For years we’ve been joking about Sam always being in the middle of the never ending Dean/Cas tension and probably getting so sick and tired of his brother and their best friend still not finally TALKING ABOUT THEIR SHIT AND JUST GETTING TOGETHER ALREADY.
But now we can add Mary to the mix, because by now she’s spent quite some time around Dean and Cas as well, and she has a pair of functioning eyes, so surely Sam and her have bonded (aka COMPLAINED, because wtf?!) over it at this point.
So one morning over breakfast when it’s just her and Dean, Mary -on a mission to at last make this suffering end before someone accidentally gets killed by a stray arrow magically formed out of too much sexual tension or some shit- will go
And, Dean, curious, humoring his mom, rolls his eyes but goes “Alright… who’s there?”
And yeah, that sounds legit, so Dean humors her again. “Mary who?”
“OH for the love of all things holy please MARRY Cas already because none of us can take it any longer goddamnit!”
Margaret and Mary Tudor, princesses and later Dowager Queens, the daughters of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York, the sisters of Henry VIII. Born nearly a decade apart, the two knew little of each other after Margaret departed to Scotland, yet shared the same passionate and self-possessed nature, choosing their own mates to the scandal and scorn of others.
You loved that man but you didn’t understand why it took him 45 minutes to do his hair. It was literally 2 inches long.
As you looked around the living room making sure you had everything you needed to spend the day over at Mary and John’s you spotted the gift bag that had ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ written on it. Knowing Dean would probably walk right out the front door and forget it you sat it beside your bag.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist. I’m ready.” Dean said as he was walking down the stairs rolling up the sleeves on his red flannel.
“Finally. I put your mothers gift by my bag so we wouldn’t forget to grab it. I think we have everything else we need already in the car.”
“Alrighty then. Let’s get this show on road!”
Rolling your eyes at him you grabbed your bag and Mary’s present as you walked out the door.
Thirty minutes later you were pulling up to their house. As you were walking up the sidewalk you seen Sam and Jess’s car parked in the driveway.
“I’m glad someone was here on time.” You say hoping that Dean was close enough to hear you.
“Maybe Sam wasn’t as lucky as I was last night.” Winking at you as he walked past you to open the door.
“This is true” you say matter-of-factly.
“We’re here” Dean announced just as Mary came around the corner.
“Happy Mother’s Day mom” Dean told his mother as he gave her a hug and quick kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you sweetie.” She said as she moved from Dean to you. “Hi Y/N, How are you sweetheart?”
“I’m fine Mrs. Winchester-”
“How many times have I got to tell you it’s Mary. Come on in.”
Following Mary through the house she leads you to the dining room where you see Sam and John sitting down at the table.
“Hey Dad. Hey Sam.” Dean said walking past them and to the fridge to grab a beer.
“Hey guys!” You say as Sam pulls you into a hug.
“Hey Y/N, Did you guys get lost?” Sam says jokingly.
“Ha, Why don’t you ask Dean why we were late?”
Just as you had hoped everyone looked right over at Dean.
“Sam wants to know why were late. Do you want to tell 'em or should I?”
“There’s nothing to tell.” He says nonchalantly before taking a long drink of his beer.
“Oh so you spending 45 minutes on your hair is just normal?”
“Wait so that’s why you were late?!” Sam said shock and laughter lacing his words.
“Now thay my work here is done I’m going to go see if your mom needs help in the kitchen.”
“Hey Mary I was wondering if you needed any help getting lunch ready?”
“Oh well John’s going to start the burgers soon and I think everything else has already been fixed and put in the fridge until it’s time to eat. So I think it’s all been taken care of.”
“Well in that case I have something I want to give to you. It’s a little mothers day present from me.”
Reaching down in your purse you pulled out a small box with ribbon around it.
“Honey you didn’t have to get me anything.” She says while she took the ribbon off and opened the box.
“Oh my god!” She said once she seen what was inside. “Are you pregnant?!”
“Yes! But Dean doesn’t know yet. I thought you’d like to be the one who tells him.”
“I’d love to tell him, but are you sure uou don’t want to?”
“I just want to there when you tell him.”
Just then Jess came into th kitchen.
“What is going on in here? I heard Mary holler and ”
“Y/N’s pregnant! But no one else knows so we gotts keep it hush hush for a little bit.”
“Oh my gosh Y/N congratulations!” Jess says while hugging you.
“Thanks. I’m so excited for Mary to tell Dean. He’s going to be so happy.”
A few minutes later you, Jess and Mary joined the guys outside.
“Ah there they are.” John chuckled from behind the grill.
“You just missed an awesome story.” John chuckled from behind the grill.
“I don’t think I wanna know.” Mary said while walking over to check her husbands cooking.
“That’s probably for the best.” Dean said as you sat down beside him at the picnic table.
“Everything is ready except fir the burgers. So when those get done we can eat.” Mary mentioned as she sat down across from you.
Looking uo you seen Mary mouth the words “I’m going to do it soon” and you instantly gor nervous. You knew Dean wanted to be a dad even if he hadn’t said so. You seen the way he would look at little kids when you would pass by them in the supermarket or when you would see them playing with their food at a restaurant. The thought of that being one of your and Dean’s kids brought a smile to your face.
“So mom what’s it like having an entire day dedicated to you?” Sam asked
“Well it’s not just dedicated to me, but to every mother. Whether she is expecting, already has children, or has passed on.”
She answered Sam, looking casually at you when she said 'expecting’. You hoped no one else noticed and if they did you hoped that they wouldn’t think anything of it.
“Which reminds me, someone here has a very important announcement to make. But being the amazing daughter-in-law she is, decided to let me do the honours as a wonderful mother’s day present to me.”
She paused long enough to look around at everyone and then finally said, “John, were gonna be grandparents. Dean and Y/N are having a baby!” She practically jumped off the bench with excitement.
Dean looked over at you with a shocked expression on his face.“ You’re pregnant?!”
You were a little taken aback by his reaction. You thought he would be happy about this.“Y-yeah, I found out about two weeks ago and thought that it would make a nice mothers day present for your mom.”
While you were talking you noticed the expression on Dean’s face never changed. Soon he began running his fingers through his hair and you knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Hey do you wanna go talk inside?”
Without even taking a second thought he said yes and was halfway to the house before you had even gotten up.
“Dean you know you’re going to be an amazing dad, right?”
“How can you be so sure? You say all the time how I’m a silly man child.”
“Yes you can be a silly man child, but when you aren’t being adorably goofy you are the sweetest, most caring, selfless person I know and I’m so glad you are the father of my child.”
“I am pretty adorable.” He says with a cute smirk on his face. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad.”
“How do you think I felt when I found out? I took maybe four at home pregnancy tests and went to two different doctors. I still had a hard time believeing it!”
“You know as soon as we walk out there we are going be attacked with hugs right?” Dean said tilting his chin towards the backyard.
“Yeah, but were having a baby.” Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled your self close to him.
“We sure are.” He replied before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you.
Good grief. As someone who critiques and specializes in the Mary Sue topic, don’t call a character a Mary Sue simply because they’ve got skills.
Misconception: The major misconception I see going around regarding Mary Sues is that they’re super amazing characters with skills anybody would be jealous of, thus people start labeling any character both canon and OC who shows special skills as a Mary Sue when they are in fact not.
Origin: The original Mary Sue came from the Star Trek fandom, and was a parody of all the female OCs showing up in the fanzines who were better than the characters at everything, but whose skills were not just special, but unbelievable. For example, she graduated from the academy at an age which was nay impossible, I believe twelve, when most were in their older teens or later. (Weasley Crusher went when he was sixteen if I remember correctly). Add to this, everybody loved her, and she could do no wrong.
Birth of the Anti-Sue: People started to believe that Mary Sues were “perfect” characters, so they started tried to make their characters flawed to avoid the Mary Sue title. But in regards to these flaws, they were never, ever handled properly, nor believably. Notice how I brought up “believe” again? This led to characters like Bella Swan, and the debate of whether or not a canon character can be a Mary Sue, and the answer is yes, as it is possible for a canon character to not believable.
False Accusations Against Canon Characters: This in turn has led to false accusations against canon characters, because the consensus now is that canon characters can be Mary Sues. (It’s where we get the most talk about Gary Stus, as fanfic favors females publishing, and traditional favors men.) However, there is still this misconception that Mary Sues are “perfect”, so people only look at the “perfect” traits.
Ke/th and Sh/ro aren’t Mary Sues: Yes, both characters are gifted in things such as piloting and leadership, with Sh/ro being the Garrison pride and joy. However, despite these mad skills, they aren’t perfect. Ke/th is anti-social, struggles with connecting with people and even dropped out despite the fact he was supposed to be the next Garrison pride and joy. Sh/ro has got serious PTSD going on, but there is also a darker side to him that really only Ke/th has seen, but is hinted at in the series. We see a bit of it come out in episode one of season two. Plus, they’re guys. You’ve got to use the proper term, Gary Stu or Marty Stu.
Fanon L@nce is a Gary Stu: No, seriously. You want to talk about Gary Stu, here he is. They try giving the positive traits of the other characters to him, he steals the spotlight from other characters, he’s a major woobie to try to counter his fake perfection, yet every which way you turn, he’s not a believable character but just a bunch of wish fulfillment.
P.S. I’m suddenly wondering what Canon!L@nce and Fanon L@nce would get on the Universal Mary Sue Test… scores would vary depending on person.
This approach is kind of a halfway-there response to feminism. We all know it’s poor form to relegate your leading lady to the damsel-in-distress role, so let’s make her competent! Actually, we’ll do you one better: We’ll make her more competent than the hero. Girl power! Guys are always such bumbling idiots, right, ladies? Except, you know, when it’s important. When it’s important, only a guy can get the job done.
And so we have Hermione and her Mary Poppins bag singlehandedly keeping Harry and Ron alive all through Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. She wards their invisible tent, brews Polyjuice Potion, and hexes Harry into unrecognizability when they’re captured — but it’s Harry who kills Voldemort, of course.
We have Trinity in The Matrix, who is so heart-stoppingly competent during our first encounter with her, and who is allowed to accomplish so little throughout the rest of the trilogy while Neo repeatedly saves humanity, that film critic Tasha Robinson named the Trinity Syndrome after her. (Trinity Syndrome: “the hugely capable woman who never once becomes as independent, significant, and exciting as she is in her introductory scene.”)
Requested by: @weirdnewbie Fandom: Reign Relationship: BashxReader Prompt: Bash is in love with Mary’s twin sister and wants to court her
“Mary, when you get a moment, can we speak?” Bash asked your sister, avoiding eye contact with you. You turned towards Francis, who was standing on the other side of Mary. “Francis, why don’t you show me the lake.” Francis raised an eyebrow, “You know where the lake is Y/N.” Rolling your eyes you took Francis’ arm and dragged him towards the lake. “Y/N is everything alright?” You held tighter to you brother in laws arm as you walked through the castles fields. “Bash hasn’t spoken to me in days, he didn’t even speak to me when he came back from that hunting trip. I don’t know what I did wrong.” “You did nothing, Bash isn’t your typical Frenchman. Most nobles will tell you what they want. Bash, however bad his reputation is, is more respectful than many.” You smile softly looking towards the ground. “You’re the best big brother I could’ve asked for.” You looked towards each other smiling. “You know,” You teased. “I remember when I first met you and Bash. You two tried to prank Mary and I, you switched places. Told Mary she was going to marry the brunette, and she was so nervous because she liked you better. She was so afraid to hurt Bash’s feelings she forced me to be with the two of them everywhere they went. You kept that up for a whole week, and when you finally got caught, Mary wouldn’t speak to you for the rest of the week.” Francis let out a laugh as he stopped at the bench by the river. “She never did fully forgive us for that. But you were happy with anything, you were such a lovely person since the moment we met you. The beautiful Scottish princess my kingdom fell in love with.” “I’m glad my sister fell in love with you. “I’m glad she loves me too.” You sat there in silence leaning against Francis’ shoulder, something you two had done since you were young children. You would never love Francis as Mary did, the way you loved him was different. He was a guiding light you were grateful to have in your life. “Your grace, Princess Y/N,” You heard a servant call, you stood and faced the young boy. “Yes, dear?” The servant bowed his head, “Oh no darling, no bowing necessary. Am I needed somewhere?” “Yes your grace, Sebastian De Poitiers requests to see you in the throne room.” You nodded at the boy and looked back at Francis nervously before making your way up to the castle. When you entered the throne room you immediately noticed the worried look on Bash’s face. “Seb,” you asked worriedly “Are you alright.” “Y/N, since the moment I met you I knew I wanted you in my life.” “Seb,” You blushed “What is this about?” The nervous expression retook his face. “Please, just let me finish. I’ve always wanted you in my life in some way, I waited nine years for you and Mary to return to court. Within those nine years, I realized how I wanted you in my life, but I knew being the bastard of France would make it hard. But, by the caring nature of your sister’s soul, your agreement will make it possible.” You looked at your best friend confused. “Sebastian, what do you mean?” He walked forward until there were only inches between the two of you. “I mean,” Bash moved his hand towards yours, intertwining the two of them. “Give me permission to call you mine. I want to court you and one day I want to be your husband and the father of your children. I want to take the first step in that direction. Please, allow me to laugh in the face of the nobles when they attempt to flirt with you. Let me court you.” You smiled at the man in front of you. “Yes, Sebastian, yes.” He picked you up and spun you around, causing your giggles to echo throughout the throne room. As he placed you down, neither of you could tear away from each other’s eyes. Both of you leaned in and the fireworks exploded. Finally, you were with the boy you always wanted.
me and my housemate just spent twenty minutes trying to take the lid off of a blender and had to resort to taking it to our next door neighbor, who we have never met or spoken to before. he opened in it about six seconds.
An extremely disheveled, disgruntled Mary MacDonald stumbled
from her bedroom to find her ex-best-mate perched crossed-legged on the wobbly
table in their kitchen, a small blender tucked between her legs.
“The fuck are you
“I’m trying,” Lily grunted through clenched teeth, “to get
this damned lid off.”
Mary, unimpressed with the considerable effort Lily was putting
into this task, glared at her. “And why in the fuck are you using the blender?”
“To make a smoothie,” Lily answered casually.
“And when in the fuck did we get a blender?” A legitimate
question. “And why?” Another.
“Discount shop. It was to two pounds, and to make smoothies.
Mary nodded as if the sight of Lily making a smoothie wasn’t
weird as fuck. “Why in the fuck did the inclination to make a smoothie strike
“Hangover cure,” Lily said cheerily, flashing a toothy grin
at Mary. After dabbing at the light sheen of sweat on her forehead with her sleeve,
she resumed her efforts. “Why in the fuck are you saying fuck so much?”
“Because you,” Mary said, pointing an accusatory finger at Lily,
“banging that wooden spoon so damn loudly on that plastic lid woke me up at—” she
squinted at the clock, “six-thirty-fucking-seven on Friday morning.”
“Oi, right, sorry.”
“I don’t have class
“I know, which is why you went out to that party last night,
which is why I blended you a hangover cure.”
No I don’t want any of your tjlc
No I dont ship Johnlock
I am quite happy with shipping Sheriarty
Does that mean I think its really freakin canon? No.
It’s ok if you ship Johnlock you go, it’s also ok if you ship Sherlolly, Adlock or whatever the fuck you want.
But for the love of god stop rubbing it into my face, stop hijacking tags that don’t even belong to THIS FANDOM
I want to enjoy my destiel without reading how Johnlock is going canon 2017 and Destiel isn’t. I don’t need that.
Have you heard about queerbaiting?
And how the hell are you all getting super excited about the idea that Jim Moriarty really wants to drug and rape Sherlock?
Why do you hate Mary so much? What the hell is going on in this fandom?
Get some freakin chill.
This drabble is lovingly dedicated to @allykat023 who lets me yell about things like Yuuri being a dinosaur kid.
One Sentence Summary: Victor quickly finds out how much Yuuri likes loves dinosaurs.
Super serious Author’s Note: if the thought of dinosaurs no longer being a live upsets you please don’t read!
Victor loves learning new things about Yuuri.
The way his eyes shine when he’s talking about one of his passions and especially the little shimmy Yuuri unconsciously does when he’s really excited about something.
So when he saw the way Yuuri’s face lit up as he nodded enthusiastically at Mari’s mention of a new dinosaur fossil discovery, he absolutely wanted to explore this love of dinosaurs. Although Yuuri mentioned that he was fond of visiting museums on his trips to new cities, he’d never mentioned anything specifically about his interest in dinosaurs.
“Yuuri, you never told me that you had an interest in dinosaurs,” Victor said, smiling.
“Oh…yeah I did. A little bit. When I was a kid,” Yuuri said softly. At that Mari snorted with laughter and Yuuri’s cheeks colored slightly.