Fun tidbit for the day, the Sunless Sea Soundtrack from failbettergames is incredibly good background music to write to. It’s got just enough of a calming sound to lull you into productivity like all good level up music, and right in the middle a knife edge of sinister intent to make you think something is coming up behind you so run type faster.
Alright, I love me some void!Stiles, and I just thought this was cute :D Does anyone want me to do like a smut? I’ve never posted one on here before because I never really thought I was that good at it, seeing as I’ve never experienced sht like that :P Anyway, let me know if you want me to do one :)
“Ok Y/N, you’re fine, you’re okay. No one’s going to kill you,” I muttered to myself, my grip tightening around the knife in my hand. I let out a shaky breath, peeking my head around the corner of the hospital hallway, silently cheering when I saw it was empty. I tiptoed down the hall, constantly looking over my shoulder and into the seemingly empty rooms, just incase someone popped up.
“Looking for me?” a sinister voice asked, making me whip around in fright, holding the blade up in front of me. I stared straight at ‘Stiles’, trying to stop the shaking in my hands. “You really shouldn’t be holding a dangerous weapon. You could hurt yourself.”
“Have you been following me?” I asked, stepping back slowly to put more distance between myself and the unpredictable fox.
“I always look out for my girl,” he smirked, stepping forward every step I took backwards.
“I’m not your girl!” I shouted, pointing the knife straight at him. “I’m Stile’s girlfriend, not yours!”
“Oh but darling, I am Stiles now,” he chuckled darkly, lunging forward and grabbing the knife, throwing it to the side. I began to panic, immediately turning around and sprinting down the hall, throwing open the doors. I continued to run through the hospital, wincing every time I heard his sinister laugh.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” I screamed, falling to the floor and clutching my head, tears streaming down my face.
“What if I don’t want to?” he appeared crouched in front of me, placing a cold but somewhat comforting hand on my shoulder. I flinched away from his touch, closing my eyes in fright.
“Please,” I sobbed, wrapping my arms around my torso in an attempt to comfort myself.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, making me look up in shock. “I would never hurt you Y/N. Never in a million years.”
“Why not? You’ve hurt everyone else, you’ve killed people! So what’s so special about me?” I asked, wiping the tears away with the sleeve of my sweater.
“You’re unbelievably perfect Y/N, and everything I’ve done, is to protect you,” he sighed, sitting down in front of me and taking my hands in his, thumbs rubbing over my knuckles.
“I don’t really appreciate you killing people for me,” I scoffed, relaxing slightly.
“If you don’t want me to kill anymore, then I won’t,” he smiled.
“Really?” I raised a brow. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” he nodded, standing up suddenly, holding his hands out to help me up.
“Y/N!” a sudden yell made me jump, ‘Stiles’ immediately pushing me behind him.
“Scott?” I asked, peeking around ‘Stiles’ arm.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Scott asked.
“She’s here because she wants to be,” ‘Stiles’ answered, his hand reaching for mine.
“Being here is dangerous Y/N,” Derek growled, appearing from around the corner. ‘Stiles’ tilted his head slightly, pulling me closer.
“Are you threatening us?” he asked, a warning tone evident in his question.
bamf team hartwin playlist: 1.i’m gonna do my thing / /royal deluxe 2.jungle / / jamie n commons 3.snap out of it / /arctic monkeys 4.i’m so sorry / / imagine dragons 5.seven nation army / /the white stripes 6.the bomb / / pigeon john 7. no wow / / the kills 8.sinister kid / / the black keys 9.bad blood / / bastille 10.ready aim fire / / imagine dragons 11.sedated / / hozier
television. pilot. bbc’s jonathan strange and mr norrell is my favorite show i’ve never seen because its plot, its aesthetic, and its whole raison is making something interesting (magic) incredibly boring by piling on a regency setting, academia, and early 19th century british nationalism.
thank you jesus another person who hated the movie. maybe if they didnt use mainstream actors and kept in the book it would have been 10x better
yeah they relied a lot on the actors to draw in the crowd (but i think they did fine picking people who at least looked somewhat like how the characters were described). i liked the movie before i read the book but after reading, i realized how much they really left out (i would accept it if the book was like, as thick as the goblet of fire but it wasn’t even that long). after the movie, i was left with so many questions (my number one was how the hell did gally even end up finding everyone at the end????) the book was a little slow at times, like i mentioned, but they literally made the movie super short for no reason…
It was always raining in the dream. Sam stood there, demon-killer in his hand, facing him down, tremor barely controlled. Bobby stood in a straight stance that wasn’t his normal stoop-shouldered gait. His eyes were jet black and while he still spoke the same, the smile that curled his lips was far too sinister to belong to Bobby Singer.
The boy lunged, and the Devil’s trap under their feet had no effect as Bobby just flicked his wrist and sent Sam sprawling hard to the ground. “Stay down.” The man that used to be Bobby said. But the younger Winchester was on his feet in a moment, trying to talk bobby down.
There really wasn’t much left of Bobby Singer. And what happened next proved it. The Demon’s hands flew to the side, blocking a blow that most men wouldn’t have seen, and again the younger Winchester was on his back, but this time he could feel the pressure of demon’s powers against him, squeezing his lungs making it impossible to breathe, and as the knife slid from his numb fingers he watched in Horror as the man he had called Uncle Bobby picked it up and drove it into his chest, and everything was darkness.
Bobby was sitting on the hood of the car Sam had been driving when the impala came to a stop, Sam still lay on his back staring up at the stars in the sky. A sinister smile on Bobby’s face.
A cascade of holy water brought him abruptly out of the nightmare that had had him screaming for the last hour or two, begging not to have to watch that, begging that he stop, or that he let him die. Bobby found himself tied up, bound to a chair and sitting in the middle of a devils trap he knew wouldn’t work. Standing in front of him was Dean Winchester.
He could barely remember their meeting, Dean had knocked him out and brought him here, to test him? to kill him, Bobby wasn’t sure. But Dean knew he wasn’t supposed to be topside.
Call it What you Want - Foster the People // The City - Ed Sheeran // Numb - Linkin Park // Shapeshifter - Local Natives // I am a Wicked Child - Radiohead // Time to Pretend - MGMT // The World at Large - Modest Mouse // Sinister Kid - The Black Keys // Handsome - The Vaccines // All the Cool Kids - The Orwells // Closer to the Edge - Thirty Seconds to Mars
Haven’t made a collage in a while so I made a black and white one. These aren’t all of my favorite bands because I have trouble finding B&W logos for some bands plus there’s no place to fit that many logos. Anyway here are the bands:
Agalloch (United States)
Carach Angren (Netherlands)
Abnormality (United States)
Allegaeon (United States)
Bloodshot Dawn (United Kingdom)
Carcass (United Kingdom)
Daath (United States)
Dark Tranquillity (Sweden)
Death (United States)
Deicide (United States)
DevilDriver (United States)
Dying Fetus (United States)
Fleshgod Apocalypse (Italy)
God Dethroned (Netherlands)
Heaven Shall Burn (Germany)
Incantation (United States)
Karybdis (United Kingdom)
Napalm Death (United Kingdom)
Omnium Gatherum (Finland)
Paths of Possession (United States)
Six Feet Under (United States)
The Black Dahlia Murder (United States)
The Duskfall (Sweden)
Bleed From WIthin (United Kingdom)
Whitechapel (United States)
Tyr (Faroe Islands)
As I Lay Dying (United States)
Bullet for My Valentine (United Kingdom)
Bury Tomorrow (United Kingdom)
Lamb of God (United States)
Rise to Remain (United Kingdom)
Blind Guardian (Germany)
Sonata Arctica (Finland)
Lacuna Coil (Italy)
Death Angel (United States)
Havok (United States)
Lost Society (Finland)
Pantera (United States)
Slayer (United States)
Traditional Heavy Metal/NWOBHM:
Iron Maiden (United Kingdom)
Judas Priest (United Kingdom)
^some of the bands may not belong in that genre but I don’t feel like putting only one band in one genre so…
I barely listen to any core bands but I’m just putting them there to let you guys know that my music taste sucks sometimes and some elitists may think that “All these bands are so popular, you’re a poser” but idc anymore. It’s not too late to unfollow.
*Please correct me if I made a mistake somewhere [except for the sub-genre part] I’m tired and sick so my brain doesn’t function very well*
We’ve always been a little confused by the concept of the initiation ritual. There are organizations all over the world where somehow proving your worth as a new member involves some kind of arbitrary, ridiculous and humiliating ceremony. They’re often disgusting, vaguely sexual and never have anything to do with your qualifications as a prospective member.
You could write off this sort of thing as the invention of drunken frat boys, but trust us: The weirdest rituals go way beyond that.
Yet another great admirer of my superior wit and sinister charm. I’m simply irresistible, aren’t I? Lucky for you, I’m fond of the letter ‘M’; but let’s be real here– title presentation is everything. How about Malicious Makronette?
“Dr. Eggman & Malicious Makronette Burn Orphan-Run Bakery to the Ground”. Ah, now that’s a name I could share a headline with! Also, let’s get a dog first. I like poodles.