#well... kind of

[thefcguy]

... If I opened a petition online for Felix to lose his miraculous on season 7 or 8, and to be replaced by Sublime in the miraculers, would anyone sign it?

(Like, come on! The girl his talented, smart, and way kinder than Felix ever was! Give that girl a miraculous! With the preference of said miraculous being in the hands of a questionable person).

[zerobaseone]

Yu.

[iamdarcylewis]

You’re telling me my disaster friend and my favorite nephew are siblings?

[boeing747]

ha ha what if they kill elias but instead of everything being fine jon becomes the head of the magnus institute

[badlydrawnegyptnine]

What’s up look what I have *holds up a baby hol horse with a big cowboy hat* Dio didn’t like him to I’m just showing him off-

Oingo and Boingo looked the baby over. "He's kinda cute. You think he was born with that hat?"

"Probably." Boingo shrugged.

[ownworldresident]

Holy shit The Good Place is so fucking good

[saunteredslowlydownward]

Sacrifice

@becameapyre

It had been months now, and still the icy silence remained from Sam.  Oh, he had forgiven Dean, the brothers were fine, but Emma?  He still barely spoke to her, only when necessary.  She could feel the distrust and disgust for her as clearly as if he had spoken it flat out.  To him, she was nothing more than another monster, albeit one that his brother had decided was worth his protection.  

Things were tense with Dean, but he was trying.  To him, Emma was his daughter and that was what was important, but... Sam just refused to see it that way.  Emma wasn’t blind.  She knew that Sam hated her.  She had tried so hard... but nothing seemed to work.  It left her wondering if maybe she shouldn’t have just let him kill her that first night that she had come to Dean.  Showing up at their hotel room, she hadn’t been sure that she would be able to follow through on her Blood Rite... and meeting her father had made her all the more sure that she couldn’t.  She wouldn’t have been able to follow through even if Sam hadn’t burst in before she had the chance, and so she had dropped her knife and begged Dean not to let him hurt her.

It didn’t take a genius to see that the tension between Sam and Emma was wearing on Dean, too.  Which is what had led Emma here.  It had taken her weeks to gather all the ingredients, to keep her plan secret from her father and his brother, but she was finally ready.  It was a difficult ritual, but what would one expect when bringing someone back from the dead?  Ancient and very dark magics were called for.  And the sacrifice... well, it was one that Emma was willing to pay if only Sam would stop looking at her with such hate and disdain.  It would rip the source of his disgust from her in order to return to him his most precious person.  If that wasn’t enough for Sam, then nothing would be.

The circle was laid and Emma began to speak the words, bright, searing energy building up inside of her as she mixed the ingredients.  It was burning her up from inside, tears leaking down her cheeks and blood trailing from her nose as she finished the incantation in a hoarse groan.  With a flash of light, the energy suddenly dispersed, leaving an eery quiet in its wake.

In the center of the circle now stood a figure, draped in gosamer white.  “It worked,” Emma whispered with a grin before her knees buckled under her and she crumpled to the ground.  Through sheer willpower she managed to hold on to consciousness.