i like the donna one better i think

So hey, uhm.


Look man.

We’ve had our ups and downs (mostly downs), and like, you’ve given me shit and I’ve given you a lot back.

But, comic con is coming up and.

YJ seems to be huge so like.

Let’s say you give me BBRae for ONCE in a serious form of canon that isn’t just baiting or awful aaaand

I maybe kinda sorta overlook all your previous transgressions, mmkay?

Like, I still won’t buy Percy’s godawful comic run on TT, and JL vs TT can rot in hell for creating the worst ship in TT comic history (think Donna/Terry bad). But.

I’ll just pretend they don’t exist.

Give less of a fuck.

Maybe not slander your poor creative choices as much.

Because, at least then, I can say I’ll have ONE THING. And it’s really all I need.

That’s not much, right? It’s like, hardly anything. One teensy request to forgive a LOT of shitshow. I think you’re getting the better end of this deal, honestly.

But hey. I’m not begging. Or anything.

Just think about it.

Consider it.

Maybe even go through with it. Just a thought.


Your saltiest, ship trash fan who is getting pretty fed up with your current TT projects.


West Wing + ASOIAF House Words (insp)

When the kids go to bed...

AKA Drunken Conversations

So imagine Ben, Hikaru, Jim, Len, Len’s sister Donna, and her husband Fred are sitting around talking and laughing after Joanna and Demora have been put to bed. Someone makes a joke about giving blowjobs. Ben and Hikaru are laughing. Jim and Len are laughing. Donna is laughing. And Fred is just sitting there awkwardly cause he doesn’t quite get it since he’s only been on the receiving end of one.

Once the laughter has died down, Hikaru looks at Fred and says, “Oh, that’s right, you’re the straightest guy in the house.”

And then, a little more quietly, Ben corrects him saying, “Only straight guy in the house.”

The idea continued on with Len realizing that Donna was laughing and just saying “No, Donna. No!” Or even better, them realizing that Mama is laughing at the blowjob joke from the other room and Donna and Len saying “Mama! No!”

Also, from today via @auduna-druitt (and a bit from @captainsbabysitter-blogand @yourtropegirl)

I still like the thing where someone makes that other joke and Fred laughs and it takes Len a while to realize.

Face turns white and walks out.

Jim high fives Fred and winks at Donna.

Len doesn’t want to think about his sister and her husband’s bedroom habits.

Also can’t unsee his sister as a potential dom.

“One time Len! We did that one time!”

“I don’t care! I don’t need to hear this!”

Jim and Hikaru just want to know if he liked it.

Donna chasing her brother around the house trying to “explain”

“No no no no! La la la la. I cant hear you”

“What was that? I can’t hear you. Did you say something?”

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anonymous asked:

What are some of your personal opinions on charmed?

I’m trying to think of some I haven’t said before or some that aren’t as known… I feel like a lot of the people who follow this blog have heard me ramble on most topics (favorite sister, favorite ship, etc.) but here goes..

  • I like Christy more than Billie. I think Christy’s story was superior and her character just more interesting. 
  • I wish they brought back a previous character instead of having Billie.
  • Not really an opinion just more of a what if kind of thought… but I’ve seen a lot of people talk about how they wished Andy had been a Whitelighter (there’s a reason he wasn’t) but I like to think his soul got sent to Valhalla!
  • I liked season seven, but I think it was written poorly like it could have been done better. 
  • Everyone knows I hate season six, but I do like the Leo/Gideon/Wyatt storyline and again… wish it were written better. Especially for Leo, like that could have been such a good storyline for him as well as for the girls. I understand the show is about the sisters, but Leo was there since season one, he deserved a storyline as well. 
  • I think the reason that Leo and Piper didn’t get storylines outside their relationship is one of the reasons they didn’t grow as much as they could have as characters and why they were so dependent on each other. 
  • I think Phoebe had the most growth throughout the whole series. 
  • Also think Phoebe is unfairly hated in a lot of aspects. 
  • I wish Patty was put into the show more.
  • Piper is my least favorite sister. 
  • I wish we saw more of Darryl and Sheila.
  • I HATE how the Stillman sisters were portrayed as ditzy, dumb, incompetent characters when they did what most of the male demons couldn’t and did it better than the ones who could. 
  • Brad Kern is evil. 
  • Barbas was the best. 
  • I liked Quake’s environment better P3 gave us The Flaming Lips, The Donnas, and Pat Benatar so I’m not complaining.
  • The Seer and the Crone were amazing and they deserve more credit than people like the Source, Zankou, etc. 
  • Paige deserved better than Kyle. and just better storylines over all. 
  • Prue was much more than her “in charge, always in control” persona and the fact that people can’t see past that is really sad. 

That’s all I got for now. So I rambled lol

anonymous asked:

I have a quote prompt that I'd love to see your interpretation of: "Sometimes, people are incapable of letting someone know they love them because deep down, they know the person they love deserves better."

Hey Guys, bare with us, we’re working through some of the older & harder prompts. You guys are keeping us on our toes! ;-) A.


Over the last few months, things had turned around so many times, that neither Harvey nor Donna knew what was up, or down. Which side they lay on. What side of the line they stood one. Of what situation they held most important between them at any given time.

They had fought and fought and fought until their mouths could move no more.

Then they had kissed, again. Much to their and everyone else’s complete shock.  

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An Unexpected Epiphany

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum
Word Count: 1,854
Warnings: It’s a Dean and Donna ship, so heads up if you aren’t about that life. I normally wouldn’t even think about that, but yesterday was Donut Day, and the scene where they’re both eating donuts gives me life, and even though this has nothing to do with donuts, I needed some Dean x Donna cuteness.

A/N: This isn’t beta’d so every mistake is mine and mine alone. I almost didn’t post it but @escabell‘s words made me want to so here we are. As usual, tags are at the bottom, let me know if you want to be added. I tried tagging a different way this time, as it appears my tags have been broken. (If your username is struck through, it means it wouldn’t tag for some reason)

Originally posted by ijensenackles

Dean sat quietly at the end of the table, slowly chewing and taking in the scene in front of him.

He and Sam had been on the way home when they’d decided to make a quick detour and stop at Jody’s. Although Jody wasn’t much older than Dean, he had started to look at her like a mother figure; ever since they’d lost Bobby, it was something they’d been missing. Although no one could ever take Bobby’s spot, Jody was there when he and Sam both needed a kick in the ass, a home cooked meal, or just someone to talk to. Dean could tell Sam was excited to stop by, even if he didn’t say anything. They may have had their own place to call home, a place to stay safe, but Jody had become a part of their family.

So when Jody had called and asked where they were, and had told them that Claire and Alex were out for the night, Sam and Dean had jumped on the chance to spend some time with one of their favorite people. However, Dean had been surprised when the door opened and Donna greeted them enthusiastically, her smile bright and welcoming.

And so here they sat. Dean at the end of the table, Jody at the other, and Sam and Donna both sitting in the middle on either side. It wasn’t much different from other times that they had visited; Donna was often at Jody’s house, but the table was usually more full and Dean was always distracted. This time, however, it was quiet. Which meant that Dean’s attention had turned in a direction that he hadn’t given much thought to until now.

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Masterpiece Theatre


“all I want is you.”
“I’ve been here so very long.”
“I could wreck it if I had to but I’m the wreck, so what would that do?”
“my masterpiece will fall apart.”
“it was over before the start.”
“if I burn out and slip away…”
“well this is just a part I portray.”
“you’re beautiful.”
“can I hide in you awhile?”
“they keep mostly to themselves.”
“don’t make a sound in case they hear you.”
“it only hurts me to be near you.”
“keep those tired eyes closed.”
“careful, follow my instruction.”
“I will show you self destruction.”
“this masterpiece is only mine.”
“I just can’t let it out.”


“don’t patronize.”
“I realize, I’m losing and this is my real life.”
”I’m half asleep, and I’m wide awake.”
”This habit is always so hard to break.”
“I don’t wanna be the bad guy.”
“I’ve been blaming myself and I think you know why.”
“I’m killing time, and time’s killing me.”
“Please just follow me.”
“I thought you wanted me?”
“I want you all to myself.”
“I can try and suck it up.”
“I just can’t suck it up.”
“Make me feel like someone else.”
“I’m under the gun.”
“I just can’t decide what I’m running from.”
“This isn’t what I wanted but I just can’t keep my filthy fucking mouth shut.”
“It’s not enough, it’s never enough.”
“I wish I could breath without getting it stuck.”
“I can’t stay with someone else!”
“I just keep fucking up.”


“So here’s another day I’ll spend away from you.”
“Another night I’m on another broken avenue.”
“My bag is ripped and worn, but then again so am I.”
“Take what you want to take.”
“I miss the stupid things.”
“We’d go to sleep and then you’d wake me up and kick me out of bed at 3 AM.”
“Do what you want to do.”
“Take me with you,”
“I start to miss you.”
“Take me home, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
“I do want to show you I will run to you, ‘til I can’t stand on my own anymore.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Hotels are all the same.”
“You’re still away from me.”
“Another day, another dollar that I’ll never see.”
“I wonder what you’re doing.”
“I wonder if you doubt it.”
“I wonder how we ever used to go so long without it.”
“I don’t know where to go.” 
“I’m going back to you.”


“If your heart wears thin I will hold you up.”
“I will hide you when it gets too much.”
“I’ll be right beside you.”
“the words you want are out of reach but they’ve never been so loud.”
“I will stay.”
“Nobody will break you.”
“Trust in me, trust in me, don’t pull away.”
“I’m just trying to keep this together.”
“I could do worse and you could do better.”


“But the rest is forgotten.”
“Sometimes it reminds me of when we used to belong here.”
“Every memory comes on when I hear that old song that we used to sing with the words all wrong.”
“I remember the faces and familiar places.”
“Ran out of gas on the highway.”
“I gave drunken speeches on sobriety.”
“Now we’ve all moved away and somehow became men.”
“But I remember where it began.”
“They tore the house down.”


“I will softly pull away.”
“And in the dead and quiet I will slowly fade.”
“I’ll burn out and slip away.”
“You’re beautiful, can I hide in you and stay here?”
“Hush now they’ll hurt you till your heart melts.”
“They know you’re lonely, and they will only break your heart.”
“And this masterpiece will tear you apart.”
“I’ll wreck this if I have to.”
“Tell me, what good would that do?”


“Can I have your attention?”
“Is it clear? Is it loud for you?”
“You just need me to be stable, but I won’t be able to keep it together again.”
“Now don’t pretty please me.”
“Do not make it that easy to slow me down.”
“I’m not eating, I’m not sleeping.”
“Sing, sing to me.”
“Sing me something I need.”
“Sing new, sing good.”
“God I wish that I could.”
“Are you hearing now?”
“Hear the sad little sounds as they fall from my mouth.”
“Don’t you ever tell me I’m not lovin’ you best.”
“I just need a minute, I just need a breath.”


“Everyone’s around.”
“I can’t find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound.”
“I know this isn’t enough, I still don’t measure up.”
“I’m not prepared.”
“Sorry, it’s never there when you need it.”
“I do want you to know I’ll hold you up above everyone.”
“I do want you to know I think you’d be good to me, and I’d be so good to you.”
“I thought I saw a sign somewhere between the lines.”
“Maybe it’s me, maybe I only see what I want.”
“I still have your letter.”
“I just got caught between someone I just invented, who I really am and who I’ve become.”
“You bring me higher.”
“I’d be good to you.”
“I’d be so good to you.”


“I’m trading in who I’ve been for shiny celebrity skin.”
“I like to push it and push it until my luck is over.”
“It never stops.”
“Well you better.”
“Think it over prima donna you don’t want to sever.”
“All the work is to impress, charming girls out of their dresses.”
“well pretty will swallow you forever.”
“Step one, step two, step three repeat.”
“When the mirrors and the lights, and the smoke clear,  I’d never guess how we ever could have got here.”
“You can say what you say when the lights go down.”
“Just shake, shake, shake and shut your mouth.”
“I let you wreck, resurrect whatever you want to.”
“You know I thought you were my friend.”
“Just stop, just stop, just stop.”
“I think I got it.”
“Sorry you, sorry me, sorry every in between,”
“Sorry everybody here will never be somebody clean.”
“There’s a piece of me they’re throwing back at us.”
“They will buy you and sell you for celebrity status.”
“I’m trying.”


“Please sing to me.”
“Fast words make it easier on me.”
“If the point is to never disappoint you, somebodies got to tell me what to do.”
“Just wish you could’ve seen me, when it used to come so easy.”
“I like to say it’s easy to stay but it’s not for me, cause I’m barely here at all.”
“slow down now.”
“The secret’s out.”
“I swear now everything is perfect.”
“What you want, what you need has been killing me.”
“I try to be everything that you want me to be.”
“I’ll undress,”
“I’ve done more for less.”
“Now I’ll change everything until it’s perfect again.”
“I hate the way that I say I should stay.”
“I know that I don’t give a fuck about it anyway.”
“Shake hands, and shoot smiles all around,”
"I sell my body by the pound.”
“I think it’s better this way.”
“This is good in a bad way.”
“It’s better this way.”
“I’ll make this perfect again.”


“This place is a hole, but I don’t want to go”
“I wish we could stay here forever alone.”
“I still love your taste.”
“Don’t let him take my place,”
“Don’t just sit there.”
“Sometimes I wish you would leave me.”
“Well, I’m not sick of you yet, is that as good as it gets?”
“I’ll just try to hide it”
“It’s so easy to come back into you.”
“My tongue’s turning black.”
“I’ll take you back.”
“You’re still the best more or less, I guess.”
“Don’t you leave me,”
“It hurts me to say that it hurts me to stay.”
“It might be alright if you go.”
“It hurts me to say that I want you to stay.”
“So leave me.”
“Sometimes I think that the bitter in you and the quitter in me is the bitter in you and the quitter in me.”
“The bitter in you and the quitter in me, is bigger than the both of us.”


“In every heart, there is a room, a sanctuary is safe and strong, to heal the wounds from lovers past, until a new one comes along.”
“I spoke to you in cautious tones.”
“you answered me with no pretense.”
“Still I feel I’ve said too much.”
“My silence is my self defense.”
“And this why my eyes are closed.”
“It’s just as well for all I’ve seen.”
“And so it goes.”
“And you’re the only who knows.”
“I would choose to be with you, as if the choice were mine to make.”
“You can make decisions too.”
“You can have this to break.”


“I’ve got a new disease in me.”
“I’ve got a friend that’s losing sleep,”
“I take it hard, it’s hard to take,”
“I’m wide awake.”
“One more confession, discretion’s not what I need to sell,”
“I never needed a reason for keeping secrets from myself.”
“Now that’s just how I tell I’m wide awake.”
“I don’t know how this is wrong.”
“I’m so frustrated!”
“You were a friend of mine.”
“I’d be so good to you, because they don’t know you like I do.”
“There’s a difference from me to them,”
“The road home is paved in star fuckers requiem,”
“I can never go, go back home again,”
“It’s getting better in the worst way”
“I’ve been here so very long.”
“I never took you for a trip.”
“I don’t know what you want.”
“I could take it if you need to take this out on someone.”
“If this is just a part I portray.”
“I don’t know how it got this way.”

Welcome to the Con Part 13

Originally posted by jenmish

 Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12

Summary: Your friend Lauren and yourself are having the best time at a Supernatural convention. You meet Jared and Jensen in the photo op, and they’re just as awesome as you imagined. Jensen is charming and you seem to click right away. But as life goes, you sadly have to say goodbye. During the panel, however, the unexpected happens….

You open the door of your apartment, dropping your keys by the door. Almost as if he knows you just returned, your phone starts blaring Jensen’s ringtone.

“Hi J.”

“Hey Babe.”

“Are you psychic?”

He laughs, the sound making your heart flutter slightly.

“No, why?”

“I literally just walked in the door.”

“So it’s official?”

“Yep! I am now on Christmas break!”

“That’s great sweetheart! You deserve some time off.”

“So do you. I miss you.”

“I know I flew out last weekend, but I miss you too.”

You hear muffled talking in the background.

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my onions about (almost) every twin peaks character

im going to put it under a read more but my cliff note is my three faves are andy, pete, and gordon and i write like a paragraph for all these characters so have fun – also spoiler alert i use the word “sweet” a lot…. its just how i feel

also, spoiler alert for a lot of these just a heads up

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Just finished rewatching season 6 and it really is so good. Like, even a bit better than I remembered. God I loved it. I think it already has that s7 vibe of positivity that I love so much, up to the very end of One Last Ride, love it.

- Craig Middlebrooks. Enough said.

− April is SUCH AN ANGEL. Helping out Tom with Tom’s Bistro, setting him up with Nadia, making Andy so happy all the time, even being super kind and perfect to Ann, and getting closer to Donna as well. She is seriously perfect. So kind and gentle and sweet. I don’t get what people think about her.

− Gotta love Tom getting his life together. Getting rid of the crazy people in it (at least partially), getting an idea of his own and putting it into place. I’m proud of you, Tommy. You ARE smart and talented.

− Buff Andy is still hot.

- I love the ladies’ hairstyle in this season, especially April and Leslie. Shorter and wavier, love it.

− Bye bye Li'l Sebastian.

SPN at Hogwarts: Time Travelers

People keep liking this little spiel of mine. Oh gosh, I guess it’s a bit bigger than a little now, though. Anywho, since you guys still love this fun thing of mine, I’m making a new chapter.

| - Master Post - | - Post That Inspired This - | - The Lineup For The Professors - | - People By House and Year - | - Information on the Triwizard Tournament - | - Intro - | - The Sorting Hat - | - The Boggart - | - The Goblet - | - The Knitting Club - | - Cousins - | - The First Task - | - The Hogsmeade Trip - | - The Second Task - | - Halloween - | - The Yule Ball - | - The Order - | - The Secret Meeting - | - Valentine’s Day - | - Spring Break - | - Ancestors - | - Time Travelers - | - The Birthday - | - The Third Task - | - The Unexpected Victor - | - Consequences - | - The Weapon - | - The Disease - | - The Fallen - | - The Cure - | - The End - |

SPN at Hogwarts: Time Travelers

Donna tapped Dean on the shoulder. Dean glanced at her.

“What?” he whispered, annoyance in his tone, “We’re in the middle of class, I’m missing what Professor Snyder is saying.”

“I, uh,” she said, clearing her throat nervously, “I…just wanted to ask you…uh…”

Dean gave her a quick glare.

“Come on, just say it,” grumbled Dean, scribbling down notes as best as he could.

“I was wondering where Cas was,” blurted Donna timidly, “I mean, he hasn’t been to class in three days. He’s been glued to you for over a month. What happened?”

Dean froze.

He honestly didn’t know. Dean didn’t think much about it at first. How Ennis, David, and Violet had suddenly been spirited away. How Cas had suddenly been nowhere to be found, that the only glimpses of him with April, with Professor Naomi Shurley, with Professor Chuck Shurley and people Dean had only heard offhandedly by Cas or by shady reputation. People like Michael Shurley who worked higher up in the Ministry of Magic and Uriel Novak who was head of the Aurors.

Dean didn’t quite feel the space between them during those times, however. It was more when Dean sat down at class and didn’t feel the warmth of Cas sitting too close for it to be normal. Dean didn’t feel the distance until Dean said a muggle reference and Dean didn’t see that head tilt, didn’t hear the strange remarks back as Cas tried to decipher his words. Dean didn’t truly feel the cracks in their relationship until Dean walked into a empty hallway and didn’t feel a hand hold his own, didn’t feel a kiss stolen.

“I don’t know what’s happening to him, man,” mumbled Dean, his whole being drooping in held off depression, “He’s always been so mysterious. Hates to push his frigging problems onto others.”

Dean wasn’t sure if it was just that, though. Dean wasn’t sure if he had done something to push Cas away. He thought back to Balthazar and his unnerving discussion with the older student. Dean wondered if Balthazar lied to Dean. Dean wondered if Balthazar told Cas in the end, told Cas everything.

“Well, it’s not like you’ve honestly been that forthright with your problems, Dean,” said Donna.

Dean shifted in his seat uncomfortably, knowing that what Donna said was true. Maybe that was what pushed Cas away. Maybe it was because Dean never really talked about his father to Cas, that Dean rarely spoke about his time outside of Hogwarts.

“It’s not like he asks about my problems,” Dean said lowly, but Dean knew by Donna’s look that it was a crap excuse.

“You really think that’s how a relationship works, you idiot?” Donna said, kicking Dean in the shin under their table, “No wonder Cas isn’t coming to class anymore. Thanks a lot for getting rid of one of the only people who talks to me. You may have a bajillion friends but I don’t so you better make this fine or else I will make you wish you never met the wonderful guy who actually listens to the Witching Hour. I mean, who am I supposed to talk to about the Witching Hour without Cas, DEAN? WHO?”

Dean felt really awkward about that. Throughout the past month or so, Cas had become more and more friendly with Donna, or at least as close as he got to most people.

“I will, Donna, I will, Merlin’s beard,” said Dean guiltily.

Donna sighed.

“I’m more worried about you, honestly,” whispered Donna, “I mean…have you seen you these past couple of days? Trudging around like some zombie. Moping about with that constant pouty face. Barely a joke or a weird reference has come from you since Cas took it on himself to go cold turkey on you.”

Cas cringed when she said that. Cold Turkey. It’s not like Dean was bad for Cas. Dean…Dean didn't think he was bad for Cas. He knew Cas was good for him! He knew that having Cas around…it made him a better person, more open and secure. When Cas was around, hell, he felt like he could believe in himself for once in a way he never thought he could.

Dean never thought about his impact on the nerdy little guy, though. Was he…was he really that bad of an influence on Cas? That he’d just drop Dean like this, with no rhyme or reason, no explanation? Dean hoped he wasn’t. He really hoped he wasn’t.

“Mr. Winchester? Mr. Winchester?”

Dean looked up to see Professor Snyder gaze at him indifferently. Dean straightened up.

“Yes, Professor?” asked Dean.

“I just asked you a question, Mr. Winchester,” said the Professor, “Now, do you or do you not know what year Gellert Grindelvald was defeated by Dumblerdore?”

“Uh, yes, sir,” said Dean, “1945.”

Professor Snyder nodded.

“Good,” said Snyder, “I wish you were paying attention to class, but I can’t say that you’re the best in this class for nothing.”

Dean sunk into his seat. He hated the attention he was getting from that comment, the wandering, jealous eyes set on him with spite. He knew Professor Snyder did that on purpose. The History Professor tended to do this to Dean when he started to slack. Dean almost hated the guy for that.

Snyder took out his pocket watch and grimaced.

“Looks like this class is history for now. Please remember to read up on the period between Grindelvald’s fall and the Rise of Voldemort by next session,” said the professor as the students began to shuffle out.

“Come on, Dean,” said Donna, basically dragging him out of his seat, “If you keep moving at this pace, we’ll get to potions by next week.”

“You can just come with me, Donna,” said Gavin, moving in from behind and pulling Donna close as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “I hate it when my partner’s last in class anyways.”

“Hey! I’m not last in class usually!” hissed Donna as she got farther and farther ahead, Gavin picking up her pace.

Dean blinked, watching the two. It was strange, really. He never thought Gavin would actually…well, be friendly with Donna. Ever since they were shoved together whenever partners were involved in class, Gavin seemed to soften up. It was sort of nice. Seeing Donna making friends outside of his own social group. Not that Dean thought it was bad that Donna became friends with his own friends, but more that Donna was, well…growing. It was nice.

“Hey! Hey, Dean!”

Dean grinned as Sam rushed up to him.

“Hey, Sammy! What’s up?”

Sam seemed distracted.

“Uh - nothing really. Isn’t that your friend over there? Donna or whatever?”

Dean wasn’t sure why Sam was so curious.


“Who’s that?” asked Sam.

“Oh, uh, Gavin. Donna doesn’t make friends easily, but she seems to be getting close to the guy. Good for her, right?” said Dean, not sure why he was telling Sam all of this. He wasn’t even sure why Sam wanted to know any of this.

“I guess,” grumbled Sam, “Got to go. See you, Dean.”

And like that, Dean was left to his thoughts. He decided not to go to potions that day.

Dean didn’t know why he was doing this. It was a stupid idea, really. It’s not like Professor Sands had shown herself to be distrustful, yet…something about the whole atmosphere she brought this suggestion to him in screamed fishy, to say the least. Nonetheless, Dean had nothing better to do and his curiosity was killing him. Instincts aside, Dean followed those instructions, followed them and waited for the Patronus.

Dean had been waiting there for an hour and was starting to wonder whether or not this was some sort of cruel practical joke. Dean was about to leave, too, right before he saw a small mouse scurry over to him.

The patronus was a scruffy looking mouse. More like a field mouse than anything else. It’s nose twitched, glancing up at Dean as if it had eyes. For a moment, all Dean could do was stare at the thing in disbelief.

Finally, the patronus moved. It scurried a few meters deeper into the Forbidden Forest before it turned around, glancing back at Dean. Dean began to follow the patronus, hoping Dean wasn’t being led astray. Dean had been used too many times to not be wary about this.

Dean found himself going deeper and deeper into the mysterious forest, remembering the horrors that lay in them during his last venture into the woods. But something about the mouse was…well, it was soothing. Something drew Dean to it that Dean didn’t understand.

Finally, Dean saw something in the distance. It was something Dean hadn’t seen the last time he came through this dangerous place. In the distance there was a field. A long, winding field with something that looked like an archaic house in the middle. Dean wondered who would live in such a place. Why would someone want to live in such an isolated way, in such a deadly environment?

Probably because they were dangerous. The thought just blossomed without Dean even taking the time to think. Dean shivered at the thought. Who was powerful enough to think they could just live here peacefully, knowing nothing would be stupid enough to attack them? Was this truly a place Dean wanted to go?

Dean didn’t know. He honestly didn’t know. All he knew was that the mouse patronus was getting farther and farther away and Dean didn’t want to lose it.

The house was older than Dean thought it was, more archaic than archaic, and there was something unerringly horrible about it. As if it were misplaced in time, as if it should have never been there in the first place. Something kept pulling Dean towards it, though. He only stopped to stare at the line of Langstroth hives. He stared at them, stared at the bees.

They reminded Dean of Cas. They reminded Dean of a day where he had found Cas sprawled on the Quidditch field, watching a flower in the distance. Dean had sat down next to him - laid down, really - and tried to see what Cas was seeing. When Dean asked, Cas simply said he was watching the bees. And there, they sat for a few hours, just staring at the bees. Dean didn’t know why Cas wanted to watch those bees, but Dean stayed there to try to understand.

The bees gave him such mixed feelings.

Dean tensed up. There was a sound nearby. An aura of some sort he could just feel in the air. Dean felt raw from seeing those bees. But then…there was that patronus again. That small, field mouse patronus. Dean didn’t know why, but…that mouse was soothing.

“So you’re Dean Winchester?”

Dean could hear someone walking over to him.

“I didn’t think John’s eldest kid would look so…well, you’ve got delicate features. I’m sure you’ve heard that before, though.”

Dean turned to see a man he’d never seen before. He was young. Older than Dean, probably by a decade or so, but his eyes were youthful, naive in some way Dean hadn’t felt since his mother was alive. Something about his eye color, that hair…it reminded Dean of someone.

The rest of him felt quite alien to Dean, though. The slight figure, as if he hadn’t punched a man in his life. He looked like a man who’d spent most of his life indoors, with skin pale as that. He was wearing clothes that cost more than everything Dean owned.

Dean narrowed his eyes.

“Who’s asking?”

When the man stepped forward, Dean stepped back. Some of Dean’s tension left him when the patronus scurried over to the man, disappearing as it went. There was this sad smile on his face.

“Field mice,” said the man, “Millie was always fond of them. Said they were her favorite animals.”

Millie. Dean had heard that name before. He didn’t remember where, but he knew a Millie from hearsay and whispers.

“I suppose it makes sense that…that my patronus became what it is now. After I heard that…well…An owl doesn’t quite fit her memory.”

There was a sullenness to this man. Dean was suddenly afraid of knowing who this was. He felt like he should run. He felt like he never should have came.

“I heard you’re the best in your class,” said the man, “Just as I suspected from you. Your brother seems to be doing just as well. I’m just glad you two took that from me, at the very least. Or perhaps you found it in Millie. She had the chance to go to college, and back then, well, that was a rarity within itself. Majored in the sciences, though she was always good with her hands. Tinkered with cars with her father and brothers on days off from assisting at the lab.”

Dean didn’t quite understand. Dean wasn’t sure if he wanted to understand. The words came out of his mouth anyways.

“Who are you?”

The man extended his hand.

“Henry Winchester, and I must say, it is a pleasure to me-”

Dean punched the twerp in the face, the fragile man tumbling backwards onto the ground. He groaned, standing up as he held his face gingerly.

“Is that how your father taught you how to greet a man?”

Dean spat a laugh out.

“Yeah,” said Dean, nodding, “Actually, yeah, that’s how he taught me how to greet people like you. You know, the ones who abandon their own children.”

“That…that wasn’t planned. Not at all. You have to understand that, Dean,” said Henry, wincing as his cheek began to swell a bit.

“Like it's ever okay to do that to a kid, whether or not you meant to,” Dean hissed, “I swear, when I have children, I will never do what you did.”

Henry nodded.

“And that will probably be for the best. I hope you don’t. I pray you never have to.”

There was something horrifying in his voice. Something dark under the calculative and logical tone Henry had. Dean wasn’t sure if fear or anger was the correct response to it.

“I didn’t bring you hear to talk about John, though,” said Henry, “While I have much to repair in that area of my life, well…we unfortunately have more pressing matters to attend to.”

Dean didn’t like the sound of that.

“What could be more important than family?” said Dean, disbelief washing over him.

Henry looked hurt, but shook off the comment rather quickly.

“You can’t just be selfish and think only of what you hold dear. Sometimes, you have to look at the big picture. Try to stop a looming evil before you think of your own problems.”

Dean glared at him.

“And is that what you’ve been doing? You’ve been just - what - sitting in that stupid house over there, fighting the good ol’ fight since you left my dad all alone with his mom, left them poor as hell?”

Dean could tell a part of Henry was breaking.

“Please,” said Henry quietly, “I didn’t mean for this…I didn’t mean to leave John behind, Millie behind…I can’t do anything about it, though. I have to push forward now.”

Something was off.

“Why do you want to talk to me, anyways? You disappeared without a trace when my dad was a kid, and now, what? Is this ‘recruit your grandson for your shady activities day’ or something?”

Henry shook his head.

“You’re mistaken to think I was the one who recruited you, Dean,” said Henry, “Make no mistake, I do truly want to be part of your life. Part of yours as well as John’s and Sam’s lives, but…I was not the one who recruited you.”

Dean was confused.

“Who, then?”

“Actually, I did.”

Dean wasn’t sure what to expect from the man dressed in the beekeeping outfit. he didn’t seem exactly horrible. Dean didn’t get that sort of air from him. No, there was something tragic about this man. Why else would he be out here in the middle of nowhere, tending to these bees? 

“Are we just going to play Guess Who or are you going to tell me your name?” asked Dean.

The beekeeper smiled.

“You’re more like me than I thought you would be,” said the beekeeper, “Strange how after so many generations, history just loves repetition.”

Dean didn’t like where this conversation was going. From what Dean knew about prophecy and fate, well, nothing seemed good to him.

“Cain,” said the man.“

Dean waited.

"What? No last name?” asked Dean.

“No. Just Cain.”

“And why would you want me here, Just Cain?” asked Dean, crossing his arms.

Cain turned and began to walk into his house.

“Come on, Dean. We’ll talk about this inside,” said Henry.

Dean glanced at his young grandfather. He didn’t understand how he looked so young.

“If he wanted me, why were you brought here?” Dean asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” said Henry, “We all must play our roles. All the world’s a stage and the play’s the thing. How must we find the truth in actions if we don’t set up scenarios to shed light on that truth?”

“What about ask?” asked Dean incredulously.

Henry sighed.

“If only it were so simple,” said Henry, “But it won’t be so for us. Not on this matter.”

The inside was quaint. Dated, yes, but not horrible. It was actually sort of homey, kind of…well…nice.

“Sit down,” said Cain, putting his beekeeping equipment away, “It will probably be best for all of us if we sit.”

Hesitantly, Dean sat down on the ancient couch, unsure of the situation he was in. Should he really be there?

“Now, it has come to my attention that you are close friends with a young man by the name of Castiel Novak. Is that correct, Dean?”

Dean tensed. Cas. All this vagueness, all this mystery, it all was connected to Cas and that terrified Dean.

Dean gulped.

“Yeah,” said Dean, “What’s it to you?”

Henry and Cain gave each other looks, as if talking to one another in some silent code.

“Dean,” said Henry, trying to find the words, “Dean, this may be hard for you to understand right now, but…Castiel…he’s going to become someone very dangerous soon. He could hurt a lot of people. He could..do a lot of horrible things.”

Dean glared.

“Cas wouldn’t do that. This is Cas we’re talking about. He…”

Dean paused.


Dean was going to say Cas couldn’t hurt a fly, but that would be a flat out lie. Dean knew Cas could do more than just hurt a fly. He had seen Cas do more than just that.

“…He’d rather help people than hurt. He wants to be a healer, not some hammer.”

Henry shook his head.

“No,” said Henry, “He definitely has the ability to become something haunting. You may be clouded by your friendship with him, but we are not. There’s a storm coming, and we intend to make sure it doesn’t destroy us all.”

Dean couldn’t believe this. He wouldn’t. He trusted Cas, he wouldn’t let some strangers tell him that Cas was anything less than a good person.

“I didn’t see it happening to Colette.”

That grabbed Dean’s attention. He turned to Cain.

“Colette…she was so good. She meant well, she wanted to be a good person, she made me want to be a better person. I was a monster, once upon a time. Someone who couldn’t look himself in the mirror, someone who gave into giving pain because taking pain was too much. I was a coward before her, a righteous man who wanted to do what was right, but fell into the grasps of darkness. And she?”

He laughed somberly.

“People came. They warned me. They warned me and I thought I could protect her from that fate. I thought I could save her like she saved me. I distanced us from others, I made sure we were somewhere hard to find, hard to get to. We were happy. But…the next round of people weren’t as concerned. They managed to take me out, almost killed me, made her think I was dead. That was when…she gave in. They told her she could save me from death if she gave in to those inner demons of hers. And she did. She gave in and became a monster, something godlike and fearful.”

He began to roll up his sleeve. On his forearm was the strangest mark.

“I had to take matters into my own hands. You see, Dean, I’m cursed. This mark of mine allows me to live without death. It brings me the power to kill gods like what she became…”

There was this pause. This terrifying pause that made Dean want to flee. Because deep in his heart, he just knew what was coming next. He just couldn’t.


Dean didn’t know what he was saying no to, it was just…


He shook his head, his lips trembled.

“You need to take it, Dean. Before it’s too late, before Castiel does something he will forever regret - Take it. Stop him from becoming a monster.”

“I - I can’t,” said Dean, feeling his eyes watering, panic filling him, “You can’t ask me that. You just can’t. You don’t understand. I can’t do that to Cas. Cas is family. Sam and I - We need Cas….I…I need Cas.”

Dean felt fear swarming within him, taking over. He didn’t know how they would react to this. He didn’t know what he was saying. All he knew was that it was all true and he couldn’t do it.

Dean stood up.

“I’ll stop him. I’ll make sure he doesn’t. Please!…Just…Please don’t ask me to do that,” begged Dean.

Henry stood up.

“Cain, I think we should give him a chance,” said Henry.

Cain looked away.

“We are so alike that it hurts,” said Cain.

“No,” Dean said, shaking his head, “If we were so alike, than you should know that I would never want anyone to ask that of me.”

Cain laughed bitterly.

“I ask you this because I’m the only one in this group who understands the pain of this. I know how this will all end.”

“No. I highly doubt that. Prophecies are broken everyday. I won’t. I can’t. I will never,” said Dean.

“It may be a bit early to say you’d never,” Cain said gravely.

Cain glanced from Henry to Dean.

“Fine. Have it your way, Dean. Don’t take up your family’s burden,” said Cain, “But remember that I will be here for you when you’re ready, because trust me when I say that you will come back one day in the near future, cursing that you didn’t take this while you had an easier target.”

“If it’s fine with you, then, I’m going to leave,” said Dean, “I’m tired of you two trying to convince me I should kill my boyfriend.”

There was a tense silence.

“I think I’ll walk him out,” said Henry, ushering Dean towards the door.

“Even if we’re meeting under such harsh circumstances, I’m glad that I was able to meet you,” said Henry, walking past the beehives with Dean, “I would like to meet with you once more. Not for a higher mission of any sort, but…just to get to know you. You and Sam. Possibly your father, if we can find him. He’s a nomadic man. I don’t know where he got that from.”

“Maybe. I’ll…I’ll have to think about it. I have a lot to think about,” said Dean, feeling tired.

Henry nodded.

“Of course,” said Henry, “my patronus will lead the way back.”

Dean took comfort with the field mouse, walking with it and wondering what his grandmother was like.


drbluesman  asked:

Do you think the Sixth Doctor's character would have worked better if he had had a companion who was more like Donna or Amy? I was watching Timelash yesterday, and the beginning seemed like something Eleven would have done (I hate using past tense about him!)

Hmmmm…I’ve said before that Six and Donna would be crazy fun to watch together, but I don’t think that would have been a good match for anything beyond one episode together. They’re too similar in a lot of ways, but show their abrasiveness in different styles…which still clashes and probably wouldn’t bring out the best of their respective personalities.

Amy and Six, however, would be an awesome pairing that I hadn’t really thought about before! Amy is pretty similar to Peri (or at least as similar as they can be considering the years that Peri’s character was on the show), in other ways besides just manner of dress. :P

Six would have brought out a different side of Amy, I think, sort of like the inverse of her relationship with Eleven. Amy always seemed to bring out the softer and sillier side of the Doctor, as well as a sentimental side when it comes to valuing the potential and innocence of children. I think with Six though, he would have been the one to make more of an impact on her character, allowing the bitterness we see in episodes like The Girl Who Waited and the stubborn tendencies in Asylum of the Daleks to be explored more.

Five could have helped to foster Amy’s faith in the Doctor and the Peter Pan/Wendy aspect to her story, like Eleven did, but Six would have been the one to metaphorically slap her out of dreamworld and help her character to mature even more.

By writing all of this out though, you did inadvertently show me how great a match Six and Peri were when you think about it (considering her similar nature to Amy), so that’s neat!

A Very Predictable Exit (In A Good Way)

Right, I know it’s a bit lame to say this now, but I was going to predict ages ago that Clara would walk out on the Doctor.

Why? Because of her hair. That’s right. Her hair.

Some of you may remember my post on hairdo paralllels. For those who don’t know it, here it is in a nutshell:

Companions with similar hairdos have similar fates. The blond ones are the big love, the ginger ones have a rather significant wedding and some memory issues, the brunettes are the clever rebounds. I have no effing idea what that is about. But it is there.

And now, Clara has fulfilled one very important part of that pattern. Because not only do the companions have similar fates, they also have similar goodbyes. Both, Rose and River end up in a sort-of parallel world. Donna and Amy are technically still within reach for the Doctor but he can never go and visit them.

Martha on the other hand walks out on the Doctor. She decides she deserves better, she deserves to be seen and to be treated like the fantastic character that she is. I figured Clara would, too, at some point. And now she did. Hello pattern.

Do I think this is the last we’ve seen of Clara? Of course not. And I don’t think you do, either. But somehow, this exit is relevant on a level that I still can’t quite fathom yet.

What do you think?

jonesyandrews  asked:

Who is your favourite Doctor/companion combo and/or wanted-to-happen combo? Personally, mine was 10 and Rose but I would have loved to see 9 and Donna. THAT would have been one for the ages! :D

Oooh good question…I like 11/Amy, 7/Ace, and 4/Sarah Jane or 4/Romana (both regenerations)

Oh god, 9/Donna would have overfilled the screen with sass, so perfect. 6/Donna would have been hilarious for similar reasons. Is it odd to say that for some reason, I think Clara would be really neat with 5? And I feel like 8 would have appreciated and meshed with Martha a lot better. Can you imagine if she was the doctor who tried to treat him instead of Grace Holloway? Major upgrade.

anonymous asked:

The Recs Files: Mulder and Scully are called to Pawnee to investigate abnormal behavior reported among the town's residents. Turns out nothing is afoot. Pawnee's just weird. While they're there, the agents receive unsolicited help from one Burt Macklin. April and Mulder have a monotony-off. Leslie plans to befriend Scully in D.C. one day. Ann bonds with her over how hard it is to find fitted scrubs. Tom wants Mulder's suits. Donna thinks the X-Files are better than Twilght. Ron trusts no one.

I’m going to be honest and say that I have no idea what this means. But I feel like others will appreciate it.

I think what pissed me the most off about Donna forgetting her memory was that she grew so much.

She started off as a rather entitled and rather gossipy and shallow woman who acted almost like a prissy teenager. Except around Will, because he was the one who made her a better person before The Doctor came along. And I believe that, as a child, Donna was constantly harassed by other kids. And slowly her outer self, which was all kindness, was replaced by meanness, except for when she was with her grandfather.

And then she became so much more than that. Donna was able to come to terms with her inner self, and be brave-but at the same time, on the outside, be thoughtful and compassionate. The Doctor was able to coax Donna’s inner self out of her shell and slowly break down the walls of snarky comebacks to who she really was. Donna found herself a purpose, which she didn’t have before, and that purpose was righteous and incredibly noble. After being a quite rude person in a wedding dress without pockets, she became a courageous woman who believed in the goodness of others and stood up for the well-being of other people. Regardless of race, species, gender, age or anything else.

And then, all of that was completely erased. It all left her, and it was as if someone had taken a wonderfully brilliant and intricate work of the finest art known to man, and put remover on it. The worst thing about it was, she had become such an amazing, and brave, and wise, and witty, and sassy, and kind, and selfless, and compassionate person and it all disappeared within the blink of an eye.

I believe, that Donna also knew what was going to happen to her if she forgot. She would become someone that she would not recognize, someone that wouldn’t even know that they were capable of the impossible and of the extraordinary. And I think she was truly terrified of going back to that Donna.

And Donna Noble quite honestly had the most beautiful character development of all time.

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In case you haven’t been anywhere near the Internet for the past 10 weeks: Charlotte Ross is making an encore as Arrow‘s Donna Smoak, in the episode of the CW hit airing this Wednesday at 8/7c.

To say that the NYPD Blue alumna was welcomed the first time around with open arms — shedding as she did some needed light on Felicity’s past — is to put it lightly. In her TVLine Q&A, Ross reacts to the fans’ outpouring of affection, teases the role Donna will play in helping her little girl sort through some big problems, and weighed in on our ideas to keep Mama Smoak in Starling City.

TVLINE | Did you have any idea what you were getting into when you first got cast on this show?

Oh my gosh — are you kidding? I’ve been in this business for a while and I’ve never seen anything like it. And because I’ve “been around the block” in the business, I don’t take it for granted. I’m just so overwhelmed with gratitude. What’s so amazing is that people were welcoming with such love before I started airing! I said to Emily [Bett Rickards], “They don’t even know if I’m a killer or something.” [Laughs] I could be this terrible mom. It’s really the perfect storm, because the show is so well-written and Emily is just so overwhelmingly talented and beautiful. I think people really want to know more about her, her background, her family, so they were eager to see her mom. The icing on the cake, of course, is the character they wrote for me.

TVLINE| What do you like most about the role of Donna?

It’s just so juicy and layered and based in truth, but funny….. There’s such a dichotomy between [Felicity’s] linear, M.I.T. thought process and my Vegas cocktail waitress character. [Laughs]

TVLINE | As far as TV daughters go, you definitely got a good one in Emily.
Oh, I feel so blessed. You know how beautiful she is on the outside, but I can’t stress enough how beautiful she is on the inside. She’s such a giving actress, she’s fun to work with, she’s a true professional…. We just have a blast. We have a natural chemistry, and you sometimes never know if that’s going to happen on set. The rest of the cast is so fun, too — and at this point in my career, that’s really all you can ask for. So I’m a happy girl right now. The fans, though…. I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve been on some shows where they do tweeting and the fans are very vocal — like Glee and such — but this…

TVLINE | I see it on Twitter and it’s as if you’re getting a big, warm cyber-hug.
I mean, how lucky am I? They’re so sweet and supporting and they say such wonderful things.

TVLINE | I sometimes want to shout to them, “Hey, I knew her back in the Days days!” I mean, I crushed on Eve Donovan hard.

Oh, really?! Yeah, Eve was a bitch. That was a great role.

TVLINE | The chemistry you and Emily share certainly comes across on screen.
She sent me a text before I even showed up on set for my first episode, saying, “Welcome aboard. If you want to rehearse, here’s my telephone number. If you want to get together and talk about the characters…” She was wonderful from the get-go. And I told her that I love improv, so whatever she was up for, let’s try different things and not be afraid to think outside the box. She’s so open and receptive as an actress. And again, they’ve written such a fun character for me to play that we’re giggling half the time!

TVLINE | So, what is Donna up to this time around?
Well, we know that Donna lives in Vegas. We know that when she travels on Southwest she’s wearing an imitation Herve Leger, which I think says so much about her. [Laughs] Obviously what’s going to bring her to town is her daughter, and anything her daughter might be going through that maybe I can help her with.

TVLINE | Well, I broke the first photos of Donna visiting Felicity and Ray in the hospital.
. I loved all those pictures! Don’t you like my dress? Can we talk about my dress…?

TVLINE | It’s… a good one. Yeah. I like it.
When I tried that dress on I just started laughing. Is there a better dress that hits the nail on the head in terms of who this character is? With the glitter on the front…. It’s hilarious. So yeah, I’m in the hospital to see Ray…. I think the fans are really, really interested to know if I’m telling my daughter who to choose, so they’re going to have to tune in to see that.

TVLINE | I was curious about her take on Ray. I think Emily told us that, No. 1, Donna is like, “Yea, you have a boyfriend!”
Well as you recall, in my first episode I really just wanted her to get into a relationship. And then of course, I was hoping it would be somebody who was good looking and had money — things that are important to Donna! So obviously when I come back, you can guess how happy I am that she has a lot going on in that department. [Laughs]

TVLINE | Does Felicity talk to her mother at all about the Oliver situation and the complications there?

Donna, being as “subtle” as she is, definitely wedges her way in a bit to get to the bottom of where her daughter stands emotionally. And Donna has some strong opinions on what she should do about it.

TVLINE | I spoke to Paul Blackthorne a few weeks ago, and I know you two don’t get to play in this episode. But are you also on board for some “SmoakinLance”?

I love the quotes that he said to you. What’s your opinion on that?

TVLINE | Well, Paul expressed at PaleyFest that Lance needs to “get laid.” And he told me it would be a fun dichotomy between the two of them.

He said a quote to you, something like, “I wouldn’t know what to do with her…”

TVLINE | “He’d be sitting there across from her at dinner thinking, ‘What is this in front of me?’ and at the same time, ‘Why am I so attracted to what’s in front of me?’”
Exactly! What’s so amazing about the fans, again, is Paul and I haven’t even had a scene together.

TVLINE | But you take one seflfie and the place explodes.
Right! We had so much fun with that, and I think we’re excited at the opportunity and the prospect of it, because, as you know, he has stated that Lance, No. 1, “hasn’t gotten laid.” And No.2, I think he’s got a lot of serious stuff to deal with on the work front, so he could use a lot of fun, someone to maybe shake him up a bit. And I just have a natural feeling that those two characters would have a really fun-to-watch, interesting chemistry that you wouldn’t normally put together. Can I tell you there’s a plan for it next season? No, I can’t. But I can tell you that everybody’s aware of how the fans are speaking up, and what the fans think and feel means a lot.

TVLINE | It’d be easy enough to keep Donna around — with her cocktail waitress experience, she probably could help manage Thea’s club.

Listen to you…. That’s not a bad idea. I heard that at PaleyFest the guys [Blackthorne and John Barrowman] were fighting over me — I mean, how funny is that? That’s flattering, to say the least. I’m not sure what happened there, but I got a lot of calls, emails and tweets.

TVLINE | Plus, you have experience from NYPD Blue playing a cop. Lance could always use some help at the SCPD.
And you saw when I was a hostage that Donna’s tough, too. So, you never know!

Gravity || Chapter Four

Title: Gravity (Part 5/?)
Rating: K+
Summary: —AU, all human— Awkward new boy John Noble isn’t expecting much out of his new school — and his lack of expectations are fulfilled when he’s targeted by a bully on the first day. What takes him by surprise is pretty, popular Rose Tyler coming to his rescue.
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler

*******WARNING: Overtone of rape, alcohol use*******

Catch up here!

Rose was drunk.

That had not been her intention when she’d let Jimmy talk her into going to a friend’s party, but that was the result. Four drinks later she was giggling with little provocation and hanging heavily on Jimmy.

Not that he seemed to mind much.

In fact he was quite willing, especially when he suddenly started kissing her, pressing her back against the wall. She giggled a bit, trying to focus.

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