This is for my friend, @texasgal2222, hence why the OFC bears her name!
“John… it’s Teresa. Listen, I need your help. The town I live in; something weird is going on. My husband- never- torn- please? I’d rea- -ppreciate it,”
John listened to the voice mail at least six times and he couldn’t piece together the missing words other than she needed help.
Teresa Bronx was someone he had grown up with. If he were to be honest, Teresa was his first love, but things happened and Teresa moved, not really having a say in that situation.
Then Mary came along and they were married and had Dean and Sam. He honestly thought that he’d never see or hear from Teresa again.
Snapping his phone shut, he pushed his rear off of the Impala and went to the hotel room that he shared with his boys.
They needed to get on this and fast.
Closing the door, we walked by the two twin sized beds, knocking each of the boys’ foot with a tiny bit of force.
Both jumped awake, snorting as they realized that sleep time was over.
“Sorry boys, but we have our next case,”
“Uhgg, what time is it?” Dean asked, squinting at the clock.
“Time to get your tails up,” John replied, sitting at a table with his laptop.
Typing away as Sam and Dean stretched and yawned, John found the place where Teresa had called from.
“What do you have?” Sam asked, plopping down in a chair and rubbing his eyes.
“Got a call from an old friend,” he paused, reading, “looks like Werewolf attacks in… Michigan,”
“That’s about a seven hour trip, Dad,” Dean said.
Looking up at both of his sons, John smiled, “Looks like you best get to packing,”
“Dad, this town isn’t even on the map,” Dean said, from the passenger seat.
“Well, this is where the signal came from, so that is where we are going,”
So far it had been nothing but mountains and flat land. It had seemed like that they weren’t moving.
John immediately slammed on the breaks, scaring the boys.
“Sorry boys, but shut up and look,” John pointed to what was beyond the windshield.
The fog was so thick, so dense that they could barely make out the sign that set on the side of the road.
Dean squinted, leaning forward in his seat, “Welcome to the town of Quaker. Population…. I can’t see the numbers.,”
Slowly, John inched the Impala forward until it had disappeared into the fog.
Some of the thickness had thinned out, but it was still hard to see. Still, John continued to drive at a snails pace.
He sighed with relief when the fog gave way to a quaint little town. It was still overcast, but not nearly as bad.
People were scattered about the town, eating, walking their dogs, window shopping and so on.
Dean tapped John on the arm and pointed to their destination, “Last building on the right,”
John pulled into a parking space and shut the car off. Pulling the keys from the ignition, he began to fumble with them as his nerves became frazzled.
“Dad?” Dean tapped his arm.
“You alright?” he asked.
John cleared his throat and shook his head, “I’m fine son. C'mon, let’s go,”
Dean and Sam shared a look before exiting the vehicle.
Entering the building, the doorbell chimed three times as they each crossed the threshold.
“Hi, can I help you?” A young girl in her mid teens stepped from a back room.
John’s eyes widened at the sight of the girl. She looked so much like Teresa did when she was a teen.
When Dean noticed that John wasn’t speaking up, he gave his father another weird stare and shook his head.
“Yeah. Hey Darlin’. We’re looking for Teresa Bronx. Is she here?”
The teen blushed, then nodded. Holding up a finger, she turned on her heel, “Hey Momma. There’s some men out here that wanna talk to you,”
“On my way, Issie,”
John felt his chest tighten at the sound of Teresa’s voice.
When she came around the corner, wiping her hands on a towel, it seemed like time had frozen.
Teresa looked exactly as he remembered, only her hair was shorter and she wore glasses.
She froze when she spotted him, her blue eyes getting tearful.
“John?” she gasped.
He could feel his own self getting choked up.
She walked faster over to him, hugging him for all she was worth.
“Hey Tere,” he whispered, giving her a squeeze.
“You came,” her voice skipped.
John rubbed her back, continuing to whisper, “Why would you think I wouldn’t?”
“Old memories,” she cried.
John pulled back and cupped her cheeks, “Listen Teresa, that was a long time ago. We were just teens,”
Teresa nodded and gave a watery laugh. She pulled off her glasses and wiped underneath her eyes to rid her face of tears.
“Sorry, it’s been a roller-coaster of emotions lately.” she said.
Dean coughed behind John, making him glance over his shoulder.
The boys looked uncomfortable, but curious as well.
“Teresa, these are my boys, Sam and Dean. Boys, this is Teresa. We grew up together.”
Sam and Dean leaned forward, shaking Teresa’s hand.
“Nice to meet you,” she smiled.
She put her arm around the teen, who seemed to look like she felt out of place, “This is my daughter, Issie,”
She kissed the girls head, “Like John said, we grew up together,”
“Ohh, he’s the one in the photo album at home,”
“Yes he is,”
Issie held her hand out, “Nice to meet you Mr. Winchester,”
“You can call me John, Issie. Nice to meet you too,” he said, shaking her hand gently.
Issie shook Dean and Sam’s hand, getting bashful.
“Please come in. Can I get you all anything?”
At that moment, Dean’s stomach growled. He clutched it, laughing, “Sorry, we’ve not had lunch yet,”
“Oh! Well, let me lock up and we’ll go to the diner across the street,”
While Teresa and Issie were in the restroom, Sam and Dean demanded some answers from their father.
“C'mon Dad, you gotta let us in on this,”
John shrugged his shoulders, “You know everything, Dean.”
Before the conversation became heated, the women returned.
Everyone ordered their food; the silence slightly uncomfortable.
“So why don’t we just cut the chase? Why are we here?” Dean asked, slightly annoyed.
The door chimed, indicating another customer.
“Mom, it’s Baisley. Can I go talk to her?” Issie asked.
Teresa nodded and smiled, “Sure, Iss. I’ll come get you when the food gets here,”
As soon as Issie left the table, Teresa’s smile faded from her face, her eyes becoming hard. “I planned on telling you, just not in front of my daughter. You said you were hungry and what I need help with isn’t suitable for the table,”
“Dean,” John said, looking up from his hands at his oldest.
Dean sighed, “I’m sorry… just hangry, I guess,”
The waitress put the food on the table, getting out of the thick atmosphere quickly.
Teresa sighed, “Let’s just eat and when we go back to the shop, I’ll tell you what this is all about,”
Issie was called back over to the table to eat, making quick work of her meal.
In between bites, she begged to stay the night with her friend, which Teresa granted.
Back at the antique shop once everyone ate and Issie safely with her friend and their parents; it was time to get down to business.
“The curiosity is killing me, Tere. What do you need help with?” John asked, taking off his jacket and placing it on the back of a chair.
Folding her arms, she looked at each Winchester and sighed one dreaded word…
why is the photo with the police woman and the bear a 'cursed image'?
I tried to stay away from the drama surrounding this at the time, so if anyone remembers it better feel free to correct me. a couple years ago there was a kickstarter to turn that image into an animated series called Miss Officer and Mr Truffles about a policewoman and her bear sidekick, which gained a pretty big fan following, but then the tumblr user in charge of it was labeled as problematic because their previous url contained the f-slur. then a rumor started going around that the kickstarter was a scam and everyone working on the series got treated unfairly, but I’m unsure as to whether or not that was true. eventually the whole thing was filed into tumblr’s hypothetical archive of Shit From 2013 That We Don’t Talk About, along with the onceler fandom and the infinite chocolate bar
Putting on his old uniform reminds him of the old days. Raven has to laugh at how inconvenient his attire is now. It’s a walking heat absorber, with his darkened clothes burning up in the sunny areas. Not to mention, his arm also shared the same fate already.
As a result, adjustments had to be made and Raven finds himself never fully buttoning up his coat, letting it expose his chest.
Rena in the meantime, seems to bear a similar path to him. A sword in her hand and bearing the name of a Night Watcher, she stands over him, a serious look embedded in her face. It’s a face almost, if not exactly what Raven made in his past.
Flipping her hair, she turns her head to face Raven, a stern expression visibly shown. “…Raven.”
“Hm?” Raven hums to acknowledge her.
“…My hair. Does it have split ends?” she asks very seriously.
“…You asked that before the mission. I don’t see how it could’ve changed an hour or so later.” Raven reasons.
Rena however, shakes her head. “You know the enemies are too weak but… there’s so much. I think I might’ve gained some this time around.”
“To care so much about your hair when there’s still enemies around…”
As strict as she looks, it seems Rena is not what others see her first impression as. She’s become much more vain and arrogant last time Raven saw her as Trapping Ranger. Perhaps she was always like that though. Being a Night Watcher just helped her express it more visibly.
“I don’t see any.” The Veteran Commander finally concludes, his free hand quickly scouting out the ends for any double edged hairs. Rena sighs in relief.
Raven smiles. Similar appearances yet different personalities…
Pre war Bucky was a gay icon who protected closeted lesbians by picking them up for dates to avoid their parents suspicion and then taking them to hang out with their girlfriends (but staying close enough that he could punch the daylights out of any fucko who tried to harass them). This is canon.
Ozai was never a good father or husband. There was a time before he had picked a favorite, when he prized both of his children, but he always regarded them as things to be used, and saw them as worthy or unworthy because of what they could do for him.
What is hilarious:
Look I have had really long long hair before. Maintaining hair like Ozai’s involves a lengthy and stingent hair care routine. The man spends a lot of time and effort on his lovely lucious hair. It’s clearly very important to him.
What is soul-crushing:
When Ozai had his own children, he swore to himself he wouldn’t repeat his father’s mistakes. He would judge his children as worthy or unworthy based on their merit and not on the order of their birth. It never occurred to him that he shouldn’t be judging his children as worthy or unworthy at all.
What doesn’t work but I don’t care:
Zuko is a duitiful son who ensures that Ozai’s hair and beard care is maintained in prison. He sends a barber into his cell every day to shave him and trim any split ends. Ozai is convinced this is some kind of mockery.
I just finished this beautiful video game called Night in the Woods that I am now absolutely in love with and here is why:
Casual LGBT representation - the protagonist is canonically bisexual (maybe pan!) and is best friends with a gay couple that have very lifelike relationship problems (that have nothing to do with being gay), and the protagonist continually refers to God as “they.” I’m a fan of the ship Maebea, but it’s not openly canon.
Deep talks that are accurate to life - emotions, relationships, beliefs, abuse, mental health, it’s all there and it’s all important.
The CHARACTERS. They are so unbelievably loveable and iconic, and have such a range of emotions and specific reactions to the events in the game that make them all very real as well. They are also all cartoon animals (the protagonist is a cat, and her friends are alligators, bears, and foxes, and her neighborhood includes penguins and raccoons).
There’s a character that just tells you a weak poem every day and has no other real significance but to tell you this poem.
The plot is simultaneously about a cult of ghosts and a
disorder, but more on this later
Good comedy at no one’s expense
Lots and lots of fantastic one-liners
Fantastic graphics, fantastic game mechanics (platforming!! It’s so much fun because there really are no limits. You can walk on the sidewalk or on top of cars or along a powerline, whatever you want)
A+ art style - it utilizes color to set mood and determine setting (or state of consciousness, considering the playable dream sequences left up to interpretation) and even converts to sihlouettes in some places where it’s most chilling to do so. They use the eyes of the characters to show most of the emotions. The music that was chosen for this game is absolutely perfectly placed to get the most out of the storyline.
A+ suspense - the writing is beautiful and compelling. The comic relief is timed perfectly, but I still teared up in multiple chapters of the game. The game starts out where our protagonist just dropped out of college to go back home, and is hanging out with her old friends, but takes a lot of sharp turns to get into a much deeper plot over the little subplots we started. Part of me wonders if the game would change very much if I chose different dialogue options so I may find some playthroughs later, but for now I’d just like to appreciate how smoothly the plot progresses despite how quickly it descends into very deep topics.
It is a long game with a lot of story, but that’s part of what I love. It’s just long enough to be satisfying and I’m still sad I finished it already. Despite complications in the plot as the story continues, it’s very easy to follow. Anything that doesn’t make sense is intentionally confusing to highlight the mindset of the character you’re playing as, and I think that’s the best way to do it.
There is also a lot that they don’t explain, a lot to reveal through theorizing only. I could think about this forever and not come up with every theory to be pulled from this.
One of the topics they keep coming back to is the assumed mental illnesses of the different characters, even the protagonist (I only say “assumed” because they never directly say that the characters have any mental health issues, but the way they talk about their fears and the way they view reality points toward very well-portrayed and lifelike mental illnesses, mainly dissociative and anxiety disorders.)
Nihilistic existential dread (part of what I love about it, but could trigger some dissociation in people who are more sensitive to that kind of thing. Subtly breaks the fourth wall once to talk about how video games are just shapes and will never exist)
P A R A L L E L S
Solid “moral” to take from the story, not even eye-roll-corny
What a beautiful ending
The game is about $20 on steam, but if you can’t afford it or prefer to watch games rather than play them, jacksepticeye has flawless voices for all of the characters and some good theories going so that’s the one I recommend