Accidents Happen (Part 9/?)

Peter Parker x Pregnant!Reader

A/N: Thanks for having patience, loves! Sorry it took so long! Enjoy!

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, violence, blood, general gross bloodiness, etc.

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Well, shit.

You just couldn’t catch a fucking break, could you?

“How the hell can HYDRA hack into FRIDAY?” Peter asked Natasha, pulling his cellphone out of his pocket for the flashlight, as well. “I thought Tony made sure that couldn’t happen.”

“I have no clue.” She shook her head. “Whoever they have is good.” She turned towards the common area, “If you’re going to get May, she’s on the party floor, still. She was playing pool with-”

Natasha was cut off by a large BOOM!

The windows in the building shook – but, luckily, the building was incredibly sturdy.

Natasha swore under her breath, digging in her pocket and handing Peter a comms unit, “Now they’re in. Get moving.”

“What about Aunt May?” You gripped your gun a little tighter, cool metal digging into your palm, “We need to get her to safety.”

“There are a lot of people in the building who will need to be brought to safety.” She shook her head, starting to walk away, “She’ll be fine. Think about yourself, first.”

You turned to Peter, who was biting his lip, “I think we should go get Aunt May and get both of us to safety.”

“No, not you. You should stay here, go back into our room, and lock the door.” He shook his head, releasing his lip from his teeth, “You shouldn’t be running towards the danger. You’re pregnant.”

You huffed in annoyance, “The first place they’d look for me is our bedroom.” You couldn’t stay there. You weren’t trained to fight HYDRA agents, and the building had a security protocol. “The safest place in the tower is Med Bay. It’s made to withstand anything, in case someone is a patient during this type of situation. We need to make sure Aunt May gets there. It’s only a few floors below where the party is, and we can grab her on the way.”

He pondered that for a moment, biting his lip and looking down at your belly. “Okay, fine. But you stay near me the entire time. If it’s bad, you go straight to Med Bay. No arguing about it.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You smiled, taking his hand, “Lead the way.”

You took the stairs, much to your annoyance. The party floor was about six floors down, and you couldn’t take the elevator with the power out. It was kind of terrifying to take the stairwell in the pitch black, with only a flashlight. It reminded you of a horror movie, and you were terrified that you were going to tumble down the stairs.

“Peter,” You stopped about two floors down, clutching the railing. “This is hard enough for me to do in the light. I can’t see my feet, and it’s pitch black.”

“Alright, alright.” He turned, handing you the phone and picking you up, “Just hold on tight.”

Trying to hold onto Peter with the flashlight in one hand, and a gun in the other was no easy feat. It was much easier than trying to master the stairs, though, and you were grateful for a boyfriend who could carry you while in your third trimester of pregnancy. Carrying someone who was 28 weeks pregnant – on top of weight gain – wouldn’t be easy for any other man.

Luckily, your man wasn’t like any other man.

When you reached the platform for the party floor, you could hear yelling and gunshots echoing from behind the door, and could hear it coming from the platforms below.

Setting you down, Peter took the phone from you and put his hands on your shoulders, “Be careful, okay? Please, don’t get hurt.” He moved his hands from your shoulders to your face, “Stay by me, but if something happens… just run for Med Bay, okay? Run, and don’t stop.” He kissed you on the lips once, then pressed his lips to your forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Everything will be fine.” You smiled, pushing the nerves down and laying your free hand over your bump, “I promise: If shit hits the fan, I’ll waddle away quickly.”

He nodded, taking a deep breath, “Okay.” He let you go, turning towards the door and listening for a moment. “Okay. Keep your gun up.”

When he threw open the door, the room was in chaos. HYDRA agents were attacking other SHIELD agents, bodies littered the floor, and there was blood. So much blood. There were lights in the room, but they were flickering off and on from white lights to red – making the blood stand out from the white floors. It really was a horror movie. You were used to blood from being around Med Bay, and from healing Peter, but this was different.

This was violent.

You pushed down a wave of nausea.

Peter grabbed your free hand, pulling you along the walls – away from the fighting. You didn’t see any of the partygoers around the room, just the avengers and a bunch of agents from both sides.

Peter’s hand ripped out of yours, webs shooting from his webslingers as a HYDRA agent stepped in front of him. He webbed him up, then punched him in the face. “Y/n, we have to keep moving.”

You stepped over the unconscious body, holding your free hand under your belly in comfort, “I don’t see May.”

“Let’s check the meeting rooms in the hallways.” He shot out a web at an agent who was trying to sneak up behind Bucky. “They probably hid her in one of them.”

Bucky turned around, seeing the webs on the agent, and turning towards you with a look of shock.

He jogged over - knocking out an agent on the way, with his metal arm. “Your Aunt is in a meeting room with Pepper. Get them in Med Bay. It’s safe, there.” He pulled you behind him to block you as a bullet ricocheted off his arm. “GO!”

You followed Peter, trying not to trip over any bodies or fallen objects with your bare feet. Your adrenaline was running high. Your heart rate was through the roof, and you could feel yourself starting to perspire from nerves and exertion.

Plus, trying to jog without a bra on was really starting to get uncomfortable.

You stopped behind a piano, being forced into a crouch by Peter.

A bullet made a hole, right where your head would have been.

“Okay.” Peter mumbled to himself, looking at you, then around the room. He pulled his long sleeve shirt over his head, exposing the red and blue of his suit. Then, he yanked his sweat pants off, and grabbed his mask and gloves from his pants pocket – slipping them on. “We have to hurry up.”

You nodded, laying a hand on his chest, “Just make sure I don’t get shot, and I’ll make sure I don’t trip and fall.”

He shook his head, “Going to be difficult with your clumsy ass.”

“Shut the hell up, about my ass.” You smiled. “Let’s go.”

You took off running – Peter webbing up HYDRA agents, kicking bodies out of the way, and grabbing you if you slid in anything. You slid to a stop when an agent spotted you and lifted his gun, yelling that he ‘found the target’ in his comms.

You lifted your gun, quickly aimed, and squeezed the trigger.


Blood sprayed from the man’s head, and he dropped to the ground, blood pooling under him. Oh my god. You turned your head as vomit made its way up your esophagus. The burn from the bile made you cough as you painted the white walls with bile. Your nose and eyes were burning, and your hands were shaking.

You just killed another person. That was two people on your list, now.

Hanging out with the Avengers was making you a killer.

“Babe, we have to go.” A warm hand pulled your hair from your face, wiping under your eyes, “It’s not getting any better in here. They keep coming. You need to get out of here.”

“Don’t leave me.” You wiped your mouth with the neck of your shirt, “Not until we have May.”

“I won’t leave you. Come on, it’s just around the corner.”


When you made it into the hallway, the bodies were everywhere. Both HYDRA and SHIELD agents littered the floor, whether they were dead or unconscious. There was one person that you recognized, and that was one of the wealthy men who had attended your shower.

You ran over to the man, checking his throat for a pulse.

“This guy’s alive.” You turned to Peter, “He was at the party. What should we do with him? We can’t just leave him.”

Peter was silent for a moment, then he turned to one of the doors, checking to see if it was unlocked. The doorknob turned, and he threw open the door – dragging the man inside.

There was a small, round, meeting table, and a bunch of chairs in the small conference room. He dragged the unconscious man behind the table, so he couldn’t be seen from the door. “We can leave him here, for now. He’s probably fine. Let’s get May, and get you the fuck off this floor. I don’t like this.”

You ran to the next meeting room, but the door was locked. “Aunt May? You in here?” You knocked on the door.

The door was thrown open, but it wasn’t Aunt May…

It was Michelle and Ned.

“You’re still here?” You asked, in shock. “How are you still here?”

“We were playing pool with Pepper and May, and alarms just started blaring.” Ned had blood spattered on his sweater, and you couldn’t help but think the worst. “It’s not May’s. It’s Pepper’s. She was the first one shot. In the arm, thank god.”

You sagged in relief.

Pepper was shot, you asshole. Why are you relieved?

True, but it wasn’t fatal.

“Y/N! May and Pepper are in here!” He called out from the doorway of a meeting room a few doors down. All three of you ran to where Peter had called to you, and shut the door. Peter was helping Pepper off the floor when he noticed your company, “Ned? Michelle?”

“Yeah, we’re still here.” Michelle rolled her eyes, “Thanks for ditching us, by the way. At your own party.”

“Not now, Michelle.” Ned shook his head, laying a hand on her arm. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

May was holding on to a pale looking Pepper, trying to full her out of the room. “She’s starting to pass out from blood loss. I’m pretty sure the bullet went through her bone.” May’s sweater was tied into a sling, and a chunk had been ripped and was wrapped around the wound. Blood was seeping through the material, and dripping down her pale arm. “Pepper said that Med Bay was the safest place to go?”

“Yes, it’s the safest place in the building.” The baby nudged you in your side, reminding you that you needed to get a fucking move on. “We have to go down two flights of stairs. The stairwell is across from the elevators.”

Michelle went to the other side of Pepper, helping May carry her. “Come on, then.”

You opened the door, and Peter slowly creeped around the corner.

The chaos was still in the main party room. You could hear gunshots, shouting, and groaning coming from the main area around the corner, but you didn’t hear any footsteps of any agents in the hall.

Peter turned to you and nodded, gesturing to follow him.

You quickly – and quietly – made your way towards the dimmer end of the hallway, where the elevator was around the corner. The only sounds coming from your group was the faint groaning of Pepper, and your breathing. The flickering lights were starting to make you nauseous, but you shoved that feeling down and continued to the end of the hall – before Peter put his arm out to stop you, so he could look around the next corner.

He slowly peered around, but immediately backed up. “Shit.” He whispered, “There’s three HYDRA agents, and they have a hostage.” He peered back around the corner, then turned to you. “It’s your mom.”

You gasped, “I thought she left after presents?”

He shook his head, “I don’t know, but they have her. She isn’t conscious.”

You frowned, “Can we get her without the chance of them killing her?”

“I think so.” He moved his hand up, trying to stay as far behind the wall as possible to not be seen.

Then, he shot out some webs, and you could hear the grunts of the agents. “Shit, one of them has a comms unit in.” Peter turned back to the group, “He just told more agents that I’m back here, so you guys need to get moving. Go, now, I’ll catch up.”

The rest of the group took off – Ned grabbing your mom, and dragging her along with them towards the stairwell.

You stayed behind, worried. “Be careful, okay?”

He pulled his mask up, kissing you quickly. He had a small smile on his face, “You worry too much.”

“Coming from the biggest worrier on the planet.” You moved your free hand up to his jaw, rubbing your thumb along his red cheek, “I’m serious. Come back in one piece. This baby needs both parents alive.”

“‘Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.’ Lao Tzu.”

“You’re such a sap. You’re finally catching up to my level on the quotes, though.” You used your hand to pull his mask back down, “Now, be careful.”

He gave you a small salute, taking off down the hallway towards the fight.

You turned, glancing around at the dimly lit corridor. The coast was clear, so you ran towards the ‘EXIT’ door to the stairwell, but when you threw the door open, you were blocked by a large man on the platform.

You sucked in a breath, frightened, and tried to shoot your gun. He was faster, knocking the gun from your hand with a slap.

“I wouldn’t try that, if I were you.” The man smirked, stepping out into the hallway. He was huge. He took up the entire doorway, and almost had to duck as he stepped through the opening. He reminded you of that giant fucker from Game of Thrones… The Mountain!

“Please. I’m pregnant.” You backed away, slowly. “I just want to get to safety.”

He frowned, noticing your belly that was stretching Peter’s shirt. “Little young, aren’t we?”

Seriously, asshole?

You used his staring as a distraction, kicking him between the legs as hard as you could. He wasn’t expecting it, doubling over in pain – and you used that to your advantage, kicking him in the head twice. He fell to the ground, groaning.

Thank god that worked!

You ran towards the open doorway, running into the pitch-black stairwell. Shit. You couldn’t see the stairs. You dug into the pocket of your shorts for your phone, but realized with a groan that it was on your nightstand.

Your watch!

You had forgotten that you were even wearing it. It was solar charged, so it was at full battery.

You quickly found the flashlight and shined it at the stairs, but before you could take a step, you felt a hand clamp tightly around your ankle, pulling hard.

A shriek escaped your lips as you felt your balance falter. You tried to grab on to the railing, but it was no use. You turned your body quickly, so you fell on your side, hitting the platform with a pained grunt. The man was trying to drag you back through the doorway, practically growling.

“No! Help!” You screamed, voice ringing through the stairwell. “Let go of me!”

You kicked and thrashed, trying to escape his hold.  

He was too strong.

In that moment, a flash of something caught your eye. The flashlight on your watch had reflected off something next to the doorframe.


You reached over, fingers barely brushing it. The man yanked you closer to him, his body half covering yours in an attempt to pin you down, but he didn’t realize that it brought you closer to the gun. You cried out as your knee twisted funny under his shin, but you dove for the gun, gripping the smooth metal in relief.

You brought the gun between his eyes, and squeezed the trigger so many times it, emptied the clip.

His body jolted every time you squeezed the trigger.

The gunshots were deafening.

Your ears were ringing, and you couldn’t hear your own screams as the man’s blood sprayed across your face and chest, soaking your tee shirt.

He slumped on top of you, pinning you to the floor with his – literal – deadweight. THE BABY. He’s squishing the baby! You pushed against his shoulders as hard as you could, trying to shuffle your body out from under his. It took a few tries, but you were able to roll him to the side enough to get his upper-half of his body away from yours.

The hysterics were starting to bubble up to the surface, and your breath was starting to get shallower. Tears were mixing with the blood on your face, leaving hot trails down to your chin, and dripping to your soiled shirt.

You scrambled backwards, pulling yourself over to the wall by the stairs until your back reached the cool surface. You couldn’t look away from the body, watching the blood pool on the floor and spread towards the edge of the platform.

There was a large hole in the back of his head, causing you to gag in disgust. His dark hair was matted down with blood and chunks, and you felt your body becoming cold and numb as you continued to stare.

You killed this man. You ended his life. You ended another human being’s life.

You’ve killed three people.

But he was trying to hurt you. You could have incapacitated him! You could have shot him in the chest, so he had a chance to live! But he was HYDRA. That’s not an excuse to end another human being’s life! You’re arguing with yourself, Y/n. You have a baby to think about. Get fucking moving.

Shit. You were right.

You took a shuddering breath, committing his face to memory, and tried to stand.

A sob escaped as pain shot down your leg – from your knee to your ankle. Shit, is it really bad? You couldn’t be sure without healing it, but you didn’t want to hurt the baby.

You threw yourself forward, using the railing as you limped down the stairs, hands slipping from the blood that was covering them. Every step was worse than the next. The pain was so intense in your knee, that you could feel yourself going into shock.

Or it was shock from shooting that HYDRA agent. That makes three, Y/n. You’re a murderer.

You stopped after only one flight of stairs. “Just one more, Y/n. Come on. Just one more.” You shuddered, and your knee started to grow hot.

SHIT! Your body was healing itself.

“No, no, no!” You tried to concentrate – willing your body to stop, but you had no idea how to stop it. You prayed that the baby was going to be okay.

When the burning of your knee was just a familiar warmth – you gripped the railing, hauling yourself up to attempt to stand, again.

Your knee felt totally fine, again.

You practically jumped down the last flight of stairs, abruptly stopping in front of the door and yanking it open.

You were met with bright lights, and an empty containment area.

Part of the protocol was going through a safety checkpoint before being granted access to the Medical Floor.

“Get down on your knees!” Someone yelled through a speaker, “Put your hands behind your head!”

You fell to your knees, hands raising in the air.

“State your full name!”

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n.” You panted out, exhaustion taking over your body. “Please, I’m 28 weeks pregnant.”

You were met with silence, and you felt your arms start to droop. You were about to pass out, if they didn’t come get you fast.

The door in front of you was thrown open, and you were met with a battered Aunt May, and Ed from security.

“Oh, thank god.” Aunt May fell to the floor and wrapped her arms around you before you could slide down completely. “Honey, I’m so happy you’re safe. I looked back and you weren’t there.”

You couldn’t feel anything. You were starting to go numb. You shook the fog from your head, shaking as a stretcher was brought into the containment area. “I shot the agent in the head. He fell on me. I fell. We need to check the baby.” Your speech was starting to get slurred, and your vision was going blurry. “I’m going into shock.”

May helped you lay on the stretcher - moving the pieces of hair that fell from your bun, away from your forehead, “Just rest, okay? You’re safe, now.”

You closed your eyes, and let exhaustion consume you.

“The baby is completely fine.” An ultrasound tech was moving the wand around your exposed belly, and the echo of your baby’s heartbeat filled the room.

“So that’s what an ultrasound looks like.” Ned gasped from next to your head, “Neat.”

Michelle was holding your hand on the other side, staring up at the screen. “The baby looks like an alien.”

“I’ll have Dr. Cho come in, in a few minutes.” The guy got up from his chair, shutting off the machine and rolling it out.

“Did you tell your parents?” You asked the both of them, “I’m sure it was all over the news.”

“My phone was on the pool table.” Michelle shrugged, “I have no idea if they saw, or not.”

“I texted my parents that I was safe, and would call them when the lock down is over.” Ned sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “They were freaking out.”

Aunt May came in before you could say anything, “Any word?”

“No. Nobody has come by, yet, to tell me anything.” You bit your lip, tears pricking at your eyes.

You were waiting on word from Peter.

None of the Avengers were in the Med Bay area, yet, and you were concerned. The HYDRA agents were all taken care of, an hour previous, and you’d been sitting there without any knowledge about your boyfriend – or any of your friends. You didn’t know if any of them were alive or hurt.

“I’ll go see what I can find out.” Aunt May left the room, walking over to the nurse’s station, pulling her borrowed hoodie tighter around her ripped party dress.

You looked down at your belly, where your kid was dancing away.

Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s okay. He has to be.

It was four hours.

Four LONG hours, before the lockdown was lifted.

You burst from your room, demanding somebody give you an update on where your boyfriend was.

“I will burn this goddamn tower to the fucking ground if someone doesn’t tell me where the fuck my boyfriend is!” You yelled at the security guys, “I’m 28 weeks pregnant. I’m tired, sore, hungry, and worried sick about my GODDAMN BOYFRIEND! Someone fucking call Tony and let him know that I’ll put his DICK in a fucking BLENDER if I don’t get an update, soon!” You threw your hands up in the air in frustration, “Better yet, call Steve, and tell him the same fucking thing! Call them all!”

You started pacing – holding your lower back with one hand, and ripping your hand through your hair in frustration with the other. “Where the fuck are they?”

“I don’t appreciate threats being made about my dick from a sixteen-year-old, thank you very much.” Tony’s voice came from behind you. He looked terrible. “Come on, we need to talk.”

You didn’t like the sound of that.

You followed him to a conference room, over by the offices for Dr. Cho and her staff. All of the Avengers, your mom, Aunt May, Michelle, and Ned were standing around in the room – looking dirty and exhausted.

Your heart dropped.

There was no red and blue suit in the room.

“Where the fuck is Peter, Tony?” You stopped under the door frame, not wanting to go in any further. “Is my boyfriend alive?”

“Y/n. Sit down. We need to talk to you. All of you.” Natasha came over, ushering you into a chair.

You let her. You couldn’t concentrate hard enough on walking. Your nerves were fried.

“Where is my nephew?” Aunt May had her arms crossed, glaring at Tony. “Where is he, Tony?”

Clint dropped some objects on the table with a thud.

It was ripped red and blue sleeves, crushed webslingers, a crushed watch, and a note.

“Peter’s been taken.” Tony wouldn’t look at anyone, he only stared at the objects in front of him. “By your father.”

The note was from your father.

Hello, baby girl. Did you miss Daddy?

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Jack, Boats, Water, and Flood imagery: Is Jack like Noah?

So there has been much meta about Cas and water, and 13x1 was chock full of things related to water. However, what I want to focus on is how hand in hand with the water references are the boat references.

The Book of Enoch and Noah and Jack

This is important to me due to this post I wrote about Jack. To summerise; there is an ancient Hebraic text called The Book of Enoch where this guy (Enoch) is shown this huge war between Michael’s angels and Lucifer’s fallen angels through these portals which appear. Enoch is told that this war is going on because all Lucifer’s angels created Nephilim and did other bad stuff and now the Nephilim and bad angels were ruining the planet. Enoch is told that this may occur on earth in the future. So at the end of this text Enoch’s son comes to him and says he has a new grandson who seems angelic and he fears the child might be a Nephilim and here is that passage;

‘And after some days my son Methuselah took a wife for his son Lamech, and she became pregnant by him and bore a son. And his body was white as snow and red as the blooming of a rose, and the hair of his head †and his long locks were white as wool, and his eyes beautiful. And when he opened his eyes, he lighted up the whole house like the sun, and the whole house was very bright. […] And his father Lamech was afraid of him and fled, and came to his father Methuselah. And he said unto him: ‘I have begotten a strange son, diverse from and unlike man, and resembling the sons of the God of heaven [i.e. angels]; and his nature is different and he is not like us, and his eyes are as the rays of the sun, and his countenance is glorious. And it seems to me that he is not sprung from me but from the angels, and I fear that in his days a wonder may be wrought on the earth. And now, my father, I am here to petition thee and implore thee that thou mayest go to Enoch, our father, and learn from him the truth, for his dwelling-place is amongst the angels. […] And I, Enoch, answered and said unto him: ‘The Lord will do a new thing on the earth, and this I have already seen in a vision, and make known to thee that in the generation of my father Jared some of the angels of heaven transgressed the word of the Lord. And behold they commit sin and transgress the law, and have united themselves with women and commit sin with them, and have married some of them, and have begot children by them. And they shall produce on the earth giants not according to the spirit, but according to the flesh, and there shall be a great punishment on the earth, and the earth shall be cleansed from all impurity. Yea, there shall come a great destruction over the whole earth, and there shall be a deluge and a great destruction for one year. And this son who has been born unto you shall be left on the earth, and his three children shall be saved with him: when all mankind that are on the earth shall die [he and his sons shall be saved]. And now make known to thy son Lamech that he who has been born is in truth his son, and call his name Noah; for he shall be left to you, and he and his sons shall be saved from the destruction, which shall come upon the earth on account of all the sin and all the unrighteousness, which shall be consummated on the earth in his days. And after that there shall be still more unrighteousness than that which was first consummated on the earth; for I know the mysteries of the holy ones; for He, the Lord, has showed me and informed me, and I have read (them) in the heavenly tablets.’

 So this son who is born who seems like a Nephilim is actually not and will be the saviour of the earth after God hits ctrl/alt/delete and floods the earth ruined by men and Lucifer’s angels. I think this discussion is highly relevant because in 13x1 all the angels shown were portrayed as adversaries to Sam and Dean. We also know that over in the portal world there is a huge fight between the groups of angels and Michael is about to come onto the scene probably causing more fighting. So we are nearing this world through Enoch’s portal in SPN. And Jack obviously will play a role in this, and like Lamech we don’t know yet whether he is like the evil nephilim created by Lucifer’s angels or if he will be good and save everyone, i.e. be like Noah saving everyone in Genesis. 

So I wrote that post back in early summer and have been waiting for this first episode to see if Jack is going to be linked to Noah. So I watched 13x1 looking for flood and boat and water references and I found a few. These might be a little far-fetched… but oh well. This is one interpretation and I really think due to the obvious similarities between SPN and The Book of Enoch that this is relevant. 

Jack and Pirates and Nautical Imagery

So evidently this first episode and 12x23 are set by a lake, but in this episode it moves from being about water into also being about boats and ships. Stumbling upon Pirate Pete’s Jolly Treats is the first instance of this. The place is decorated with everything nautical including the uniform of the workers. It is also a reminder that ‘Jack’ is a very pirate-like name. Most famously there was Calico Jack (named because he wore a lot of calico apparently). Fun fact, Calico Jack’s fellow shipmate was the person who apaz designed the Jolly Rodger (the flag with a skull and two crossed swords).

Also, ‘Jack’ is the name of a flag flown by a vessel at sea from the jackstaff, hence why people sometimes call the British Union Flag the Union Jack. So his name is nautical in that it is a well known name of Calico Jack and of course Captain Jack Sparrow and also it means a flag flown from a ship. So his name is like doubly nautical. 

Anyway, here are some screen caps to highlight quite how boat filled this episode was;

(apologies for the play signs in the middle of these screen caps)

We have to remember that sets take a long time to make. And just the sheer amount of boat related stuff in every shot inside here is pretty intense. 

We also see a boat in the same frame as Jack;

We also see these boats when Sam and Dean leave Pirate Pete’s. They are clearly shown and framed in the shot. I mean, they’re leaving a pirate themed food store and driving past at least 4 frikkin boats…. the nautical theme is just very in your face.

Another thing I noticed was that the camera focused on a boat over in the lake before panning towards the impala;

Then of course there was the shot of Jack holding the water and looking at it in confusion, tipping it from side to side to make the water move within it. He didn’t just hold the bottle, he moved the water symbolising not just still water but moving water like a flood.

(Also what is interesting about screen cap is that you can see Jack’s jacket. The amazing @tinkdw wrote in this post that ‘Though, and this could be totally random, his jacket is also very reminiscent of my Early Civilisations class where I studied early Mesopotamia and the emergence of the Mediterranean and Greek culture, the geometric design just really stood out to me’

What’s interesting about this brilliant observation is that the original flood myth is traced back to Mesopotamia! I don’t know whether this is just a coincidence or not…. but anyway. It’s something to note which I found very interesting when reading Tink’s post.)

And then Jack stands next to a drinks dispensing machine with a photo of some flooding water streaming out of it…

This is an image of the machine which I’ve definitely seen in the US.

North Cove 1889 and What Happened in 1889

And then we have the ‘North Cove’ stuff. There were at least 2 close up shots of this mug which I found a bit strange. It just seemed like they wanted me to really notice it. Of course North Cove is relevant to the water theme, but what about the date ‘1889′? Now…. this I was unsure about so first did a quick google of ‘America 1889 Boats’ and it came up with info on a lot of shipwrecks which was nothing to note due to there being many shipwrecks in that era. 

I then typed into Google ‘America 1889 flood’ and was inundated with pages about Johnstown flood in Pennsylvania in 1889. In ‘Time’ it is listed in the top 10 Historic American floods.

Again, I don’t know how relevant this is, but those close up shots of that mug that happened multiple times made me feel as though it was important. And it took about 5 seconds to link the date to one of the deadliest floods in American written history so…..

Jack’s Nursery and Previous Boat Imagery

Another thing to note about this whole nautical theme is that this didn’t just start in 13x1. 

In this post and reblogs by all these amazing people they discuss the painting in Kelly’s room.  Seriously, if you haven’t read it please do. And to the author’s, this next section is all to your credit and I hope you don’t mind me including your thoughts within my post!

I would like to thank @rosewhipped22 for the post which is amazing and also included these wonderful screenshots;

This painting was identified in that post as; ‘Breezing Up (A Fair Wind) is an oil painting by American artist Winslow Homer. It depicts a catboat called the Gloucester chopping through that city’s harbor under “a fair wind” (Homer’s original title). Inside the boat are a man, three boys, and their catch.More from wiki:   The painting’s message is positive; despite the choppy waves, the boaters look relaxed. The anchor that replaced the boy in the bow was understood to symbolize hope.[2] The boy holding the tiller looks forward to the horizon, a statement of optimism about his future and that of the young United States.’

There was also discussion in that post of the cross painted in Jack’s nursery which @deaneatscake said this about ‘I think the Camargue Cross has already been referenced (standing for faith, hope and love) but I would also like to add that this is also called a “Sailor’s Grave” in German.’

So we can see from this that the theme of boats and of stormy seas was started in season 12, and this imagery has just been ramped up one million times in 13x1. 


So rather than simply focusing on water imagery, this recent episode has started confirming my theory that Jack will be like Noah in Genesis. I am not saying that Jack is gonna build a boat and save the world. Think of Noah’s arc as a metaphor; the earth was being ruined by bad angels and fighting and so Noah saved the good people whilst God hit reset.

This bolsters a couple of theories. The first is that SPN is going to have to end at some point in the not too distant future. And a good way to end it would be to reset the SPN world back to when the gates of hell were shut and all Sam and Dean had to worry about in season 1 was ghosts and monsters of that lowly ilk. ( @tinkdw has some great thoughts in this).

And so I think that SPN is heading towards this reset button. We’re heading towards Genesis and starting in the text that in the Biblical canon precedes this; The Book of Enoch which gives you the backstory before Noah (for more info please check out my Book of Enoch tags).

The second theory this bolsters is that Jack will ultimately be good. I have no doubt that somewhere along the line Jack will have a misstep or two, but ultimately i believe he will be good. He is paralleled so much to Cas who has made mistakes but is good, and Sam who had demon blood within him but is also inherently good.

And so I think that Jack will be like Noah, he may not literally save people from an actual flood, but he will help to herald in a new kind of peace once the calamity of old has been washed over. And then the SPN world can in many ways start anew at the end. 

Floods are symbols of cleansing. They are also symbols of bringing the new. When a river floods its banks it destroys yes, but it also creates fertile ground. So I believe that all this boat symbolism surrounding Jack and the boys means that a whole flood of chaos will occur around them, but they will be saved from those torments and be carried through into calmer shores.

oswolfpack  asked:

Is Tony going to stay at the cabin indefinitely? Or somehow join Loki's world? Or will he go back to his old life and bring Loki with him?

“When are you leaving?” Loki asks over their evening meal and Tony pauses with a chip halfway to his mouth. 

“Um. I havent really decided. I guess I could leave anytime, Thor just told me to let him know twenty four hours in advance.”

“Twenty four hours.” Loki repeated, crinkling his nose when Tony dipped his next chip in the bowl of guacamole. “A day, then.”


“And why didnt you just say a day?”

“Sorry.” Tony smiled. “Why do you ask when I am leaving?”

“Because I do not want you to go.” Loki answered matter of factly. “I would rather you stay. You are entirely amusing, and the pictures you take of me are pleasing.” 

“Could I stay with you?” Tony asked, and Lokis eyebrows shot up. “I mean, is it possible. With you being–” he motioned to Loki. “You. And my being human. How would that work?” 

“You could stay at the cabin.” Loki dipped a finger into the sour cream and licked it off experimentally, making a pleased noise at the texture before doing it again. “And then I could see you whenever I wanted.”

“Or you could come to the city with me.” Tony countered. “I own a nice townhome, there are woods nearby. You could just be the mysterious model I brought back with me.”

“Just the model.” Loki just took the bowl of sour cream off the table, scooping some on to his fingers and sucking it off. “Thats what you would say? That I am a model that lives with you?”

Tony watched him for a minute. “Or I could call you my boyfriend.”

“What is that?” Loki put the sour cream down and dipped a finger into the salsa. “This would be better if it was… more flavorfuly.”

“Spicier.” Tony corrected. “And yeah, maybe, but I didnt want to burn your tongue.”

“What is a boyfriend.” Loki prompted, eyeing the shredded cheese, and Tony smiled before pushing it towards him. 

“A boyfriend. Someone who you kiss and spend time with and sleep with…” Tonys voice trailed off when Lokis wings opened in interest, the delicate edges nearly invisible in the air. 

“Someone you sleep with. Sleep next to. Or inside of, you mean. You are talking about someone you fuck.”

Tony choked on his bite of food and Loki watched in amusement as he coughed to clear his throat. “Yeah if you want to put it like that.” 

“I see.” Lokis voice lowered. “So, you would take me with you to the city. And we would live together and you would fuck me.”

“Jesus.” Tony was practically wheezing. “Jesus, Lo.” 

“Who is Jesus.” Loki demanded. “Will he be joining us?”

Tony thought he was going to die. 

Basically I Just Really Want a Sanders Sides Novel...

Sanders Sides—A Novel

By: Yours Truly (unless @thatsthat24 wants to adopt the rest…? *wink wink*)

Chapter 1—Thomas

I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen. And as you’ve probably figured out by now, I don’t swear a lot. So you know I’m being serious. I never wanted this to happen. But it did. So now I had to deal with it.

Logan was on all fours, holding his head and cringing.

Patton was blinking rapidly, looking around with his eyebrows lowered.

Both of their glasses now actually had lenses in them.

Roman was smoothing out his hair and his sash.

Virgil just sat on the stairs and watched.

“What… what just happened?” Patton asked curiously.

Roman rolled his eyes dramatically, as if the answer should have been obvious. 

“We split off from Thomas and became separate physical entities, of course!” Logan supplied, straightening his glasses and necktie.

“Wait so we’re really here?” Patton breathed, looking around the familiar apartment in awe.

“Duh,” Roman retorted.

I ran my hands through my hair—which was still purple even though Logan’s wasn’t for some reason—and sighed heavily. “This is a disaster,” I decided. “This is a complete disaster.”

Virgil snorted. “You said it, boss,” he remarked sarcastically.

It was Logan’s turn to be uncharacteristically confused. “Alright, but how exactly did this happen?”

I shrugged. “I dunno,” I replied. “I had a headache so I got some water and burrowed down to watch some Steven Universe or Stranger Things when the pain got really bad. It built and built to a tremendous amount of pressure and then it just… burst. When I looked up, you were all… here. But the pain is gone, so that’s good.”

Virgil gave me a confused look. “How are you in any way optimistic about this situation?” he demanded. “The four of us literally just burst out of your head into reality. There is no way this is a good thing!”

“But…” Logan began to protest. “We are all just visualized, mentally-projected aspects of Thomas’ single personality. We should not be able to be here in actual physical form. This doesn’t make any scientific sense whatsoever!”

“Cool your jets, Teach,” Virgil snapped. “Yeah this is bad but be grateful it’s not the end of the world.”

“Normally it’d be you, Mr. Sour Patch, being worried about this being the end of the world and Mr. Smarty-Britches over there assuring you—and by extension Thomas—that everything is going to be fine,” Roman pointed out, looking between Logan and Virgil with an interested expression on his face.

Patton wasn’t paying attention to them. He’d realized that the central column in the middle of the five of us that kept us separate was no longer there and had latched onto me in a tight hug that I was returning absentmindedly.

There was a brief moment of silence…

And then Virgil, Logan, and Roman all started talking at once. Patton perked up at the noise and promptly joined the conversation—if it could be called that.

I only caught snippets of what they were saying while I tried to rein them all in.

“Honestly I can’t see how this could get any worse—”

“—find some way to put us all back inside Thomas’ head—”

“—wonderful opportunity to explore the world!”

“–really exciting, but I’m a little confused…”

“ENOUGH!” I shouted, not being able to take the endless onslaught of my own voice from four different directions. The Sides went deathly quiet, four sets of my own eyes turning to look at me—which was more than a little unnerving. “Okay, just like in the videos, you need to take turns when you’re talking. Because millions of people may not be watching and silently judging—” Virgil clicked his tongue, acknowledging it was his fault I always wondered if my viewers were silently judging my videos. I shot him a silencing glare. “—but I’m still here and if you don’t all speak one at a time, that headache is going to come back.”

The four Sides all looked around at each other, and I had a vague memory of Roman mentioning the “others.” I knew I’d been planning on introducing other Sides at some undecided future date, but I hadn’t planned much out of that particular idea up until that point. I wondered for a moment if that was why they were all looking at each other. Like the headache coming back would make those potential others appear the way these guys did.

Oh man, I hoped not. I could barely handle the Big Four on my own and they’d only been in reality/existence for a couple minutes.

“Alright,” Roman began, taking the lead. “So what do we do?”

“Aaannnything we darn-well please!” Patton exclaimed excitedly.

“Whoa there, Patton,” Virgil chastised, gentler than he’d be with the others. “We can’t just go around doing whatever we want. The four of us aren’t… whole people. We’re not as complex as a normal human. Plus, Thomas is something of a public figure. Four extra people that suddenly look just like him, right down to the giant freckle behind his ear, would definitely be noticed.”

“BUT,” Roman interrupted, cutting Virgil off from whatever he was about to say next, “this does mean we could make the most amazing Sanders Sides video ever! We could all cross over into each other’s spaces, or even be in the same frame the entire time and it would be EPIC!”

“Pump the brakes, Princey,” I warned. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

Patton’s expression dropped. “Awww! Why not? That could be nifty!”

“It sounds like a headache,” Logan muttered. Patton didn’t hear him, thank heavens.

“Because, Pat,” I began, “if the Fanders somehow realized that it wasn’t some super-well-done split-screen effect, I’m pretty sure everything would fall apart and some people would certainly go ballistic.”

“Where’s Ballistic?” Patton inquired.

Logan face-palmed and grumbled something under his breath that I didn’t catch, but Virgil gave him a slightly startled expression.

“Wouldn’t’ve expected that out of you, Teach,” Virgil commented sharply.

“What’d he say?” I asked suspiciously.

“Y’know, honestly, I don’t think you want to know,” Virgil muttered darkly, adjusting the shoulders of his hoodie and sitting on the stairs where he usually stood for videos.

Or rather, where I usually stood to portray him as a character for videos.

“He means people would go crazy,” Logan explained to Patton impatiently.

“Ohhhhh that makes more sense…” Patton mused quietly.

“Serious-talk time!” Roman exclaimed loudly. “Really, what are we going to do?”

“The smart thing would be to figure out how we got out of Thomas’ head and then figure out a way to get back into Thomas’ head,” Logan replied self-importantly, once again straightening his glasses.

“You’re so smart,” Patton whispered, his hands covering his mouth.

Exasperated with the whole situation, I was really tempted to just face-plant my couch, call Joan, tell them about what was going on, and then let the Sides do their own thing. Logan could go teach at a university. Patton would adopt about a hundred dogs—and/or children. Roman would probably want to audition for a part at DisneyWorld or something. Virgil… I wasn’t entirely sure what he’d want to do with his new autonomous freedom. Maybe he’d just continue to sulk in corners and keep me up at night with strange questions like, “what lurks in the shadows when I go running at night” and so on.

“You know, that’s probably a safe idea,” Virgil agreed.

“Playing it safe isn’t adventurous!” Roman burst out before shaking his head and straightening his sash. “Sorry. Had to get that out there. Moving on—let’s just pretend that didn’t happen.” He cleared his throat. “Much as I hate to agree with the Nutty Professor and Sir Gloomy the First,” he continued, “that, actually, seems like our best option. I much prefer being part of a whole, rather than a whole myself who is missing pieces.”

“Look at my sons all agreeing with each other…” Patton murmured to me with a proud smile.

“They’re not… Never mind. Okay,” I muttered. “Whatever.” Was it even worth it? When I was in charge of the script, I had a lot more patience for these guys because I was delivering all the performances and they weren’t real. When they were actually in my living room, I couldn’t help but be irritated. They were a lot harder to handle when there was no editing magic involved.

“Right!” Roman barked brightly. “Let’s get down to business!” He paused for only a moment before continuing in song, “To defeat—the Huns!” He raised his samarai sword. “We have a quest to put ourselves back into Thomas’ head and set things right! It’s world-saving time!”

Virgil cocked an eyebrow. “I doubt our presence in the real world will result in the Apocalypse, Drama Queen,” he grumbled.

“I am a Prince, thank you very much!” Roman countered sharply.

“I can’t believe this is happening right now,” I muttered into my hand.


In light of the recent horrifying Cap twist, I have seen far too many “stop saying they made him a nazi, HYDRA aren’t nazis!!!11!1″ so I thought I would bring back this scene to remind everyone that yes they are


o yea I finished my tazanimated shot btw. in hindsight I shoulda not rushed it as much as I did, but I had fun nonetheless :V

I done made another one!  

What started off as a fun little project to do on my free time, turned into art therapy.  Been dealing with a lot of stress and this helped clear my mind for a bit.  

Like the other animation, this is rotoscoped using a reference video I shot.  This time around however, there is sound! Ooo. And lip syncing! Ahhh. And in-between frames! Zhdfbju. Which meant it took about twenty or so total hours to complete a 3 second animation :D  Maybe, some day, I’ll animate something that’s 5 or, dare I even think it, 10 seconds long!

Btw, the audio is not mine.  That is from Little Kuriboh’s Marik’s Evil Council of Doom. 

Speedpaint’s up now!