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the struggle of wanting to watch tlou s2 but not wanting to see joel's death
— ⁺ 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 , 1988 [ #600 GIFS ] BRIDGERTON S2 / jonathan bailey is white. please cast accordingly and use appropriately. all of the gifs have been created from scratch by me. to access the gifs please click the source link. do not edit, claim as your own or add into your own hunts! time and effort were spent into making these gifs, a like or a reblog would be much appreciated!
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@warriorwithasoftheart ; "Well, get used to it. I'm not leaving." For Cas.
Sometimes Dean Winchester could be so infuriatingly stubborn. It seemed the hunter was hellbent on ignoring everything Castiel said, choosing to do the opposite. Whilst in many cases that had, admittedly, worked out, it didn't stop the flare of annoyance every time Dean directly opposed Castiel's suggestions.
Well. This had been less of a suggestion and more a demand. Usually Castiel had no qualms with spending time with the Winchesters, particularly with Dean, but today the angel had wanted privacy. The hunters had gotten Castiel his own motel room for this case – he had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with his powers weakening lately, the threat of the impending apocalypse looming over them.
Or perhaps it was simply due to the hunters wanting space. Personal or otherwise, Dean certainly mentioned it to the angel enough times. But that seemed hypocritical ; the green-eyed hunter was refusing to give Castiel space now it was available.
He sighs, deeply. Uses the prolonged exhale to resist leaving himself, since Dean was so insistent on staying. " You do not need to stay here, Dean, " Cas insists. " I am an angel of the lord – more than capable of looking after myself. You should be spending time with Sam, or getting some rest. "
Thus allowing Cas to get some rest himself – being tired was a strange sensation, and the angel didn't enjoy the unease that came with it. " I can wait here until tomorrow. It doesn't bother me. "
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Deep down, Sam knows she's right. Dean wouldn't have wanted Sam to become like this – moping around, drinking, staying in decaying buildings because he can't bring himself to get back into the job. He was a wreck. But how does one just move on? Stop mourning the only real family he had left.
Yet, the need for revenge churned in his gut. Even the mention of Lilith made Sam's blood boil, anger and guilt thrumming through his veins. The turmoil inside him screams why not both. So, red-rimmed eyes stare down at the demon, expression shifting into something resigned.
" Fine, " Sam finally spits out, too exhausted to keep arguing with Ruby. " But only because Lilith deserves to pay - not because I want anything to do with you. "
@fracturals sam & ruby.
"look -" word spoken, hands on her hips as she looks up and up at sam winchester. "you can keep mourning your brother, or you can do something. and my vote?" not that she gets a vote. "do something. get stronger so you can stop lilith."
If Sam's brain had been working at full capacity, he would have protested Dean's plan. Instead, the light was removed from his grip and his older brother was gone before Sam could even utter a word.
Letting out a sigh, Sam let the moonlight streaming through the windows guide him upstairs. Gun in hand, Sam crept from room to room, tired eyes searching for any pale apparitions. His ears strained for any sign of Dean, but his brother was being unusually silent. That, or Sam simply couldn't focus.
He was in the last room at the end of the corridor when the gunshot went off. Sam jumped, the closet door slipping from his grasp and slamming shut, making the younger hunter wince. Ow. But he didn't have time to focus on his pounding head when Dean could be in trouble.
" Dean? " He calls out, heading back out into the corridor as quickly as his foggy mind would allow. Squinting in the darkness, he could make out Dean's shorter form down the end of the hallway - no ghost in sight. " Are you alright? " Sam's slightly breathless as he reaches Dean, gaze scanning his brother for any injuries. " Was that the spirit? "
Suspicion ran deep in the older Winchester but he didn't handle things well the last time Sam went through this similar pain, he wanted to make up for it.
Dean knew he could be a little on the over protective side but hell Sam was all he had, Brothers looked out for brothers especially when hunting the things normal folk tell stories of.
" Okay listen, I'll take the flashlight and check out the basement, you take upstairs and hopefully this will be over soon "
Not giving Sam enough time to fully argue Dean takes the light and heads off. This way he was granting Sam's wishes while also still protecting him. The spirit had shown in the basements bathroom, converted some time ago into a rental suite but after the worlds scariest bath guest, well, it was unused.
Dean moved slowly in the dark room with the light panning left to right, but nothing happened. After some time he admitted defeat and returned upstairs.
Stood five feet tall a dripping woman had her back to the hunter. Her wedding dress torn and stained it hung around her small frame. Clearly this bride must be the spirit but no one mentioned a wedding gown, usually just a woman in white, a typical ghost the brothers have put down before but this was different.
Aiming the shot gun Dean stood watching her, he didn't want to make her aware of Sam but equally didn't want Sam to walk into this, into her without a warning.
Screw it.
Dean fired once into the woman, her spirit screamed and like a cloud of steam it dispersed.
"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
this is what happens when you get involved in things you don't understand!
why couldn't you just stay out of it?
now i'm the one who has to clean up your mess.
you messed up. now it's time to own it.
you ruined everything.
i'll never forgive you.
i fucked this up. i know that.
you can't just explain this one away!
it's over! it's done!
you're a fuck-up.
i thought i told you to stay out of the way.
i'm really disappointed in how you've acted.
you can do better than that.
everything is ruined, and it's all your fault.
i know i messed up, but i can explain.
i thought i could help.
that wasn't supposed to happen.
how could you?
what have you done!?
you were never supposed to be here!
i thought we agreed you'd stay out of it and let me handle everything?
now i have to start everything over again.
this took me weeks. you understand that, right?
you ruin everything you touch.
can't you just be normal for five minutes?
i knew it was you.
you just couldn't leave well enough alone.
i told you to stay inside!
i blame you for this.
i'm sorry i ruined this for you.
you weren't ready for this.
i'm not speaking to you yet.
you have the worst timing.
i'm so angry at you right now.
i break everything i touch.
stop fucking things up for us.
i was just trying to help.
i won't bother you again.
there's no fixing this.
it's due tomorrow. i have no time to redo it.
can you just let me handle things?
so much for keeping this a surprise.
now what am i gonna do?
good job, [name]. you ruined it.
i'll never forgive you for ruining this for me.
i didn't mean to mess this up.
this should have been your big day, and here i am, ruining everything.
i'm backing away.
just... just go.
don't speak. just leave.
we'll speak about this later.
don't explain yourself.
i could scream.
i need to be left alone.
you fucked this up.
i think i deserve an apology.
you've put me through hell.
11k celebration: top 50 m/f friendships (as voted by my followers) #43. lucifer moringstar and ella lopez - lucifer
PROMPTS FOR THE FORCED PROXIMITY TROPE * assorted dialogue for the moments and circumstances that force two characters to spend time together, adjust as necessary
who said i agreed to any of this?
i said i would help you. i didn't say i would be nice to you while i'm helping you.
you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours.
oh no. don't tell me it's locked.
i was hired to protect you. that's my job.
i'm actually starting to tolerate you, believe it or not.
i don't want to be stuck here with you.
i'll work with anyone but you.
i'm not letting you sleep on the floor.
they're forcing me to work with you and i don't like it.
how long do you think we'll be stuck here?
is that the only tent we have?
i think we're snowed in here. we'd better find a way to stay warm.
it's going to take a few days for them to reach us.
you sleep in that room, and i'll take this one.
you can't get rid of me that easily.
i'm just going to come right out and say it - i hate being here just as much as you do, but we have to make this work.
don't get any ideas.
i'm going to see if they'll switch my room.
until you came along, i had this under control.
if we're going to survive this, we'd better work together.
why did they sit me next to you?
i'd like to be as far away from you as possible.
out of all the people in the world, i had to get stuck with you.
guess you're just gonna have to get over it.
i thought you were worse than this.
i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.
you're not exactly my favorite person to be around.
well, get used to it. i'm not leaving.
i told them i don't need a bodyguard.
i never wanted to spend this much time with you.
all this time spent together has really opened my eyes.
you're not as bad as i thought you were.
we might as well try to get along.
i guess i should learn a little bit about you.
i think that means we're the only ones left.
there's no way i'm sharing a room with you.
you again? i've seen enough of you already.
i thought [name] was coming. why are you here?
they're counting on us to save them.
since we'll be here for a while... might as well make the best out of it.
i think we can set aside our differences for two minutes and work this out.
honestly, i think i was wrong about you at first.
there's absolutely no way i'm working with you.
fine, but you're sleeping on the floor. i'll take the bed.
as your bodyguard, i'm supposed to stay with you at all times.
i think we're snowed in for a while.
you could always sleep on this side of the bed.
we have to at least pretend we like each other.
the whole point in having a bodyguard is for me to keep you safe.
i don't like asking for your help, but here i am, asking.
you and i are the only ones who can deal with this.
you don't have a say in the matter.
looks like we're stuck here.
just sleep in the bed with me. i'll even make a pillow wall between us.
i'm not sharing a tent with you.
i need you to stay out of my way.
could you at least "guard" me from over there? why do you have to stand so close?
Dark eyes meet under the sky The stars are out, we're alive in the night
Absolutely nothing to see here. Just a dad waiting for his kids to show up so they can go on a little hunt together.
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thinking about pre-fall lucifer and i am Sad
› TENSION LINER PROMPTS
"I dare you to try."
"Do you always get close?"
"You’re pushing my limits."
"Stop looking at me like that."
"I’m losing control here."
"You have no idea, do you?"
"I can’t resist you anymore."
"Stay back, or don’t."
"I know what you want."
"This is getting dangerous now."
"You’re too tempting for me."
"I shouldn’t want this, but…"
"I don’t play fair, remember?"
"Careful, you’re testing me."
"You’re just making it worse."
"You’re too close for comfort."
"Do you always push buttons?"
"Stop before I kiss you."
"You’re making it too hard."
"I can’t stop thinking about you."
"I want you too much."
"You know exactly what you’re doing."
"I’m not playing games here."
"You’ve crossed the line now."
"Keep pushing, and you’ll regret it."
"This is dangerous, isn’t it?"
"I’m trying not to care."
"Don’t make me regret this."
"You’re playing with fire."
"You don’t know what’s coming."
"I shouldn’t be this close."
"We’re getting dangerously close now."
"I can feel the heat."
"Don’t test me right now."
"I want you too badly."
"Don’t make me chase you."
"You’re distracting me, you know."
"I won’t fall for this."
"I want you, but…"
"What do you want from me?"
"I’ll never give in."
"I’m trying not to care."
"You’re playing with my patience."
"Don’t make this harder, please."
"I can’t stop this feeling."
"I’m already in too deep."
"You won’t walk away unscathed."
"You’re walking a fine line."
"I’m trying to stay calm."
"What are you doing to me?"
Listening to his story, Lucifer couldn't help but wonder if this was how the Detective had felt every time Lucifer had spoken about his devilish nature. This angel's story sounded insane – talking about events Lucifer hadn't heard of, about... vessels? That sounded a bit more familiar, similar to the way his demons could possess dead humans. But an angel couldn't do that. Well, not in this world at least.
It was intriguing, the slight differences between what this angel was saying and what Lucifer knew to be true. The names he mentioned - Metatron and Castiel - were undoubtedly familiar. Yet Amenadiel hadn't mentioned anything going on in heaven, nor had any of his siblings paid a visit to the city of angels recently. Nothing that would suggest a possible end to humanity.
So, Lucifer had no choice but to believe the facts. Just as in his cases with the Detective. No matter what was true and what wasn't, it was a safer bet to keep an eye on a mysterious universe-travelling angel. At least for now.
" Right, " Lucifer finally speaks, the word drawn out. " Lots to unpack there, Linda would have a field day with you. So would any doctor, really – you look very alive for someone who's apparently meant to be dead. "
Dark eyes look the pristine form up and down, not a scratch marring the 'vessel's' skin. One could only presume this was His doing - what Lucifer didn't understand was why. What business did the Old Man have with bringing undead angels to a different reality? Their father really was a constant headache, honestly.
" Well, one thing's for certain : you aren't in your world anymore. More specifically, you're in Los Angeles - best place you could've ended up, really. " Lucifer grins, almost fondly, before his hands move to clap together once. " Now, about that favour. What is it you'd desire? Somewhere to stay, perhaps? A ticket back to the silver city? Oh, and I suppose I should finally ask your name - since you seem to already know who I am, it only seems fair. "
Other realms, other worlds, other universes -- - none of it sounded ridiculous, maybe he was lucky in that while he hadn't experienced other universes for himself, he'd been well aware of them despite being caged for all those years. It made now that bit easier to digest, not that his present company offered much solace, unnerved by the notion that his presence there could ruffle a few feathers. Literally, perhaps.
Usually, he would've apologised at the sight of someone insulted by his words, but given who this was, his brother or not, he found it difficult to offer up such pity, such empathy. Maybe that was wrong, they were creatures of compassion, were they not?
Did he dare explain what happened? How he'd died? How all of Heaven had been expelled, each of his brothers and sisters falling, only to ignite another battle on Earth, led by Metatron, closely accompanied by himself? Or did he explain why he could barely even look at him without rage lapping up every borrowed feature?
Yet he could have laughed when he heard this Lucifer offer his help, a mix of shock and utter disbelief claiming him as he shook his head in defiance. "You want to help me?" He almost seemed disgusted by the thought, staring him down as though expecting him to laugh in his face or brutally mock him. Why did he seem so different? Almost -- - nicer?
No. This was Lucifer. Maybe not his Lucifer, but still a Lucifer. He couldn't lower his guard, couldn't let himself be tricked, couldn't fall into another trap. "The last thing I remember was being held in Heaven's dungeon. I sacrificed myself to allow Castiel to escape and save humanity from Metatron's rule." It was a simple enough way of explaining it, no sugarcoating, no dancing around the issue, even if it didn't detail everything up until that point. He didn't need to know all of that -- - not yet, at least.
"Then I awoke here." He looked around him, still searching for a familiarity that wasn't there. "I no longer hear my brothers and sisters." There wasn't the same chatter, he couldn't listen in. He was an outsider. "I don't know how. I should have been destroyed, my vessel..." He looked down at the man he was inhabiting, raising a hand to his chest where he'd scratched the sigil using jagged stone. "His body is healed. But I am alive." He looked back at this other version of his big brother. "How or why, I... do not know."
i love deckerstar bc you can so easily tell that michael's impersonation of lucifer isn't the real luci because of the way he looks at chloe
will get around to writing soon i hope!! if not tonight then tomorrow, I've just been caught up in my Lucifer rewatch
WLWMEME: 1/8 wlwoc ♡ mazikeen (lucifer)
Are you still upset about me trying to betray you and kill you? It was a month ago.
in a better world, or perhaps just a well-written fanfic, Dan doesn’t die and Lucifer doesn’t go back to hell. Chloe and Lucifer get together and they get married and he becomes stepfather to Trixie. Lucifer purchases a shirt that says “I’m not the step-dad, I’m just the dad that stepped up.” He exclusively wears it around Dan, to Dan’s eternal chagrin.
the most annoying part of lucifer on netflix is that he was literally right the whole time. i don't give a shit if the literal actual god was "just trying his best." lucifer was 100% right to be angry at god and in fact, i think everyone should've been downright pissed when they met him. ESPECIALLY linda. fuck her for real for telling him that his conflict with god was partially his fault. lucifer described an abusive father to her countless times and the second she met him she started fawning over him? fuck that. chloe should've punched god in the face
silent communication in 4.07, it's the great pumpkin, sam winchester
PSA:
You don’t have to be nice to my character. You don’t have to hold your character back. I am perfectly okay with consequences. I don’t consider powerful characters using those powers to be godmodding. Some things might require a little bit of a chat before hand, but go crazy, kids. Conflict is part of story telling.
