because you once said you liked parallels

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I believe Laurent would definitely top as he becomes more comfortable with himself and realizes Damen would definitely allow it. Because Damen is high key hoping for it.

Listen Damen high key loves getting dicked. Especially by Laurent. Who would have thought? Not damen.

I’m like a big cheerleader of the “let Damen get dicked” squad. Like let him get it also without the large preface of “are you sure/we only do this once in a blue moon/We prefer it the other way” nah. My boys switch. Like I get the first time first night parallel but Like you said Laurent grows in to himself sexually over time and isn’t afraid to tell Damen what he wants or how he likes it and their sex ascends to heavenly level. And ten years like five years in to their relationship I don’t think there’s that hesitation anymore.

Damen gets dicked down on the regular.

"The Big French Mistake" Supernatural Imagine

Prompt: “An imagine where reader and Dean are dating but then they both get sent to the universe where Supernatural is a show and it turns out Jared (Sam) and reader are dating?”

Warnings: cursing really.

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“Quick, (Y/N)!” Dean yelled grabbing your hand as you both ran down the long corridor. Not only were the demons on your guys’ ass, but now the angels were involved! You were stuck trying to figure out what was wrong and what you had done to piss them off, but there was no time for thinking. Now was meant for running away.

Dean took you into a room from the office building and locked the door, then heading to the windows and closing the blinds. “You okay? Are you hurt?” He rushed towards you when he finished securing the area.

“I’m fine baby, seriously I’ll be-” You were cut off by the sound of fluttering wings. Hoping it would be Castiel, you frowned at the sight of a different angel. One that you had not met, but apparently Dean had.

“Balthazar?” He said in disbelief. The angel shrugged and wiped some dirt off of his Sui jacket, looking utterly bored at the two of you.

“The one and only, Dean.” He said walking over to the window and opening the blinds. “It seems you two are in a bit of a pickle, huh? My brothers and sisters are looking for you.” Balthazar explained while writing something on the window. “Castiel sent me down here to help, oh he is so busy nowadays. Barely has any time to catch up with his own family!” He complained and looked over at the two of you. Dean had his mouth open as he stared at Balthazar, confusion taking over his features. “Oh close your mouth, Dean! You’re going to let flies in.” He winked and sighed looking over at you. “Now time is really of the essence, my dears.” He said and rushed over to you both.

“Wait, wait.” Dean said shaking his head. “How’re you alive?”

Balthazar rolled his eyes and scoffed at Dean. “All I can say is that the Lord does work in mysterious ways.” He said and pushed you two towards the window, having both of you fall flat on your faces. Only instead of hitting the hard ground, your fall was… Soft?

“What the-” You started and then looked at the ground, a blue mag replacing concrete. “Dean?” You said and looked over at your boyfriend, who had a frown set on his face.

“Oh come on!” He yelled and stood up. “Not this shit again.” Dean grumbled and wiped fake glass off of his clothes.

You stood after him and looked around at your surroundings. “What is this? Who are all these people?” You asked fast and went into a fighting stance. The people around you gave you weird looks and whispered among one another. There were bright lights in your face and cameras, it looked like… Like a movie set?

Dean ran a hand over his face and shook his head. “Balthazar you son of a bitch.” He whispered to himself and grabbed your hand. “We’re uh, we’re gonna take a break okay? I think I hurt my foot on that fall.” Dean said to the crew members and flashed them a smile.

“Do you want us to call the medic, Jensen?” One of the men on a chair asked Dean.

“Jensen?” You said scrunching your nose in confusion.

“No! I’m just, give me a few minutes.” He groaned and walked off the mat with you, your hand in his.

“Dean, baby, do you care to explain what the actual fuck is going on?” You whispered to him in a harsh tone. Dean dragged you to a large trailer and hit his head against the wall.

“I. Hate. This. God. Damn. Universe.” He said in between hits. When he finished his breakdown, Dean finally turned to you and gave you a small smile. “Well, (Y/N), this is a little place I would like to call Hell.” He said sarcastically and kneeled in front of you. “Not really, it’s a parallel universe to ours. I’ve been here once with Sam, and again it was because of Balthazar.” He groaned and rolled his eyes.

“So… I’m not me then? Who am I?” You said raising an eyebrow. “And who are you? And where is Sam? And Cas?”

Dean ran a hand down his face and shook his head. “One question at a time, babe. First of all, I’m not Dean Winchester here. I’m some pretty boy model type named Jensen Ackles, or something. Dean Winchester is just a character in the show here. As for you, I have no friggin idea. You weren’t here last time. Sam, Jesus his name is Jared Pada-something. It’s really weird and long. And Cas? Complete opposite guy. Some oddball named Misha.” He finally explained and looked up at your face for a reaction.

You took a moment to process the information and then nodded. “So our lives… It’s a freaking soap opera? Who would watch that?” You said and stood up. “I wanna find out who I am.” You walked out of the trailer and down a few more. You had seen this Jared guys’, and Misha’s, and you assumed the next one would be yours. The name on it read ‘Iris O'Riley’. “At least I got a pretty name.” You whispered and walked in the trailer. It wasn’t as big as Jensen’s or Jared’s, but it was big enough.

Dean followed you in the trailer and saw Sa- uh, Jared sitting on the couch. “Iris!” He grinned when you walked in. “I’ve been waiting for, like, fifteen minutes, baby.” He said and walked up to you, kissing your lips sweetly once. Your eyes went wide as he kissed you and you could sense Dean tense up. Jared pulled away from you and then turning to Dean. “Oh. Hey, Jensen.” He said and put his arm around you, pulling you tight into his side. You were still rigid and freaked out by this guy, whom was basically Sam, kissing you.

“Hey, Jared.” Dean said in a harsh tone and forced a smile. You could see his hands ball up into fists and his jaw clench. Jared’s hand rubbed your hip and you let out a small gasp, not expecting the nice touch.

“Do you mind giving Iris and I a minute?” Jared asked smiling a little. “I’ve gotta talk to her.”

Dean raised an eyebrow and shook his head. His body language read that he was mad, but he was trying his best to conceal it. He had always been very protective of you, and jealous when any guy came near you. “Not at all. I’ll see you guys later. Bye, Iris.” Dean spat the name out like it was poison. You didn’t want to be left alone with this guy! What if he tried to make a move on you?! What were you supposed to do?

As soon as the door closed to your trailer, Jared sat you down on the couch. “That was weird.” He chuckled and sat next to you.

“What was weird about it?” You asked and cocked your head to the side. You were trying to act normal but being this close to even your normal Sam was weird.

Jared raised an eyebrow and looked at you with a confused look. “Why are you talking like that? Are you method acting again?” He asked frowning.

“What the hell does that mean?” You asked defensively. You ran a hand over your face and sighed. “I think I just need a minute, baby.” You said nervously and looked up at him after a moment. He stood and looked down at you.

“Yeah I think you do too. You look really stressed, babe.” He sighed and started running your shoulders.

You squirmed away and chuckled nervously. “No no no, I don’t need that.” You said shaking your head.

“Oh come on. You’ve never turned down one of my massages.” He smirked and rubbed your hips again deeply. You were now laying on the couch inside your trailer with this huge man ready to take you.

“No, Jared! I’m fine. I think I’m just gonna get a drink and take a nap. That okay?” You said standing fast. You hated to admit it, but his hands did feel really good.

Jared frowned and nodded. “Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll see you at home later then, okay?” He said smiling a sad smile. Jared walked out of the trailer and left you there as a paranoid mess.

“Oh my god.” You whispered to yourself and shook your head. “I almost had sex with Sam.” You sighed and went over to your computer, opening Google and searching fake you. There was a knock on the trailer door and you saw Dean’s head. 'Here we go.’ You thought to yourself.

“Did he fucking touch you?” Dean asked when he came in the door.

“Hello to you, too.” You said sarcastically and smiled at him.

“(Y/N), if he touched you, I’m gonna kick his ass.” Dean said with all seriousness.

“Would you please stop your fit? He didn’t touch me much. I got him to leave before anything happened. Now come here and help me find shit about fake me.” You said patting the seat next to you. Dean sat down and looked over the page you had pulled up. “My very own Wikipedia page!” You said giggling to yourself. “Oh… This explains a lot.” You whispered. “Says I was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland. Jared told me I wasn’t talking normally. I must have an accent.” You groaned. You had always been terrible at accents. “I’m 30 years old, okay well at least that’s all the same… And, yep, there it is. Girlfriend of costar-” you squinted at the name on the screen, “Jared Padalecki. The hell kinda name is that? Looks like someone hit the keyboard with their face.” You continued reading about your relationship and let out a loud laugh.

“What? What is it?” Dean asked looking at you worriedly.

“Looks like me and Jare-Bear live together, according to this 'People’ article, our home here in Vancouver is quite astonishing.” You said and narrowed your eyes, looking at the pictures of fake-you and Jared’s home. “Shit. This is pretty nice.” You nodded.

“Shut up.” Dean said closing the laptop and turning to you. “There is no way in hell I am letting you go home with this guy.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed Dean’s hand, kissing it softly. “Dean, baby, if we are going to find a way out of this hell hole without causing any damage, then we are going to have to blend. Alright?” You smiled softly and kissed his lips once. “And it’s not like I’m gonna sleep with him! I’ll just… Make some excuse. Okay?”

Dean let out a frustrated sigh and looked down. You knew he couldn’t resist it when you were sweet on him. “Okay.” He grumbled and stood up. “But the second he tried anything, (Y/N), I swear to god-”

“I know, I know. You’ll kick his ass.” You said the last sentence in a mocking tone.

***

The day had been long and, thank god, you didn’t have to do any more acting for the day after all the scenes they had with Jared. Once he finished, the first thing he did was rush to your side and give you another kiss before leading you to a big black SUV. Dean, of course, was not happy with the fact that you and Jared would be alone together, or the fact that he wouldn’t be able to see you for hours. Instead he headed to his own apartment in Vancouver all alone.

Jared opened the door for you to get in and you obliged, getting inside the rather large vehicle. You noticed a rather large, intimidating man sitting in the drivers seat. He smiled once you both were settled and looked at you through the mirror.

“Home, Jared and Iris?” The man asked looking at you two.

“Please, Cliff.” Jared said and smiled at the man in a friendly way.

'Hm. Must be a family friend.’ You thought to yourself and made a note of it. Cliff started the car and drove off, Jared having his arm wrapped around you protectively.

“Did you have a good day today, baby?” Jared asked looking down at you. “You seem less, well, yourself.” He frowned.

“Oh, I’m fine, dear.” You said in a nervous, happy tone, along with your best Irish accent.

Jared giggled at you and raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re getting sick, Iris. You’ve been acting funny all day.”

You playfully slapped his arm and shook his head. “No need to worry about me. I’ll be fine once I get in bed.” You sighed and closed your eyes in frustration at he sound of your own voice.

Jared raised an eyebrow and rubbed your shoulder. “Well now I like where this conversation is going.” He whispered near your ear, causing your eyes to widen.

You started coughing as Jared nibbled your ear lightly, doubling over yourself and coughing into your hand. “Oh my!” You said putting your hand to your chest. “Maybe you are right, Jared. I think I am getting a fever.” You fake frowned at him.

Jared furrowed his eyebrows and pulled you into him, rubbing your back gently. “Don’t worry. We’ll get in bed in no time. I’ll get you comfortable.” He said sweetly and kissed the top of your head.

'Damn, Iris is one lucky chick.’ You thought to yourself and closed your eyes. Jared was a gentleman, and he had to be one of the sweetest men ever, other than your Dean, obviously.

Cliff parked in front of your and Jared’s house and Jared helped you out of the car. “Goodnight, Cliff.” Jared said smiling to his friend. You have him a small wave and smile before heading into the house.

Jared immediately picked you up bridal style and sighed happily. “You look exhausted. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He smiled and walked up the steps to the master bedroom. Your eyes widened as you saw the room, it was even bigger in person! Once Jared set you on the bed, he grazed his hands down to your hips and to the bottom of your shirt, trying to pull it up over your head.

“Wow wow wow there.” You said chuckling nervously. “I think I’ll just sleep in this.” You swallowed.

Jared frowned and got on his knees in front of you, basically at eye level now. “Okay. Talk to me. What’s wrong?” He said seriously. “Did I do something? Did Jensen tell you something?” He asked softly. “Wait… Are you and Jensen-”

“No! No no baby.” You said putting your hands on his cheeks. “I’m just-”

“What?” Jared chuckled and shook his head, putting his hands on yours. “You seem so distant today. It’s worrying me.” He drifted off and looked down.

You couldn’t take it any more. It wasn’t your fault that you weren’t Iris. But Jared didn’t deserve it, so you gave him a big, passionate kiss. Well, as passionate as you could make it believable. “Jared Padalecki, I, Iris O'Riley, promise that I am still madly in love with you.” You whispered softly. “Just sick, darling. Exhausted.”

Jared had no problem kissing you back. The smile that he had at your words could make the Grinch’s heart grow, and you were thankful to see that smile. “Okay. Okay babe. I love you too.” He grinned and kissed your lips softly before standing. You stood also and went to the closet, deciding that you should change your clothes to not seem suspicious.

You picked out a pair of pajama pants and wore your tank top that had been under your clothes, then settled into the large bed. Jared had went to the bathroom to change and wash up, so you decided to try and sleep then.

The door opened and you jumped slightly, opening your eyes and looking towards the direction of the noise.

“Sweet baby Jesus.” You whispered softly when Jared came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but his boxers. Okay, so you had a boyfriend, whom you loved with all of your heart, but you DEFINITELY were not blind. And Jared was… Well, very fit. All muscle. You could feel your heart flutter and your hands grip the sheets to try and restrain yourself as he stepped towards the bed.

“It’s uh- it’s a little cold babe. Don’t want you getting sick. Why don’t you put a shirt on?” You said nodding.

Jared laughed and shook his head. “It’s the middle of August, Iris.” He said getting under the blankets with you and pulling your back to his chest. You felt the warmth coming from his body and immediately felt more comfortable. It wasn’t the same kind of warmth as Dean, but it was something. You closed your eyes and hummed happily, feeling yourself drifting off to sleep.

***

All you heard was beeping. Beep. Beep. Beep. Over and over. “Turn it off, Dean.” You groaned and rolled over in the arms of your hunter, opening your eyes a little to meet with- hazel?

“The fu-” you stopped yourself and put a hand over your mouth. Jared was looking at you confused and sat up straight, turning the alarm off.

“Who’s Dean?” He asked angrily.

“What? No one darling.” You said holding his hand, your voice still drowned with sleep.

“Answer me, Iris. Who is Dean?!” He said taking his hand away.

“It’s lines, babe! Sometimes I dream about scenes.” You lied, hoping it would work. Jared’s face softened and he ran a hand through his long hair.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ve just been stressed lately, babe.” He said and leaned over, kissing the top of your head softly. You smiled at these all gesture and stood up, deciding to just wear your pajamas to the set since you’d be in costume all day. Jared had left to shower and clean up and you did the same in a separate shower, to Jared’s dismay.

After you were somewhat ready, Cliff showed up to pick both you and Jared up, taking you both to the set. Immediately you saw Dean walking to your trailer and inside, waiting for you.

“Jared,” you started, “I’m gonna go in my trailer and, uh, practice by myself for a bit, yeah? I’ll see you later, sweetie.” You smiled and ran off to your trailer, leaving Jared behind. You opened the door to your trailer and saw Dean sitting on the couch, standing up and walking to you. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you close, and you followed suit, feeling at home in his arms.

Dean pulled away and gave you a small kiss before sighing. “Okay, fake us are on call in half an hour. We need to go. Like now.” He said grabbing your hand. You trusted Dean to know what he was doing since he had been in this universe before, and had successfully gotten back. He took you to the same set with the window you had fallen through yesterday, making sure it was all clear before he got to work. You simply stood watch as he worked.

You heard a door open and close and motioned for Dean. A few seconds later Jared appeared in front of you two. “Hey, we’ve been looking for you.” Jared said and stopped in his tracks when he saw Dean. “What the hell is going on here?” He asked clenching his jaw.

“Sam-Jared.” You groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay you know what? I can’t do this anymore. Dean, I’m giving him the talk.” You said and Dean simply nodded.

“The talk? Wait. Are you two fucking?” Jared nearly yelled.

“For fucks sake! I’m not Iris. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). This is Dean Winchester. And for some god damn reason, we ended up in this universe. Where we’re from, this isn’t some stupid television show. It’s reality. And it sucks. And you? Yeah, you’re Sam. All we want is to get back to our universe, so can you please stop this for five god damn minutes so Dean can get this portal?” You said angrily. Jared’s face fell and he frowned deeply.

“Iris, Jensen, you really think that shit is going to make a good cover?” He said looking at Dean angrily.

You both groaned and you decided to give up and help Dean. “Whatever. Just leave us alone so we can work.” You said and turned to Dean.

“That’s my girl.” Dean winked at you and wrote a sigil on the window, chanting as he did.

You turned back to Jared and gave him a soft smile. “Jared, you’re a great guy. Don’t worry, you’ll get Iris back soon, and you’ll get married and have adorable little half Irish babies.” You said sighing and held Dean’s hand. The lights around the set flickered and you both ran into the window, flying through. You hit the ground, the nice hard ground, and groaned when you felt pain shoot through your body.

“Yes!” You said sitting up and seeing your reality. Dean sat up as well and sighed in relief.

You heard a door slam shut and Sam come through the doorway, looking down at you two. “Where have you been?! You’ve been gone for days.” He said helping you up.

“Oh, Sammy, it is so good to see the real you.” You said giving him a tight hug. You pulled away and frowned. “Hmm. Fake you feels more firm.” You said scrunching your nose.

“Has Balthazar gotten ahold of you?” Dean asked rubbing his neck. “Has this angel shit blown over?”

Sam chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. No help to you two.” He said rolling his eyes.

Dean wrapped an arm around you and let out a deep sigh. “Well. Now that we are back in this shitty reality, I’m taking my girlfriend to our bedroom, and taking a nap.” He said dragging you to the secluded bed that awaited your arrival.

oohh myy gooood if i see ONE MORE PERSON talk about how even is simply playing isak and he doesn’t care i swear i’ll….well, idk, but i’m going to be very annoyed. have you not SEEN his face when isak came back to school?? and how he literally could not keep his eyes off of him??

and then his face when he bumped into isak at the cafeteria???

and how nervous he seemed?? and the fact that he remembered that isak told him ONCE in person like a MONTH AGO that he liked cardamom on his toast, that he remembered what isak said about parallel universes and that he took the time to draw this very very personal and meaningful drawing and made sure isak got it?? 

idk how you could possibly get “i don’t care about you” vibes from this?? like are we not watching the same show?? 

idk what even’s deal is. none of us do. i’m not saying that the guy is behaving perfectly, because he’s not. but if there’s one thing you can’t say about him, it’s that he doesn’t care about isak 

Red’s Parallels in Love

So I just re-watched Episode 02 x 04 and noticed some striking parallels of how Red shows affection and love to his ex-wife Carla (I believe he still loves her - this scene sure felt intimate to me - and it made Carla’s husband uncomfortable) and how he shows affection and love to Lizzie.

First two gifs below - Red reaches out to Carla and Lizzie with his left hand to stroke their hair: 


Next two gifs below - Red reaches out with his right hand to stroke Carla and Lizzie’s hair.


Red displays deep affection with the forehead kiss. And he likes to place his hands on their heads. First Carla, then Lizzie


Same thing with these next two gifs. Notice how similar Red treats these two women he loves.

To me these parallels are way too similar to be coincidence. I think The Blacklist once again knew what they were doing when they filmed these scenes. I love these nuances.

Also remember what Berlin said to Red:  Until one day I made a connection. Elizabeth Keen. That’s why we’re sitting here today. Because of Keen. I know you care for her as much as you care for your wife

Again to me there are way too many “coincidences” and foreshadowing events in The Blacklist that all point to Lizzington. It’s coming!

#LizzieLives

A different perspective, a positive one.

As some of us have become understandably cynical after a whip-lash inducing PR fest that seems intent on bringing critical minds back into the fold while simultaneously telling them to ‘relax and enjoy the Hook-Hood show’, as cast and creators bombard us with hot and cold, rude and kind (subtext, dismissal, ignoring, sweaters – keepwatching, nohate?) there remains a need to have some sense of our own agency as viewers. Hegemony is a flawed theory if there is no resilience among the oppressed? Either way, there still are some of those who manage to steer clear from all the PR/cast/fandom dramarama, of all the blame-placing and feelings of betrayal, hurt and deception. Some of them just watch the show and interpret it in their own way. Because there is no such thing as ‘misinterpretation’ in a show that is solely left to our own interpretation – so whatever we all see, feel and want… is individual, and just as valid. Listen to your audience. Someone (we think it was the drunk guy passed out in a hammock in our meta-backyard ;) said that once.

What follows is someone else’s perspective. Resilience, Agency and Audience Interpretation—might be the title. Or, ‘Subtext does still matter and don’t throw the dirty human out with the dirty bathwater’? Let’s call it that. 

- your TTMC staff presents you our tumblr-less friend.

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Ok. So apparently I am NOT “an intelligent viewer”. Because I have a parallel universe interpretation, of…well, everything?   

It is not easy being a lone alien. The more I studied the show, the further I found myself drifting in my alien pod from Planet Fandom (I feel like Henry, circa S1—you think I’m crazy?!). And the more I hesitate sharing my ‘delusional version’.  I didn’t get my own tumblr because the more I learned about the fandom, the harder it became to maintain a clear perspective of the onscreen drama and I realised, without a doubt,  if I became more inserted in the fandom, I would NOT be able to come up with what I have. Because everything about the media/PR/fandom is deceptive and contradicts everything I have been able to garner from watching the show (closely).  And it is only in refusing to let those distractions blind me that I have been able to see the love story hidden in plain sight (along with in no small part, my appreciation for the genre—because that is the key).

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I just re-watched the end of Carol’s banishment episode, and I still believe (and always will) that there was a hidden meaning there. I mean, at the end of the episode, it keeps alternating between Carol/Rick and Daryl/Michone&co. and at the very end, we can see Daryl, several times, staring at the green jasper stone he had found earlier.





I really suck at trying to explain my thoughts, but don’t you think that they could just have focused on Carol, and only her? Why would they make a parallel with Daryl, especially in the middle of such an important plot twist?
Look at the gif. We can clearly see he’s deeply thinking about something. Earlier in the episode, he had said to Michonne those exact words : “You stay in one place more than a couple hours, you’d be surprised what you pick up." Maybe my Caryler heart is once again taking control over my brain, but I really think this scene had a Caryl meaning. I truly believe he was thinking about Carol when staring at that stone, espcially because they showed that scene as a parallel with Carol’s banishment. TWD writers are extremely good and they love parallels and all, so it can’t be just a coincidence.

This scene has always left me perplexed, and I’d like to know what you think about it?

Caryl on, always. x