SEASON NINE YOU GONNA BE FINE
We’ve already got a name
why is no one freaking out about crowley????
i honestly didn’t think the blood would work but omg
“would it be possible, moose…i’d like to ask you a favor, sam.”
he was asking for forgiveness
the king of hell was asking for forgiveness but he didn’t know how
Imagine looking at that and knowing you were tricked and it’s all your fault.
Let the countdown begin
*pokes head in*
hey supernatural fandom
WE ARE NOT OK! GO LIVE IN YOUR HAPPINESS!
and don’t look back….just don’t don’t look back
lemme just lay it all down for you real quick:
- crowley is almost human
- sam is dying
- caSTIEL FELL
- ALL THE ANGELS FELL
and we wont know shit for 5 MORE MONTHS
I had never been so underwhelmed by a season finale and then the last ten minutes was like being set on fire.
set on fire and then placed on a ceiling more like
sam was crying
dean was crying
cas was crying
crowley was crying
THE FANDOM WAS CRYING
Dear Wayward Sons and Daughters,
We cannot carry on, there is no peace when we are done. Unless they meant the pieces of our hearts, shattered and torn about. There is no rest for our weary heads, unless they meant death, and let’s face it, nothing dead ever stays dead. We shall cry no more because there are no tears left to cry, they ran out two seasons ago. The cake is a lie.
who the hell IS ready for tomorrow
if you attempt to RP with me you need to know that
- Some replies will be shorter or longer than others
- this doesn’t mean I like anyone more or less than another
- I take forever and a day to reply because I’m usually multitasking and/or procrastinating
- I will always reply to an ask, starter, fanmail, whatever
- I AM PRACTICALLY ALWAYS ON I JUST MIGHT NOT BE ACTIVELY BLOGGING
After considering this she nodded eventually in agreement, “Sounds like a plan. Show me the way?” She requested with a sweep of her hand, letting him precede her. This made it easier for her to keep an eye on him; rule no. 1: keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but never turn your back to either. That one she learned the hard way. Following him out carefully, she glanced around at her surroundings while occasionally giving Loki a cursory glance to make sure he wasn’t leading her somewhere he could kill her. The fact that the god hadn’t caused all this destruction was immensely worrying for her, for that meant another killer that was a threat to the entire realm. She had hoped it was him, for they’d seen him do this before, knew what he was capable of and where he was, and how to stop him from doing it. “You know, I bet if they knew the truth things would have been different. But my parents said they wouldn’t let you explain yourself. They said you didn’t deserve it.”
Loki laughed dryly. Of course he did not deserve the chance to explain himself. That would require mercy enough to go without killing him for at least an hour. Agents Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton were not ones for mercy at the best of times, when they were almost human. Dealing with humans. Not only was Loki not human, but he was a not human that had done them horribly wrong. They would kill him not only on sight, but without even a hint of mercy. And it would not be done humanly.
“If your mother and father knew the truth, Agent Barton-Romanoff, it would not be all that different. The only difference would be that SHIELD would not trust me under the premise that my mind is weak, or under the assumption that I am not of sound mind. Which, would not be far from the truth.” He laughed without humour.
“And your parents would not trust me for much the same reasons. Not to mention the fact that though it was not completely my doing, it was my hand that caused the damages.” He chewed his lip. “The only difference to the situation, were there any change whatsoever would be that SHIELD would want to have me on their side. But not to help them. Never to help them. They have my brother for that… er… Grunt work. No, they would want me close, only to keep a keen eye on my mind. What is that saying… Keep your enemies closer? They would want me close by in case I were to suddenly snap one day. So much pressure you know. Being a convicted criminal, so much hate around you, having your mind tampered with, having been imprisoned, denied basic necessities, whipped, beaten, tortured! Any normal human being…” He looked over through narrow eyes as they passed small groups of people on the pavement. “They would be completely fine and then one day just like that…” He clapped his hands together loudly, startling some nearby people and earning a few looks from some elderly couple. He laughed again. “Funny things you are, humans. Your minds are predictable. You all follow patterns. And you assume that every other being in this universe would do the same. A tiny bit arrogant, don’t you think? But… I digress.” He sighed softly, stopping and waiting for the light to change. He had learned the hard way that one was to wait for the red hand to go away before trying to cross the street. He had been hit by a lot of cars and cabs his first week on earth.
“What you might not realize is that one like me is accustomed to such things.” The light changed, and he stepped forward. “The violence, and the loathing from the mass populace. Along with the mind games… Having someone break you over and over again just to see what it is that makes you tick. It is a sickening thing to have to get used to, but it can be done.” He paused. “This might seem like it has nothing to do with anything…” He said, stepping under the plastic overhang of the cafe he had spoken of. He opened the door and held it open for Emily. “But I am just trying to paint some kind of picture —for my own sake as much as for yours— about who I am by telling you of certain situations. How I would react, telling you what I know of your… Agency. It is a dangerous play, letting you in, but you wanted to know about your parents, the first step, I guess, would be telling you about myself.” He smiled weakly, keeping his gaze down. “I have nothing to lose. And I have already taken anything of worth from you, even if I did not intend to.”
Emily listened intently to everything he said, waving a hand as he addressed her by her work-name. “Just call me Emily. ‘S faster.” As they walked, the agent nodded thoughtfully every now and then as Loki spoke, frowning slightly. Gods, had she been dead wrong about him. I mean sure, he did do some pretty sufficient damage, both mentally and physically, but that still didn’t give her the right to judge him for what he had done if he were really telling the complete truth. But she could read his features like a book, she knew he wasn’t making any effort to hide what he felt. That was reassuring, at the very least. But it also made it harder for her to keep her guard up, because if she got all soft around him it could spell trouble, for he could lash out at any moment. She always had to be ready for an attack; her mother drilled that into her brain at the youngest of ages. Even at small family gatherings and such as a small child, she still had to keep a thigh holster attached underneath her dress, just in case.
“But Asgardians, or whoever your people are…don’t they all follow patterns too? Just different from ours?” She considered his question, “Yes, I suppose we are. I think we’re just not…educated well enough about your kind to understand them fully. So to comfort ourselves, I think, we assume your kind is similar to ours. But that’s not the case, is it? I like to think of it as just another culture, except much larger. Like, for example, humans live and act much differently in Africa than they do here in the US. There are certain things you can’t do here that would be perfectly normal in other places.”
It was strange, because for the first time she didn’t see him as a threat. She saw him as a broken creature, just like she was. Except the thing that had broken Loki also had been the reason why he was so hated. Maybe she could open up a bit to him as well.
Sliding into a booth in the seat across from Loki, she placed her elbows on the table and tried to meet his eyes. “You keep saying it was your hands that caused the damage but it wasn’t completely your doing…what do you mean? Did someone…take control of your mind or something? I mean, what could possibly be powerful enough to take control of a demigod? Are there more powerful beings out there?” Her eyes widened ever so slightly at the thought. The waitress arrived at their table and Emily absently ordered two coffees, one for both of them, still deep in her thoughts. What if these beings were to want to attack Earth? How many were out there? Were they considered immortal too?
“Yeah, I was surprised when you began telling me all of this. If it were me, I would just try to live with the hate and try to dismiss it; I would never take the risk of letting someone in all the way with the chance that they can easily turn it against you. I guess that’s mostly because of my parentage. A lot of SHIELD’s enemies have gone after me because I’m easier to reach, but I still have the same knowledge about SHIELD and its secrets as they do. I have a lot of connections. I’ve stopped keeping track of how many criminal organizations have gone after me and carved me up for information because I’m seen as the Avengers’ weaker link. So I guess you could say I’m used to people trying to unravel me as well.” She gave a small, dry smile with cracks of pain and sympathy in it. “It’s true that I don’t have a whole lot left to lose, but I trust that it wasn’t because your intentions were to destroy my family. Not completely, anyway.
Yessss thank you mommy. I’ll do extra Russian suicide crunches today. Promise.
Alright, your welcome and I wanna see those extra suicides alright.
First thing when I get back. Yep.
OH and guess what. I almost got the thigh choke today! You know how I’ve been working on that stupid landing for for-freaking-ever right? Well I’ve almost got it. I just need to work on that landing and I’ve got it!
I’ll help you when you get back ok. I’ll have your father be my dummy.
Um, are you sure he’ll be entirely in favor of that?
“I’m fine with my rabbit.” Kita replied, indifferent to Emily’s attempt at insult. “You’ve obviously forgot how many nights I spent watching over you and taking care of your injuries. Perhaps a memory deficiency could explain your obvious problems.” She raised a brow to Emily, almost as if she were asking her opinion on the matter. “If he cares so much, then why isn’t he here like I would be, and still am?” A small, cruel smile tugged at her lips.“Yes, i do have problems. And yes, i took your healing for granted. But at least I didn’t leave you to go be Loki’s slave.” Emily shook her head, knowing she couldn’t tell Kita the truth. She couldn’t admit that she was having an affair with the enemy in front of all these other agents just to prove a point and win an argument, and she wouldn’t. It wasn’t worth it. “You know perfectly well why he isn’t here.” Her voice fell to an agitated “You know who he works for and you know that he’d be dead within seconds if he showed his face around here, or even within a ten-mile radius of here.”
“Right, of course I had a complete option in that situation.” Kita muttered, sticking her healed hand in her pocket as she sauntered over to the window. “You always did stray towards the type that could get you killed with one wrong slip.”
She shrugged nonchalantly, “I like danger. Although this time it really wan’t intentional; he saved my life a couple times after you left and we just sorta got…closer and you just happened to get back when he and I had this ‘no strings attached’ thing we had to agree on. I didn’t mean for us to go any farther than that, and neither did he. It just sorta happened. He and I are taking care of my baby sister together and as long as he stays away from here, and I stay away from Jim, everything’s fine.” After confessing this she swore under her breath, not meaning to reveal that much to Kita. “Forget what I just said.”