Chris keeps a Journal diary keeping track of the monsters he befriends and things he learns about them. Jess and Josh find it one day, and they are less than impressed to see what he wrote about them, so they made a few edits.
Purple is Jess Red is Josh Black is Chris (and yes, those are his doodles)
So, the family is out having breakfast. Remind me again, how long has it been since we’ve seen Dean flirt with a waitress? Yes I know, 12x11, but @mittensmorgul has written a fantastic meta HERE addressing that.
What’s different this time?
Wally - Red blooded American hunter. Wally, who sneers at namby pamby nancy boys with soft white hands. Wally, with his beard and his jacket who reminds me a lot of John. And Dean’s performing for him, being daddy’s little hunter boy.
So Dean tries to flirt with Mandy, using the hammiest possible approach and it fails. And he’s okay with it. Until she shows interest in Cas. Look at the reactions, Sam immediately look at Cas with an uh-oh face. And Dean is just pissed, complete with eye rolling and lips pursing.
Dean’s jealous, and Sam knows it. I say this because some people are already trying to paint Dean getting pissed as him being angry about getting rejected. That is highly OOC for Dean (Jo shot him down and he simply breezed past it) He’s gotten rejected plenty of times with no issue. Dean’s also got rejected by girls who then hit on Sam. He’s always been okay with that.
But Cas, Cas is different, isn’t he?
Wally is still there though. So Dean can’t pull the possessive jealous husband routine he pulled in 12x10. So what does Dean do? What every insecure person does.
Lalala I don’t care at all that someone’s flirting with you. I’m going to be magnanimous about it and show how much I don’t care at all hahaha because I don’t care. Not at all.
Wally nods in approval when Dean mentions Mandy is ‘into’ Cas. Mary shoots the topic down, and Dean tries to play both sides - the macho posturing side that Wally approves of, but Mary clearly doesn’t like it. So he backtracks there (”I’m not objectifying her Mom, this is a teachable moment)
And he’s trying to wink and act like everything’s cool… But it’s not. Dean doesn’t look happy, he looks positively pained. Contrast this to when he took Cas to the brothel. Another teachable moment. Look at how different he looked.
Sam distracts, and Dean has the perfect chance to forget about it. But he doesn’t. Because even though Cas has been clueless to everything till now, Dean’s still not feeling secure enough to let it go. He can’t act too irritated in front of Wally, so he takes it out on Sam a little, then immediately goes back to bro-bro manly back slapping. And Wally is watching on, nodding and approving everything Dean’s saying - she’ll smell like food. Really, Dean? Are you talking about a girl who’ll appeal to Cas, or you? Why are you fishing so much?
Cas still doesn’t respond. Mary shuts it down again. And that’s the end of that.
You know, it is surprising that 12x10 and 12x12 both had promos with Jealous!Insecure husband!Dean. It’s alost like their trying to point to something…
This may just be me, but I feel the only person who should be able to correct someone on my pronouns is me.
If I find no ill-intent with how someone refers to me, then I find no real reason to correct them.
I don’t like the idea of people correcting or getting angry about something on my behalf. That’s up to me to decide, not anyone else. And by doing things like that it often feels like those people are “speaking for me”, which I don’t approve of.
I have to do this all the time, and then I end up apologizing to the person who was corrected, as they meant nothing negative when speaking that way. Often the person correcting pronouns will be aggressive and immediately take offense -for me-. Please, do NOT take offense for me. It is up to me to decide if I am offended by the way someone addresses me or not. And it ends up making me look and feel horrible.
Nine times out of ten, when someone uses “incorrect pronouns” they mean no harm and often feel bad about. Not to mention, almost everyone who tends to correct pronouns for me does not know me personally, but their actions reflect negatively on me. Which isn’t fair to anyone involved.
This is NEW to many people and allowing ME to go at my own speed and deal with things as I see fit helps with the transition BETTER.
I do appreciate how considerate and kind most people are being towards me, but remember to be kind towards EVERYONE as well. Assuming the worst of someone or a situation will only hurt everyone involved.
So, in conclusion, the only ones who should be able to correct anyone about how I should be addressed are myself or my partner Val.
Q: What was the reason that made you want to become a singer?
V: In my 6th year of elementary school…
Suga: In my 5th year of elementary school…
Jimin: Let’s speak one by one.
Jungkook: For me it’s 1st year of middle school.
Suga: It was around my 5th year of elementary school when Stony Skunk released their 2nd album. I wasn’t into music at that time but one day I was watching a music program and got totally amazed by Stony Skunk’s performance. They completely dominated the stage with a free spirit… I fell in love with that performance for a while and then after I listened to Epik High’s ‘Fly’, I thought “Ah, I have to rap.” I wanted to get into hip hop more so I started composing as well. It was like something I had to do. I think I have never changed my dream.
Jin: When I was in 1st year of middle school, I was chatting with my friends and we just said “I’m gonna be a singer!” very vaguely. At that time I just thought of being a cool singer, without any plan. “I want to make this vague dream come true. It’s a cool dream.”
J-hope: When I was younger I stood out quite peculiarly at school. At places like talent shows.
Rap Monster: Yeah, there’s no way you can’t stand out.
J-hope: Whenever I participate in things like talent shows, my friends would push me to the front to dance, it felt really good dancing in front of many people.
Jimin: All~ stage
J-hope: Those experiences made me think “Ah, I really have to learn dancing”, so I started searching for videos and learned dancing for real. I looked at singers who sing and dance at the same time and found them cool. So I wanted to become one myself.
Jimin: I started my singer dream from dancing too.
Rap Monster: Back in my 1st year of middle school, I really liked music so I just had this vague thought “I want to make music”. But around the 2nd year of middle school, I went to Hongdae and saw some hyungs rapping there, and they were really cool. I thought “I want to make music like that too” and started nurturing my music dream.
Suga:(looking at V) And you?
V: I’m like Hobi-hyung too. You know there are kids who always stay quiet at school but would stand out when there’s a festival around.
Rap Monster: Seems like you were one of those kids.
V: I would stand out whenever there’s a festival, but it’s thanks to Big Bang’s Daesung-sunbaenim’s ‘Look At Me Gwisoon’ that I gained my popularity in 6th year of elementary school.
Rap Monster: That was your debut stage.
V: Yeah, so I got quite big in Geochang.
Rap Monster: Geochang’s specialty!
J-hope: So it’s ‘Look At Me Taehyung’.
V: After that I was praised as the ‘characters of festivals’. But my popularity started slowly slipping down from middle school, so I thought “Ah, what I can do well is standing on the stage!!” and told my dad. So my dad…
Suga: I think I heard the next part over 100 times.
J-hope: Does your saxophone story have no ending?
V: Why do you say saxophone! I haven’t even mentioned saxophone yet!
Suga: Next your father will say “Shouldn’t you know how to play at least one instrument?” and so you started learning saxophone.
V: Ah yes…
Jin: You just need to talk up until that part.
Suga: That part is the reason why you wanted to become a singer.
Rap Monster: You just need to talk about your determination of being a singer.
Jin: Ah, saxophone! (laughs)
V: But I haven’t! Even! Brought up the word “saxophone” yet. I haven’t brought up it yet.
J-hope: You can talk about why you learned saxophone in any question.
Rap Monster: He suddenly went from talking about festivals to the instrument thing (ㅋㅋㅋ) What about Jungkook?
Jungkook: I joined a B-boying club in middle school and started learning then. But my parents said I wasn’t tall and told me not to learn it.
J-hope: That’s right, they said that a lot.
Jungkook: So I stopped with B-boying and started on my own by searching for choreography videos, then I saw Big Bang’s G-dragon-sunbaenim and thought “Ah! This is it!”, after that I started dreaming of becoming a singer.
Q: Do you come across the hip hop genre from the beginning? What got you start making music?
Suga: My dream was “I want to make good music and let many people hear it” from the beginning, I listened to various kinds of music and took hip hop as my base.
Rap Monster: I think I started with the mindset of “Let’s make my music” without caring about genres. Hip hop is good, but even if it’s not hip hop, I want to show Kim Namjoon’s sincerity with any genre. I hated making insincere music, you know.
J-hope: Hmh… I started with dancing so I came across hip hop quite easily. I thought of hip hop from the beginning already, but after meeting Rap Monster and Suga-hyung, I was influenced directly and grew interest towards hip hop.
V: I have been liking hip hop since I was little.
Jin: I started having interest in hip hop after I became a trainee, every week Rapmon would give me a recommended song list, you remember that? (looking at Rap Monster) I listened to it every single day~ As I listened to it I started growing interest towards hip hop.
Suga: Yeah, Rapmon had it hard.
J-hope: Training time!
Jimin: At first I just wanted to become a singer without any plan at all, but I got a lot of help from the hyungs. They told me about genres and recommended me songs so I could get it easily, I listened to it and found it fun. That’s why I could have interest in hip hop.
Jungkook: I can talk about it now but honestly it was hard for me.
J-hope: Yeah. It was really hard for Jungkook at first when he came across hip hop.
Rap Monster: That’s right. Passion is not something that can be forced.
Jungkook: At first I kept listening to it and kept trying, but it was hard.
Jimin: Yeah, we talked about it a lot back then.
Suga: Why was it?
Jimin: One day Jungkook suddenly said “Hyung, I don’t know.” He said it was too difficult.
Suga: So we recommended him other genres besides hip hop. We told him “Just listen to music”.
V: That’s right. Hyungs picked a lot of lists for me. Especially Rapmon-hyung gave me a lot.
Rap Monster: Listening to hip hop helped Jungkook a lot with doing his favorite kind of choreography, so at first I let him listen to R&B a lot as well so he could easily catch it.
J-hope: The biggest thing as Jungkook slowly being introduced to music is his trip to America. (laughs)
You can all blame @smuttine and @kurogoesinthedas for putting the idea of merpeople!Inquisitors in my head, and of course I had to draw Tae as one as well. And of course I got totally carried away, this was supposed to be only a doodle. XD
Instead I ended up soft shading it, which I rarely do because it takes forever and I have little experience with it, but all those scales on the tail wouldn’t have looked as nice had I cell shaded it. Sooooo… yeah. Having said it I do really like how it came out. ^__^ The background is this photo courtesy of Tigers-stock.
Taerel here is based on a betta fish, though not any one in particular. I looked up a bunch of them and mix and matched.
I FORGOT I HAD THIS ASK HOW COULD I IT’S SO GOOD (Okay let me first say AUs in which any of les amis are royalty weird me out since, yknow, monarchy, so let’s assume Enjolras happened to be born the crown prince of Camelot and absolutely hates it and is determined to dissolve the whole notion of a kingdom when he’s supposed to ascend to the throne or something like that)
We all know how the story goes: everyone hates the current king for his ban on magic throughout Camelot. Enter Grantaire, a powerful (though he doesn’t realize it) wizard new to the kingdom who hates the king for the exact same reason, and his son by extension.
A vengeful witch tries to kill Enjolras. Grantaire saves his life, though he doesn’t understand why at the time. The king makes Grantaire Enjolras’ manservant as a ‘reward’.
They can’t standeach other at first. Grantaire’s never been that well-off, and he’s uncomfortable in a ridiculously lavish place like the castle. He throws snark at Enjolras every time he’s forced to dress him or pull his bath water or whatever. Enjolras, for his part, hates Grantaire’s attitude and snaps back every time he prods, saying things like ‘the size of my bed/stable/army is beyond my control’.
The Great Dragon tells him it’s his destiny to protect Enjolras and stay by his side. ‘Two sides of the same coin’, the Dragon calls them. Grantaire wants to serve Enjolras even less, after that.
Then he starts to notice things. The sparseness of Enjolras’ chambers compared to the other rooms in the castle. Enjolras paying the merchants for far more than their goods cost, then distributing it to the children of the town. His camaraderie with many of Camelot’s knights, yet his disdain towards the ones who talk down on the poor. Arguments that happen between Enjolras and his father behind closed doors while Grantaire stands outside (”No one person should be allowed to decide who lives or dies!” “It’s the way we’ve lived for centuries.” “Then the way we live must be changed. When I become king…”).
Grantaire sees a glimmer of hope through Enjolras. Maybe, just maybe, he’s someone who could change Camelot for the better.
Grantaire stops complaining about having to prepare Enjolras’ breakfast or polish his armour, even after Enjolras says he doesn’t have to. Grantaire tells himself he’s only doing it because it takes no effort with his magic.
If it were up to Enjolras, he wouldn’t have a manservant, but he can’t bring himself to tell Grantaire to leave. He doesn’t understand why–Grantaire is loud, insufferable, pessimistic, and often shows up late in the morning reeking of the town’s tavern.
But sometimes Enjolras catches a glimmer in Grantaire’s eyes. When he’s reading, or caring for Enjolras’ horse, or when he’s laughing with the knights on the training grounds. The grass seems to stand up taller where Grantaire walks through it. Enjolras knows that’s a ridiculous notion.
One day, Camelot is swept up in a mysterious drought that left it with barely any water and food (hint: it was magic). Enjolras steals the food that the king has been hoarding away in the castle stores and distributes it to the people.
It’s the same day Grantaire realizes he now has two secrets to keep: that he’s a sorcerer, and that he loves Enjolras.
Another day, a great beast which seems impervious to Enjolras and his knights’ attacks (hint: it was magical) knocks Enjolras unconscious on his back. When he comes to, it’s only to see an armourless, weaponless Grantaire standing alone in front of the slain beast. Grantaire’s eyes are golden when he turns around and fixes them on Enjolras.
It’s strange. He could swear on the life of every citizen in Camelot that Grantaire’s eyes are a deep brown.
“Do you permit it?” Grantaire keeps asking Enjolras. He asks when he wants to leave the castle, or assist one of the knights, or borrow a book. Enjolras tells him he doesn’t need to ask for permission to do anything. Grantaire is his own person, after all. Not that Enjolras could refuse him anyway. Still, Grantaire keeps asking.
“Do you permit it?” he asks, with a roll of his eyes, when Enjolras asks where he’s going. He’s only going back to his own chambers. Enjolras reddens.
“Do you permit it?” he asks, shyly, holding a tunic that Enjolras has gifted him for his birthday (which Enjolras went through a lot of trouble to discover).
“Do you permit it?” he asks, with thinly veiled panic behind his eyes as he holds a letter from his mother with shaking hands. He needs to return to his hometown for a while. Enjolras never wants to see that look on him again.
“Do you permit it?” he asks one day, when he stands beside Enjolras as a dozen archers aim their arrows at him. Enjolras takes his hand and smiles. He wishes they had more time together.
They aren’t shot. As if propelled by an invisible force, all the archers are knocked off their feet and their bows broken. Grantaire holds his free hand towards them. His eyes are golden. It’s all the confession Enjolras needs.
“Do you permit it?” he asks, wanting permission to leave Enjolras’ service. They avoided each other for a week after the incident. Grantaire’s use of magic broke Camelot’s highest law, which Enjolras hates. He doesn’t understand why Grantaire wants to leave. The thought makes his heart clench.
Enjolras permits it, on the condition that Grantaire stay by his side. It’s not an order, but a plea. No one should be forced to live in the servitude of another, after all, least of all someone like Grantaire.
Grantaire wants the reason for his condition. Enjolras gives it to him in a rush of breath. Grantaire’s eyes go wide.
“Do you permit it?” Grantaire asks, laying a tentative hand on Enjolras’ cheek.
“Yes,” Enjolras says. Grantaire’s eyes close. Maybe they’re golden. Somehow, when Grantaire’s lips touch his, he can’t bring himself to care.
robert comes face to face with the mistakes he’s made in the past when rebecca is pushed to her breaking point.
thank you to @sapphicsugden for convincing me to post this and generally being the best!
Of course it was fire.
It was always fire with him, wasn’t it? He was tied to a kitchen chair in Home Farm, Rebecca irate and pointing a lighter at him, threatening to set the kitchen alight, the surfaces apparently drenched in petrol.
Robert barely bit back a comment about how she wasn’t even creative enough to come up with her how method of scaring the shit out of him, copying the same thing Chrissie had done to him years previous.
Sarcasm, he decided, would probably make his position even more precarious. He’d only come to Home Farm because she’d left him about a thousand text messages, wanting to make it clear that she needed to leave him and Aaron alone.
After everything she’d done, she needed to just leave them be.
He’d only made it in the front door when she’d clocked him across the back of the head with a heavy decorative clock. Robert remembered feeling shocked before he’d collapsed to the floor, out for the count.
He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d woken up, but his head was banging and there was blood all over his shirt, staining the light blue material a bright red. He hoped it wasn’t too serious, hoped it was just a graze.
Maybe he was concussed, the world a bit fuzzy as he squinted at her, trying to work out how exactly Rebecca had gone from being pissed off with him, to entirely unhinged.
“Shut up!” Rebecca turned on him, a wild look in her eyes as she shouted. “I need to think, Robert, shut up.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this.” Robert didn’t want to shut up, didn’t want to leave this all to chance. “Rebecca, you can just let me go - I’ll walk away and no one has to know, yeah?”
“It’s too late for that.” Rebecca shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke. “It’s too late for that now. I’ve got - I’ve got to do something, I’ve got to.”
Robert swallowed nervously. “Is hurting me going to make you feel better?” he asked quietly, wondering if this was finally karma coming back to bite him. He’d never been a particularly good person, he’d caused Rebecca, and countless other people so much pain, so much heartache - Chrissie, Aaron, Katie.
Maybe this was karma. This was the universe finally saying enough was enough, and it’s your turn to be the one getting hurt, Robert Sugden.
“I loved you.” Rebecca said tearfully, slumping into another of the kitchen chairs. “Robert, I loved you so much, and I would have given you anything. Why did you chose Chrissie? Why couldn’t you have just loved me? We’d have been happy together, we would have.”
Robert didn’t know what to say, how to answer. The truth would only make her worse, wouldn’t it? He’d only ever been attracted to the fun, adventurous side of Rebecca, the side of her that was prone to sneaky hotel getaways and secret hookups in nightclub bathrooms, distracting each other from the monotony of life with the Whites.
It had never been serious, not for him. Robert knew he should have stopped it when he realised Rebecca was starting to have feelings for him, but he was selfish, and he enjoyed the thrill of it all too much to give a second thought to her feelings.
To give a second thought to how it might all come back to bite him.
Robert felt the press of his wedding ring against his skin, on the verge of tears himself as he thought about Aaron. Aaron, his husband, the love of his life, the man who’d forgiven him it all.
Forgiven him more than he ever deserved to be forgiven.
If he didn’t get out of this, if Rebecca lost it entirely, and he never saw Aaron again, well - Robert didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to think about what it would do to Aaron, or Vic, or Liv, didn’t want to think about how his life could be ripped away from him before he even got much of a chance to enjoy it.