So, the family is out having breakfast. Remind me again, how long has it been since we’ve seen Dean flirt with a waitress? Yes I know, 12x11, but @mittensmorgul has written a fantastic meta HERE addressing that.
What’s different this time?
Wally - Red blooded American hunter. Wally, who sneers at namby pamby nancy boys with soft white hands. Wally, with his beard and his jacket who reminds me a lot of John. And Dean’s performing for him, being daddy’s little hunter boy.
So Dean tries to flirt with Mandy, using the hammiest possible approach and it fails. And he’s okay with it. Until she shows interest in Cas. Look at the reactions, Sam immediately look at Cas with an uh-oh face. And Dean is just pissed, complete with eye rolling and lips pursing.
Dean’s jealous, and Sam knows it. I say this because some people are already trying to paint Dean getting pissed as him being angry about getting rejected. That is highly OOC for Dean (Jo shot him down and he simply breezed past it) He’s gotten rejected plenty of times with no issue. Dean’s also got rejected by girls who then hit on Sam. He’s always been okay with that.
But Cas, Cas is different, isn’t he?
Wally is still there though. So Dean can’t pull the possessive jealous husband routine he pulled in 12x10. So what does Dean do? What every insecure person does.
Lalala I don’t care at all that someone’s flirting with you. I’m going to be magnanimous about it and show how much I don’t care at all hahaha because I don’t care. Not at all.
Wally nods in approval when Dean mentions Mandy is ‘into’ Cas. Mary shoots the topic down, and Dean tries to play both sides - the macho posturing side that Wally approves of, but Mary clearly doesn’t like it. So he backtracks there (”I’m not objectifying her Mom, this is a teachable moment)
And he’s trying to wink and act like everything’s cool… But it’s not. Dean doesn’t look happy, he looks positively pained. Contrast this to when he took Cas to the brothel. Another teachable moment. Look at how different he looked.
Sam distracts, and Dean has the perfect chance to forget about it. But he doesn’t. Because even though Cas has been clueless to everything till now, Dean’s still not feeling secure enough to let it go. He can’t act too irritated in front of Wally, so he takes it out on Sam a little, then immediately goes back to bro-bro manly back slapping. And Wally is watching on, nodding and approving everything Dean’s saying - she’ll smell like food. Really, Dean? Are you talking about a girl who’ll appeal to Cas, or you? Why are you fishing so much?
Cas still doesn’t respond. Mary shuts it down again. And that’s the end of that.
You know, it is surprising that 12x10 and 12x12 both had promos with Jealous!Insecure husband!Dean. It’s alost like their trying to point to something…
Hey guys lets all chip in and renew the fucking get down so we can get more lgbtq and poc (specifically black and puerto rican) rep!!!!!!! Please try this show out on netflix about kids in the late 70’s living in the bronx
It’s been too long since he’s had a good fuck, too long since he’s felt a soft body grinding into his, too long since he’s had an orgasm he didn’t cause himself.
It’s not often that Dean gets this way. It’s just a fluke, a few weeks of too many hunts too close together and no time to hit a local bar. Normally, he makes it a point to look around after a hunt, to find someone nice and fun to spend a night with and take the edge off.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle
Word Counting: 1.1k
Chapter name: Harvelle
Warnings: Set in season 2. Cannon divergence. Jealous Dean. The
Winchesters are literally ignoring John’s death and pretending things are just
fine. Gifs aren’t mine
The Medicinal Cotton Clouds Come Down to Cover Them
by Mary Jo Bang
To smother their smallness
in felt. Unsatisfied folds, filmic
emotion—remote, pale and impalpable.
Each with their own secret
inflection of want.
There was no debate on this but merely a mood
shift when certain words were mentioned.
Inane nexus of speech, never quite capturing
the what invoked.
She slid her panties down over her hips.
The broidered hue of illusion,
idea drunk in the delicate gloom.
The picture of a hand becoming
a hand. Whose? Yes. Desire reworked stepwise,
a would weep. A was told and lying very still.
Was allowing just so to happen
to her. Neck nape a curve becoming
infinite abyss extended to wish, wish, wish,
and righty-o, a stunning result. Isn’t that nice?
Rosey-o, rosey-o. She woke, took one look:
Oh, it’s you. Yes. I thought I dreamed you.
Siren girls sang somewhere. Nice, she said. Nice.
This is an A/B/O AU. You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City. After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off. You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.
The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink. It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.
Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle
Big thanks to @moansmisha for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.
As Sam and I left my mother’s townhouse, I felt lighter than I had in years. The weight of having to hide my relationship with Sam had affected me more than I realized.
Sam’s hand was warm and strong in mine as we walked away. I paused for a moment and looked back at the only home I had ever known. In my minds eye I replayed some happy memories of this place. I saw Cas and I playing tag out front as kids, and my Dad teaching me how to ride a bike.
But the happy memories were far outweighed by anger, anxiety and sadness after my Dad died. I had wasted so much time trying to please my Mother. I realized now that no matter what I did, I would always be a living reminder of her lost love.
But that was all behind me now. I saw my mother for who she really was, and I was done playing her games. That part of my life was over. Never again would I let anyone make me feel inferior for being an Omega.
I looked over at Sam and he smiled as he leaned in and kissed me gently, right out in the open. “Are you ready to go?” He asked me.
“More than ready.” I whispered.
This place was my past, and Sam Winchester was my future.
Summary: Bones and Uncle Jim take Joanna to her favorite candy store, and Jim and Jo decide to set Bones up with the reader, the owner of the store. requested by @yourtropegirl
A/N: okay guys, this one was SUPER fun to write, and ended up being super cute <3 so joanna’s like 7 here, but i really don’t know anything about her…and i know that in AOS, Bones doesn’t have a daughter, but we’re gonna pretend he does…
A/A/N: okay, i just realized the request said AU…and i didn’t write this specifically as an au, but i guess it could be read as one? Sorry!
Warnings: none, just an incredible amount of fluff
You huff and stand with your hands
on your hips, taking in the mess in front of your small candy shop. The wind was vicious this morning, and just
after you’d opened it had knocked down your chalkboard easel sign and the trash
can. Wrappers fluttered in the small
breeze, and you contemplated leaving the mess, but your conscience threatened to
strangle you if you did. You sighed and
straighten the trash can, then hurry to gather the candy wrappers and parchment
paper sticky from candied apples. You
try to shove the paper back into the trash, but just succeed in frustrating yourself
when the sticky sugary mess clings to your fingers. You hold back a cry of frustration and
finally shove the mess into the can and stalk over to the fallen easel sign and
violently set it back up.
Requested- no Word Count- 961 Pairing- Kai Parker x Reader
“I’m sorry Y/N but we had to”
Those words didn’t stop ringing. She was cold, her fingertips burnt over in a freeze. She had become still, not daring to move in case she lost control. Her stomach twisted and turned and wouldn’t calm itself; how could it? He was alone again and it was her fault. She shouldn’t have allowed him to fall through her grasp, she should’ve had a tighter grip. For what she once had is now gone.
“Had to? How could you leave him there, Bonnie?”
She screamed, her voice not daring to break. Her eyes were wide with anger, yet sadness lingered beneath the tough exterior. Her body shook as anger took a death grip on her. Her breathing ragged; lungs screaming for one good amount of oxygen. All that was on her mind was him.
“Kai is not a good person Y/N. How can’t you see that”
You were sitting in an extra little sitting room, and You had just finished checking up on all of your college classes, and making sure you had completed all of the homework, when your mother let out a shrill call, “Y/N- phone!”
“Make sure you don’t listen in this time,” You call back a you reached over to the still-operable landline- that your mother refuses to get rid of -with your free hand. I pick it up and press the button, “Hello, Y/N L/N speaking.”
You immediately stop typing on your laptop and set it aside on the couch, “Jason! How are you, I saw a little bit of the situation on the TV - are you okay?”
He seemed taken aback for a moment, but cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, Yeah, a little bruised up, but I’m fine.”
You let out the breath, “Good, good, I’m glad, I knew you could probably take care of yourself, but still.”
Jason was silent for a moment, and you didn’t know wether to break the silence or wait until he felt like talking, and before you could make your decision he spoke, “So, I, uh, found your cellphone today.”
You blinked in surprise, “Really? You did? I ah, mean Thank you, but, uh, when in the world did you find time to find it?”
Jason was smirking, you could tell by his tone, “Oh, just found a little time, no big deal. When can I get it too you, I figured you need it.”
You nodded, “yeah, say I’ve got work in the morning, would you like to come with me to-“
The phone started ringing and You muttered under your breath when you noticed it was your boss, ‘hey it’s my boss, I should really take this… could I put you on hold real quick?”
“Thanks I’l make it quick, I promise.”
You quickly put Jason on hold before accepting the call from your boss, Steph who is quick to ask, “Oh, my gosh I saw on the news about your Uncle’s party- are you okay?”
You laughed, “Yeah Steph, I’m fine, just surprised you haven’t asked yet.”
Steph squealed, “Oh- M-Gee, about Jason Wayne meeting his soul mate, I was gonna, do you know who the mystery woman is?”
So just to recap really quickly to be sure I’ve got this right:
UKvia’s Prime Minister, David Cameron, wants to win a general election, but UKIP are pinching all his voters because they want UKvia to leave the EU, a process hereafter known as Brexit.
He therefore promises to hold a referendum about the EU that won’t actually be legally binding, but says he’ll stand by the result anyway, so it’s like, practically legally binding.
He wins his general election. The referendum on Brexit is set for June.
The campaigning is split into Remain and Leave camps. Political parties are immediately all over the damn place, except UKIP, who literally only exist over this one issue. David Cameron wants to Remain. The Leave camp is headed by Evil Clown Freak Boris Johnson, the former Mayor of London with an impressive cult of personality who wants to be Prime Minister so he can kick out all the Muslims and have his detractors beaten and/or killed, and Nigel Farage, a sort of Haunted Walnut Mask possessed by the soul of an angry Nazi who wants UKvia to be an autocracy or at least to just stop interacting with anyone who is The Wrong Sort, i.e. not white.
The Leave camp also contains some people we call Lexiters, who want Brexit for left-wing reasons. Unfortunately, they utterly fail to spot that they are being given an overly-simplified binary option and not a nuanced opinion-giving vote, and that they will therefore be siding with and empowering racists.
The campaigning begins. The Remain camp mostly uses an economic argument. If Brexit happens, they argue, the pound will plummet, causing another recession and also all that European funding our poorest areas receive will vanish. The Leave camp mostly uses an immigration argument. We’re swamped by swarms of immigrants stealing all the jobs, houses and opportunities, they argue, and if we kick them all out you’ll get your jobs and that back.
These arguments are both targeted at incredibly impoverished people. They hear the first argument - that they’ll be economically worse-off after Brexit - and think, “Things can’t actually get any worse??? So???” They hear the second argument - that there’s a really simple reason that they’re poor and it’ll be fixed by Brexit - and think, “So things can actually get better??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP.”
Also, the Leave campaign is much richer, and can afford to do far more leafletting through people’s letterboxes. Older people who don’t/can’t use the internet to fact-check are incredibly vulnerable to factual-looking leaflets through the door about the EU, with titles like “The EU - the facts”.
The main points that the Leavers ultimately push, though, are as follows:
Let’s close the borders and stop immigration!
We spend £350 million EVERY WEEK on the EU. Let’s spend that on the NHS instead!
The EU is completely undemocratic, unlike the UKvian Parliament! LET’S TAKE BACK SOVEREIGNTY.
These are all literally lies.
All of them.
Nonetheless, the second one in particular gains traction - it gets emblazoned across the Leave campaign bus, and put on all of their posters when they give speeches.
The Murdoch-owned newspapers of UKvia, most notably the Daily Mail (the paper that supported Hitler), all peddle these lies ceaselessly, and paint anyone who disagrees as ‘unpatriotic’.
Meanwhile, Nigel Farage announces that unless the gap between the decisions is 10% or more, he’ll demand another referendum.
Just before the referendum happens, an MP in the north of England called Jo Cox is gunned down and murdered by a Leaver who shouted “Britain First” as he killed her and owned Nazi memorabilia.
Anyway, the referendum rolls around, and the following happens:
Older people overwhelmingly vote to Leave, having been taken in by the Lie Leaflets.
Poignantly, some of the poorest areas were incredibly susceptible to being given easy scapegoats for their poverty, and so also vote to Leave.
A shit-ton of people who don’t actually want to Leave vote to do so because they too have failed to grasp what a binary election is or means, and think that by voting Leave they’ll simply show the government that they’re unhappy with UKvia’s position in the EU.
Lexiters seeking ideological purity vote to Leave.
Racists vote to Leave in their droves.
Young people overwhelmingly vote to Remain.
The final result is a win for Leave, with 51.9% of the vote to 48.1%.
Immediately, the pound starts to not so much fall as plummet, taking several other currencies with it.
Within four hours of the polls closing, the Leavers admit that even though they’ve won, they won’t be able to close the borders.
THE FIRST LIE IS REVEALED
The following day, as the result is announced, Nigel Farage appears on national television. Not only does he admit that we won’t actually be spending £350 million a week on the NHS, but he denies ever having said it, and claims he thought it was a mistake that others said it. Photographs immediately circulate of his election bus which had it written on the side, and of speeches he gave in front of posters that said it.
THE SECOND LIE IS REVEALED
David Cameron cries, because this was never meant to happen.
Towards the end of the day - less than 24 hours after the result is called - the Leavers one and all admit that they don’t actually have a plan for this happening. In a bizarre twist, they blame this on David Cameron, a man who, for all his evils, wasn’t actually in their campaign, nor was he the head of a political party that literally only exists for this exact scenario.
The already-falling pound now enters freefall, breaking records for how quickly it can sink.
The Daily Mail publishes a story smugly telling Britain to “take a bow”, and then explains all of the shit that’s now going to hit the fan. Its readers are furious that they weren’t told this before the referendum, and are horrified that they now won’t be able to own and use their French holiday/retirement homes.
The racists take to the streets in unbridled delight, harrassing and assaulting everyone they think might be foreign, buoyed by the belief that everyone agrees with them. When Remainers try to talk about this, Lexiters suddenly crawl out of the woodwork to try to silence them, squawking about how it’s totes unfair that people think they’re racist for voting Leave. They do not see the irony.
Meanwhile, millions of people start calling for a second referendum, now that the blatant lies have been revealed. Also, all those ones who voted as a protest are feeling really fucking stupid. And hey, Nigel Farage did say he’d call for a second referendum if the margin between was less than 10%, right?
WRONG, MOTHER FUCKERS. Leavers who are either racist or tribal about the whole thing start posting memes about how everyone should ‘accept democracy’, and telling Remainers - or Remoaners, as they get rebranded - that ‘you lost, get over it.’
David Cameron meanwhile, having now schismed his country, induced the rise of street-side fascism, exploded his own economy and that of others and plunged the nation into a quagmire of uncertainty and No Plan, falls on his sword and resigns. At least now he might be remembered as the man who destroyed his country rather than the time he face-fucked a dead pig while gazing into the eyes of another Tory.
Nigel Farage then stands down as head of UKIP.
No, that needs repeating.
NIGEL FARAGE STANDS DOWN AS HEAD OF UKIP.
This is literally the only thing he’s for, but he’s so dramatically incompetent and out of his depth that he has to flee the scene and get someone else to do it.
Maybe Boris Johnson? No more Cameron, Johnson was a Leaver, now is the time…
Because he can’t do it either.
Because there is literally no good way of leaving the EU without tanking the economy so hard we all go back to using horses for horse power and return to the barter system. He knew this all along, of course, but like David Cameron and, let’s be fair, everyone else, he didn’t think we would actually leave. So he could back the safely-losing-but-popular-horse and ride into Downing Street as Man of the People. But then it all went wrong and so now he’s on the run.
Theresa May ascends the throne instead after a two-horse race in which one of the horses had only three legs and got shot before it was halfway in. Theresa May is a Remainer, but she really, really hates human rights and wants to repeal them.
That’s not hyperbole. She literally wants to remove our human rights.
In the first sensible political move we’ve seen in months, though, she makes Boris Johnson the Foreign Secretary. This cuts him off from his cult of personality power base, while making him responsible for negotiating our new trade deal with the EU, which as mentioned, is never going to be good. It remains to be seen how effectively she has kneecapped his chances of becoming PM at the next election, but it’s a damn good blow she’s struck, credit where credit’s due.
Then she sets about trying to repeal the human rights act.
People - Leavers - start braying about Article 50. Article 50 is what we need to enact to leave the EU formally, but is an odd thing:
We can trigger it, but withdraw from having done so at any time?
The referendum was not, as mentioned, legally binding, so May doesn’t actually have to do it.
The big question: Should Parliament get to vote on it first? The referendum was not, after all, legally binding. Should Parliament have a say in it?
Given that the Third Big Lie was that Brexit was about reclaiming UK Sovereignty, you’d think the answer here would be a straightforward ‘yes’.
The other big question: what the fuck is the plan for leaving? What will our trade deal be? Terms like ‘Hard Brexit’ and ‘Soft brexit’ get thrown around. Everyone is bewildered.
Then the pound dips lower than the Euro, which is a fucking disaster. UKvia’s newly-instigated minimum wage, designed to be a living wage, comes into play just in time for the costs of living to soar. Big companies start leaving Britain. Jobs become uncertain or are lost.
Polls show that the number of people who voted Leave but would now vote Remain is now greater than the margin of difference in the actual result. We haven’t even left the EU yet and already everything is going to shit.
Unilever announce that, owing to how the pound seems to be on a one-way journey to the centre of the fucking Earth, their products will be more expensive. This includes Marmite.
Marmite, for those who don’t know, is a black tar-like edible paste made of yeast extract that prides itself on splitting people more completely than an ill-planned EU referendum, in that you either love it or hate it.
It’s vegetarian and it makes things taste like meat, and you can flavour gravy with it.
I know what you’re thinking but you’re wrong, it’s delicious. Marmite on buttered toast is lush.
Anyway this makes people go F U C K I N G M E N T A L. Marmite is a British institution HOW VERY DARE THEY
People who previously didn’t give two mouldy shits about capitalist production as long as the product was cheap start screaming about how it’s only a problem because Marmite is bottled outside of Britain, meaning import costs. This is easier for them than accepting that their vote caused a Marmite Crisis.
And then the case of Should Parliament Vote On Article 50? goes to the High Court.
The High Court judges rule that yes, the British Parliament should vote on this as well.
Leavers. Lose. Their. Fucking. Shit.
People who moaned and wailed about British Sovereignty now moan and wail about the Sovereignty of Britain being protected. Remainers gleefully tell them that ‘you lost. Deal with it.’ They do not see the irony.
THE THIRD LIE IS REVEALED
Immediately following the ruling, as if by fucking magic, the pound does a U-turn in its bid to burrow through the planet to Australia, and for the first time since the whole mess began surges up against the dollar.
The Daily Mail publishes an article stating that it’s an outrage that the High Court ruled this way because one of the judges is “openly gay.”
This is Post-Beyond. Scroll to the bottom for Anna’s author’s notes. I have a ton.
Big ol’ thanks to @outside-the-government for her inspiration/support, even if it didn’t turn out like I planned. If you have not checked out her blog, go now. It’s fabulous. She is fabulous.
This is part one of three,but can certainly be read as a standalone. Full of fandom cliches, ‘cause I’ve never had an original thought once in my life.
Also, McKirk. It’s always McKirk.
Jim had convinced them all to go camping.
been transferred back to San Fran after Krall’s attack. Len’s been holed up in the
lab for most of leave, has grudgingly accepted a part time mentorship position working
with senior cadets.
“C’mon, Bones,” Jim whines. “The White River is gorgeous in the fall. Everyone’s going. Ben’s even
had bitched and moaned and grumbled, “Years stuck in space, and the first
opportunity you get, you wanna sleep on the cold ground under the damn stars.”
finds himself in Washington, anyway.
spends most of the first day on the river. He hasn’t gone fly fishing since
David’s illness, and dammit, if it doesn’t feel good. The breeze is cool on his
cheeks and the rush of the water over his boots is a comfort. Ben and Hikaru have
Demora at the shoreline. Ben’s splashing her gently, and she’s squealing.