every year, Ruby Lucas makes a big show giving out the small tulle
packets with the homemade fortune cookies she brought back to Boston
from her Christmas visit to her grandmother. It’s tradition that she
and her bunch of friends each get one to open at midnight on New
every year, she reminds them, “Granny says not to open them before
every year, her girlfriend Mulan jokes, “Wait, those are Chinese,
shouldn’t I be the one giving them to you?”
rolls her eyes, “Don’t be so cliché. It’s getting old.”
Swan frowns suspiciously at the cookie in her hand. “Wait, this is
a trick? There’s some stupid message inside just to…”
be fair, it wouldn’t be the first time. Granny Lucas, at whose house
Emma spent a lot of time in her youth, has tried more than once to
send encouraging messages especially to her. Over the last
years, however, it has become more and more annoying, and Emma
started to feel the pain of every only single among a bunch of
friends who are all happily taken. Endearing as it is that they all
care so much for her, it’s still unnerving when even your youth’s
friend’s grandmother tries to get you to finally find a boyfriend –
or a girlfriend, whatever floats your boat, as Granny put it
Characters- Sam x Reader, Mary Summary- You can’t leave it alone, so you have to say your piece. All you can do is hope she’ll listen, and that Sam won’t be too upset. Word Count- 1,620 Warnings- mild cursing? Also kind of calling Mary out a little on her bs about “needing space”. A/N- This is for Hazel & Dreamer’s 1k/2k ‘Sammy Says’ Writing Challenge! My prompt was “I mean, what if there’s something…not natural?” I’m sorry it’s a little late, ladies but I hope you enjoy!
You know you shouldn’t be here, and yet you are. If Sam knew, you were sure he’d tell you to leave it be. He’d tell you that it ‘doesn’t matter’. Like hell it matters, you think. You knew it mattered to him. To Dean, too. They were your broken little family and if you could do anything to fix it, you would.
That’s why you were in Oregon. Tracking the phone hadn’t been that hard- the tricky part was setting up the meeting in the old diner to look like coincidence. You angled yourself just right, right at the bar where you knew she’d sit and waited. It wasn’t long until she showed, blonde hair curled nicely and clothes not too unlike what you were wearing. You watched her out of the corner of your eye, her eyes tripping over your own figure before she beelined toward you. You act nonchalant, pushing yourself to act natural.
Adrien Agreste has always worked to keep a schedule. Even when he is late, it’s planned, he has a reason, he is prepared.
Just once, Adrien Agreste was nearly too late. Just once, Chat Noir was completely unprepared.
Running, leaping, falling, and praying, Chat Noir flips over a building turret, hoping, needing to not be too late. The people of Paris see a black blur streaking towards the Notre Dame, or they would have were they not fleeing in fear, away from the vaunted cathedral.
He’s opposite the Notre Dame, the only thing in his way the glittering Seine. Most days, he would be fascinated with its beauty. Today, all he can focus on is the whirl of reds and blacks and purples, clashing in a horrible dance atop one of Paris’ most coveted tourist spots.
Just for a moment, the dance slows. Just for a moment, Adrien sees his ethereal Ladybug.
Bruises of every color litter her skin, her flashy crimson suit worse for the wear. There’s blood flowing from her left ear and Adrien feels a fury rise in him, realizing how close Hawkmoth was to stealing the Ladybug Paris treasured. With the fury comes a crushing sense of guilt. Here a villain with aspirations of world domination, a man who craved nothing but the downfall of the admired teen superheroes, a monster, had been planning his great finale.
And, where was Adrien?
In Spain, on vacation, enjoying Nathalie’s lilted Spanish and the cacophonous streets of Madrid.
He had been taking a jovial stroll in the Plaza Mayor while Ladybug, sweet Ladybug, was calling out to him, asking for help from her other half, trusting him to be there.
Adrien remembered, seeing her face plastered across an LED screen, “Una tragedia en Francia.” A tragedy in France.
He had run. Ran and leaped and fallen and prayed.
Please. Please let me not be too late.
Now, Chat Noir zeroes in on his partner, using his baton to leap the Seine and skirting up the side of the Notre Dame with ease, landing a flying kick to Hawk Moth’s chest as the corrupt Miraculous holder gets a little too close to Ladybug for his liking.
With the villain busy reeling, he whips towards his beloved where she’s frozen, startled. Then she’s moving, but not in a good way. Up close, he can see it’s much worse than he’s thought originally. She’s bruised, bloody, and beaten, and she’s tired. He can see in those beautiful blues how exhausted she is, having to transform and release over and over and over again. Over and over with no one to help her. Because he wasn’t there.
She moves, and Adrien watches as Paris’ femme fatal collapses on herself, fatigued muscles finally giving out. No doubt, she’d been running on adrenaline for quite some time now, and he was her relief. The energy she had been forced to maintain drained out of her and then she was falling, but this time, he was there to catch her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats it like a mantra into her hair as he holds her to him as gently as possible, “I wasn’t even here, wasn’t here to support you, to fight with you, to protect you when you needed it most, I’m-”
“Shh, kitty, don’t apologize.”
The world around them is burning but she is calm and collected. She is a hero.
“But I have to. I wasn’t here, Ladybug, and now look at you, you’re hurt, you’re-”
She cuts him off a second time, and this time she’s smiling. Her lip is split and there’s a scratch across her cheek but she’s smiling.
“Listen to me,” her hands come up to cup his face, “This is not your fault. Okay? It’s not. There is no way you could have known, Chat Noir. I was just lucky enough to be around.”
She laughs then, rusty and mingled with a cough, but there’s love and trust and happiness in it and Adrien kind of really wants to cry. The sky is blue, the birds are singing, and there’s a final showdown taking place on the Notre Dame. Just a few miles away, civilians are enjoying the Louvre without much cause for distress. But to Chat Noir and Ladybug, their whole world is this ancient Gothic cathedral. Everything ends here. The big boss battle, as Nino would call it. Except this is real life and they don’t respawn if they die.
“It’s going to be okay, kitty. I know what’s going to happen, what you have to do, she told me, Tikki told me. It won’t be easy, but you’re going to do it Chat Noir. Paris needs you to. I need you to. I believe in you.”
It’s fond and confusing, but then Ladybug is closing her eyes and Adrien feels the panic rising in his throat. No, no, no, not her, not her-
There’s a soft glow at her feet, and Adrien watches, unable to move, as Ladybug becomes Marinette Dupain-Cheng. A small part of him is glad, glad its her, he had begun to see the signs and hoped against all hope it was her. Wonderful, clumsy, kind-hearted Marinette, with a penchant for sass, though only around his alter ego. There had been something so Ladybug about her, and as he had become closer to her as both Adrien and Chat Noir, he had become almost certain.
Now, Chat Noir wishes it wasn’t her. Wishes it wasn’t Marinette’s body he was holding in his arms. The panic consumes him until his ear flutters, and he hears the telltale thump of her heartbeat, and relief slackens his body. His attention is taken by a weak squeaking by his ear, and he turns to see a wide-eyed, beat up looking, crimson Plagg. Marinette’s kwami. Before he can speak, she’s cutting him off. In a different situation he’d laugh at how alike both kwami and holder were.
“There isn’t time to explain, but Marinette most likely told you something. Her body can’t take another transformation, but I have just enough energy left for one more. You need to let me into your Miraculous. I know it sounds crazy, but this is what Chat Noir and Ladybug were meant for. This is the power of the two most powerful Miraculouses.”
It’s a lot to take in and Adrien honestly doesn’t understand, but he nods, setting his shoulders. He will avenge Marinette, and he will beat Hawk Moth. For the both of them. For the world.
He holds his ring hand out to the tired kwami, who takes a deep breath before diving head on, into his ring. For a moment, she simply disappears. Then Adrien feels it, the soft tingling and a buildup of, of something, a feeling. His suit begins to change, ebony fading to a pretty violet, golden whorls interspersed evenly. He feels his claws grow sharper, metallic gold, and gauntlets rise to encase his forearms. His baton alters as well, the ends tapering off to a point. At his hip, rests a yo-yo, similar to the one his partner is famous for.
As the transformation completes, Adrien recognizes the emotion welling within him. Protectiveness. Ladybug is creation, Chat Noir is destruction. Together, they are protection from all evils that threaten the people they love.
Light glints off the tip of his gauntlet as Adrien Agreste storms towards the moth who flew too close to the light, eyes blazing gold.
author’s note - so while i do think it’s probably going to be mari who does the whole chat noir/ladybug combination jazz and i love that, i think it would work really well for adrien too? we’ve seen the lengths he has gone to to protect ladybug(he died for goodness’ sake) and i thought it would be interesting to write! thanks for reading :)
Can you do a drabble for Jily with number 23 or 29 I can't pick? Thank you!
“at it like bunnies”
#23: “The skirt is supposed to be short.”
modern muggle au <3
“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” Lily says, indignant.
Marlene just sniggers. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Your eyebrows did.” Lily inspects herself in the mirror one more time and then turns to face her friend and housemate.
“You look great, can we go now?” Marlene asks, finishing off the bottle of wine in her hand in one take.
“Is she ready?” Mary pops her head around the door, looking hopeful. Lily frowns at both of them. “Aw, don’t be like that Lils, you’ve been an hour.”
“No, you’re primping.” Marlene just manages to dodge the cushion Lily throws at her.
“Fine then, let’s go.” Lily grabs her bag and pulls Marlene up from the bed.
“She’s ready!” Mary yells as they head downstairs, and the responding cheer from the kitchen makes Lily frown again.
Marlene slings a comforting arm around her shoulder. “We love you really.”
If this was a normal night, Lily would have been ready a long time ago. As it stands though, it’s a fancy dress night and she has a plan. So she accepts the teasing from her friends as they do one last shot and then leave, heading towards the pub, because she knows it will all be worth it.
Except it’s not, not immediately anyway. The first pub, their usual, is packed full of other uni students in fancy dress, all in varying degrees of effort. A pack of boys have stretched their student budget to buy banana outfits whilst, next to them, two girls are wearing black dresses with wooden placards around their next, informing Lily they’ve been arrested for public disturbance. Tegan scowls when she sees them, because she too has opted for the jailbird look but, unlike them, has gone full out.
Mary, barely a ladybug with a red dress and some wings, orders the first round. It helps Lily ignore the fact that the reason she’s wearing her ridiculous get up isn’t in the pub. It does not help her ignore the two leering freshers, Thing 1 and Thing 2, who are clearly making bets about which one of them can get her number. Leering was to be expected though and, like the teasing, Lily takes it because it will be worth it, no one’s got the guts up yet to actually approach her and because in an outfit like hers, she can’t say she wouldn’t stare either.
It had been Marlene’s idea, and Lily had agreed both because she was desperate and because she’d known she’d look good. And she does. The skirt, as short as humanely possible without showing her arse, and the heels, too high for her own good, make her legs look endless. It’s a look that could kill.
It’s also a look, apparently, which boosts her alcohol tolerance and self assurance. So, by the time they reach a club, despite the several rounds of shots and jaeger bombs, she manages to get passed the bouncers without stumbling once. They dance for what feels like hours, Lily spinning with Mary and Tegan and almost breaking her ankle when she drops to the floor during Low with Gemma. Marlene vanishes and returns with a boy, yelling to the girls that he’s got a party at his house.
They go and Lily has almost forgotten why she is wearing what she’s wearing. Then she steps into the boy’s living room and she remembers.
He’s dancing on the other side of the room, with Sirius, of course, and he looks beautiful. Maybe it’s the disco lighting. Maybe it’s the leather jacket he’s wearing. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s in love with him. Whatever it is, he’s never looked fitter and Lily almost runs out of the room before he can get a chance to see her.
So, I totally dreamt about Destiel going canon last night.
I think in part because what Kathryn said at the con, which people are still trying to figure out what she could mean that wouldn’t involve Destiel, but are coming up with nothing. Then again, what the show seems to thinks would make majority of people happy (while make some others unhappy), as opposed to what would make majority of fandom happy (while making a few unhappy) has a while margin of error as far as not matching up.
Which I know, but my brain apparently wasn’t having that.
So in the dream, I am watching Supernatural, and didn’t realize I was dreaming until the end when I woke up because “This is too good to be true”.
Backstory on the things that I knew had happened leading up to this scene: Mary and Mick both left the BMOL, Mick now working with the Winchesters and basically using everything he knows to help improve the American MOL with the Winchesters.
Due to their inability and desperation to find Kelly (now that they know Lucifer is free and in a stable vessel- thanks, Crowley), the Winchesters basically trap and capture a demon, then torture it to talk, since they know for a fact, demons would also be scrambling for Lucifer’s baby, while not falling under Lucifer’s control again, because literally, first opportunity, he was Camp God again last season, so the demons are wanting a new ruler, to be raised by one of the Princes of Hell.
Kelly, of course, trusts the demons at this point, because they are the only ones going out of their way to protect her and her unborn child, and even dying for her, while angels and hunters are out to get her. Under torture, the demon finally admits that the demons have Kelly at a lake beach house and are planning to kill her as soon as her son is born for part of a ritual to ensure the child’s soul is tainted and dark from birth, since parentage actually has nothing to do with whether or not a Nephilim would be evil.
So, Dean, Sam, Mary, Mick, and Cas all set out on a rescue mission at this point, because Kelly is getting very close to giving birth- like within 24hrs. They set out on a night mission to take the demons by surprise, since they won’t be expecting them. In the demons paranoia, though, they specifically chose the beach property for the fact that they only have to guard three directions, and the body of water wide open to a wall of windows protects itself, where as the other three sides are surrounded by woods.
So you have the Winchesters creeping forward through the trees and brush, silently taking out any demons sentries they see, while Mick and Castiel are coming forward on the other side of the house doing the same.
When they manage to make it from the trees to the sand of the yard without incident, save for Mick and Cas still aren’t there, they’re actually optimistic they can do this. Kelly is safe so long as the baby lives within her, and they had to have taken out probably half the demons not standing guard near the steps or on the porch, which can be easily seen in the light of the full moon and clear sky. After all of this getting so screwed up to this point, trying to hunt a victim and an innocent baby, Lucifer going free and currently planning to launch some sort of major assault, they’re glad they have the opportunity to maybe fix some of it, right here, right now, undo their past mistakes and also not give Lucifer what he wants.
Except, as they step out into the sandy yard, the demons near the house all smile, and then start to retreat in the house, closing window shutters and basically barricading the place while more demons come from the lake view side of the house and from out of the trees they’d just come through, and the Winchesters realize this entire thing was a trap set for them.
Intense and desperate fight scene in the yard with just three of the five team members all fighting hard and dirty because of how very outnumbered and caught by surprise they are. To which they win, but only just, Sam pulling himself up off the sand, wiping blood from his face and cradling bruised if not cracked ribs, while Mary and Dean both finish off their last opponents. Dean moving to check on his brother, while Mary finishes hers off, all of them trying to catch their breath as the final body hits the ground, until more people come running through the trees. Their eyes all go wide, and Mary turns at the sound, angel blade in hand, ready for a second wave of demons, plunging her sword forward- straight into Castiel, whose eyes go wide in stunned pain, hair a mess, and sporting various cuts and scrapes from his and Mick’s own fight with the demons, when they realized it was a trap as well.
Mary’s hand flies free of the blade handle, backing away just as a frantic Dean shoots forward, “No, no, no! Cas!” “Oh God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see-” Dean grabbing Cas by the lapels of his coat and helping ease him down to sit against a wood pile. Cas pulls a bloody hand away from the sword protruding from his body, panicked expression turning to Dean as he struggles to breath, both of them knowing full well as soon as the sword is pulled out, Cas will instantly die, though he’s dead already.
Mick wipes a hand over his mouth in horror, and Mary is still apologizing, and Dean holds out a hand, cutting her off.
“We still have to save Kelly. You three get in there. I’ll follow. I just-” He looks down at the sword, then looks to Castiel, as Mick gathers Mary and the three of them dash toward the house as the clock ticks down. They can hear Kelly crying out with labor pains from inside. When Dean looks at Cas, a question in his eyes, hand hovering near the sword, Cas frantically nods his agreement, hands curling in Dean’s coat as he braces himself.
Dean swallows and nods, pained and torn, but knowing nothing is going to change what’s happening, and there is no last minute miracle to be had here.
Their heads are bent close together, and he whispers, “Okay, on three. One, two-”
And Cas tenses, a sudden panicked moment of ‘Oh God, don’t blame yourself for this, it wasn’t your fault-’ as he blindly jerks his head up, screwing his eyes shut and pressing him mouth to Dean’s ‘-I love you’, only barely catching the corner of his mouth, just as Dean yanks the sword out in a blinding flash of light,
Then the light fades, and we see both Dean and Cas still holding onto each other with their heads down and eyes clamped shut, which suddenly pop open, Dean’s in pain, knowing what he’ll see, and Cas in shock and confusion he’s still alive, both of them staring wide-eyed at each other not sure what just happened or how, and literally both of them looking back and forth for a half-second where Cas’ wings should be across the sand, then back at each other, still not understanding.
“You okay?” Dean asks, voice shaky and unnerved.
Cas looks just as shaken. “I-I think?” he manages, startled silent as Dean quickly presses his mouth fully to Castiel’s.
Pulling back, Dean lowers his head on a shaky, heaved sigh. “Thank you, Chuck.” Then he’s handing Cas his weapon, and taking the one he just pulled out of him, still stained in Cas’ blood, before pulling him to his feet. “C’mon. We still have to go save Kelly and her baby.”
And then the two of them dart forward across the sandy yard and toward the house where the first sounds of a fight have begun, and Cas keeps to himself the fact that while he’s physically fine, he knows something is different about him, though he doesn’t have time to confirm, but he thinks- he thinks- he may be human now, with a silent understanding from Chuck of This is the last time I’ll do this.
Thatcher, Redbeard, a series of dreadful events, and the love that have yet to speak its name.
Someday the true story may be told – for those of us that have recognized and believed in the romance between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, Sherlock has been the adaptation many of us wanted to see it happen. S4 was difficult – I didn’t think it possible to experience grief and loss because of a tv show, yet there I was, sad, disappointed, and moping for weeks. But after going back and reading some ACD canon as a form of therapy, I realized just how much I still love Sherlock. I can’t explain it, it is… what it is. So I watched S4 again quite a few times the last week or so. And guess what? I am here to tell you in all seriousness – love conquers all may still be on its way after all.
We already know the surface narrative of S4: Mary died saving Sherlock, Eurus, the long-lost third Holmes sibling killed Redbeard aka Victor aka Sherlock’s childhood best friend out of jealousy, and was the mastermind behind everything Moriarty ever did. After enduring the Sherrindford Experiment™, Sherlock solved Eurus’ riddles and saved John’s life; Baker Street Boys were back at 221B solving crimes as they always do, with some parenting on the side. The end.
My conclusion after tearing through layers of allusions? Mary probably didn’t die (I can’t make up my mind about this… for now); there was definitely no baby. It was all Mycroft’s fault, Eurus the east wind was a story he made up to conceal Lady Elizabeth Smallwood’s slaughterhouse, where Redbeard came into being and became Sherlock’s Reichenbach cauldron. Sherlock and John finally recognized the hurt, grief, and loss they both endured as a couple since TRF; but for now, they were back in the glass closet, the love they shared remained unspoken – until/if the lost special can be found. The end.
Don’t believe me? Let’s begin with Thatcher because so much of S4 revolves around the darkest moments in the UK during her time as the prime minister. Before I begin, please note that you’ll have to see beyond the suggested time and space presented on screen as the surface narrative unfolds, and instead try and think about allegory and allusion. Yeah, kinda like reading ACD canon, but a bit more difficult – let’s face it, visual media is just as capable of inspiring as deceit as we all know intimately by now.
Ready? Fair warning – this is the longest and saddest meta I’ve ever written, and it’s only the tip of an iceberg. Please be patience and try reading to the end, I promise it’ll be worth your time.
The scene that broke everything wide open for me was the exchange between Mycroft and Lady Smallwood:
Lady Smallwood. Alicia this time. PM – as in prime minister? Nope. Because earlier:
Why use an acronym, then? PM as in night? Darkness? Shadow?
A secret then. What did Mycroft reveal as he removed Alicia Smallwood’s card?
Oh and look what Eurus said in the scene right after:
The other one – Lady Elizabeth Smallwood. Lady…… Sherrinford?
I’ve stated this before but I want to talk about it again: I do not engage with people who believe calling a character a Mary Sue is a valid critique. Why? Let’s talk about it.
First of all, let’s start by introducing my history. I have been in fandom since the age of 10 and I am now 25. I lived through the Mary Sue Witch Hunt on fanfiction.net. I plugged every single one of my OCs through the litmus test. I read hundreds of articles on the different types of Sues and how to avoid them. I hate a number of amazing female characters because the fandoms in which I participated labeled them “Canon Sues.” Then, I grew up, went to school for English Literature, and started freelancing. I have experience in this field. I am not an amateur.
So believe me when I tell you this: telling people not to write Mary Sues is empty criticism and fearmongering.
Instead of calling an OC a Mary Sue you should be criticizing more specific aspects of a bad character. What, to you, makes that character a Mary Sue? Are they too beautiful, too talented, too powerful, too beloved by the other characters? Can they do nothing wrong? Then SAY THAT. The problem with the term “Mary Sue” is that it can be applied too broadly. If an OC is skilled in some way, they can be labeled a Sue. If an OC falls in love with a canon character, they can be labeled a Sue. If an OC defeats the Big Bad singlehandedly, they can be labeled a Sue. But keep in mind that actual canon characters have these traits, abilities, relationships, etc ALL THE TIME. Canon characters can be beautiful and loved; canon characters can be talented prodigies. It has nothing to do with those aspects of their characters as much as it is with how they are written. So instead of slapping the Mary Sue label on them, think critically about WHY you think they are a bad character, because that sort of criticism is infinitely more helpful than just throwing a dated term at a young fan that may have no prior experience in the field of creative writing.
As for the fearmongering comment: going on Mary Sue witch hunts absolutely discourages young writers. It discourages them from creating original characters. It forces them to go back over and over their character bios and fill out endless character charts and take a million litmus tests. The problem with this is that they get SO FIXATED on the process of character creation and making sure every damn little detail of their OC is acceptable that they never actually write!
Plus, consider this: stories are about extraordinary people. Whether they are brave, loyal, strong, charming, funny, intelligent, beautiful, or something else, the core of a character should be what makes them interesting. However, claiming that any kind of “special” trait makes a character a Sue forces writers to strip anything interesting from their OCs. I would even venture to say that the sheer amount of boring, mediocre brown-haired white girl protagonists who “don’t stand out” in YA literature is a result of almost two decades of emphasis on this idea that your character isn’t allowed to be spectacular in any way. The writers who grew up writing fan fiction during the Mary Sue Witch Hunt days are now professional adults and authors who still have that fear of writing a character who is “too special” instilled in them.
So, if you are a young writer: fuck it! Make your characters as stunning and talented and lovable as you like. Make them look exactly like you. Fall in love with the main character from your favorite show. What matters the most is that you need to WRITE. Because any writer can make a “bad” character look good through the magic of developing their character arc, and the only way you can improve in that category is to practice, not to endlessly peruse over your bible of character sheets for all eternity.
I wonder what are dipper's flaws....As I've seen a many post about Stan, Mabel, and Ford's flaws...but not dipper....
Oh no Dipper TOTALLY has flaws too.
Can you say: self esteem issues? He constantly doesn’t see himself as good enough (The whole list for Wendy,“Are you saying I’m not MAN enough?” “I just don’t think I have what it takes”). He might talk game at times, but he doesn’t feel it. Very anxious about everything. Side note on that, he is kind of a weakling, especially in season one. He lets himself get walked over at times when he should stand up for himself, mainly because of this lack of self esteem. Stan helps a lot with this (“When the world fights, he fights back.”) And sometimes when he does have victories (Little Dipper), he can blow it too much out of proportion.
He’s super paranoid about everything and everyone and can have a hard time trusting people.
He can be pretty ruthless, both in sass and in actions, and isn’t above exploiting people to get what he wants (cheating in the Golf War, using Soos in Stanchurian Candidate… this is why I firmly believe he’s a Slytherin by the way)
He can be insensitive to others feelings too (see: Boyz Crazy), and when he’s fixated on something, he can forget about more important things. Scary-Oke is the definition of this: so obsessed with finding out the truth, he puts the whole shack in danger. Time Traveler’s Pig he’s so focused on getting the prize for Wendy he’s willing to sacrifice Waddles for it (at least at first). Dipper and Mabel vs the Future he’s so excited about being Ford’s apprentice he downplays Mabel’s feelings (slightly dazzled by Ford in this aspect and Mabel wasn’t in the best mind to be discussing the issue either, so I hesitate to use it as an example but it is something he did)
He’s stubborn as hell, and once he believes something (like his grudge on Pacifica for being mean to Mabel), it takes a lot for him to change his mind. Tied to that, he’s loyal to a fault; if anyone messes with his family, almost NOTHING will stop him from wanting revenge on that person/triangle/alien security bot. Related, if he cares that much about someone and they break that trust (Not What He Seems), he gets MAD. It takes a lot for him to recover from that (however, angsty stories about protecting family is right up his alley, hence why he forgives Stan so quickly.)
He’s too ready to grow up, which hey, main theme of the whole show. Whenever someone calls him cute or adorable or treats him like a kid, he becomes extraordinarily defensive, which can lead to trouble (Inconveniencing) and his desire to grow up can lead to hasty decisions (DAMVTF).
I love this kid to pieces and he has flaws just like any other character in the show; that’s what makes them so good.
Holy hell, what a ride! I loved every second of this.
—————————I LOVE YOU!!!!! But I’m getting ahead of myself …—————————-
Tarantino: As a kid of the 90s, these movies were the benchmark for great cinema for me. So I enjoyed this a great deal. From the camera angles to the music cues to that awesome slomo of Dean, Sam, Mary, Wally and Cas to the small details like the glowing box Crowley gave to Ramiel (as a throwback to the suitcase in Pulp Fiction). At no point did it feel like a cheap copy but always like a love letter and an homage. Well done, Davy Perez and Richard Speight jr.
Cinematography: Which brings me to my next point – that camera work! I mean we know the attention to detail is out of the park with this show, but the shots in the diner and the fight scenes in Ramiel’s house were fantastic even by those standards. Great editing, too! The first hard cut from the diner to Ramiel’s house stands out, and the cuts to the music for Crowley’s first meeting with the prince of hell.
Mythology: Speaking of that. It’s always a gamble to bring new adversaries into play, but I think Davy Perez did a very good job with this. The background for the princes fit well into canon as far as I can see (I’ll have to consult the verdict of the specialists later) and sounded coherent. Ramiel was a three-dimensional villain and the actor did an amazing job! Favorite line: “Three humans with one good liver between them and a busted up angel” – new catchphrase!!! And there are two more princes – so much new material!
Mary: Even if I don’t like her working behind the boys’ backs, I appreciate that she’s getting her own storyline and the way she held her ground against Mr. Ketch. Her just driving over Ramiel was awesome, too.
Crowley ex machina: That was a great twist imo and the throwback to his history with Ramiel was well done, too. I always like to see characters get fleshed out through good storytelling. Just as we saw with Rowena last week, Crowley showed a massive development with this is my book, because the wise thing to do would have been to vanish and hide from Ramiel. Also: “What’s up with feathers?”
CAAAAAAAASSS: Wow, that hurt. “You’ve changed me.” *Gross sobbing* Seriously, that was the best kind of heart-wrenching angst. The line about how this was the best part of his life … I don’t think he stated it that clear before. Misha was amazing and all that gore looked positively disgusting – kudos to the make-up department!
Cas and Dean: (Cas looks at Sam, then Mary) YOU’RE MY FAMILY. (looks down, cut to Dean, who doesn’t meet his eye). I LOVE YOU. (still Dean, still not looking at Cas, lips moving as if he wants to say something) I LOVE ALL OF YOU. (Dean again, then Sam). AAHHHH, the feels. I’m gonna need every slow motion analysis of this scene as soon as I post this and can go through my dash. And: “No.” - “Yes.” And: “Let’s go home!!!!!!!!!”
Bonus points: I liked Wally as a character and he gave a good outside view on the chaos that is the Winchesters’ life+++Lucifer manipulating Crowley – great ending scene+++”Urination. I understand. “ Cas knowing about human things…+++”When do you get off?”- “Whenever I can.” The one good line in that whole mess with Mandy. +++ THE MUSIC+++I LOVE YOU!
Author’s Note: I wrote this while being sick with the flu AND having pink eye. Sorry if its shitty.
There she stood, in a white nightgown, looking as beautiful as ever as she tried to gather her surroundings. Dean couldn’t help but stare for a moment, until the word finally left his mouth.
Your eyes went wide as you turned toward your boyfriend who had a satisfied grin on his face. He was all too happy to watch your reaction to the season finale, but scared about what the consequences would be for him not telling you sooner that his TV mother would be back on the show.
“Jensen Ross Ackles, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” You put your head in your hands and took slow deep breaths, being extremely overdramatic for the situation. “I can’t believe Mary is back. That is not what I expected at all. Bobby, sure. Charlie, I wished. But Mary? Man that is gonna be either really good or really bad.”
Jensen couldn’t do anything but chuckle and look at you with fondness in his eyes, “So you liked it?”
“Of course I liked it! So you lied to me when I asked why Samantha was on set,” You said quietly giving him a mock glare.
“Well, yeah, I couldn’t just reveal the season finale to you. You would have kicked my ass,” He laughed as he started to clean up the various snacks and drinks on the coffee table.
“God, I can’t believe I have to wait until next season to see how this plays out,” You pouted as you stood up and started helping him. “But I guess I should be happy that you’re home for the next couple of months with me.”
Jensen stopped cleaning and walked over toward you with a soft smile on his face, and it grew as he wrapped his arms around you and brought you into a tender kiss. “I’m happy I’m home, too, Y/N.”
“You promise that now that your mother is back you won’t spend less time with me?” You gave him your best pout and he rolled his eyes.
“Good lord, Y/N,” He laughed, then picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.
You squealed as you lightly hit his back, but then stopped fighting as you had a good view of his bottom, “I was going to ask what the hell you were doing, Jay, but this is fine. I’m fine right here.”
“You told me we would have celebratory intercourse after we watched the finale,” He whined, causing you to smile. “Now I think I’ve waited long enough.”
“I’ve waited six months, Jay,” You giggled as he tickled your sides. “Six months since we’ve had intercourse!”
“Don’t worry, Sweetcheeks, we’re about to make up for that six months in one night.”
- was the prettiest girl in school
- she was smart too but she never showed it
- lily, dorcas and mary were a squad (the coolest)
- she trusted lily everything
- she loved Sirius (but she knew he loved Remus)
- she accepted
- she was good in herbology and in divination
- fav professor was sprout
- she loved parties
- james was her fav marauder
- she instantly shipped James and Sirius bromance
- fav colour was pink and black
- she was supposed to be Harry’s godmother
- She bet with her friends when James and Lily would come together
- she cried when lily and James finally get together (happiness)
- after school she worked as a healer
- she was a member in the order
- she loved to protect people she loved
- she loved her family
- she loved her friends
- and life was too short to love more
Jim and Emelia Ricoletti wearing lipstick in Sherlock’s victorian dream. On Jim’s lips it looks like a bloody Ypsilon. Meaning YOU? Emelia’s lipstick is heavily applied and smeared roughly. In some scenes she is a mirror for Jim.
A SCANDAL IN BELGRAVIA
Irene Adler sending her camera phone to 221b. Nicely wrapped and with a bow. The color of the paper echoes the shade of her blood red lipstick. This is even highlighted by a flashback to the respective szene earlier in the episode.
But Irene’s parcel isn’t the only one that arrives at 221b this Christmas evening. Molly brings a little gift for Sherlock. Perfectly wrapped with a bow. And the shade of red echoes her lipstick as well as that from Irene.
Several months earlier: Irene Adler dressing for battle. Color-coordinating lipstick and shoes?
A STUDY IN PINK
Jennifer Wilson is the fourth victim of serial killer Jefferson Hope. Who has a sponsor. Sherlock is finally called in on the case by NSY. Working together with John for the very first time.
Molly Hooper ‘refreshing’ her lipstick to look good for Sherlock? This is mentioned two times on this episode.
Lipstick smeared all over the show it seams. And turning from pink to crimson. Even the lipstick gets darker with time.
Irene Adler - 'I drove you into her path’ Mycroft tells Sherlock.
Jennifer Wilson - sent to Sherlock via a serial killer with a sponsor.
Jim Moriarty - does he have his own agenda or was he sent too?
Mona like I can’t, oh my gosh my poor baby. She deserves everything good in this world like I don’t care because she’s just ugh. Someone please just hug her, I want to hug her. And Mary Drake as well because like she’s been through a lot and deserves everything. And I’m a mess because there’s 1 more episode and then I don’t know what I’ll do on Tuesdays anymore and I’m gonna miss this stupid show and all it’s drama. And I’m done.
Hi, I like johnlock too much. Do you still believe in TJLC? And why?
hell yes. johnlock has been a thing since the 1800s. mofftiss like to watch us suffer, and when they’re done playing their game, we’re going to have a really good sherlock holmes story and johnlock. if i was mofftiss, i wouldn’t have put the kiss in series 4 either. we were expecting it. they love to plant hints and surprise us, that’s the point of the show. look at what they did with mary. people were expecting her to die, but not in the first episode. people are expecting johnlock to happen, but it won’t happen when we expect. the proof is there, so i’ve honestly accepted that it will happen when it happens. it is what it is.
DEAN What? You think these suckers can really grant wishes? SAM I don’t know. I guess they’re powerful enough. But not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants. I mean, Djinn have been feeding off people for centuries. They’re all over the Koran. DEAN My God. Barbara Eden was hot, wasn’t she? Way hotter than that Bewitched chick.
Yet another instance (like learning sirens aren’t all hot chicks) where Dean’s misconception bites him in the ass. Then again, he sort of had his own “hot chick” in his djinn dream. There just wasn’t anything real about it. The djinn was still a dude.
How many times in s12 has someone accused Dean of drinking or being drunk when he’s been stone cold sober? Because that’s a running “joke” in this episode. I pointed this out to Mr. Mittens and his response was “Well, he’s been drinking djinn. Get it? Gin?” Mr. Mittens thinks he’s hilarious, but it’s true. Even “Sam” said it to Dean…
(also of note, there’s A LOT in my 12.11 tag that’s relevant to this episode as well)
I’ve typically discussed what this episode means for Dean’s low opinion of himself, and I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but heck if Dean’s dream version of Sam isn’t just about the most painful thing ever.
Aside from the heartbreaking fact that Sam and Dean have nothing in common and aren’t close at all in this world, that Dean’s always been a “troublemaker” and sort of a jerk, the version of Sam that Dean’s brain creates has to be based on his own perceptions of how he sees Sam in reality.
Sam wanted to have that normal life, go to law school, and be able to live without ever knowing the supernatural existed at all. And because of that, the entire foundation for everything else in their lives has been wiped away. Dean’s protective instinct for Sam wouldn’t have been a part of their lives.
It’s not like hunting was the only thing they had in common or the only thing that bound them together as family. It just happened to be the foundation of everything ELSE.
If they’d grown up “normal,” the way Mary wanted, Dean may have been able to imagine a different sort of relationship with Sam than this warped and practically nonexistent version from his dream. But they didn’t, and Dean has no frame of reference for even imagining such a scenario where he was anything other than the person he’s always been. But in his dream, with no other foundation to base his relationship with Sam on, with hunting and the supernatural gone from their lives entirely, there’s just… nothing there.
*stops to cry for five minutes*
(what a freaking hollow and horrible thing, like Dean was willing to sacrifice his own life and happiness to give Sam a shot to achieve HIS version of happiness– no hunting, no supernatural, college, normal life.)
SAM Great. Just… stop the car. DEAN It’s the truth, Sam. All right, there are things out there in the dark. There – there – there are bad things. There are nightmare things. And people have to be saved and if we don’t save them, then nobody will. SAM Look, I wanna help you, all right. I-I really, really do, but you’re having some kind of psychotic breakdown, so, I … just – DEAN I wish. SAM picks up his phone and starts dialing a number. DEAN rolls down his window, grabs SAM’s phone, throws it out, and then rolls up the window again. SAM What the hell was that, Dean? That was my phone! DEAN I’m not going to a rubber room, Sammy. And we got work to do. SAM What? I was just trying to help you out, Dean. I don’t, I don’t want you to get yourself hurt. DEAN What? You protect me? SAM Yeah! DEAN (laughs) Oh, that’s hilarious. Why don’t you just sit tight and try not to get us both killed.
In his dream, “Sam” is 100% convinced that Dean is delusional. He tries to get Dean to stop, to “listen to reason” and to “accept that he’s not seeing reality.”
This is how Dean believes that Sam sees him. And really, it says more about Dean himself, because this dream reality was based entirely on Dean’s perceptions and beliefs, warped to fit into this version of reality the djinn forced him to experience.
One where Sam doesn’t trust him. Where Sam thinks he knows the truth– about Dean, about life in general– but the truth about Dean isn’t this surface level “jerk” who stole his prom date and swiped his ATM card, that he has nothing in common with and doesn’t care about anyone.
Basically Dean’s subconscious is calling out “Performing Dean” proving to himself that it IS a performance. That this wasn’t who Dean really is, just the veneer he tries to project to the world.
Because what we DO see of Dean when he’s alone in this dream world is pretty much the relaxed and comfortable version of Dean we all know lurks under the surface of the macho bad boy hunter he shows the world.
The guy who can’t let go of the fact that in this world he had nothing to prove to himself that he was worth a good god damn. Everyone he’d ever saved, everyone he’d ever protected, had suffered and died in this universe. And that was too much of a trade for him to accept, even if it meant giving up Mary for. Even if it meant Sam wouldn’t have his shot at the life he’d always proclaimed to want. Even if Dean had a shot to be “respectable.”
And Carmen, the imaginary girl from the El Sol poster with a generic blank slate of a personality, tells Dean she loves him… because all he really wants is for someone to love him. Anyone. Who it is almost doesn’t matter at all.
SAM Yeah… I thought it was supposed to, to be this perfect fantasy. DEAN It wasn’t. It was just a wish. I wished for Mom to live. That Mom never died, we never went hunting and you and me just never uh… you know. SAM Yeah. Well, I’m glad we do. And I’m glad you dug yourself out, Dean. Most people wouldn’t’ve had the strength, would have just stayed. DEAN Yeah… Lucky me. I gotta tell you though, man. You know, you had Jess. Mom was gonna have grandkids… SAM Yeah, but… Dean… it wasn’t real. DEAN I know. But I wanted to stay. (DEAN looks sad, lost.) I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since Dad… all I c– all I can think about is how much this job’s cost us. (pause) We’ve lost so much. We’ve… sacrificed so much. SAM But people are alive because of you. (DEAN scoffs.) It’s worth it, Dean. It is. It’s not fair, and… you know, it hurts like hell, but… it’s worth it.