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Are You My Daddy? by PetrichorPerfume
The first time Sam had called Dean 'Dad,' Dean had chalked it up to fever, but it didn't stop after that.
Super cute story, but really short! I want more, but the author did a great job concluding the story. Definitly read if you love parent Dean to Sam!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1869408
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Film Elements
As mentioned in my previous post about Spencer Reid’s character development from before and after he experienced the torture in episode 15, the directors shot types had a huge impact on how each scene with Reid is interpreted. The most noticeable aspects of cinematography in the scenes where Reid is present are lighting and shot angle. From scenes in episodes released before ‘Revelations’, the lighting is usually soft and warm, making Reid look like a pure and innocent character, which can’t be said about how he is shown after the episode. From episode 16 until episode 19, when he is finally getting over his addiction, the lighting used to portray his character is harsh and cool. The coloring of the shots mixed with the lighting shows that Reid is not in good standings with himself during the later episodes, especially when compared to the beginning of episode 14 when he is shown having a good time with his friends. On top of the lighting shown when Reid is present in a frame, the shot types used to portray his character are usually from angles that belittle his character and show how degrading he is being towards himself. Prior to episode 15, Reid is shot from a neutral eye-line angle, that only really says that he is normal and nothing is wrong with him at the current moment; this angle is used again once his addiction is no longer an issue. Specific angles that are used to portray Spencer are low angles that look up at him, showing that he is not on the same level as other members of the team, who receive lower angles to show that they are more down to earth. Overall, the director did an amazing job setting up scenes and camera angles to really show Reid’s current mental state and sharing how different his relationship is with his co-workers.
The picture above shows Reid’s character from a low angle, showing him in a higher frame of the camera, while the picture below shows his co-workers from a higher angle, proving that they are more level and stable minded.
“Mmmmh” Asmodeus hummed, looking down at Raphael. “… since that is cleared up,” he chuckled, shrugged and settled down on his thighs.
He watched the demon settle and look bemused and… decidedly patient. The reason might be that he is merely staring at Asmodeus. For a constantly expanding stretch of time.
I don’t feel like keeping this to myself right now. Here’s all I got out before it became too much ~ As she walks through the halls of a school that used to be familiar but now feels out of place, she thinks.
Did she mean it?
Did she mean what she’d said?
“They should hate his guts, and it would have been better if he literally never existed.”
They should hate my guts.
It probably would be better for everyone if I didn’t exist. A small shock ripples through her as she realizes that, yeah. Yeah.
She meant it.
“Hey, you’re Luz, right?”
She startles back to life as two people appear at her locker. She’s so stuck in her own thoughts that she can’t really think about real words right now, so “uhhhhhh” is all that comes out of her mouth.
Somehow, that’s enough for the two other students.
She doesn’t really pay attention to the rest of the conversation, but they hand her a flier for something called a “Haunted Hayride”.
A small smile crosses her face, a stranger in home that they haven’t been welcomed to in a long time.
The others would eat this stuff up.
“Thanks,” she says, and walks away before they try to talk to her more.
She has enough friends right now.
~ She tosses and turns in bed that night. She doesn’t think she’s had a full night’s sleep since she last left home. Her eyes fly open as panic strikes her heart. The Owl House. She hasn’t had a full night’s sleep since The Owl House.
She’s home now. The human realm. Where she belongs.
But home isn’t just a place, and she knows this. She’s read enough of the found family trope in fanfiction to know that home can be a middle aged woman with an extensive criminal history and an eight year old titan. She turns on her side and catches Amity’s profile lit up by the moon.
Home can also be love.
Love. She gets out of bed carefully, so as not to wake the others, gently picks up her palisman egg, and tiptoes out of the room. For three weeks after Luz’s Dad died, she’d slept in her mother’s bed.
Encounters with Consequences - educated edition VII
It was a bit of a surprise, really. The smell really made my mouth water. And I actually wanted to eat it. Huh.
Transformation-time was a time of new experiences. Apparently.
Come to think of it… I had never eaten when I was transformed. Too distracted by… other things. The dissertation hadn’t said anything about food-sensitivity, but hey, everyone was different.
When I finally – after another sniff – took a mouthful, my eyebrows shot up: “Mh!”
I was honestly surprised how good this was.
I made sure to properly clean the spoon with my tongue.
There were spicier parts sometimes, it was a nice, prickly feeling on my tongue.
It was also delightfully rich in flavour. All kinds pleasantly mixed together.
I ended up turning the spoon and slowly pulling in out of my mouth, making sure I properly cleaned it.
I even closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, Henoch was looking at me, with surprise in his eyes. He stared.
This did not change for the next twenty seconds, so I tilted my head and smiled: “It’s really delicious, how is yours?”
He actually blushed slightly when he awakened from his staring and said: “I’m sure it’s great. I… didn’t try. Yet,” which was a little different from usual, admittedly. His plate was first to get plundered at any point in time. And he visibly enjoyed his food, then.
Was there reason to worry?
…
Apparently not all that much. He did start to eat. In a somewhat shovelling way.
And I, for once, ate slower than him. Closing me eyes to enjoy the texture and flavour. Mixing a bit with the spices Gabrielle sent with the portions, too. It was quite an experience.
One I did not expect.
I took my time… slowly savouring the food. Just a little bit of water to flush it down. Didn’t want any additional tastes.
When I looked up again, he still looked at me. Eating, but still looking at me. Slightly blushing.
I looked him in the eye the next time I licked the spoon. He concentrated on the spoon.
Oh.
How interesting.
have some brief karrivan for no reason at all
Karma's flat on her back with her face turned away, trapped by the covetous press of Janna’s body against hers. Her free hand clutches at the bedding, tighter and tighter as Janna explores every familiar contour.
They’re both fully clothed and Janna’s only touched one side of her face and still Karma feels so exposed because they’re not alone. When Karma’s eyes flutter open she focuses on Riven, sitting there so dutiful and attentive, an exemplary student. Riven shoots her a pleased smile when she notices Karma’s eyes on her, and Karma reciprocates with a stuttered moan because Janna’s lips have found a delicate earlobe.
Riven’s smile takes a hungry turn and Karma releases any pretense of composure.
Teeth. There’s suddenly teeth pinging a sharp trill of pleasure straight through her and Janna backs off to give her a moment. A light hand comes to rest on top of an ink-stained thigh and Karma flushes as her leg bucks into the smooth palm, opening for her lover without being asked. Riven laughs.
“Do you want to try?” Janna asks of Riven, though it’s less a question and more an invitation. Karma blinks up to see Riven licking her lips and it makes her head spin.
Janna’s hand lifts from her leg to take a firm hold of Karma’s chin, rooting her with a promise, the pad of her thumb dragging over her lips. Karma melts, allowing Janna to easily turn her head, presenting unmapped territory for Riven to chart.
Karma drowns in the kindness of Janna’s eyes as Riven reaches out with rough fingertips to caress softly the shell of Karma’s ear. Her touch is tentative and curious, but she’s a quick learner and soon Karma is thoroughly unwound beneath them, claimed by shy lips and confident hands.
