I know a lot of people are upset that we didn’t get to see
Dean carry Cas’s body into the house—and don’t get me wrong, I wanted to see it
too; but can you imagine them actually trying to film that scene? It would’ve
“Okay—just jump up here” Jensen says, squatting down some
and holding out his arms.
“No way!” Misha yelps instantly, backing up a few paces.
“You’re gonna drop me!”
“I won’t drop you!” Jensen scoffs, opening his arms wider
now and motioning for Misha to move.
“Hell no! As soon as I jump, you’ll drop me.”
“I’ve carried you before, man. Did I drop you then?”
“That was for photos and shit—two seconds tops. This is a
whole scene!” Misha argues, putting his hands on his hips.
“C’mon, guys! Are we doing this or what?” Phil calls out from
somewhere behind the monitors.
“Yep!” Jensen answers quickly and then motions to Misha again—this time,
with an urgent look on his face.
Misha rolls his eyes but eventually moves in closer, bracing
one hand on Jensen’s shoulder before throwing his own body into the air.
They both immediately tumble to the ground.
“Dude—why are your arms around my neck?”
“I don’t want to fall again!” Misha whines, looking warily
towards the gravel as Jensen scoots along.
Jensen breathes out a strained laugh at that . “Yeah, but you’re
supposed to be dead. This is kinda killing the illusion.”
“I don’t think so” Misha mutters, obviously choosing to be
“Seriously, dude? I can’t carry dead-Cas inside,
bridal-style!” Jensen huffs, shifting his arms a little to try and keep Misha’s weight
in the air.
“Why not? You carrying me to my death bed is pretty much the
same as you carrying me to the marriage bed … especially on this show.”
Jensen quickly drops Misha again.
Jensen is out of breath—and his back is hurting like a
mother fucker, but he hunkers down to lift Misha up once more.
And this time—Misha slumps his body backwards and completely relaxes his
muscles, which nearly breaks Jensen in two.
“Oof! God—damn!” Jensen grunts, trying desperately to step forward
across the dirt and grass. “It’s like—ugh—carrying
a—agh—a sack of wet leather!”
Misha slits one eye open and smirks at his costar. “You’re so sweet, Dean. This is
why I fell for you in the first place.”
He’s prepared to be dropped this time,
and he laughs as he rolls out of Jensen’s arms.
“What’s goin’ on, guys?” Phil yells out across the clearing.
“Nothin’!” Jensen wheezes, bending his body over his knees
as he tries to catch his breath. “Just—just need a minute!”
A second later, Jared is bounding up to them. “Hey, y’all
Misha chuckles and goes over to pat Jensen on the back. “Yeah—someone
just needs to spend more time lifting weights.”
Jensen immediately sneers up at the other man. “And someone else needs
to lay off the pizza!”
“How about I be the one to carry him in?” Jared says
suddenly—loud enough for Phil to hear it too.
“We could try that” Phil says, sounding frustrated and just
eager to get this scene over with.
“What?” Misha yelps. “No way! No, no, no, no, no! No way
Jared is carrying me!”
“Wha—why?” Jared asks, feigning some puppy dog innocence that is damn near Oscar worthy.
“You know exactly
why!” Misha insists, taking several steps backwards to be out of the moose’s long reach. “Phil!
You can’t be serious! Jared is just going to throw me in the lake if we do it
Jared’s face bursts into a giant grin, and his eyes sparkle like a
Disney character whose wish just came true. “The lake! I didn’t even think of that!”
Misha groans loudly, and Jensen is laughing– all while Phil is angrily
rubbing his temples behind the monitor.
“Are we ready yet?”
“One more sec, Phil!” Misha answers, turning back to look at
Jared and Jensen with a face of warning.
“How about we both carry him in?” Jared suggests, and it
sounds genuine but Misha still isn’t falling for it.
“No! Not gonna happen! Then you’ll both just throw me into
Jensen rolls his eyes but he can’t stop himself from
smiling. “No we won’t, man. Seriously—we’re losing the light here. We need to get
“I know that! Don’t you think I know that? But this is my
dead body we’re talking about and I need to make sure it’s respected!”
“We’ll respect it” Jared insists.
“Since when have you ever respected it?” Misha counters.
“Okay! Alright! Just… Jared, get back there—we’re gonna try
this again the way it’s scripted, okay?”
Jared holds up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, but I’ll be over here
if you need me.”
“We won’t need you” Misha warns, knowing Jared’s deviousness
all too well and it’s starting to make him break out in hives.
Jared laughs but finally backs away, until he’s far off on the other
side of the set.
Jensen then takes a deep breath. “Okay, man. Let’s go. Let’s
Misha nods, and they both seem determined now.
With a heave and some careful balancing, Misha is once again in
Jensen’s arms and Jensen is once again, huffing his way to the front door of
the cabin. He’s huffing a lot … he sounds like he’s in pain.
“You okay?” Misha whispers, trying not to look up or move
his mouth much—because, he is dead after all.
“Fine” Jensen wheezes shortly, but he doesn’t sound very
“You sure?” Misha asks again.
“Shh!” Jensen snips, trying to concentrate.
Misha finally peeks up at him. “Your face is really red.”
Jensen doesn’t answer, he just strains to keep Misha in his grasp.
“And your veins are popping out of your neck.”
“I’m acting” Jensen finally grunts.
“Acting—constipated?” Misha asks.
“Ow—okay, now you’re pinching my ass!”
“Well, I need to hold onto something!”
“You need to hold onto my ass?”
“It’s got the most grip.”
“Okay … okay … now that just tickles!” Misha starts to
laugh, squirming a little and it eventually throws Jensen off balance.
“F—fu—fuck!” Jensen wobbles to one side and sends Misha
rolling dramatically onto the ground.
“I can help!” Jared yells out, sounding so excited, he
might just burst.
“No … no, that’s alright, Jared” Phil cuts in, just as Misha
is lifting himself from the dirt. “We’ve been talking and we think we’re
just going to cut this scene. It’s uh … it’s not working out.”
With that, Misha throws his fist into the air victoriously, and Jensen drops exhaustively to the ground with the
overwhelming relief—and Jared’s disappointed moans can be heard all the way on
the other side of the lake; echoing out “Aw, man!” and “Damnit” and lamenting all the glorious opportunity
that he’s just lost.
Tan skin rippled across taut muscles, delicately framing the sinewed shape of lean, strong arms that glistened with beads of sweat mixed with dirt.
“D’you get a new landscaper, Nick?” you asked your friend, continuing to watch as the man knelt over a flowerbed while yanking out weeds. He tossed it aside into a bucket for clippings, and as if he felt your gaze on him, he turned around and spotted you standing at the window. Catching the way you straightened, affirming that you had been staring at him, he chuckled with a smirk, wiping his damp brow with the back of his hand and turned back to his task.
“Hmm?” Nick asked, coming out of the fridge with two beers and handing one of them to you. He caught sight of your shy expression and the man working hard out in his garden, nodding as he understood your question. “No, that’s Harry. He owns the company, but I guess they’re understaffed since Harry’s covering for Marcus while he’s on holiday. We hang out sometimes–he’s pretty chill. Watch romcoms together. He’ll be hangin’ around after he’s finished.”
You were only half listening as your attention fell back to the man—Harry, as Nick had said—watching his back curve perfectly as he struggled with a stubborn weed, the hem of his florescent yellow t-shirt riding up to expose more tanned skin and more sweat.
“Alright, then,” Nick continued, with an annoyed yet amused smile as he took a sip of his beer. “Let’s head outside so you can enjoy the view.”
“Sure,” you agreed without thinking about his comment. Head in the clouds, you followed him toward the sliding glass door that led out to the patio, stepping halfway through before realizing what he said. “Hey!”
“What?” he laughed. “Should I have added, more than you already are?” he teased. You had to laugh because of course he was right, and honestly you didn’t mind removing the layer of glass between you and this gardener from the heavens.
The Fourth of July is the holiday on which Americans give thanks twice as much to George Washington, George Bush, George Herbert Walker Bush, and Jimmy Carter.
One common American tradition on the Fourth of July is that of the Presidential Prayer Beads. At dinner time, one family member takes out a bracelet with 45 beads and uses it to help name each president and their role in building America. Every time the country elects a new President, families add a bead to their bracelet. Highly observant families also have bracelets devoted to the number of states, Constitutional Amendments, and Sessions of Congress.
Families settle down to the Independence Dinner after they finish counting and reciting all their beads and praying to each president. There is no single type of Independence Dinner. This reflects how America is a melting pot or tossed salad of different cultures and ways of life. In fact, that’s just what a lot of Americans do: they serve melting pots and tossed salads, but what’s in those meals differs with each region, city, or even neighborhood!
During the Independence Dinner, all Americans have their tv, radio, or web browsers open, listening for the First Bite made by the president. It’s customary that no one in the family starts eating until the President takes a bite of his or her own dinner, which has been broadcast throughout the country as long as there has been sound recording equipment or word of mouth in the Washington, D.C. It used to be a custom that the President would visit a household and take the First Bite from their dinner, but this ended with the Scalding of 1949.
After the Independence Dinner, Americans set out their lawn chairs on the grass, dirt, balcony, or in front of an open window. They do this to get a perfect view of the Fourth of July Fireworks. If you are staying in America during the Fourth of July, you will not need to travel very far to see the show because they are visible in virtually every part of the country. If an American does not live closer to a fireworks show, there is a good chance that their household plans to hold a fireworks show that year. Many states restrict the sale of fireworks, but if an American goes to a store and says I am holding a Fourth of July Fireworks show the law enforcement will usually look the other way. In major cities, this is less important because the town government will pay for the fireworks show.
When the Fourth of July Fireworks end, most Americans go to sleep. All burnt fireworks are recycled and all unused fireworks are sold back to retail stores at half price. If an American lives near the border with Mexico or Canada, they may cross the border to spread the festivities.
I hope this has been helpful. Criticisms and questions are welcome. If I missed something, please let me know. Happy Fourth of July!
Here’s a past post link, so let’s get right into this!
Scenario: The first part was at the beginning of the session. Everyone was walking to their next destination out in an open field when it starts snowing. Like… Heavy snowing. So, it was up to William the Human Warlock, Jun the Wood-Elf Monk, and Vuuvie the-… uh… Vuuvie to do what they could against the elements…
William: *Lifts a hand to catch some snow flakes* “Oh my, it appears that we are due for some bad weather.”
Jun: “Pfft. Worthless, human warlock. He can’t even handle a little bit of cold.”
Vuuvie: “I donno. It feels kinda homey. Like death is trying to snuggle you for some reason.”
Group, and DM: “…”
Vuuvie: “I’m gonna just burrow us a shelter in the ground.”
William:* Gives Vuuvie a look of confusion. * “You… Can burrow?”
Vuuvie: “Are you kidding me?” * Lifts arms in character, but shows a sketch of the character having HUGE monster arms as an out of character action. * “Look at these giant arms! They could bludgeon a gorilla, and emasculate him at the same time!”
DM (OOC): “Okay, roll a survival check for Vuuvie.”
* Instantly rolls a Nat20, and the DM rolls their eyes from behind their screen. *
Vuuvie (OOC): “So, this is how it goes down: Vuuvie just starts winding his arms up, and burrows into the ground like an automatic construction excavator. Pretty soon, he’s just created a huge pile of dirt that has neatly made a large pile outside of the freshly dug hole.”
Jun (OOC): * Already knowing that this was gonna be worth while. * “Can I investigate this?”
* They investigate, and jump down the hole. *
Vuuvie (OOC): “As soon as you jump down, the digging sound ceases. Yet, you are now faced with a large security door bolted into the dirt wall. The door is also made of dirt.”
Jun (OOC): “I knock on the door.”
Vuuvie:* A small pannel in the door slides open revealing a set of eyes. They are obviously Vuuvies. * “No-one sees the wizard! No-way! No-how!”
Jun: “It’s me, Vuuvie.”
Vuuvie: “Oh, okay.”
* The DM is busy laughing their ass off as Vuuvie proceeds to open the door showing a highly detailed, and decorated room with fine decor. Tables, statues, furniture. Even separate rooms with load bearing support beams. All made out of sand. *
Vuuvie: “Please wipe your feet.” * Vuuvie motions to a welcome mat that is also made of sand before walking to a sand-sofa, and turning on a sand-lamp that he casted ‘Light’ on to turn on so that he could read a book made of sand that was titled ‘101 Things You Can Do With Sand - By Vuuvie Jaster.’ * "Make yourself at home. Mi casa, es su casa.“
DM (OOC): “I’m guessing that the ceiling is just a thin layer of dirt, and grass, so it collapses on both of you.”
Vuuvie: “Hm… I feel a draft. Jun, would you be a dear, and turn on the sand-thermostat?"
This is Starke!
I found him abandoned m on the side of the road, but now lives with me and his Pitbull older sister Leesi. He’s an old soul for a puppy that likes to sit in the dirt (not grass) and stare at the clouds go by
author’s note: started watching hemlock grove and wanted to write something for roman but holy hell it was so difficult. idk why i was having so much trouble. i almost gave up on this idea but was adamant about making it work so i hope y’all like this and my struggle ends up being worth it lol
Diglett’s underside has always been and always will be one of the greater mysteries of the pokémon universe. You’d think after all these years some Professor would simply try to pull one out of the ground, but until that day all we can do is speculate.
Of course, there are countless memes depicting Diglett as a small part of a larger monster, or some ripped out humanoid figure not to even mention some other very disturbing speculations. But there are plenty of theories out there that hold scientific ground, too.
For example, MandJTV Pokevids has this video where he describes Diglett as a mole. It is a mole pokémon, we have support that Diglett’s underside can’t be too huge, and in Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Diglett explicitly states that he has feet.
All of this leads the youtuber to deduce that Diglett is some kind of small mole pokémon, with little legs and little claws to dig like this:
However, ProtoMario has a similar video with a very different theory. He claims that diglett is essentially half-ditto, and his bottom half morphs into whatever it needs to. For example, you can place diglett on a chair or on a table, and nothing would be underneath, because his lower half essentially becomes part of what he’s standing on.
Which is all a great theory, but I have a simpler one. That pile of rocks at the bottom? Those are its feet.
I’m imagining it as a mollusc-like food, like a snail or like Gastrodon–a series of complex muscles that it uses to slide around on by undulating through the soil. In fact, in bivalves, like clams or oysters, their foot has evolved specifically for the purpose of digging. Not unlike a worm, but with a snail’s foot.
We see Diglett plenty of times popping out of the ground without his foot, usually when they’re moving through the ground:
But as shown before, Diglett always has the rocky, gravell-y looking foot even when it was just picked up from a dirt or grass environment. So in this gif the foot is still there, but just underneath the soil such that diglett can use it to dig/walk around.
Earthworms dig by essentially just pushing the dirt out of the way, and Diglett probably does the same with its complex mobile feet.
Diglett has a complex series of muscles in a mollusc-like foot, which it uses to dig around. The foot is disguised as a pile of gravel, misleading many into thinking there’s more to the mystery.
That’s just my idea. And it’s only one in a infinite pool of possibilities. Reblog this with your favorite theories about Diglett’s underside!