are different, too.

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Update: Any Four Walls: Little Sister

Also on AO3

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Little Sister

Rose squeezed her eyes shut and crossed her ankles, trying—and failing—to convince herself she didn’t really have to go to the bathroom. The room was dim, but not completely dark, and the soft sounds of people sleeping filled the air. They all sounded so warm, and comfortable, and like they didn’t have to pee. Lucky. Even Tyrra was sound asleep, curled up on her side, face half-buried in the fluffy turian pillow they’d brought from home.

When Rose began to inch toward the edge of the bed, Tyrra reached out a sleepy arm and tried to tuck her back close to her side, but Rose slipped away from her grasp. Without opening her eyes, Tyrra murmured, “Y’okay? Bad dream?”

“No,” Rose whispered. “Bathroom.”

“Want me to come?”

“Go back to sleep, Tyr.”

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