It's my way or the highway. However, warning you now, the highway is what I call my gun! Dyslexic ADHD Anxiety INFP 《--------------------------------------------》 And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28
I've never realized this but gah! It makes so much sense!!
Episodes 1-4 are all of the adventures titles which makes sense Caine loves his adventures and probably thinks that it is the most important thing so of course its the title.
Episode 5 is "Untitled" because there is no adventure for him to name, is just a jumble of a bunch of different ones.
Episode 6 is "They all get Guns" which is very lazy because Caine is in that mood he has given up on his players (for now)
Episode 7 "Beach Episode" back to normal!! Its all about being on an adventure yet again (and perhaps he doesn't want to give away his fun quest)
And finally Episode 9 "Remember" Caine shows them their pasts and the group all built a memorial for those now gone. Because even if they weren't real and they didn't have bodies we can still remember them.
The Neopolition Trio Go To The Mall! (And Nothing Bad Happens)
Vance Benson just wanted to enjoy a free Saturday but instead gets pulled into a mall adventure with his new school friends.
His new school friends and nothing more
Vance was very busy doing math homework and hadn't finished it an hour ago, thank you very much.
He was reviewing the packet he was given by Mrs. Green for honors math which was very important since the class was important… it just so happens he had already reviewed it six times. It wasn't like he was doing it because he was anxious he got something wrong, (the first four checks were for that) no, the truth was Vance was bored.
He had already finished the chore list his parents left for him before they skipped town and now all of his homework was done. Now he was struggling, searching his paper like it would have the answer for what else he should do with his weekend.
He could bake, but really he didn't have much of a sweet tooth and didn't want his parents to discover his little habit and use it against him. He would have jumped onto the opportunity to get ahead on his studies but all of his teachers reversed to give him the homework for the next month, since they wanted him to have a fun weekend.
But really what fun can come out of a weekend? Vance hadn't really had a good weekend well… ever. His parents were barely home for the holidays so why would they try to make time for him on a random Saturday? And friends were a bit of a mixed bag, sometimes he could get one of his band “friends” to invite him to a party or have a Sunday afternoon band practice. But it wasn't the season for that and he didn't want to bother the team with his pathetic whining about boredom, so really he was out of options.
Vance slumped against his chair and rubbed at his temples, he felt so antsy and uncomfortable in this house, in his room, in his chair. He sighed long and low, before he heard the unmistakable ring of his parents' front doorbell.
Vance was confused for a moment before he rolled his eyes, oh yes of course his parents must have forgotten their keys or something. He put his hands on his desk and stretched his way out of the chair before he quickly made his way out of his room. He would need to hurry if it was his parents at the door, he would probably be scolded if he made them wait too long.
Rushing down the stairs, Vance then made his way to the door, he took one breath in order to center himself and opened the door.
The first emotion that he felt was confusion, because it wasn't the familiar faces of his parents at the door, instead it was the faces of two of his classmates, Kimberly Everett and Colton Moore.
Kimberly was closest to the doorbell, smiling brightly like she always did and Colton was on her right, hands in his pockets, looking as cool as ever. Vance stood there in shock, at first because of the appearance of people besides his parents and then because Kimberly and Colton were at his door at all!
He had become acquainted with the couple a few months ago because of a sick trumpeter in Colton’s family jazz band and had been ‘friends’ ever since. Of course friends were in quotation marks because Vance didn't really know what they were, he thought they were more than classmates but he really didn't want to bring up that question. However, the two had never ever visited him or talked to him outside of school and jazz band, so Vance was still confused as to why they were here.
“Hey…” he said searching for the right words, deciding to settle on.“Why are you guys here?”
Kimberly, huffed out a laugh and tucked some hair behind her ear.
“We’re here to see you of course.” she said in an amused tone, turning to Colton for him to share his thoughts. Vance noticed this early on in his journey of knowing them and thought it made sense. Colton was a bit shy and Kimberly was more talkative and would take up the entire conversation if she didn't check in with him first.
“Yeah, I don’t have work until later, so we thought we would ask you if you wanted to hang out at the mall with us.” Colton said with a small smile on his face. Colton rarely did smile in the presence of Vance, in fact the only time he has seen him smile was because of Kimber-
Wait what-
“H-hang out?” Vance sputtered out. Why would they want to hang out with him?
If they had a free weekend why not just go on a date or something! Unless the two didn't want to go on a date for whatever reason, although he supposed he understood that feeling. When Vance was ‘dating’ Anne Bullers he would come up with an excuse to not have to go to any party and be her arm candy the entire night. But Kimberly and Colton weren't like that! They both loved each other so much, he had seen them at those parties cuddling and laughing with each other without a care in the world.
“Why would you want to hang out with me at the mall?” he asked. The two looked at him for a second in confusion and what looked like shyness? Vance shouldn't really tell which emotion the second one was but shyness was his best guess. Colton opened his mouth to respond,
“We-”
“We don’t have to hang out at the mall!” Kimberly blurted out.
“If it's not your thing, we could go to a bookstore, or the arcade, if you would prefer that.” she said, casting her eyes to the ground, hair falling over her face. Colton nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder,
“Yeah or if you don’t want to go anywhere maybe you could teach us that dragon game…” he said. Vance blinked at the two of them and whispered under his breath ‘its dungeons and dragons,’ before he picked up his volume.
“No! I mean why would you want to hang out with me at the mall?” Vance said motioning to the two of them then himself to properly emphasize the question. Kimberly and Colton stared at him for a second before turning their eyes to each other.
“Because you're our friend?” Kimberly responded after a moment. Friend..? Oh wow that was actually really nice to hear from them. Like really really nice, if Vance wasn't in front of them right this second he might actually shed a tear.
“Oh- okay.” Vance said stupidly, ugg why couldn't he ever think of something good and cool to say.
But-crap, what was he supposed to do now? What would he even do at the mall with them? Third wheel? He loved both of them, truly he did, but what the hell was he going to do for who knows how long with them.
“I would love to but- I got homework,” Vance said. It was a lie, a really dumb lie but he really didn't want to put himself into the possible position of their third wheel pity friend. Colton rolled his eyes and said,
“Come on dude you have all of Sunday to do your homework, unless of course you don’t want to hang with us?”
“No, of course, I do!” Vance said, rather too quickly. Vance blushed and rubbed the back of his neck out of embarrassment and looked up at the two. That emotion that Vance guested was shyness crossed Kimberly’s face for a split second before it was replaced by a smile even brighter than her first.
“Well then what's stopping you?” she said, reaching for him to place a hand on his arm.
Vance considered this, what was stopping him? A fear of being left out, why else were the two here if not to make sure he was included? And what would he do if he decided to not go? Stay at home and rot in his boredom, he was just thinking about anything that might reveal this feeling. But the fear, the fear of seeing them share a milkshake or fries, looking at each other with so much love and him just… being there, alone. Or-or like they all find a photo booth and Kimberly and Colton tell him to wait outside while they get their cute couple photos and he’s the first one to see them since they print on the outside and he-
“You can’t just stay in your room for the entire weekend, the weather is really nice!” Kimberly said, pulling Vance out of his downward spiral.
Vance smiled because he realized, no- really he had nothing to worry about, the couple had always made time for just him. They had never in his time of knowing them had overshadowed the friendship they all had with their romantic feelings. So he really had nothing but his own fear to worry about.
“Yeah-you’re right let me get my shoes and stuff…” Vance said, retreating into his house but leaving the front door open. For the first time in his life he was grateful that his parents were never home, it was a lot easier to grab his valuables when he could just leave them on the kitchen counter. Wallet, house keys, lens cloth, watch and shoes both of which he quickly put on. After putting on a light cardigan he ran outside to rejoin his friends (which he could now call them!) and locked the door behind him, checking it twice to make sure it was truly locked.
When he eventually turned around to face them he was surprised to see the look on their faces.
“So you um- ready to go?” Colton questioned and Vance could now hear the tone he was using more clearly. He could also see Colton's fingers rubbing and scratching his hand and arms, his right foot was thumbing like a rabbit, and his eyes were looking anywhere but Vance’s face.
Kimberly didn't look any better herself, her hair had fallen over her eyes yet again and she was even twirling a lock with her finger. Her other hand was wrapped around herself like she was having a really bad stomach ache, she looked nervous, actually they both did. That realization made Vance realize that nervousness was the emotion he confused with shyness either. They had been nervous to ask him to hang out at the mall, but why? Were they concerned that he would turn them down, why did they think he would?
“Yeah I’m all ready!” Vance said with extended excitement, because if the two had been nervous to ask him he needed to show them he really wanted to go. Kimberly let out a breath and removed her hands from her hair and stomach and bounced her way down the drive.
“Awesome! Is the mall good or would you actually prefer somewhere else?” She said from over her shoulder. Colton followed her close from behind, with Vance further behind him, all three made their way to the red car parked in the driveway.
Vance had seen it a few times in the past and had quickly deduced that it was Kimberly’s because of the color and the fact that she was the only one of the two whose family could avoid a new car at all. The couple got into her car, with Kimberly at the wheel, her strawberry air freshener swaying at the motion.
“No yeah the mall is good, I haven't been in a minute so it should be fun” Vance said hopping into the back of the car.
Kimberly and Colton smiled at him from the front seats and Vance smiled back, yeah fun it would be fun with two of the people he cared about most in his life.
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For my new job we are having to watch training videos (you know the usual) and I was complaining to my friend that I wouldn't get tipped and she was obviously like "Why would they tip you?" Which is fair but also if you think about it I am an up and coming employee and should be seen by the population as a person deserving of tips!
Love the idea of Simon seeing Grace as an angel after he saves him BUT instead of worshiping Grace, Simon hates his guts
'Cus angels represent more than salvation and shit. An angel brought the blood ocean (according to some interpretation of the Bible). They are in service of God and last time Simon saw a God, it didn't go well...
Dean was a man, men didn't keep flowers on their dashboard just because they looked nice.
Men drank beer, men listened to Metallica while driving on the road, men gave flowers to chicks and they didn't get to keep them.
Or
Dean Winchester learns how to do floral design while on a case and becomes obsessed.
He also thinks about his relationship with masculinity a bit not by much but hey he thinks about it!
Dean never really put much thought into flowers.
Chapter 1: Stopping To Smell The Purple Roses
They were pretty he supposed, some even smelled nice if you stuck your nose in them.
Girls also appreciate them it seemed, the few times he’s gotten a bouquet for one. But really, when you live on the road you can’t really put much thought into a dying beauty, flowers will wither and die long before the Impala reached her next stop. So why bother?
If and only if Dean had the time to truly look at a blooming bulb he might actually learn to find them pretty.
But when living on the road to hell itself, where you can’t really have that many possessions in the first place, flowers would not be making the cut.
Besides Dean was a man, men didn't keep flowers on their dashboard just because they looked nice.
Men drank beer, men listened to Metallica while driving on the road, men gave flowers to chicks and they didn't get to keep them.
Above being a man Dean Winchester was a hunter, which is what led him here, in front of a small one story house with bright violet flowers that reached the window sill.
He walked across the perfectly crafted lawn that screamed suburban heaven, making his way to the very yellow, very bright door.
There had been five murders within five different hobby groups in the small town of Perfectly Pleasant Hills, West Virginia.
Each grizzler then the last, only the head remained. The only hobby group within Perfectly Pleasant Hills (seriously who names a town that?) that hasn't had a grizzly murder was the florist group.
Which made Sam and Dean believe that its group of ladies were the monsters' next target. Sam of course insisted that he should stay at the motel and research more on whatever thing was causing harm in the town, so Dean had to be the one to bite the bullet and go to the meeting… again.
The brothers had visited last weak to ask them questions but all the women refused to answer any of them. Insisting that they were far too busy with their roses and daisies or whatever.
So Sam’s genius plan (that he refused to take part in) was to have one of them go to a meeting and get the information there.
Which is what brought Dean here, knocking on the bright bright door and stepping back, while mumbling under his breath. He was dressed in casual clothes, a red flannel tied around his waist, with jeans and a grey t-shirt underneath.
Although he looked like a very chill guy he also carried a gun on his hip and a smaller knife on his leg. He wanted to be prepared but not too prepared.
The yellow sunshine door opened and behind it was a middle aged woman, caucasian, with wavy brown hair that rested on her shoulders.
She smiled at Dean with the same warmth that radiated from her front door.
“Oh hello Agent Chandler, what can I do for you?” Dean internally sighed, then straightened out and smiled at her.
“Yes. Hello Mrs. Vampter, I was wondering if you had one more opening for your class today?”
Mrs. Vampter stood back in surprise, “My class? Well yes we do have an open seat today, why do you ask?”
“Well it has always been a dream of mine to learn how to do… all the things with the flowers.” Dean confessed, it was a lie of course, but as long as he could get into that house he would tell her anything.
“Oh really? Well what a coincidence for you to be in town!” she stood back and motioned for him to come in. Begrudgingly he entered her house, it looked just like the outside.
Flowers of all shapes and sizes littered the area, however, unlike the outside these ones seemed like they weren't real.
“We’re doing our class today with fake flowers, which should be easier for you to work with.” She whispered.
The two entered the living room, which had been transformed into a proper work space for the designers. Multiple tables and chairs lined the floor and in the middle of the area was a large group of boxes, with flowers organized by color and shape.
“Everyone give a warm welcome to Dean Chandler, he'll be joining our class today!” All the women in the room waved and smiled at him.
“It is so rare for a man to come to one of these!” An elderly woman in the back said, “I tried to get my husband to attend but he refused!” she continued.
Dean sighed, so it was gonna be like this then? Okay, if he could handle fist fighting monsters on the regular, he could handle an annoyingly talkative older woman.
Dean decided to take one of the empty seats in the middle, this would allow him ample coverage of the area (it would also let him be far away from that older woman).
Instead he sat next to a woman with dark dreadlocks all wrapped into a bun, with a red and yellow cardigan hanging from her shoulders. She smiled lightly at him when he plopped on the seat, and moved a stack of books out of his way.
Dean folded his arms over his chest and depaded whether or not to actually pay attention to the class.
“Alright everyone, today we are going to be practicing our ribboned tied bouquets.” Mrs Vamper said proudly.
Which is what made Dean look around and realize that he was the only one without a pile of materials.
Great.. And each pile was beautifully organized and picked out, the colors and shapes seemed to go perfectly together.
Then Dean’s eyes trailed over to the bins, so he would be the one going through the crap yard and hoping something would look good… not that he cared or not if it did.
“These types of arrangements are usually in a traditional style with a circle shape making up its body.” She quickly drew a circle with a triangle underneath to show the shape of this bouquet.
“These can best be displayed in a tall vase in the middle of a table or as decoration for your mudroom!”
Dean stared at the table, god what a simple life to live.
Only having to worry about decorating your living space with flowers. Not having to worry about your next meal. Not having to worry about where you’ll live next. Not having to worry if you’ll live at all.
When Heather Chandler woke up with a hangover she didn't expect to die, she definitely didn't expect that she would wake up again, and again, and again, and..
Or
Heather Chandler stuck in a timeloop more likely than you think! (Oh and JD keeps trying to kill her for some reason)
Chapter 1: A Myriad Of Broken Glass (What The Fuck Does Myriad Mean?)
Acid
It tasted like pure fucking acid.
It welded and congealed like a disgusting fungus Heather would probably find under Martha Dumptruck’s feet.
Strangely it tasted like soap or not so strangely since it was drain cleaner. But she wasn't really focused on the taste that much,
Heather Chandler wasn't really focused on anything except well…. dying.
Heather supposed she was meant to come up with something important as her last words, her final words, at least in this world.
She searched the room, her mind, even her memory's for something relevant to say about her life, but came up empty.
Give her a break she didn't exactly expect that she would be dying when she woke up this morning!
Finally after a moment she saw Veronica's eyes, that bitch.
This was all her fault, her little freak of a boy toy had given her this poison and now she was dying because of it!
She had to die because Veronica fuckin Sawyer and her psycho boyfriend deemed it necessary. If only Veronica wasn't such a pussy, if only she was more like Heather.
It wasn't easy to grit and bare it but Heather did, she did it every damn day, because she was a queen.
A queen prepared to take life and rule over it. She knew people and she knew herself, everyone hated her but everyone wanted her to love them; just like in the adult world.
People lied about their feelings all the time and that was fucking that.
But no Veronica couldn't grow up and decided to kill her problems instead of sucking up and being an adult about them.
Heather looked at her supposed friend, her murderer and tried to say everything about how she was feeling.
How angered she was, how much more she knew, how sorry Veronica would be when she was a single mother of eight in four years. But all that came out was,
“C-corn-nuts!”
Then her body fell, shattering her beautiful glass table she begged her parents for in middle school.
She said she would take care of it, now look at it.
Perhaps she died on impact or she was dead just a few seconds before she hit the table. It didn't matter much, she was died either way.
Blackness was all that remained for her.
She thought when she was alive that she would have liked the fiery depths of hell compared to the angels singing in heaven.
But right now in nothingness, she would have preferred literary dying again and again forever, to this. To the darkness, the black.
She begged and pleaded with whatever god existed, let her go back and die!
