#thepunkbug

Logan: I don't care for these new Nazis, and you may quote me on that.

Logan: What kind of a coke-head relative is my college?

Logan: I am a proud Asian American woman.

Roman: And they go "you're a little fat girl aren't you" and I go "nooo" and they go "say it!" and I go "I'm a little fat girl."

Roman: I didn't drink water the entire time.

Roman: When I walk down the street, I need everybody, all day long, to like me so much.

Roman: Got your menus, you hungry hungry whores.

Virgil: No, no, I got promoted! "To what?" Pass-around party bottom.

Virgil: Let's just not see each other for 8 months and it doesn't matter at all.

Virgil: Think about that for two minutes and tell me that you don't wanna walk into the ocean.

Virgil: No, that's a thing I'm sensitive about!

Virgil: College was like a four year gameshow called "do my friends hate me, or do I just need to go to sleep?"

Patton: I go "hi, knock knock" - I say "knock knock" out loud.

Patton: Everyone get out of my way! I just wanna sit here and feed my birds.

Patton: *punches* *waves*

Remus: I am homeless. I am gay. I have AIDS. I'm new in town!

Remus: Silence! BLAH!

Remus: Shut up, you're all gonna die! Street smarts!

Remus: Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you?!

Remus: I lived like a goddamn ninja turtle.

Remus: This guy killed three people, and yet you'll watch it and you'll go "I like this guy!"

Janus: Anyone who's seen my dick and met my parents needs to die.

Janus: No! In fact, we're gonna frame you for murder, and you're gonna go to jail for 30 years!

Janus: *asked if he killed Princess Diana* Oh! No, um. . . It was so long ago, uh, who knows what happened in that dark tunnel on that Paris evening.

First of all, I don't know why everyone is so vehemently hating on Jared right now. I don't know if it's a long time coming, if people have always hated him, or if it's a more recent thing. I won't comment much on that, simply because I'm confused here, and if someone is willing to fill me in (not condescendingly, please), then I might end up changing my mind.

First of all, good on Jensen and Danneel for making a SPN prequel if they want to. Personally, I doubt I'll ever watch it, mostly because we already know John and Mary's story (Cupid made them fall in love, they hated each other before that, Mary dies when they're babies, John is kind of a terrible father, etc), and if I want more SPN content, it's to get a better ending for the brothers and for Dean/Cas. Still, happy for Jensen and those looking forward to it.

It seems as though Jared has been basically cut out entirely, not just by Jensen, but the rest of the cast and crew. Someone said it had to do with Jared's pranks and jokes that wasted time and money, and could've hurt or humiliated people. This isn't okay, obviously, if it was this extreme, but from panels and blooper reels, I was under the impression Jensen participated in just as many pranks as Jared? That was kind of their thing, right? Like, they were known for that.

Also, in panels and blooper reels, people laugh along and joke with them, so if no one ever said "that wasn't funny, that went too far, please stop," how were they supposed to know any different? I've had this happen to me, where I think I'm fine with a person, only to find out they dislike me, and I would've rather known from the start than believe they liked me the way I liked them. It feels like a betrayal, and if no one talked to Jared about these things, or if he just plain didn't know, then he's likely feeling the same thing.

I'm sure Jensen has his reasons for not letting Jared in on this, or including him in the show. As a creator and a grown ass man, he's well within his right to do that. As someone who has shared the screen with Jared for fifteen seasons, who had put as much time and energy and love into Dean as Jared has with Sam, as two people who have been through so much together these past 15ish years, that was a shitty thing to do. I'm not hating on Jensen or Danneel, I'm not gonna send them death threats or call them out or treat them like shit (because I'm not a literal child), but from the perspective of coworkers, that just wasn't cool.

People are upset that Jared is responding publicly. Well, he found out publicly. If Jensen didn't want a response from Jared like this, he should've told him privately. As the person introducing the show and the one excluding Jared, it was his job to decide how to present this and handle things, however they'll end up being handled. It's not Jared's fault he found out like the rest of us, and I don't see anything wrong with him being publicly upset about it, because I think he's well within his right to do so.

Do I think say "et tu, brute?" is a bit dramatic? Yes. Am I gonna laugh at him, gaslight him, make him feel like shit for caring? Fuck no. He put as much into this show as Jensen did, and was basically ignored and written out. Again, I don't know what's going on with the two of them, or why they've fallen out. That's their business.

And I love Jensen. I really do. I think he's incredible and creative and really, really good at his damn job. But between he and Jared, I think Jensen is being the bigger child here. Maybe he did speak to Jared on his own at some point, but it really feels like he didn't. Instead of including his coworker in something they both have equal, full rights to be a part of, he never deigned to mention it to Jared, and left him to find out about this like the rest of us, which is not fair. It looks to me like instead of being an adult and confront his issues and be the bigger person, he decided "no, I don't wanna deal with this like an adult, I wanna deal with it like a high school student" and then just full sent it.

And as the creator of this new show, Jensen can do what he wants. He isn't technically obligated to include Jared in a professional capacity. That doesn't mean there were WAY better ways to handle this. I disapprove of how Jensen managed this whole thing, but whatever, really.

The rolling fields are always tall and yellow, in the middle of summer and the dead of winter. No one ever remembers seeing them tended to, and children aren’t allowed in the fields at midday. That’s when all the children go missing. Your best friend’s twin sister went missing from the fields six years ago, and no one has seen her since, though your best friend insists he hears her early in the morning.

Mrs. Perkins lives on the edge of town, off a path into the woods. If you go visit her, she’ll put a necklace over your head and give you tea and treats. She’ll tell you a story, the fire crackling no matter the time of year, but you never hear the end of the story. When you wake up, you’re in your backyard. Mrs. Perkins’s house isn’t there anymore, and the necklace is gone. You don’t know how her story ends, but you know it ends sour.

Your grandfather is sick. He’s been sick for a long time. Everyone keeps saying “Any day now,” and any day seems to last forever. Your parents take you to visit him every Sunday to say your final goodbyes. He smells of chemicals and his skin has a yellow tint. You don’t want the talisman he offers you, but it’s rude to refuse a gift from your elders. You’ll just add it to your collection.

There’s a little yellow house on the end of Cherry Lane. You walk past it on your way home from school, and you admire the identical roses and immaculate front lawn, though you never see anyone tending to them. Sometimes you see a little girl in the upstairs window, staring at you. You wave every time, just in case. One day, she waves back. You never see her again.

The old train tracks have long since been forgotten and abandoned, with rusted rails and rotted wood. Even so, no one goes near them, for fear of feral dogs or children. One day, Aiden Zimmerman’s dog goes missing. Everyone goes looking for it. You find its body by the tracks. It had been hit by a train.

Mrs. Priestly spends all her time in front of the grocery store. No one ever sees her come or go, and she’s never found anywhere else. Her lipstick is always smeared onto her teeth, and her gray hair is frayed and messy. She always stands hunched, probably because of her bad back, but she never stops smiling, even though you can tell she’s in pain. One weekend, you go to the grocery store with your mother in the morning. Mrs. Priestly is there, her hair brown and her face young again. Her eyes are wild and her voice is desperate. Your mother tells you to ignore her. She can’t be helped.

The school is always sweltering, especially in the warmer months. Flies can be found in every classroom, as well as the dead eyes and droning voices of the teachers. They wear the same clothes every day, and their cars never leave the parking lot. Yesterday, Mr. Gilligan disappeared and was replaced with a new teacher no one’s ever seen before. She seems excited to be here. It won’t be long before she settles in.

There’s a test in Ms. Marvolo’s class. You don’t have a class with her this year, but your best friend does, and he sounds worried. No one makes a sound on days Ms. Marvolo schedules a test, so when Ivy Pearlman starts screaming and crying, it can be heard from anywhere. No one goes to console her, so she stays there all day, and is gone the next. She’s in your best friend’s class. When you ask him what happened, he refuses to talk about it. No one sees her again, though sometimes you can hear her on days Ms. Marvolo schedules another test.

So I'm going through my old documents of when I wrote fanfiction of band members, back when I was like 13 maybe, and it's actually not too bad, aside from I don't ship real life people anymore cause it's too cringey for me.

And in this particular story, the teacher puts the class into groups, and one of the groups is Brendon and Ryan (I was likely planning on this being a ship later on). Anyway, here's what I wrote - this is the teacher talking btw.

"No, Brendon, you can't work alone, that's not how a group works. And no Ryan, you're not allowed to leave and start up your own group."

I mean, the absolute SHADE my eighth grade self was throwing on these boys! I was just reading and then it hit me and I was like DAMN I WAS SALTY ABOUT SOMETHING

I've been deeply inspired by @sparkingstoryinspiration and their prompts that come in sets of three. I'm using some of these prompts to write stories to family members as birthday and holiday gifts, and I've decided to contribute some of my own. As usual, I'll be tagging my own posts with my username, and these specifically will also be tagged as "three set prompts" and "sets of three," which should help you find some of the prompts that inspired me.

So, without further ado, here are nine, three-set prompts of my own! Tag me if you decide to write something, I'd love to read it!

A student, a blind woman, a cauldron

A fur coat, a downpour, bruises

An astronaut, a fish, late-night snacks

A snowglobe, a talisman, a monster

A lake, a confession, a full moon

A white dress, a storm, inexplicable events

A crumbling staircase, croaking frogs, a pebble

An abandoned house, owls at night, broken china

An outstanding fee, a promise made too soon, shadows