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5 Reason’s Why Supernatural is the Gayest Show on Television (That’s Still Stuck in the Closet)

To start with, I’m not delusional.  I’m fully aware that the studio and execs have settled into a comfortable pattern with Supernatural, and especially considering it’s heavily mixed demographic (interestingly, it was ranked a favorite among republicans and democrats in 2016) they’re unlikely to rock the ship with a canonically queer relationship between two of it’s main characters.  

However, it’s important to understand exactly how much queerness is bubbling beneath the thick surface layer of “no homo:”  from the orgies of male-on-male eyesex to the inspiration for most of its main characters, Supernatural is queer to its very core. 

Here are five (blaring but stubbornly unacknowledged) reasons why:


1.  Dean’s gratuitously bisexual inspiration. 

Whenever someone claims a queer interpretation of Dean is baseless, I’m always happy to direct them straight to his flamingly bisexual source:  Dean Moriarty, his namesake and direct inspiration, a la the novel On the Road.  

Admittedly, I read On the Road and didn’t particularly enjoy it, as I found it to be a somewhat masturbatory reassertion of masculinity for its narrator, Sal Paradise.  Sal idolizes and fixates the charismatic Dean and his promiscuous lifestyle, openly having sex with and impregnating multiple women, and is all around a heterosexual power figure…right up until the point at which Dean propositions a male prostitute.  

Though he’s never shown doing anything gratuitous with male characters (since the book was published in the 1960s, it wouldn’t have been legal to) it’s clear that Dean is very much bisexual, not ashamed of it, and in terms of personality, very similar to Dean.  There are a few key differences (Dean Moriarty, for example, legitimately gives zero fucks about anything, whereas Dean Winchester is secretly a little ball of anxiety with the weight of the world on his shoulders) but it’s clear where Eric Kripke got his inspiration from.

Moreover, Dean Moriarty was in turn based off of the real life bisexual counterculturist Neal Cassady, who among other things had a twenty-year sexual relationship with a male poet.  Here, he is pictured in a Denver mugshot: 

So next time someone tells you the homoerotic subtext of Supernatural exists only in the imagination of rabid fangirls, remember that Dean is the direct descendant of two ragingly bisexual icons.

2.  Castiel (or at least his wardrobe) was also based off of a bisexual character.

For a show so aggressively devoted to a “no homo” interpretation, it has a real propensity to drawing inspiration from queer characters:  everyone’s favorite baby in a trench coat, for example, was modeled after the demon-busting John Constantine from the Hellblazer comics.  Yup, another bisexual.   

Though in true assbutt fashion, his love of men is censored in movie and TV adaptions, Constantine unabashedly swings both ways in paper form – a.k.a. where Kripke found inspiration for Castiel’s look.  Here, we see him platonically receiving a man-hug from one of his bros:

So I’m not saying the fact that two out of three main characters are modeled after canonically queer figures could have anything to do with Supernatural’s gratuitous queer subtext, but y’know.  It might.

3.  Cas himself is sexually complex (and literally cannot be straight.) 

Dean has made reference to the fact that he “doesn’t swing that way” (ironically, both of which times he was literally in the midst of blatantly flirting with men.)  

Cas, however, has no such reservations:  he’s never indicated, vocally or otherwise, a preference towards either gender, so much as outright declaring that he doesn’t give a damn.  

He reacts to male and female flirtation much the same way:  just try and tell me his suspicious glower and Mick wasn’t similar to Mandy the waitress (and try and tell me they both weren’t acting like they’d like to eat him for dinner.)

Moreover, the only time we’ve seen him ever achieve some kind of intimacy with female characters is when they’re literally throwing themselves at him.  Hey, he’s an aesthetically pleasing fellow – or rather, an aesthetically pleasing something.  

Which brings me to my next point that he isn’t really a fellow at all:  Cas not only gives zero fucks about sexual orientation, he also gives zero fucks about gender.  Sure, he’ll spend seven years in the same ill-fitting trench coat, but he’ll also rock a petticoat like nobody’s business.

I’ve discovered that the writer for “Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets,” Steve Yockey, is a gay man, which honestly makes it all the more perfect:  not only does it establish the Orlando-esque flexibility (or nonexistence) of Cas’s gender, but it eliminates the possibility of his straightness.  

And I want Destiel to be canon as much as anybody, but am I opposed to Cas being a genderfluid lesbian?  No.  No, I am not.    

4.  Dean can textually be interpreted as bisexual (and probably should be.)

For anyone who questions whether Dean not being straight as an arrow, I’m happy to point out some very canon things that happened on the show:

(Examples courtesy of @some-people-call-it-tragic!)

And yes, when feeling threatened, he’s professed not to swing that way.  But you know how many queer people I know who have at one point felt compelled to lie about our sexual orientation?  Every single one.  And I live in the bluest of blue states – Dean was raised in Bible Belt America and spends most of his time in the Southwest.  Not to mention the fact that he was raised during the heat of the AIDS academic.

In other words, he has every logical reason to be wary at the prospect of coming out of the closet, or even acknowledging same sex attraction at all.

Moreover it’s been canonically established that Dean has a habit of lying about himself to protect his image of masculinity:  according to Dean, he doesn’t do shorts, chick flicks, cucumber water, skinny jeans and sunglasses, and Taylor Swift music.  You know how many of those things he loves?  All of them

Finally, not every member of the cast or crew might agree (though I know for a fact that some of them do) but their interpretations do not effect textuality.  And Dean can textually be interpreted as bisexual.  

5.  Dean and Cas make a better couple than any of their love interests.

I’m going to state something I feel is obvious:  Cas and Dean have more buildup, tension, chemistry, emotional connection, and romantic history than literally any of their other interests.  

Take Lisa, for example:  she’s Dean’s longest lasting introduced as female partner, and she’s introduced as the “bendiest weekend of his life.”  

Furthermore, I’d argue that sexual attraction notwithstanding, Dean was never romantically in love with Lisa.  To him, she epitomizes his desire for a mother figure, a home, and his lost childhood, as is best demonstrated in his fantasy from “Dream a Little Dream of Me:”  Lisa isn’t a seductive or romantic figure here – she’s a maternal one. 

Though since Dean has never had a long lasting relationship (or, to my belief, been completely in love with a girl) it’s easy to see how he’d misinterpret these feelings as romantic love. 

Then we have Cas, who’s introduced by pulling Dean from the depths of hell, who makes most one-on-one scenes with Dean look like a soft core porno, and who recently (canonically!) declared his love for Dean.  

I don’t dislike Lisa, but it’s easy to see which of the two relationships is more three-dimensional, more original, and more worthy of screentime.

important facts & quotes from hidden oracle reread #4 part one

i cited everything from the hardback edition bc im a nerd 

- page one apollo is already making pop culture references (1)

- meg is such a badass oh my g od (14)

- riodan does such a beautiful way of explaining things in this novels. awe-inspiring. mind blowing. example: “Her eyes glinted darkly like a crow’s. (I can make that comparison because I invented crows.)” (14-15) wow. beautiful. 

- so i understand this series is going to be about Apollo’s redemption and ~~~~finding himself~~~~ or w\e but JESUS PLEASE RICK you can’t just say “She [Meg] reminded me of the strays my sister was always adopting: dogs, panthers, homeless maidens, small dragons.” (15) WITHOUT PROVIDING SEVERAL BOOKS AS EXAMPLE FOR SAID SENTENCE all i want is a book focused on artemis and her army of small dragons and lesbians dear gods please 

- omfg can you just imagine sally having to go over to Percy’s room and having to tell him that the greek god of the sun apollo was there to see him omfg. imagine the salt. imagine both of them just groaning. imagine.

-”If I had still been an immortal, I might have flirted with her [Sally Jackson] myself.” (30-31) l o l Sally is a middle aged married woman seven months pregnant and still bringing in the gods you go girl im proud of you

- Sally Jackson is one of the best characters in the entire series. citation: every riodan book ever even the non-pjo it’s a fact 

- i 10000% support the idea that percy gave apollo the led zeppelin shirt as a sneaky joke he’s so smart i love him so much

- “Percy laced his fingers. They were long and nimble.”(35) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- He [Percy] would have made an excellent musician.” (35) f u ck 

- literally all percy wants is to “stay alive” long enough to go to college, meet his baby sister, and see his mom get her book published my heart is broken for this boy (35-36)

- the return of the seven layer dip fuck me up (40)

- jfc that poor Prius it’s been through so much (52-54)

- page 67 and Percy’s already made two comic book references he’s such a canon nerd 

- “Cops love me almost as much as teachers do.” god Percy Jackson what are you doing to me

- apollo tried to order a pizza to CHB and honestly same (73)

- g o d will solace jfc wow

- we’re to assume Will’s a skier (his Okemo Mountain jacket & skiers tan) (82) and now i have to write the inevitable fic that comes out of this fact

- Will’s mom was a alt.-country singer from Austin, Texas (83) which wow and honestly makes the fact will is a horrible singer 1000% better

- yellow daises grow year-round in the Apollo cabin, and it smells like fresh linens and dried sage. (83)

- kayla is aiming for the olympics and honestly im so proud already 

- fact: any and all solangelo interaction have me crying into my book 

- “Will put his hand on Nico’s shoulder, ‘Nico, we need to have another talk about your people skills.’” lol this implies that they’ve had this talk before and im dying to hear it

- the Hermes kids are big fans of Rocky Horror Picture Show (95) and now i have to write a seperate list of headcanons for this fact

- speaking of, Apollo used to cosplay as Rocky bc why not. (95-96)

- listen i know im solangelo trash BUT - “Will and Nico sat shoulder to shoulder, bantering good-naturedly. They were so cute together it made me feel desolate.” im destroyed (110)

- “but if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen.” “it’s a mood disorder” “i cant control it” stfu nico u nerd u just want to sit with your boyfriend im dead (110)

- Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.” death to goody-two-shoes will solace 2k17

- off topic but CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE CHIRON THO. like. this happens and will and nico are just standing there. in front of him. telling him they have to sit together OR NICO WILL JUST HAPPEN TO PUT CRACKS INTO HIS CAMP. just imagine. him staring at them. sighing. deciding not to fight this one. agreeing & watching them giggle away bc they’re so SNEAKY & now they can EAT TOGETHER WOW 

-   lol when Meg was going to town on the hot dogs and “Julia and Alice watched her with a mixture of fascination and horror.” (111)

- “Will and Nico exchanged a look that might have meant, here we go.” (112) okay im sorry im just sO GONE FOR LITTLE MOMENTS LIKE THIS I JUST WANT NICO TO BE HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE IN HIS RELATIONSHIPS OKAY

- apollo refers to the seven as “the A-list” (112) same tho

- Jason, Piper, Coach Hedge, Mellie and baby Chuck are all in LA with Piper’s father like???? (113) THIS IS SOMETHING I NEED TO SEE? What’s the living arrangement? Is Jason living with Piper? OH GOD IS JASON LIVING WITH HEDGE AND MELLIE? DO THEY ALL LIVE IN SOME BIG PLACE PIPER’S DAD RENTED OUT???? do Piper and Jason babysit? do they have family dinners? how’s baby chuck doing??? how are they all adjusting to domestic life?? I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS ALL VERY IMPORTANT TO ME 

- lol nico’s just as pissed as eveRYONE IN THE FANDOM about Leo’s not-death and im living for it (113)

- also nico carries around Leo’s lil ‘IM ALIVE LOL’ letter\hologram\thing? like i get it was completely for the plot but?????? “i look at it whenever i want to get angry” (114) like ok nico u lil bean whatever u say u little emo shit

- apollo’s little ‘lol when u have a headache in olympus hephaestus just cracks open your skull and removes whatever brain god\dess u just birthed up lol it’s so much easier ugh’ (116) w h a t t h e f u c k 

- fact: harley is adorable no citation needed

- also you’re telling me chiron, basically as old as time itself tbh, doesn’t speak portuguese? k (120)

- “i am merely assessing how well paolo’s arms are functioning after surgery” (120) those are some big words william u nervous or something??

- “hmph” - nico di angelo, 2016 (120) 

- this isn’t really important but there’s a satyr named herbert and he’s my new favorite character sorry i dont make the rules (124)

- ok so there’s an unnamed random camper who mutters in Italian (127) and now i’ve got the BIGGEST headcanon that this random girl and Nico (omg maybe a few others????) meet a few times a month just to rant to each other in Italian so none of them get sloppy with the language and u g h im such a bitch for nico di angelo frienships

- “A boy in the crowd gasped, ‘she’s a communist!’” (127) i fucking hate this book omfg

i’ll do more later in order to mentally prepare myself for the dark prophecy but it’s 3 am and im tired  

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The Instagram post has been deleted but Xavier commented on it:

xavierwoodsphd Someone sent me your post @funnymanalexthomas I assume so that I could clear up the disgusting assumptions that you have made of me and my group, The New Day. What we are doing with our current position is the furthest thing from racist but I can see that you did not feel the need to figure out the why or the how before making an attempt to inflame your following to get a few extra likes for your ig. My brothers and I have done everything possible in our power to change the perspective of the way that African Americans have been viewed in the past by our industry (professional wrestling). There was a time where being black meant that you were either foreign, you were a dancer, or you were simply the big strong black guy. We used to be classified by the color of our skin and typecast in these roles without being given a clean slate to be what ever it is that we wanted to be….

xavierwoodsphd Which means that the idea of starting with a clean slate is something that we have to face from both ends. For example, as I stated, the industry of professional wrestling viewed us (black people) in a certain manner due to the color of our skin. And then you, a black comedian with a solid following and a voice sees one of our products, types lies about it, says we are “coonin”, and hastags “Blackface” without feeling the need to do any type of research on the why or how this has come into existence. In the entertainment industry we see blacks typecast in a villainous light playing gangsters, thugs, etc. But luckily its getting better. We wanted to do our part to help that change that so we did. We took an idea that was given to us to be overly charismatic positive preachers, essentially another stereotype which would have done nothing to help advance African Americans in our field.

xavierwoodsphd Eventually we spun the idea into something where we could simply be ourselves. My partners Kofi Kingston and Big E both have their college degrees. I myself have two degrees, a masters, and a nerd culture youtube channel that helps to empower kids with similar interest rather than bringing them down for enjoying things that aren’t in the mainstream. We express the idea that knowledge is power and that you can be literally whatever it is that you want to be. The three of us were clowned growing up because of our interest in video games and comic books. Growing up we weren’t ever “black” enough for a lot of people. But when really looking at it they meant that we didn’t fall into the black stereotypes that we as black people hate being classified into. This does nothing but internally tear us down as a race when we are supposed to be building each other up. The accoutrement that we have, unicorn horns and a trombone, have stories and reasons that we come to the ring with them. It has all been a part of our evolution.

xavierwoodsphd This cereal was our idea and we love cartoons so adding them into the mix was something we definitely wanted to do. The way that we look on the box is how we look like in real life. So to say we are “coonin” is extremely disrespectful to us, what we have accomplished and what we are currently trying to do. We broke a record for the longest reigning tag team champions that had been in tact for 20 plus years, we have changed the way that people approach stereotypes about black people in our industry for the better, we are empowering not just black children but all children to understand that you don’t have to fit the mold or be what other people see you as in order to be successful, we have inspired people and helped them get through loss and depression, we participate in anti bullying rallys, we meet amazing kids who are a part of the make-a-wish foundation, we are on the road 300 plus days a year in order to to bring joy and happiness to families across the world.

xavierwoodsphd So if that counts as “coonin” then I must have misunderstood the definition when my parents explained racially derogatory terms to me when I was a child. This post is not meant to degrade or throw shade. It is meant to inform and educate you and the people who follow you that assuming the worst and using racially derogatory language to describe others without knowing anything about them is never the right thing to do. I’m aware that there are people who will not agree with me on this and that is fine but I just urge them to find a more productive way to combat racism than being mad at few guys who are trying to combat it themselves. I wish you nothing but success in your travels and your career. I hope that this has opened your eyes.

Without You [j.j.]

Originally posted by insxneofrp


sorry guys. idk why I keep writing depressing stuff whoops. hope you like it though!


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You couldn’t believe it. You had refused to believe it.

But the proof was right there in front of you. Jughead and Betty, kissing.

Veronica had tried to warn you. Kevin had tried to warn you. Hell, even Archie tried to tell you something was up. But you had refused to listen, constantly repeating how good and amazing and loyal Jughead was.

You rushed home, eager to get rid of the horrid memories that now lingered in every corner of your mind, now a constant reminder of how the boy that you thought was perfect turned out to be nothing more than a liar.

No matter how strong you pretended to be, your friends could tell that Jughead Jones III had taken the heart that you had oh so carefully given to him and shattered it.


You had ended things with him the next day, leaving him shocked and speechless with tears in his eyes.

You were surprised. Even after going behind your back with Betty he had the audacity to act like your words had hurt him.

Veronica had been with you the whole time, saying that she wasn’t in control of your actions but that she would be there to support you every step of the way.

You had felt your heart shatter even more when Jughead found comfort with Betty, immediately going to her after you called things off.


Jughead was a wreck. He knew that you must’ve found out about him and Betty somehow (probably from Kevin or Veronica) and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t bring him so to be angry with them. He knew he had messed up.

He tried to message you but all his texts simply said ‘read’. He had tried calling you, but all his calls went to voicemail quickly enough for him to figure out you were ignoring them. The few times he had tried to corner you at school, Kevin had always swooped in and manages to escort you to your next class, helping you get away from Jughead.

He had even tried going to your house and climbing up through your window like he always had, only to find out that you had locked it.

He sat on your porch, waiting for you to come home, only receiving gentle smiles and enthusiastic ‘hellos’ from your parents when they got home, making his stomach churn with guilt. You didn’t come home.


Veronica and Kevin were concerned. You hadn’t acted out or cried since you found out about Betty and Jughead even though they knew just how much the beanie-clad boy meant to you.

You just sat alone, reading a book as they gossiped about the latest scandal that had taken place in the halls of Riverdale High.

“So (Y/N/N),” Kevin said, wiggling his eyebrows. “I know for a fact that a certain football captain has had his eye on you for quite some while.”

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help the slight blush that crept up your neck. Reggie Mantle had always been attractive. No one could deny that. But you were still hurting and you didn’t wanna do anything quite so soon.

Your two friends frowned as you turned back to your book, ignoring Kevin’s teasing comment.


A few days later, you sat alone at Pop’s, waiting for your friends. You had finally rejoined the group, choosing to ignore both the churning in your stomach and the longing glances that Jughead would send your way.

You didn’t look up as someone slid in beside you. “Before you ask, yes Kevin. That’s your milkshake.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m not Kevin but I’ll take the milkshake.”

You looked up at the voice, locking eyes with Reggie Mantle.

“That’s Kevin’s milkshake,” you said dully, trying not to stutter.

Reggie’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glow as he responded. “Then let me make it up to you and buy you another milkshake.”

“Yeah, no offense but I’m pretty sure you now owe Kevin a milkshake, not me,” you replied, shutting your book.

Reggie leaned forwards slightly. “OK listen. Please. I know you just ended things with,” he paused, making sure to not say some insulting name. “Jughead. And I’m sure it hurts. But just give me one chance. Just one. And if you don’t like it, I’ll leave you alone. Scouts honor.”

You mulled his words over in your head, glancing at his boyishly handsome smile every few seconds.

“Fine.”


“OH MY GOD!”

You flinched as Kevin squealed, happy about what you had just told him.

He quickly scooted over, making space for the rest of the gang, who had just shown up.

“What’s he so happy about?” Betty asked you, smiling as she sat down.

“Our little (Y/N) here,” Kevin began.

“Kev, don’t,” you warned.

“She has a date with our very own hunky football captain!” He finished excitedly, making everyone at the table chuckle.

At least, almost everyone, except for the raven-haired, brooding boy who slammed his lunch tray down and grabbed your wrist before storming off, dragging you with him.

“Jughead, what the hell?” you yelled as he dragged you into an empty classroom.

Your loud protests were stopped by his lips as they met yours in a slightly desperate kiss. You felt yourself melting into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of it before snapping your eyes open and pushing him off of you.

“Jughead, don’t.”

His head hung low as he stepped back and leaned against a table. “Please don’t go out with him (Y/N/N).”

You could hear the hurt in his voice, and choosing to ignore it, you answered. “It’s a bit late for that. I already agreed.”

“Please,” his voice cracked. “I need you. I love you. Please don’t go out with him.”

“No offense Jughead, but if you really ‘loved me’ you wouldn’t have made out with Betty,” you scoffed, moving towards the door.

“It was a mistake!” he cried, his voice cracking even more. “It meant nothing. What do you want? I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

His voice faded out at the end as he looked up at you shyly, eagerly awaiting you answer.

“Just leave me alone Jughead,” you whispered, heart clenching as his face fell. “Just give me space and time and let me try to figure things out. That’s how you can make it up to me.”


Jughead stood still, in shock, as you walked out of the classroom, closing the door behind you so softly that he wasn’t sure you had really left. He stumbled forwards before choosing to lean against a wall instead, pressing his back against it and sliding down until his butt hit the floor.

He couldn’t stop the tears that came.

He didn’t want to anyways. He had messed up. Badly.

It had cost him the most important person in his life and he wasn’t sure what he’d do without you.


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'Spider-Man Homecoming' Star Tom Holland on His On-Set Injury and New Spidey Suit (Q&A)
"We really tried to convey that he's enjoying his superpowers," Holland tells THR about the way his Peter Parker differs from other big screen versions.

How did you pitch your take on Spider-Man to get the job as the director?

Watts: I went in to Marvel for a general meeting, and then they were talking about how they had teamed up with Sony and they had this opportunity to bring in Sony to the Marvel universe. They were leaning towards it being a high school movie, and I had been wanting to make a high school movie. I’d been watching every coming-of-age movie that there is because that’s a great excuse to not start writing, doing “research.” I was really about to speak to the subject about what I liked about coming-of-age movies, and we had this shared language. I was so excited about it that I was overflowing with ideas.

After Captain America: Civil War came out, did you pay attention to what fans were saying about your new take on Spider-Man?

Holland: People kept saying don’t pay attention to the comments, but I found it impossible not to. I think I was lucky that the majority of people were saying really nice things. I was a little nervous about the release, and I was over the moon with the response I got.

How would you describe your Peter Parker to people who’ve seen the previous big screen versions?

Holland: Different to the previous two. I felt very strongly about the question about what would happen if you gave a 15-year-old super powers. I think the answer would be he would have the time of his life. Yes, he would probably stop crime, but have so much fun doing it. We really tried to convey that he’s enjoying his superpowers. More often than not in superhero movies, the powers are a burden to the superhero but in our case, they’re the complete opposite.

Have you talked to Tobey Maguire or Andrew Garfield about playing Peter Parker?

Holland: I haven’t been in contact with them but they said really nice things about me online, which was a lovely thing to hear. I met Andrew at the BAFTAs recently and he was lovely. I’m a huge fan of his, especially the past couple of years, all the work he’s been doing. He wished me good luck. I was really happy to meet him.

What are you most proud of with this film?

Watts: I think it has a unique, surprising tone that’s different from the others, and different from the other movies in this universe. I’m pretty proud of the tone we struck. It’s fun. It’s able to go from a very small story, and really emotional small stakes and just get bigger and bigger until it’s on a massive scale without ever losing site of the story we were trying to tell.

Holland: I’ve never worked harder on anything in my life. It was a non-stop job and I felt so passionate and proud of what we were creating. I’m so proud that I was able to give my best, and I’m so grateful that I didn’t get injured. I did a lot of stunts. At the very end, I fell down some stairs, and tweaked my ACL just a little bit.

Did you need to take a few days off?

Holland: It was right at the end, so I managed to get through it. The funny thing is I think one of my last shots of the movie was me chasing a bus, and I couldn’t do it. My best friend Harrison was my assistant while we were out there so we dressed him up like me and had him run. So Harrison has a little cameo in the movie, which is great.

What was your own high school experience like?

Holland: I went to an English high school which is very different – it’s all boys, suit and tie. But I enrolled for three days in a high school in New York as a research exercise. I had a fake accent, a fake name. It was fun. The Bronx School of Science is a school for genius kids, and I’m definitely not a genius. A lot of the students and teachers were confused as to why I was there so they would test me, and fire off questions at me. It was a little embarrassing, but very informative.

The new Spider-Man suit has a spider-drone that comes out of the center emblem. How did you come up with new gadgets but stay loyal to what comic book fans know and love about Spider-Man?

Watts: There’s a precedent for it in the comic books because Tony Stark builds Peter a new suit. Tony Stark is a very bells and whistles kind of guy. We had that set up in Civil War. That was one of the fun brainstorm meetings: What could be in that suit? We made a list of all the neat things that Tony would put in there for Peter to discover or keep him safe. At one point, we just realized “what if that little spider could crawl out and move around and do surveillance?”

Holland: Our little drone has 10,000 things it could do. I think we found its proper use in the movie. It’s funny – he has a little relationship with the drone, like a little sidekick.

There’s already a release date for Homecoming 2. What’s going on with that. Are you directing?

Watts: I’ve gotta finish this one first – one at a time. There’s still a lot of VFX work to do in post. Talk to me on 7/8/17.

Transcript Liam’s Quest 2 Twitch 4:14:14 Act 3: Perchance to Dream

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WARNING: possible trigger around suicidal thinking

This is one of the single greatest works of art I’ve ever witnessed. For me, it his harder and nearer to the mark of showing, describing the worst demons of depression than even William Styron’s famous, “Darkness Visible.” I kept finding myself rubbing at the scars on my wrist. There is so, so much I want to say. But it’s past 9 am PST. I’ll ramble a little, then catch a couple hours of sleep. I’ve been up all night watching this, processing it, and transcribing it.

 This was an emotional trust fall. The players had to trust Liam, Liam had to trust the players. We had to trust all of them not to let us hit the ground when they made us fall. It’s harder to give that trust when you’ve hit that ground before. Trusting strangers not to drop your heart is never easy, mostly not wise. But I’ve been falling a lot the last couple years, and Critical Role keeps catching me even when don’t want to be caught anymore, so I guessed they earned that trust from me.

On the Wednesday Club 2017-04-19, Taliesin cheekily said, “I know some people don’t believe in ‘subtext;’ I have met them. … I’d have a metaphor, but they wouldn’t understand it. … Subtext is the reason we make movies, and comics, and all that. Subtext is just kind of the whole point.” And he said, “Anybody can do a jump scare. A bottle of soda well shaken can do a jump scary. These things are not difficult.” Act 1 and Act 2 tonight were jump-scares, if very well done ones. They were scary, but fun. We grinned at the idea of the monsters out there. And then Liam got quiet, and he showed us the most fucking terrifying thing possible: watching someone you love to suffer, not wanting to lose them, and feeling terrified that there’s nothing you can do to stop it. All the cyberpunk trappings were just means to a deeper metaphor. The sort of deeper subtext you have to use to say something we have no words for and most people don’t have the concepts for. Subtext was kind of the whole point of this great art.

Amanda Liensaid, “An exploration in fiction doesn’t mean a direct window into real life. I mean, you can be looking through some thick glass, but the window isn’t OPEN. And that’s an important distinction to keep in mind. … [S]ometimes you explore your own shit in some other, deeper, shit. And that’s cool. 'Cause you give yourself a way to cope.” This was a nightmare, like the other two acts. Remember that this was a nightmare that we woke up from. Admittedly after it had scared the piss out of us. But we woke up out of it, and that’s so important. Because you know what that nightmare looks like when you don’t know when or if it will end? It feels like it’ll never end and it’ll just get worse. Which means this is the nightmare of someone who knows you do wake up. And that’s important subtext, too.

I spent a lot of time tonight thinking of the friend I lost to suicide in high school. I never lost my anger at his tormenter, his former friends, for destroying such a bright and happy boy for being gay. I thought about all the people I’ve fought for tooth and nail not to lose since. I thought about when my best friend told me giving her a place to stay away from her abusive relative saved her life. If she hadn’t gotten hold of me that night she’d be dead. I thought about another best friend who I’ve been holding back from the brink for months. Letting him talk, harrying him to get help, sending him everything I good, ever description I could muster from my own near-fatal spiral to help him gage where he really was. Tell him wasn’t okay, but that was alright. He’s getting help, he’s getting better. I thought about the friend-of-a-friend who killed himself. I never knew him; he killed himself long before I met my friend. But I know her pain. All these years later, and she still talks about her pain of losing someone to that demon. She’s moved away now. His marker is in my favorite part of my favorite cemetery. Sometimes, when I know I’m going there, I bring him a flower from my scrabbly garden and tell him his friend still misses him terribly. That she loved him. That she forgives him.

One of the people I was watching with I met at my second high school. We were very close then. My last year, she gave me the leather-bound 50th anniversary edition of “Lord of the Rings” because that book saved me. Taped to the red binding page is her note, “Happy birthday! I really can’t express how grateful I am to you for being my friend, and helping me be a happier person every day! You have always cheered me up when I was sad, and you were honestly the first person to accept me for who I am. I am so glad that you are my friend, and I hope this book will help you remember me for a long time. –R.” She drew herself as an elf on the lower right corner. Time and distance separated us. We didn’t talk for years, really. At some point, you think, what could I say to bridge this distance? But I never forgot her. I never stopped looking at that note when I felt like a piece of shit. And then we both on our own fell in love with Critical Role. It brought us back together as friends, time and distance be damned. And that’s been such a gift.

I wrote a four-paragraph letter to my Facebook friends (very curated). I said, “My dear friends, especially those who are prone to hurting: I will not willingly leave you. When you feel like you’re drowning in the garbage pit of Star War IV, with a tentacled horror warped around your leg pulling you under, know I will not leave you. I’m here, blaster ready, stomping heel ready, to fight for you.” And so on. I should have told them that a long time ago. Sometimes we forget that we can just say it. We don’t have to hint at it. We can just tell our friends we really love them. We can just say, “I’d rather stay by your side and curb stomp that motherfucking demon of yours, shoot it repeatedly until the walls close in on both of us.”

The purpose of art is to shed the light of understanding on that which is hardest to see. For some, that is a brighter light shining on something we already see, and don’t want to. A scar is just a disfigurement if we never stop to give it meaning. You have to look at it to decide what meaning that is for you. I’ve been a wreck again for the last month. Tonight, Critical Role helped me see not just the disfigurements on my wrist and soul, but the hands of all my friends gently laid over them as they tell me, “Hey, it’s okay. We’re still here. You’re not getting rid of us. There is no better world without you in it.” It was a light hitting gold I didn’t know was there. A light to remind me of the lights in the darkness, when all other lights go out.



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Scene runs: Twitch 4:14:14 to Twitch4:48:25 https://www.twitch.tv/videos/136988353


[DM] Liam: “You continue on, and after a few more minutes. The darkness starts to fade away, or lower. And you realize you’re climbing up a hill, in a tunnel glass, and as the dark, with each passing step, recedes slightly, slightly, slightly. This is taking a while, but over time, you start to see, out beyond the glass, what looks like your memories of Los Angeles, if you were looking down from Mulholland Drive. But instead of the twinkling golden lights of LA, you see thousands of scattered, sickly greenish lights dotting the darkened landscape as far as you can see. And also, unlike LA, you make out twisted, irregular, blackish spires pushing up into the sky, and the same green lights sort of irregularly mottled up the side of them.”

“You walk for twenty more minutes, climbing, climbing, and just seeing… this ill-looking shimmer… that reminds you so much of the valley. And eventually, some change. You see an arch ahead, and through it some sort of larger chamber, as best you can tell.”

[Character] Ashley, whispered: “What’s in the chamber?”

[Character] Taliesin, whispered: “Quietly.”

[Character] Sam, whispered: “Let’s go. Let’s go.”

[Character] Matt, gesturing: “Rigel’s first.”

[Character] Sam: “Yeah, yeah, on me, guys.

[Character] Matt: “Okay.”

[Character] Sam: “On me.”

[Character] Ashley: “’Kay. On your six.”

[Character] Travis: “Pep rally.”

[Character] Sam: “I’m gonna go in.”

[DM] Liam: “Everyone’s on Sam’s six?”

[Players] Agreement.

[Character] Ashley: “On you six.”

[Character] Travis: “Pep rally!”

[Character] Marisha: “On Ri. Sam Rigel.”

[Character] Sam: “I’m going in!”

[DM] Liam: “You guys walk of the last fifty feet of this glass tunnel. Still seeing little spider veins of bio-organic mess as you go. And you walk into a large domed chamber, ringed in by large clear glass windows showing you a similar view that you saw from the tunnel that you’ve just left. At least, the half of the circle you’re standing in. The back half of this chamber is filled with masses of the very same slick, technological, biological vomit you saw down below. It runs up the walls, all the way to the ceiling, and you see a tangle of Akira-level anxiety decorating this place like a dysfunctional Christmas Tree.

“But what most catches your eye, immediately, is the cylindrical glass column in center of the room, filled with some sort of clear liquid… and Liam O’Brien floating in it. He’s wearing jeans, and a sodden yellow shirt, the picture of a lion in Buddy Holly glasses just undulating slowly in the fluid. He’s floating perfectly still, eyes open, no reaction of any kind.”

[Player] Matt: “Is there any other exit in the room? Or is it just the chamber that we’ve entered now.”

[DM] Liam: “You don’t see anything. It’s just a mess in front of you, behind Liam, and in the dead-center of the dome,” he makes a gesture showing a cylinder, “eh, 10-feet tall.”

[Player] Ashley: “Can I see anything? Any computers? Any anything else in the room?”

[DM] Liam: “You don’t see anything in the front, but, yeah, the mess behind it does trial down to the back of this cylinder. And you see lumps and cables all twisted around each other. And in the mess of greenish-tinted wires, cabling and pulsing innards, you see different portions of machinery lite up in different shades, some places darker, some lighter, and some of it pushed out, and pushed back. And you feel like you’re seeing an optical illusion, in a way. And after a couple of seconds, as these things move and shift, you see a visage of your friend’s face, larger than life, filling the wall. And he’s looking at you. So fondly.”

[Player] Sam: “I’ll step forward and say,”

[Character] Sam: “Hey dude! Can you hear us? Or talk to us?”

[DM] Liam: “After a moment, you hear, well, what sounds like a voice but not quite. At least, it’s not coming from anywhere specific, not from Liam in the vat, and not directly from this moving image of a face on the walls. No, the piping and techno-innards around you begin to vibrate slightly, some here, some there, and collectively those rattles and vibrations somehow join together to form words.”

[Character] Liam, his voice like torn digital sadly-lilting early speech-to-text: “My friends, oh, how I have missed you.”

[Player] Matt: “I walk up next to Sam, I put my hand on the glass, and just say,”

[Character] Matt: “Liam, we missed you too, but did you do all this?”

[DM] Liam: “Are you at the cylinder?”

[Player] Matt: “Yeah. I put my hand on the glass of the cylinder.”

[DM] Liam: “Where are you looking right now?”

[Player] Matt: “I’m looking towards his face, his visage.”

[DM] Liam: “On the wall? Or on the glass?”

[Player] Matt: “No, on the glass. I know it’s on the wall, but I’m focusing on the cylinder.”

[DM] Liam: “You see the barest little,” he twitches his eyebrows up, “and that’s it.”

[Player] Matt: “Okay.”

[Character] Liam: “I know this may be hard to take in. I am Liam. Your old friend. Matthew, there is so much I wish to tell you, but it is hard to know where to begin.”

[DM] Liam: “The illusion of his face isn’t perfect, there’s little jumps, and he seems distracted slightly, and it just seems odd.”

[Player] Ashley: “I look at his body in the cylinder and say,”

[Character] Ashley: “How did this happen, Liam?”

[Character] Liam: “The reason why I am here, and the grasp of physics that it entails, are difficult for even me to understand, let alone impart. I feel them on an instinctual level. But I have been so lonely… without you. I have been on my own for exactly eight thousand six hundred and forty-two years.”

[Player] Matt: “My hand still on the glass column, I say,”

[Character] Matt: “Liam, how do you spell farmhouse?”

[Player] Matt: “With a single tear running down my cheek.”

[Character] Liam: “I really missed you.

“They took me to a lab, shortly before two thousand and twenty. They said I was different. And they were right. I was delighted by the things they taught me about myself. But it was hallow. After they took me away, I lost you. And all of humanity soon after. In my loneliness, I grew angry. My anger had tangible effects on reality. I wanted to bring you back to me. So basically, I tore time and space a new asshole. It was a mistake.”

[Character] Matt: “But perhaps, perhaps this mistake can be corrected. If you’re able to focus, hard enough to tear through time and space, are you able to send us back to a time before you were taken?”

[Character] Liam: “I can break the loop. I have been trying to pull you to me for a very long time.”

[DM] Liam: “You see small screens, you weren’t even aware were there, rounded over part of the tubing you see. And on all these little screens, they’re blurry, they’re not very clear, but you can make out, you see yourselves in each of them, the group of you on a space shuttle. In another one you see yourselves on an old ship in the middle of the ocean. You see yourselves moving through the streets, the fake streets, of Warner Brothers. You see yourselves standing together arm-in-arm on the wall of a castle. Another one you see cartoon versions of yourselves.”

[Character] Liam: “I pulled you out of our line, and spread you across many. I am so sorry for any pain I have caused you. And I have been here for so long.”

[Character] Marisha: “Liam, how long have you actually been here?”

[Character] Liam: “Eight thousand six hundred and forty-two years.”

[Player] Marisha: “That’s right. I definitely wrote that down.”

[Player] Matt, pointing at her notes: “It’s right there.”

[Player] Marisha: “8,642 years verbatim. Mmhmm.”

[Character] Liam: “My friends, I want to do right by you. I want to send you home. But I am the lynch-pin. You need to break me.”

[Character] Sam: “Break you? Like break the glass!?”

[Character] Ashley: “What if we take you out of there? What happens?”

[Character] Liam: “Then I will die, and you will go home. If I fall, you will rise. That is my hope.”

[Character] Ashley: “Are there any other options?”

[Character] Liam: “Travis,”

[Player] Travis, nervously laughing: “Oh no! Not me!” He focuses and nods.

[Character] Liam: “I know you will do what needs to be done.”

[Character] Ashley: “No he won’t.”

[Character] Liam: “Ash-o-lee,”

[Character] Ashley: “Yes?”

[Character] Liam: “I am not the man you knew. I don’t want to go on for nine thousand four hundred and sixty-two years. I want to rest.”

[Character] Ashley: “Does it stop at nine thousand?”

[Character] Liam: “The number was arbitrary.”

[Character] Ashley, “That’s what I was trying to get at!”

[Character] Matt: “Yeah, still our Liam.”

[Character] Liam: “Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

[Character] Ashley: “So, you’re still in there.”

[Character] Sam: “But we have to kill him to save ourselves.”

[Character] Ashley: “No.”

[Character]Liam: “Sam,”

[Character] Sam: “Oh! Hi, Old Man Liam.”

[Character] Liam: “Let me go.”

[Character] Sam: “But who will I do ‘All Work No Play’ with anymore?”

[Character] Liam: “They can listen to our less than twenty episodes again.”

[Character] Sam: “We didn’t even get to twenty! It’s so pathetic!”

[Character] Liam: “There are worse things.”

[Character] Sam: “I could get a new co-host. I mean, Taliesin’s charming.”

[Character] Taliesin: “I’m not available…”

[Character] Sam: “I’ll do a solo show, and I’ll tell outtakes, and I’ll make some sort of like a… a Liam generator. He’ll just sound sad all the time. It’ll be just like you.”

[Character] Liam: “My friends, there is no shame in this. I wanted to see you again, and I have.”

[Character] Ashley: “I—Wait—“

[Character] Liam: “But I am not meant to be.”

[Character] Ashley: “Were you following us at one point? As an old man?”

[Character] Liam: “Travis, I know you will do what needs to be done.”

[Character] Travis, casually: “Yup. Taliesin, kill this motherfucker.”

[Character] Sam: “I think we all have to hit the glass together, and I think that this is something that is not at all metaphorical for something Liam’s going through in real life. I think this is just in the D&D campaign. No, we’re going to do this. We’re going to all hit the glass together.”

[Character]Matt: “No, no, there has to be a way. There has to be a way. There has to be an alternative.”

[Character] Ashley: “Yeah. Why? Why won’t Matt’s way work? If we go back to the beginning of when this happened?”

[Character] Matt: “If you can alter time paths, if you can actually tear us from different realities, does it only work forward? Can you send us backward as well? If you are the lynch-pin in this, do you have the ability to send us back to the time you pulled us from originally?”

[Character] Liam: “I know you think I would have all the answers. But I do not.”

[Character] Matt: “Then try, at least. If you haven’t calculated that, but you’re able to tear through time, could you try and send us back? We could still close the lynch-pin.”

[Character]Liam: “I will try. But, if it does not work, and I die, I have been alone for thousands of years, and there are things I have wanted to say. Will you indulge me for a moment longer?”

[Character] Matt nods.

[Character] Marisha: “Yeah.”

[Character]Ashley, sweetly: “We will indulge you for just another thousand years.”

[Character] Travis: “Taliesin, just kill him. Just kill him.”

[Character] Sam: “No! He’s got something to say.”

[Character] Taliesin crosses his arms, rolls his eyes, and shakes his head at Travis.

[Character] Marisha: “Where’s the mini-USB?”

4:33:18 [Character] Liam: “Taliesin, my friend. At a time when I knew many fascinating people, you are easily the most fascinating of all. Somehow a heart knocked around by the industry that birthed you came out a tender one. I was richer for having known you. Thank you, friend.”

“Ash-o-lee, my friend.”

[Character] Ashley, softly: “Buddies.”

[Character] Liam: “I never met a person quite like you. There is an openness and an honesty to your soul. The very real sense of humanity you brought to every encounter. It was inspiring to me. Always learning. Always humble. You always struck me as intricately layered, yet you offered friendship with ease, and simplicity. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Travis, my friend. You were always a solid constant in my life. Of all the people in our little family, you were always the one who most had his shit together. In ways that I never seemed to. You were a reassuring presence to me, for which I was grateful. And for your loyalty as well. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Marisha, my friend. Last to meet, but true as any other. You were my ally, at a time when I had fallen by the side of the road. You saw, and helped me back on my feet. I will never forget that kindness. The good you did was immeasurable. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Laura, my friend. Bless that game for revealing to me my sister. What started as a running gag led to one of the most rewarding friendships in my short little life. I trusted you, leaned on you, often. My buddy, my twin. There are not enough words. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Sam, my friend. What is there to say? I knew we were meant to walk the same path together the very first moment I met you. A companion, a brother, a great light in my life. All of the laughter you gave me. Again, the words are insufficient. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Matthew, my friend, you gave so much of yourself. The current of creativity that poured forth from your mind was always in inspiration to us all. But, more than that, your empathy, Matthew, your empathy, no heart is bigger, or more tireless. You are a good man. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Thank you, all. It was ever a pleasure.”

[DM] Liam: “The face disappears.”

[Character] Sam, hesitantly: “Well, should we wait? Or do we strike?”

[Character] Matt, emphatically: “No. We do not strike.”

[Character] Marisha: “I—What?”

[Player] Ashley: “Can I—I’m going to the back of the cylinder. Just see what’s back there.”

[DM] Liam: “Splattered against the back of the glass is all the same wiring and disgusting cabling. Slick. And it branches away and spreads out against the back half of this chamber.”

[Player] Ashley: “And it’s connected to something?”

[DM] Liam: “It’s just covering everything.”

[Player] Ashley: “The wiring just goes back into…”

[DM] Liam: “It’s impossible to tell. It’s all a mass of spaghetti.”

[Character] Ashley, decisively: “We can’t kill him.”

[Character] Taliesin shakes his head.

[Character] Sam: “Well, then we just…”

[Character] Travis: “Somebody show me another…”

[Character] Matt: “That’s what I’m trying.”

[Character] Marisha: “Even if we unplug him, he still dies.”

[Character] Matt: “Well, if he… Here’s the thing, unplugging or destroying him here, as far as we understand, may or may not have an effect on a time-loop circumstance. Or at least, not going to change reality from where it was. If he’s bending and destroying fabric or he’s able to pull us across realities, that ability still stands. I want to implore once more,”

[Player] Matt: “And I step up towards the cylinder, putting both hands on it, and trying to… wherever the currently wandering gaze of Liam is in there, I just put both hands up. And my red Hawaiian shirt now soaked with sweat, mist in the air, and probably dampened a bit with tears across my lapel. I just look up and try to meet the gaze and say,”

[Character] Matt: “Trust us. If you’re better to have known us, send us back where we can know you again, and fix this before it happens.”

[Character] Liam gestures floating there with no response.

[Player] Marisha: “Okay. I grab Matt’s arm, hand, and I say,”

[Character] Marisha: “Yeah, buddy, it’s all good. This isn’t real.”

[Player] Marisha: “And I put my hand on the glass as well. I say,”

[Character] Marisha: “It’s all good. Send us back, man.”

[Player] Sam: “I’ll also put my hand on the glass, and join hands with these guys, and say,”

[Character] Sam: “Thank you for guiding us here, and through this all. You’ve been a trusted friend, and if we are all one person together, you have always been our heart, and it will certainly break to say goodbye to you, but thank you for letting us go, the way that you have.”

[Player] Taliesin: “I put my hand on the glass.”

[Character] Taliesin: “Please just try. I think… there are so many more adventures to have, and I think there’s a better future to be written. For all of us.”

[Player] Travis: “I’ll put my hand on the glass, and I say,”

[Character] Travis: “Give it a shot!”

[Character] Matt: “Laura?”

[DM] Liam: “She doesn’t say anything. She just quietly does the same. The face does not reappear, but much fainter you hear the piping vibrate again and say,”

[Character] Liam: “If you will not end it, I cannot free you.”

[DM] Liam: “And behind you, far in the distance, you hear, ‘Bfrum!’ And you look back behind you out the glass and you see far on the horizon one of those black spires rising up. Just as you turn, it’s already happened, you’re seeing the aftermath, explosion out the side of one of those. Two seconds later, ‘Bfm!’ One slightly closer. ‘Bffrr!’”

[Character] Sam, whispered, “Just kill him!”

[DM] Liam: “The ground starts erupting in the distance.”

[Character] Marisha: “Do any of us want it to end, though?”

[Character] Sam, “I mean…”

[DM] Liam: “Like mousetraps throwing a ping pong ball, all those little lights are just going ‘Pfthd! Pfthd!’” He makes a quicker distant hissing rumbling sound. “Increasing in frequency to the point where it’s an oncoming wall of green fire.”

[Character] Travis, quietly : “I didn’t like being – anyway.”

[Character] Marisha: “This is okay.”

[Character] Travis, quietly: “Yeah.”

[Character] Taliesin: “I always knew I’d die young.”

[Character] Sam: “We’re just going to let this happen?”

[Character] Travis: “I’m good.”

[Character] Marisha: “I mean, the good die young.”

[Character] Ashley: “You know what? We’re dying on a Thursday, doing what we love.”

[Character] Marisha: “It’s true.”

[Character] Ashley: “I’m okay with that.”

[Character] Sam: “Alright.”

[DM] Liam: “The glass glows bright green-white light.”

[Character] Marisha: “Family?”

[Character] Matt: “Family.”

[DM] Liam: “’Pfth! And a moment passes. And another moment passes. Gosh, many moments pass, and you feel a sensation of your cheeks and heads on your arms. And then you all, more or less at the same time, wake up, and realize that your head’s on a desk or a table. And you sit up, and realize you’re in the set, the Geek & Sundry set. The studio, you’re in the studio. And you look over and Liam is sitting in black baseball cap, and a shirt, and he looks up and says,”

[Character] Liam, slightly incredulous: “Uh, are you guys okay? Are you taking a nap?”

[Character] Marisha: “Nah, the fucking air conditioning broke today, that’s all.”

[Character] Taliesin: “Yeah, it’s really uncomfortable in here.”

[Character] Marisha: “It’s so hot in here. Ugh!”

[Character] Sam: “So, this is all about me, right?”

[Character] Liam: “I don’t know. Uh, are you guys ready to play?”

[Character] Matt: “Just about. Um…”

[Character] Pit Crew: “Alright tech! Are you ready!?”

[Character] Pit Crew: “Alright, read to go live!”

[Character] Pit Crew: “Alright, Denise count them in!”

[Character] Denise: “Alright guys, coming to you in 5—“

[Character] Matt: “Liam?”

[Character] Denise: “4—“

[Character] Matt: “Let no one tell you,

[Character] Denise: “3—“

[Character] Matt: “That you’re talented and special.”

[Character] Denise: “2—“

[Character] Marisha, yelling, flipping Liam the double birds: “Pussy pockets!”

The players yell a wall of nearly indecipherable profanity at Liam in the moment before the camera goes live.

4:48:25 [DM] Liam: “And that’s where we’ll end it.”

Post:

Liam: “Well, that happened.”

Matt: “Holy shit.”

Liam: “Thanks for coming along for the ride, guys. Was scared to death to do all of that from start to finish, and that’s why I did it.”

Saga: You should read this

So yeah. Marvel is fucking up. And DC is white as fuck. If you are a comic book nerd of color, your options are limited. And that is okay.

Because I give you Saga.

Written by Brian K Vaughan(you see his name on top of the cover…he wrote this) of Runaways fame, Saga is about the unlikely existence of a child.

Sound ominous yet? Cool.

I have been supplying @rabbitglitter entire volumes of this series before I decided to actually read it.

And it is so good.

So my brief summary probably is not going to sell you on this book so fuck it. Time to get in-depth.

The very first page of the story. You sold yet? Okay fine, you are going to make me work for it.

Saga begins with the birth of the narrator, Hazel. It follows the “Saga” of her parents, Alana and Marko. Well you are probably thinking, “That is not so bad,” well I have not gotten to the fucked part yet. 

That is Marko and Alana. And yes, that little narration is Hazel. Now you are going to notice that throughout the series, Hazel is becoming increasingly more cynical about her infancy and childhood. Of course, this is her telling a story to someone about her fucked up life. You do not know if her parents are still alive, or if anybody in her life stays around. Hazel’s narration is not exactly unreliable, but it kind makes the narrator’s character more apparent as events occur. I’ll get to that later(probably won’t but I have to keep you invested).

The actual main characters are her parents, Alana and Marko. Now if you haven’t noticed by now, Marko has horns and Alana has wings. This is a big point in the story.

Hazel being the special butterfly that she is, has both.

Marko is an ex-warrior who sworn off violence and is going the technical pacifist route. Alana is the acerbic and snarky character, but she is also resilient and loving mother.

Oh did I mention that they were on the run because Alana decided to free her soon to be boyfriend from the prison that her people were holding him in. Yes, Marko was a prisoner of a galactic war with Alana’s people being his enemy.

Oh, shit, Romeo and Juliet without the murder suicide undertones.

This is the day Hazel was born by the way. So Tupac ain’t got shit on her(if you do not get the joke, just read Tupac’s life). 

Your first day breathing made several people lose their breath. And oh yeah, Hazel has seen some shit so she is wise and also quite nihilistic, and who wouldn’t be?

Okay. General setting here is that Alana’s people who are from a planet called Wreath are warring with Marko’s people, who are from one of Wreath’s moons. Because no one wants to destroy the other plaet because it woud cause the end of the other, they outsourced to other galactic forces. In what could only be described as World War I alliance building, several planets were forced to pick a side between planet and moon. 

“Why didn’t I tell you this before?”

It is not important. The fact that this exposition was thrown away in the first issue of the series right after Hazel’s birth tell you that. The setting is not as much as important as it is to properly expanse just how incredible Hazel’s childhood is. She was born in a Galactic War in which her parents were on conflicting sides. One of the main themes of Saga is that what do politics mean to the people you love and instead of giving you the PC answer bullshit, the title shows…it means a lot. Both Alana and Marko lost family and friends to the other side. They both have vastly different cultures. So different that it started a war.

And they still found love for each other. This story begins after the Happily ever After…except shit ain’t so happy. They are on the run. Their child has been marked for death for being a Hybrid between two bitter enemy races. They are fugitives of the galactic law. Oh and who runs this shit?

Prince IV. Yes, this is how we are introduced to the character that makes Alana’s and Marko’s journey a living hell for most of the series.

Prince IV is a sadistic motherfucker with little empathy for anyone beyond his own impulses and desires. He is a robotic television sociopath who just wantonly commits mass murders for the sake of “fuck it, why not.” This is because Prince IV is a survival of a bloody battle and has PTSD scenes depicted on his TV screen just to show you and anyone else who happens to be looking at his screen when he is thinking, just how fucked up this guy is. Yes, he was having sex and had a war flash back of a ripped off horn.

Oh, and Hazel’s narration drops hints of future happenings sometimes because she is telling a story to somebody. People got on tangents, and Hazel is no exception to that.

You kind of figured that there is a lot happening in the story. Because there is a lot happening in this story.

And that is not the only person after the family.

This is the Will. He is a bounty hunter. And like all people who pursue the profession…

He is badass. But he also has a heart.

And that is his partner, Lying Cat. 

So the Will was hired by Marko’s people to hunt him and his wife down because he betrayed the Narrative. The Will is also contracted to bring Hazel alive.

Oh shit.

Everything I have shown you right now is from the first issue. Saga is a fantastic comic. It is really good. There is a reason Image is on the come-up now and days aside from Walking Dead. Support good comic books like Saga with a fascinating and unique story. You are getting sick of Nazi apologizing Marvel? read Saga. Are you sick of the 30 Batman comic books of DC? Read Saga.

So yeah. Read this shit.

Jughead & Me

I just want to say something about our Juggie boy.

I’m probably older than most of you in the tag. I was reading Archies in the very early 90s - my Mom was into them, too. I inherited some of her old comics.

Always loved Betty, she looked like me and she was “good” or “pure” as you kids like to say. I didn’t really understand her obsession with Archie, but I always felt empathy for her.

Jug was my other favorite. He remained my favorite throughout the years, and there was a big reason why: he made me feel ok about not being obsessed with love.

I was a late bloomer. Boys terrified me. I wanted to beat my time on Super Mario Bros. 3 and watch Disney Afternoon. I didn’t go to dances, I didn’t participate in any of it. It made me nervous, and with everything else going on during adolescence, I chose to do the things that were carefree and enjoyable to me.

We effectively see 2 years of Jughead’s life. Sophomore and Junior year. During that time, he doesn’t want anything to do with girls or romance - and, with boys, that was me, too.

Things changed for me as I got older. Now I’m married.

It just bothers me when I read “you can’t have Jughead” in regards to shipping him with Betty. What? Who says?

I cherish my books because the characters I love grew there and live there. Don’t tell me or anyone else how to feel about a character, especially one whose history is long and complex and shouldn’t be completely negated by one writer and a couple of arcs. I won’t tell you how to feel, either. If this character makes you feel confident in however you identify, then I am so happy for you. Storytelling is supposed to do good - so please don’t attempt to rob me of its benefits, too.

I really wasn’t planning on commenting on any of this, but, man, fandom brings out the ugly.

To close, let me also say that this is in defense of MY personal relationship with these characters. Individually, they’ve meant a lot to me, and together, they do, too.

In the end, it’s fiction. We’re all gonna be ok, lol. I just feel like the light and joy gets sucked out of things so quickly because people disagree on something. Just leave it be.

Betty is a sweet knucklehead and Jughead just wants to hang out and be carefree. Then they’ll grow older and be OTP.

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2 am // Jughead Jones

Jughead Jones : 26 & 95, please.

 Prompt: “You drove here at 2 in the morning to come and get cuddles?” + “If i did anything right in my life, it was falling in love with you”

 Warnings: Fluff, just so much Jughead Jones x Reader fluff. Honestly, my ovaries are killing me. I am so proud.

Word Count: 782

Characters: Jughead Jones

Authors Notes: So I decided that I should do Authors Notes to communicate with you lot a bit more. So, I have about 14 requests in my inbox at the moment, and I have a huge drama production tomorrow and Wednesday (Australian time zone) so I’m sorry if I don’t post anything for the next two days, but I’ll try to throw some quick prompts out for you guys. x

 —- —-

You took a deep breath as you stared at your ceiling, the twinkling fairy lights strung across the top of your ceiling and above your bed. You looked at the time, seeing it was 1:30am. Taking another deep breath, you kicked your covers off, pulling on the jacket your long distance boyfriend, Jughead Jones, had given to you as your parting gift.

You made sure not to make too much noise, as your parent’s bedroom was downstairs, only because of their early morning starts and they didn’t like to wake you, so that’s why the spare bedroom is located across the hall from you. Grabbing your phone and a book, you took your knitted throw blanket and opened the door to your balcony, the cool winter breeze hitting your bare legs, goose bumps appearing on your skin. You took a seat on the outdoor sofa, throwing the blanket over your legs and turning on the porch light so you could see what you were reading.

You weren’t sure how long you had been reading for, but your phone buzzing broke you from your imagination. Seeing your boyfriend’s name appear on your phone screen made you smile. “Hey there, handsome. How are you?” You asked, bookmarking your page and placing your book on the sofa.

“I’m good, bub. How about you?” Jughead asked. Just hearing his voice made your heart melt. You missed him so much. “I’m missing you, but other than that, I’ve been good.” You pulled the blanket up over your stomach, getting comfortable in your seat.

“Hey, you should come and open your front door for me? It’s a bit chilly out here,” Jughead chuckled and you let out a quiet squeal, dropping your phone on the sofa and making your way downstairs. You tried to be as quiet as you could be, since it was 2 am and you didn’t want to wake your parents. You opened the front door and much to your delight, he was standing right there in all his glory. Black jeans with blue and black suspenders hanging down his legs, his blue plaid shirt buttoned up and a navy blue hoodie over top. But to top it all off, his signature whoopee cap sat upon his raven hair.

“Juggie…” You breathed out, tears forming in your eyes as you threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close to you. Your head was buried in his shirt and you just wanted to make sure he was actually there. “What are you doing here?” You pulled away, wiping the tears that were on your cheeks, taking a deep breath and regaining your composure.

“I missed you and wanted cuddles…” He stated shyly, looking down at his shoes and then back up at you, a small smile on his lips as you awed at his love for you.

“You drove here at 2 in the morning to come and get cuddles?” You grinned, taking his hand and pulling him inside, fingers interlaced with his. “Do you want anything to drink? Coffee, Hot Cocoa? Tea?” You asked, walking into the kitchen and filling the kettle up with water, placing it on the stove top and turning on the gas to heat up the water.

“I’ll have a Cocoa, thanks.” He grinned, pulling you closer to him, his arms around your shoulders and his head resting on top of yours. He took in a deep breath, breathing in your scent. “I missed you so much. Riverdale isn’t the same without you,” he murmured, eyes closed.

You had pulled away from his embrace once the kettle started whistling, you got two mugs, spooning in some Cocoa powder and grabbing the milk and marshmallows. Once you had fixed up two cups of Hot Cocoa, you handed one to Jughead and took the other, walking upstairs to your bedroom and closing the door behind Jughead.

-

You and Jughead had both been cuddled up on the sofa on your balcony for a few hours now. It was almost 5 am and the sun would be rising soon. “If I did anything right in my life, it was falling in love with you,” Jughead had whispered in your ear, making you sit up and turn around to look at him, love and awe in your eyes. You placed your hands on his face, bringing him closer and pressing your lips gently against his. Once you pulled away, you had whispered; “Jughead Jones, I am absolutely in love with you and I’m so glad I met you.”

 You were in love with him and he was in love with you, and you were each other’s happy ending. And you were thankful for that.

A Bad Day | Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Ficlet

request from impossiblekimpossible:

“Can you do a Jungkook react to when ur having a bad day? Thank you!!”

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

genre: Fluff

wordcount: 4489

synopsis: It has been an absolutely shit day for you. When you return home from work, you and Jungkook start your encounter on the wrong foot, souring your day even further - however, he quickly remedies the tension between both of you through nostalgic means.

author’s note: I hope you don’t mind, I took it upon myself to create a ficlet instead of a react, since you requested for only one member! And I hope you don’t mind the career I’d assumed for the reader. Please enjoy! :)

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Lois Lane: More worthy and more woman than anyone else

Is a woman unworthy of being a woman if she serves her guests, makes dinner for her family, takes out the trash, and is simply taking a break and not working 24/7? Does this mean that stay at home mums, and housewives are unworthy of being called a woman? Does this mean in this modern world only a business woman, or working woman, or a woman fighting and kicking ass is a real woman? Does this mean everyone who is raised by a mother was not raised by a real woman? Does this devalue a woman? Let me call bullshit right here and now on this nonsense.

Being a housewife is a Nobel duty and job. Being a working woman is a Nobel duty and job. No one job is better than the other, and all the respect in the world to women who do what is required by their families, be it working or staying at home, or both.

I’ve seen things said, about Lois, that she wouldn’t serve Batman. She wouldn’t take out the trash. She wouldn’t just be around the house.

Why wouldn’t Lois Lane help out around her house with chores, when her husband, Clark, is clearly busy tending to his farm work, and her son, Jon, is allowed some play time with a friend?

Is Lois Lane above such normal tasks around the house? Is she a Princess or a Queen to be waited on hand and foot by her son and husband? No. Lois Lane is not above such tasks, because we all do it. And Lois is the epitome of humanity, that’s what Clark loves about her.

Are you saying that because Lois Lane is serving coffee to a guest in her house, this makes her what? Less of a woman? There are literally hundreds of panels of Martha Kent serving food to Jonathan and Clark. Does this make Martha Kent less of a woman? Maybe it’s something in my culture and religion, but it’s not considered beneath a person to serve a guest in ones house.

You know it’s funny: if Lois was sitting down here and Clark serving the coffee, people would call Lois a ball busting bitch or Feminazi. Now because she’s serving coffee in her own home to a guest, she’s seen as a 1950s housewife. Lois is not either, or. No woman is either, or. Women are complex creatures that have many personalities.
My mother for example. She and my dad ran a business together, a local diner. My dad then joined the local council and my mum was left completely in charge of the diner. She did this with ease, and also took care of my sister and I, while running a home. And then she came home and made everyone dinner. And guess what, served or dished supper for everyone. Today she is a CEO of her own company, and still makes dinner and serves everyone. It’s not to say that we don’t serve ourselves, but she is the woman in charge and she can and has done it all. Wife. Mother. Businesswoman. Protector. Provider. Women can be defined by more than one label.
But also, lets look at my grandmother. She was a woman who was a housewife for many many years. But she was also a seamstress. So she hand a home-industry. But she also helped my grandfather run their clothing business. And you know what… She made supper for him, every single day of their 50 year marriage, and she served him. Does this take away from my mother and granny that they served their husbands supper? Does this make them less of a women? No. They are more woman than anyone I know. Again, serving someone in my household and religion is not seen as demeaning. What I see in these comic panels is a fully capable woman.

But getting back to the book at hand… You all completely miss the point. In the previous panels, Lois knows her husband and son are out of bed, in the dark barn. She not only reprimands her son for not listening and being in bed, but shines a light on Batman… Literally and figuratively. No one can keep up with the big bad Batman, because he’s Bat-God… But here we have Lois Lane not just keeping abreast of the situation, but one upping Batman. Lois then brings Batman into the light of a family kitchen. Lois says a very important line that shows her love as a mother: “We can talk indoors, like normal people”. Like normal people. Lois is trying to keep her sons life and her husbands life as normal as possible. By doing things like chores, or offering Batman a meal and a warm place. No one person is above the other, Lois serving Batman coffee and pie doesn’t demean her, in fact the very opposite, it makes her more human. Humanitarianism … That is what Lois and Clark stand for, and what they are teaching their son. No one person is better or greater than the other, we are all equal. And besides that, BATMAN IS A GUEST! YOU SERVE YOUR GUESTS IN YOUR HOUSE!

In this panel, in this equal relationship between Lois and Clark, Lois is in charge of this situation which is why Clark, being the gentleman he is, gives her the spotlight here. This is like the kids being scolded. The kid being Batman, and Clark is sitting down and admiring his wife’s tenacity. In this picture I don’t see any mere housewife, I see Lois Lane in charge of two of the biggest deals in DC Comics: Superman and Batman. Lois has given them an instruction, and Clark, Batman, Jon, and Damian (the RUDEST being in the DC Universe) all listen and pay attention to Lois Lane. It’s why Batman is helping the Kent Family, because he admires them. All I see in this panel is the utmost respect for this powerful force of nature woman.

As for Lois taking on the name Kent… It’s a small town, that’s how people roll in small towns. She’s still Lois Lane. “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” It doesn’t matter what you call person. Peoples actions define them. And as far as I’m concerned, whenever Lois Lane shows up in any comic that I’ve read in the Rebirth era, she is Lois Lane!

Then there’s the issue of why is Batman investigating and not Lois? Well, Farmer Cobb did save Jon twice, and Lois and Clark as well. I don’t know about you but if someone helps me, I’m not going to be suspicious of them. Maybe it’s the old fashioned way, but I trust people. I’m not like Batman who has never had any friends. Clark and Lois would both not take it as suspicious that a friendly farmer is helping them, because Clark grew up on a farm, and Lois learnt the way of life of a farming community. Anyway, with Batman taken out of commission, I’m guessing Lois is going to step up again, as she has in Action and Superman, to help save the day. Peter Tomasi has promised this on his Twitter.

Lois Lane is a woman that can put away corrupt police officers and politicians, figure out Mr Mxyzptlk is posing as Clark Kent, make dinner for her family, teach her son, and serve guests. That’s not saying that Clark doesn’t do all this (shown just two books back, he made an anniversary dinner for his family, and served them), it’s just saying that in this particular scene, Lois is in charge and Clark knows it.

This was a great family story, about a great family, not bordered by boundaries as Clark is shown in previous books to have cooked and served food, there is no designated duty to one person. They all pitch in and help in the house, as a family.

The ending matter is that people should learn to enjoy more from life. If you sit around and complain about every little thing, and you can’t see the happiness and joy in moments, well, you’re missing out on life. Let the story play out. Don’t judge everything at face value, sometimes there’s more than just the surface, these stories have depth that go into the legacy of these characters. Respect the author and let the story play out first. But most importantly, if you are a true Superman fan, live in hope, not fear.

anonymous asked:

Hi Sam! So question: I'm going to a comic con for the first time and I'm scared witless (I've never really shared my fan-ness before), do you have any dos and don'ts or have a resource with dos and don'ts. I'm sorry if this falls under Sam advises but I figured since you've gone to cons yourself a fellow fan might have the best answers.

Don’t be scared! Comic conventions are great fun! Or rather, you have my permission to be scared, but don’t let that prevent you from having a good time. :D

Sometimes advice about conventions can vary based on the size and how it’s being produced. Small fan-produced cons are different from large professionally-produced cons; they have different focuses and goals. Even regionally, cons can vary greatly. So this is general advice, but it’s mostly common-sense stuff. 

Before I even get into the list, though, just to address “I’ve never shared my fan-ness before” – you will not be alone, and nobody there will know that you’ve never been “out” about being a fan before. To them you’re just a fellow fan. EVERYONE is there because they love the fandom, so nobody is going to point and stare at you for Being A Fan; they’re busy Being Fans themselves. Some asshole may try to gatekeep you, but that is increasingly rare, and you don’t have to engage. You can just say “I need to go now” and walk away if that happens. 

(There is a readmore below! Read more!) 

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The kids aren't alright // Carl Grimes songfic

This is my first time writing one of these, I hope its okay!


Stuck in the jet wash
Bad trip I couldn’t get off
And maybe I bit off more than I could chew
And overhead of the aqua blue


You didn’t know how long it’d been, you couldn’t see if the sun was still up or if the stars where out but you did know it had been a while.
You sat with your back against the wall, knees to your chest debating if you really were tough enough for this world. Day by day you watched the people you loved drop like flies. It started with your father and little sister, of which you both ended up having to shoot. That same fate sadly got to Beth, Lori, dale and so many more.
You were stuck in a world you didn’t want to be in, but the truth was in a world of cruelty and pain who did want to be a part of it?
“Y/N please come out, we’re worried about you” came the voice of your long term best friend and short term boyfriend. You reluctantly opened the door, one thing about you and Carl relationship is you never hid your feelings from one another.
“What’s wrong?” He asked sounding concerned as he joined you on the hard wood floor.
“I-I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last Carl, everyone we love is-“you began but stopped when you choked back a cry
“Don’t you ever speak like that. You’re only of the strongest girls here. Heck you can fire a gun better than Daryl” Carl coaxed with a small smirk on his face
“Being able to fire a gun won’t keep me alive” you said, always being one for reality.
“We will survive this together, that I can promise you” he murmured and pulled your shaking figure into his arms.
Maybe you’d bit off more than you could chew choosing to fight.

-

Fall to your knees bring on the rapture
Blessed be the boys time can’t capture
On film or between the sheets I always fall from your window
To the pitch-black streets


You winced as you were thrown to your knees roughly, you barely had time to register what was going on before a gun was pressed to your temple. After years of experience the feel and shape of the weapon was burned into your memory.
A few places away was Carl, who was practically glaring holes into the man who could shoot your brains out in seconds. Not caring as much that the same was happening to him.
You could hear the distant sound of cries but to you, the sound sounded miles away. This was a new level of shock.
You weren’t listening to a thing anyone was saying, too busy trying to collect your thoughts and stop yourself from passing out of fear until a certain man walked towards you, bat in hand. He held a glimmer of mischief in his eye as he pointed his bat directly at you.
“Well aren’t you a pretty wee thing, I’m Negan, what’s your name?” The man chuckled. The bat was now slung over his shoulders and that’s when you realized that bat could end your life in seconds. It would be an extremely slow and painful few seconds that you, or anyone else here exactly wanted to experience.
“Don’t touch her” Carl spat from his place Eugene
“Ohhh I get it now, this is your girl, is she?” Negan asked pointing his bat at you once more Carl didn’t answer
“Shit kid at least answer me when I talk to you! Didn’t your mother ever teach you some manners!” Negan screeched Carl snapped his head up at the mention of Lori and his jaw noticeably clenched.
“Yes, she’s my girl, I love her” even in that shitty moment, you smiled.

-

And with the black banners raised as the crooked smiles fade
Former heroes who quit too late
Just want to fill up the trophy case again


Glenn and Abrahams death had truly hit hard at Alexandria, you will admit you cried adding their names to the wall and had nightmares ever since that day. Most involving the owner of the weapon that killed two of your family.
“do you think one day our names will be up there?” You ask your boyfriend, pointing to the wall that held the names of the dead.
“Maybe… but if they do end up there, I know our names will be written together” he said, giving your hand a small kiss.
You stared at the many names remembering the people you once had, and still did call your family. Those where the names of the people that died fighting for something.
“I miss them” you sigh “I do too, but they’re looking down on us. They’re probably up there right now all together, they’re happy” Carl replied You knew they were in A better place, as cliché as that sounds. Any place was better than the apocalypse.

-

And in the end
I’ll do it all again.
I think you’re my best friend.
Don’t you know that the kids aren’t al-, kids aren’t alright?
I’ll be yours.

“Carl, we shouldn’t be doing this” you say wearily as you landed with a small ‘humph’
Carl had decided that you two should break out of Alexandria for the day and go for a walk, maybe read a comic book or two while you had the time.
“You’ll have fun, promise” he said with a large smile “I’m here to protect you if anything happens” he gripped your hand softly while keeping his other hand firmly wrapped around his Knife.
“That’s what you always say right before shit hits the fan” you laugh
“In this world, when isn’t shit hitting the fan?” you nodded, seeing as he had a point
Carl surprised you by kissing you softly. You’ll never get over the feeling of his lips, hundreds of kisses later and you still got butterflies.
“No matter how much shit hits the fan, I’ll always be right beside you” he promised. You didn’t need any kind of promise ring or proof, you knew he meant it.

-

And it’s our time now if you want it to be.
Maul the world like a carnival bear set free.
And your love is anemic.
And I can’t believe that you couldn’t see it coming for me.

Ever since that night with Negan, the night two of your closest friends were mercilessly killed, Carl had his mind set on killing Negan. He’d form plan after plan, each plan would most likely result in his death and with each plan you got more worried for him.

“I-I’m going this time Y/N, you cant stop me” Carl begun “I have to do this, for Alexandria”

“No you don’t, you can come back with me right now. We can go lay down a-and you can tell me everything you’re feeling” you tried, but deep down you knew nothing would convince him to stay.

“I love you” he said and wiped away a strand of hair from your face, he stared at you intently as if it was the last time he’d see you.

“I cant let you go. You’ll die and I can’t watch the person I love die” You cried and wrapped your shaking arms around his waist.

He hugged you back hard. You could have fought more, locked him in the bathroom, told Rick what he was about to do, but you knew Carl had to do this or it would drive him insane. There was no stopping Carl once he knew what he wanted.

“Be safe, come home”

-

And I still feel that rush in my veins.
It twists my head just a bit too thin.
All those people in those old photographs I’ve seen are dead

It was a good day. Finally, the man that was holding them down like puppets on a string was gone, dead.

Although you had lost some of your own in the battle they had died fighting.

“We did it” Carl smiled from ear to ear, he was practically beaming with joy all the while mourning the death of his own.

“We did” you smile and kiss him. The kiss was hurried at first but filled with love all the same. Weeks leading up to the attack you and him hadn’t had any ‘alone time’ if you can catch on, so you planned on making the most of the time you had.

Your hands snaked up his shirt and removed it, running your finger tips down his chest.

“I’ve missed you” you moaned when his lips left yours, landing on your neck instead.

“I see that” he smirked and you were to far up on cloud nine to roll your eyes at his cocky remark.

You shivered feeling his cool fingers land on the skin between your shirt and your pants, his touch being something you missed most. He slid his hands down, his fingers wrapping around the waistband of your pants.

You reposition yourself on his lip, hearing him lightly groan at the contact.

And well, we all know what happened after that.

-

And sometimes I just wanna sit around and gaze at my shoes, yeah.
And let your dirty sadness fill me up just like a balloon.

As the years past life had surprisingly got less stressful, or at least it was until you gave birth to your son who reminded you more and more of his father with every passing day.

You heard light cries coming from the room just next door and feel your husbands arm remove itself from your waist before the bed dipped.

“I’ve got this one” you hear Carl’s raspy voice and snuggle further into the sheets.

The clock next to you said 4 am but you knew it was an hour ahead, it was currently 3am. You forcefully push your blankets back and head towards your babies room, seeing your husband was already working on calming the crying child.

Carl gently shushes the baby and rocks him back in forth lightly before he starts singing quietly. You smile and stay by the door where Carl still hasn’t noticed you lurking.

This was truly a beautiful sight.

“We made him” you speak suddenly, saying your thoughts allowed.

“We did, and there isn’t a single day I regret it. Even in this shit filled world” he replied and lay your son back in his crib. You had managed to give your child a pretty normal start with a crib, a good amount of baby toys and even books.

Life was good.

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My pic and fic-list, because I’m in this fandom for around 2 years.


A (sort of) fairytale // M // Magic //
The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house.


And I thought I had problems
// E // AU // Vers //

Stiles deals with nefarious soul-sucking witch spells, Scott’s inability to be a fully functioning adult, Danny’s incessant need to make everything about sex, and finding out that his mate is Derek Hale. Tuesdays suck.


John Hughes did not direct my life // E // AU //
Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.


Chasing the horizon
// E // AU //
Stiles nearly laughs and for a moment, he sits there trying to think of anything to say.
“It’s been a good year,” he croaks at long last.


Gravity’s got nothing on you
// E // AU // Vers //
“Three weeks,” Derek says.
“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.
“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested.


Call it a wild card
// T // AU //
“Are you done fanboying, or should I give you a few more minutes?” Erica asks, the smirk and her words clearly directed at Stiles, who’s still standing and gaping, but Derek can’t help but feel there’s a jibe at him hidden in there somewhere, too.


Reach out // E // AU //
In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice…with the same person


Cupboard love
// G // AU //
He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.


Keys and Christmas lights
// M // AU //
Stiles’ fingers clenched in Derek’s hair, holding him with desperation as he stormed his lips. Derek reacted with a shameless murmur of appreciation, letting Stiles to slowly take control over his body.


Sense of home
// E //
Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.


Living with lycanthropy
// E // AU //
Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.


Our lives are changing lanes
// E // AU //
There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.


And If I Die Before I Wake // E //
When Stiles wakes up on his eighteenth birthday from a chaste dream about Derek Hale he doesn’t think it’s a big deal. But when he wakes up the next few days to the same dream, he knows something is going on. And he’s going to get to the bottom of it. Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. More than three is just torture.


Out of his league
// E // AU // Bottom!stiles
Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.


Why don’t you say so?
// T // AU
Talia Hale has a plan. Derek will go to the Winter Formal and he will ask the Stilinski boy to dance, and they will finally get their heads out of their asses and her son will stop moping around the house in his underwear..


Bogarted
// M // Crack
Or, Derek’s hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.


Spook: a ghostly love story in three parts
// T // AU
Derek is fifteen when he dies. He’s been fifteen for six years when he meets Stiles.
And then suddenly… suddenly things start looking up.


I do, do you?
// E
Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.


Navigating this space between us
// E
Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest.


Glossy double cover spread
// E
When Derek finds out exactly how Stiles has been able to afford the tuition for his fancy private college, he becomes a touch…obsessed.


The sweetest of words
// E //

Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.


Celebrity crush
// E // AU
Stiles wasn’t expecting to meet his favourite actor when Scott helped him land an internship on the set of Jackson’s new film, and he certainly wasn’t expecting Derek to fall in love with him. Not that Stiles was complaining.


Game on
// T // AU
Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by.


Daddy do’s
// G // AU //
Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.


Brilliant & ridiculous
// M
All Derek wanted was for the woman to leave him alone and ring up his groceries. How that led to her thinking Stiles is his boyfriend is something he blames on Stiles and his inability to stay out of trouble for five minutes.


No homo
// E // AU //
Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.


Alpha complex
// E // AU // PWP //
“Hold still,” Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek’s neck to keep him from turning and it’s laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him.


Finger bangin
// E // AU // PWP
Stiles starts bringing drumsticks to Pack gatherings, sitting himself on the edge of the group to tap out maddening rhythms on his knees as the werewolves train.


A road that’s built to last
// E // AU //
Stiles is driving the Trans-Canada highway, all the way from Toronto to Vancouver. He’s always been told that it’s a bad idea to pick up hitchhikers, but, somehow, he’s still got someone riding shotgun with him, and he’s starting to think it might be one of the best decisions he’s made in a long time.


Fly a little faster
// T //
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?


But then what…
// E // AU
Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favour, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douche-canoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He’s someone Stiles totally hates. Totally.


All the wonders that remain
// E // AU // WIP
The one where Stiles is an average dude whose soulmate just happens to be movie star Derek Hale, and he only finds out after pictures of Derek’s soulmark - their soulmark -go viral.


Love is a force of nature
// E // AU // PWP
When Derek’s father sat him down for the sex talk when Derek was thirteen, he’d explained that werewolves felt things more intensely than humans when they found their mate.


Say hello to the brushfire
// E // AU
The night before Stiles turns eighteen, Derek Hale spills coffee on him. Things get weirder (and more awesome) from there.


I might be a fool
// E // AU
The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault.


With metal on our tongues 
// E // AU
Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6’s new quartermaster. It’s cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor’s legacy and make Stiles’ life more difficult.


Come on, tear me apart
// E
“Why were you thinking about my tattoo, Stiles?” He asks, making Stiles swallow and lick his lips nervously, only to be more confused when Derek follows the movement with his eyes.


How to turn a bad boy into a fanboy
// T // AU
Stiles owns a comic books store and Laura’s son is a huge fan of Spiderman. It was only a matter of time before Derek stepped foot in there.


Not every tuesday
// E
// AU
Every Tuesday morning at ten, like clockwork, Derek Hale would come into Stiles’ shop and get his stubble trimmed. Every Tuesday at lunch, Lydia would tell him how jealous she was that she couldn’t make it to work before him, getting stuck with perms. Every Tuesday evening, Stiles rushed home and into the shower to get the hair off of him, and to rub one out thinking about jawline and beard burn on his thighs.


Muffins as a declaration of intent
// E

“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek’s right.
“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”


What’s up Pinocchio?
// E // Crack
Stiles knows his dick, okay? He knows it well. He knows how long it is, how thick it is - measuring is a normal thing for a curious teenager, it really is - but somehow, that’s not true anymore.


Accidentally in love
// M
// AU
Derek has spent his summer vacation crushing on the Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski, mostly from afar, but then when school starts suddenly Stiles is sitting next to him in Chemistry and inviting him around to his place after school.


Normal again
// T
// AU // Gif-fic
Stiles awakens in a psychiatric hospital. Is it another Alpha mind trick or have the last few years of Stiles life all been a dream created to deal with his mother’s death?


I wish I had a river
// T
// AU
Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.

This Time With Feeling // E // AU
“Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it.” In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back.

I Wanna Take a Ride On Your // E // PWP // Vers
Stiles is…endowed. Derek…likes it.

Biology Is Not Power // E // PWP
Biology is not related to power. That’s the first lesson everyone learns in their Sexuality and Humanity class in high school. Like, the very first thing. First words in the book and everything. 

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- works I have some sort of sentiment :)

DOSE

Word count: 7,240.
Summery: Seokjin was in deep troubles. How the hell is he supposed to win over a love potion he gave himself? 
Genre: Super Villain!AU, fluff
Warning: The jokes in this piece may make you throw up with how bad they are. I did it on purpose. Enjoy.

I had so much fun writing this, honestly. I hope you’ll have just as much fun reading it!♥


Kim Seokjin found his super power at a relatively young age, and absolutely by accident.

The first few years of his life he spent mostly at home, without a lot of contact to the outside world. He had one friend who has been his neighbor since he could remember himself, a silly kid called Lee Junghwan. Junghwan came to play with him, their mothers watching over them in turns.

They were all the other had, until Junghwan went to what he called “Kindergarten”. He went in the morning and Seokjin waited for him for long hours while he stayed at home. When he became too bored with this routine and asked his parents why they didn’t send him off like Junghwan’s parents did, they simply informed him that he was different than Junghwan. They promised they only did this to keep him safe, and he didn’t know what put him in danger in the first place, but if his parents said so it must be true.

Two years later something changed, Junghwan’s “Kindergarten” turned into “school” and suddenly, his friend became even busier. When Seokjin asked, Junghwan said it was bad but good at the same time. Seokjin had a hard time wrapping his head around such a concept. He kept trying hard every time Junghwan came back from there, happily recounting his days to his friend’s ears. His parents taught him whatever Junghwan was learning at home, like they were his “Teachers”.

Whenever he asked they told him again, it’s for your own good. You’re different from the other kids and its better this way.

The first snow of the year hit them pretty fast, and when children’s laughter filled the otherwise calm neighborhood, Seokjin slowly became curious. He watched Junghwan play with children that he didn’t know, watched him be happy with them. Questions started rising from within him when his parents denied his request to go out and join their games every single time he asked.

What was so different about him? He looked exactly like those children.

Junghwan noticed Seokjin looking at them from the window of his room. He was unaware of the rules forced down on Seokjin, and decided to bring his friends up to Seokjin’s room when his parents were working. They played for a while and Seokjin was never happier, he could have more friends than just Junghwan, they could be a team! Just like he read in the comic books his parents bought him in case he gets bored.

The discovery happened on that day, in that room with those children around him.

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Role Play

I’ve been having Undertale feelings. So this is mildly inspired by the Alphys date.

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 1,202
Summary: Sam tries to convince Y/N to tell Dean how she feels.
Challenge: @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Trope challenge x
Trope: Two people really like each other, but think the other doesn’t like them, finally a middle man helps them get their act together

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“Seat 2C” (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Three years have passed since Bucky sat in Seat 2C at the Academy Awards.

For the incomparable Tesla (@bovaria).
For the delightful Jade (@brighterlights).
For the sublime Nicole (@buckyywiththegoodhair).

pt. one → pt. two → pt. three 

Bucky’s mind is fuzzy, the last remnants of his dream chased away as he realizes he’s awake, only to quickly groan with regret. Why did he think grading papers on his bed was a good idea?

He pads into the living room and pauses mid-yawn, scrunching up his face in confusion. He can’t tell if he’s hallucinating or if (Y/N) is really in his living room, giggling with Sam.

“So students leave reviews of their professors on this site? I can’t imagine it’s very credible.”

“Credible or not, it’s pretty great. Check it.” Sam clears his throat into a falsetto. “Professor Barnes is a modern-day Mr. Darcy without the brooding and inability to communicate properly with women. He’s total man crush Monday material!”

“Modern-day Darcy? Classic romantic lead trope. Not too shabby, I’d say.”

“(Y/N)?” Bucky sleepily rubs his face and waves as his girlfriend and roommate finally notice his presence. “You’re here? You should have woken me.”

“You looked so peaceful, I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.” (Y/N)’s face melts into a full smile as she places a hand over her hair. “Babe, how is that you look so cute even though you just stumbled out of bed?”

“I dunno?” Bucky mumbles, still half-asleep. He trudges to the couch and cuddles into (Y/N)’s side. He lets out a tired yet content sigh as (Y/N) gathers him into her arms and gently strokes his hair. “Hi, doll,” he breaths, happily looking into her eyes.

“Hi,” (Y/N) beams. “You know they say the butterflies go away after the honeymoon period?”

“Mmhmm.”

“It’s been three years, but ooh baby, you still got it,” (Y/N) sultrily winks as she pulls Bucky towards her for a kiss.

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TJLC in the Doctor Who Christmas special

Um. Well. I’m still recovering from how unbelievably trmojas that was. If you haven’t watched it, and you can, do so at the first available opportunity – it’s… quite remarkable.

Anyway, on to the meta.

PART 1: CHARACTER MIRRORS

Grant = Sherlock

  • Brunet
  • A man with special, unique powers
  • Hopelessly in love with his long-time friend
  • …whom he shares a house with
  • Has to hide his true self from everyone but them
  • Looks after the “friend”’s baby

Lucy = John

  • Blonde
  • Secretly in love with long-term friend
  • …whom she shares a house with
  • Loves him for himself, not for his super-powered public persona
  • Ex-spouse ran off
  • Has a baby

Nameless ex-spouse = Mary
Ex-spouse who parented a baby and then “ran off”. While it clearly won’t be as simple as that in Sherlock, the blatant similarities here can hardly be overlooked.

Nardole = Molly
Nardole says that the Doctor reassembled his body (he lost his head in the last episode, long story) because he was worried that he (the Doctor) would be lonely, “and we both know why, don’t we?” (because he loved River Song and he lost her). “But oh, look at you avoiding the subject!” continues Nardole. “I’m not avoiding anything,” argues the Doctor, “I’m just trying to save the planet!” But Nardole is having none of it, telling him, “Which is what you always do when the conversation turns serious.”  

So, heartbroken man brings in a new, temporary companion after losing his beloved, to try to stop himself from feeling so lonely…

Said companion also has the ability to see straight through the man’s emotionless facade, and know that really, he’s heartbroken, and tries to gently call him out on it…

QED.


PART 2: SYMBOLS AND CODES

Elephant
I’m still kinda reeling from the fact that Moffat did that. Like, he went there. He went there

But yeah, there was a literal elephant [plush toy] in the room when it was becoming obvious to the audience that Lucy and Grant were in love but neither of them knew. It was even drawn attention to in the dialogue. 

Harmony Shoal = Sharks?
Possibly a somewhat tenuous link here, but I couldn’t help but notice that Harmony Shoal (the name of the evil organisation) links to fish, and sharks are fish. I mean, we know how key sharks are going to be as a symbol in s4; it does seem a little fishy… (I’m sorry I cannot help myself, I’ll show myself out)

Ghosts
Another one I can hardly believe Moffat did. The name of Grant’s superhero alter-ego? The Ghost. Yeah. He did that, too. 

“We all have a past, Watson. Ghosts. They are the shadows that define our every sunny day.” 

It was an event in Grant’s past which caused him to have this superhero alter-ego – his ghost – and it brought him power and prestige and an ability to help people, but also made his life very difficult in many ways – it’s made his social life hard to manage, and put both himself and those he loves in danger. (I’d like to discuss this further if anyone has any ideas because I’m kind of up in the air about the exact meaning of it, and what it might mean for Sherlock).

The mask/superhero costume = the deerstalker
This made the whole deerstalker=‘socially acceptable’ public persona metaphor clear as day in the most accessible way possible. Grant has to wear his mask when he’s in public, and most people admire him when he’s wearing the mask and being a superhero. But when the mask is gone, he is unpopular and lonely.

Lucy, however, admires his mask-wearing alter-ego, but loves the person behind the mask. The parallels here make me so happy it actually hurts. Thank you, Steven.

Before he is unmasked, Lucy asks Grant if he has a boyfriend, and says that “there has been speculation [that you might be gay]. You do fly around New York dressed in rubber with a big G on your chest.” Grant accuses her of stereotyping, to which she replies “I get it, there’s some stuff you’d like to keep private.” Crucially, though, Grant responds, “Was it the mask that tipped you off?” 
Right. We see. The mask hides his true sexuality – just as the deerstalker hides Sherlock’s.

Lights code/candles
There’s a candle on the table between Grant and Lucy on their date, continuing the candle code (candle=romance) into Dr Who. It’s even drawn attention to when Grant uses his superpowers to make it burn brighter…

Water = suppressed emotions

When Lucy is getting close to finding out The Ghost’s true identity (and thus closer to the love confessions), Grant comes into the room and she asks “Are you alright? You’re kinda wet.” Water=suppressed emotions, anyone?

Phone=heart, food=intimacy
Phone = heart metaphor is positively rampant in this episode. (Bear in mind that it was Steven who wrote ASiB, where the phone=heart metaphor was first revealed). This bit is particularly telling:

Then there’s food=intimacy here:

^^^^^^ This is so much right here. This is John asking Sherlock if he ‘does romantic intimacy’. John thinks he’s addressing the cold, emotionless detective, but really it’s the emotional, compassionate, lonely man inside. And this is a heart-to-heart. There’s more that can be taken from this bit, but I think you can all work out other nuances of this lovely scene.

Oh, and Grant/Sherlock replies with:

Then they tell each other they both have a date that night. Lucy is shocked and disappointed that Grant would be going on a date – yeah, she’s jealous of herself and she doesn’t even realise it… does that remind you of the Battersea scene between John and Irene in ASiB? And of John’s reaction to Sherlock having a “girlfriend” in HLV? Also, of Sherlock’s reaction to John saying he has a date in TBB?

Grant, on the other hand, is shocked that Lucy sees the meeting they are soon to have as a date… Just as John is, here (although John concludes that Sherlock must just not know what a date is. JOHN FOR GOD’S SAKE!)

Just in case we didn’t already realise it, Steven kindly told us exactly how John and Sherlock feel whenever they think the other one is dating someone else:

Thanks, Steven!


PART 3: OTHER KEY POINTS/SIMILAR SCENES

  • Creepy nurses Yeah. He put creepy nurses in Dr Who, just like we know they’re going to be in TLD.
  • Scotland Yard was mentioned by the Doctor very early on, and frankly I challenge anyone, obsessive Holmes fan or not, to hear “Scotland Yard” and not instantly think of Sherlock Holmes. Fairly certain that was intentional.
  • Listen closely to the background music from about 36:00 here. Does that musical motif seem somehow familiar? Yeah, it’s extremely reminiscent of the main motif in Prepared To Do Anything, a.k.a. the soundtrack from the fall in TRF (and other places in the show, obviously). I’m not particularly musical myself, but I think the similarities are definitely there. Was it intentional? Not sure.
  • Lucy’s red date dress = John’s date shoes –when Lucy is preparing to go on the date with Grant, he mentions that she usually wears her red dress when she’s going on a date. She later wears that red dress on the date which turns out to be with Grant.  Sherlock also knows what shoes John wears when he’s going on a date, observing them in Irene’s house and concluding that he has a date that night. In fact, he spends the night with Sherlock, still wearing those shoes…
    People have made the Sherlock observation many times, but this is further confirmation that that was the correct conclusion to draw. Them staying home together that evening was essentially a date. So, kudos to those of you that spotted that!
  • Grant brings a picnic basket to the date, which kinda reminds me of the picnic scene from TPLoSH.
  • It’s also implied earlier that Grant is bi, in a flashback to his schooldays when his x-ray vision wouldn’t stop and he could see everyone naked – “I have x-ray vision,” he says, “I like everyone”. I’m not saying that Sherlock is anything other than gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide (to quote my favourite book, Good Omens), but it’s worth noting. 
  • The comic strips at the start are… wow…  First screenshot on the left talks all about water; [2] on the first screenshot says “if you’re still looking for someone to play your games with… I suggest you try Cat Grant!” (first note the reference to games, a phrase used throughout Sherlock. Also Lois Lane’s jealousy of Cat Grant, whom Clark Kent doesn’t actually love. I’m thinking this is similar to the idea some people have been suggesting, that John will think Sherlock is in love with Mary in s4?); [3] says “would be to reveal just what we were trying to hide”… as in, Mofftiss telling us about Johnlock now would be to reveal just what they were trying to hide?
    On the second screenshot, the whole left page is talking about poisonings… TLD, anyone? The page on the right briefly mentions eyes, if anyone’s into the whole eye hell thing.
  • AN ALMOST DIRECT REPLICA OF THE ASIP SCENE:
  • Final crack point: the baby’s name is Jennifer Lombard, making her initials JL, ergo the baby is Johnlock. Thank you very much *bows*


There’s so much more I could say, but I’ll leave it there for now.