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Ghost is a bionic cat who has prosthetics as back legs. He’s real two-faced and managed to gain the trust of the exalted Skyclan, as well as Owlsong, who believes he works for her. He’s an informant and a spy, his only loyalties lie with Cleopatra and her exiled clan in the city, who plans to get take their territory. Ghost is real collected and cunning and rarely lets his calm expression slip. He holds himself with elegance and dignity, though sometimes gets too caught up in the moment

Stranger than Fiction (Part 4)

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Sam came across a book where the main character kills herself, but as one of the boys’ cases ends, they find someone who needs their help… not realizing who it is at first.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy the fourth installment of Stranger than Fiction!

Read Part One, Part Two, and Part Three 

Originally posted by devoiddean

Previously: “The books here in your world… The Supernatural series or whatever it’s called…” You brought up the book series and the brothers nodded hesitantly. Those books brought nothing but bad luck. “Well where I come from, it’s a TV show.”

“So you know about Jensen Ackles and Jared… Padaloosey.” Dean said, getting a bitchface from Sam.

“Padalecki.” You corrected.

“Gesundheit.” Dean said, causing Sam to roll his eyes.

“You know, you never told us your name.” Sam brought up, and you hesitated before answering.

“It’s (Y/N).” You said. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

Sam got lost in thought as soon as your name was said. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). The rest of the night was a slight blur as his mind was racing in overtime.

Next thing he knew, he was in his bed staring at the ceiling. Sam laid awake in disbelief, thinking over everything that had happened.

It couldn’t be her…. right? It was just an odd coincidence. Sam thought to himself. An odd coincidence that happened to come from an alternate universe right after I finished a book that ended right where she was found…

Sam sighed as he rolled over. “Just go to sleep.” He mumbled out loud. “She’ll be here in the morning.”

He tried to push you out of his thoughts. But no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept returning to the book sitting in his dufflebag. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). The main character. Sam rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. This was going to be a long night.

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funny how part of the reason i thought sherlock was just queer baiting before i first joined TJLC was because when i was like 14 moffat wrote asylum of the daleks where clara is like “when i was a teenager i went thru a bi phase lol” and the doctor and rory are like !!!!!!!

shit made me feel so humiliated bc i was still in my kinda embarrassing Whovian™ phase and i thought moffat thought of me as just another “typical” girl who says that they’re bi but doesn’t really understand who they are???????

it’s stupid bc it’s literally just one tiny scene but six years later im still kinda salty like……………….why did you think that was a good idea


Roma’s amusement vanished as the boy in front of her panicked, then quickly got serious. Must’ve been the alcohol.

Roma: What–

???: You have to help me.

Roma: Um. That depends.

He peeked outside of the front door and sighed in relief.

???: At least I’m on the right floor. Look–I just need a place to *hiccup* get sober. Ish. And my apartment is right across the hall, so it’d be easy to slip in. Just for tonight. Never again. I *hiccup* swear.

shoosh pap pap shoosh

The Hated Women of Fandom

Mary Watson wakes in a white room, sitting in a plastic chair. She’s surrounded by girls and women, some of whom are drinking heavily. There’s a banner hanging overhead, which reads Female Characters Anonymous. A redheaded teenage girl pats her on the knee.

“Don’t be frightened. We’ve been expecting you.”

“Where am I?” Mary asks.

The girl raises an eyebrow. “You don’t know?” She spreads her arms out. “This is the place where good female characters come to die.”

Mary frowns. “Oh, because I died in my show?”

Everyone laughs.

“Honey, I wish!” A woman with dark eyeliner calls out. 

“Ignore Lexa. She’s still angry about the bullet thing.” The teenage girl looks Mary up and down. “Then again, you would know something about that, wouldn’t you?”

“About what?”

“Oh, you know. Being killed off for drama. Or in your case, man pain.”

“Don’t get me started on that,” a woman to Mary’s right grumbles. She’s got bright red hair and a shirt that says Supernatural: Was it ever a good show?

“That’s Charlie. She had a good run until the writers didn’t know what to do with her.”

Mary, who’s starting to get an idea about where she is, shakes her head with a little laugh. “No, you must be mistaken. I was a good, strong character. I don’t belong here”

A few chuckles at that. Someone mutters, “I’ve heard that one before.”

The teenage girl gives her a sympathetic smile. “Have you taken a look at the fandom lately? They hate you. Always have.”

Mary frowns. “But–”

“I know it must be hard to understand at first, but let’s face it. You were an imperfect female character. You had flaws and a dark side, which would have been fine, if you hadn’t posed a threat to the Main Ship.”

A cold wind passes through the room. Everyone shudders. 

“The what?”

“Johnlock. The ship of an era.”

“Oh, that,” Mary says with a smile. “That’s perfectly fine! There’s no reason to hate me just because you ship Johnlock.”

“No, it’s not that. Some of the fandom, certainly not all of them, hate you because in their eyes, you’re the thing that’s blocking them from easy access to their ship. Trust me, I have experience with this.”

Mary squints at the girl. “Who are you?”

The girl smiles. “I’m Ginny Weasley.”

“Oh. Oh, dear.”

“Yup. I’m a bit of an old-timer around here. Boy, I cannot even begin to tell you the number of Drarry fanfics wherein I either cheat on Harry with Dean, turn into a monstrous bitch, or simply disappear altogether.”

“Don’t forget the ones where you start dating Neville for no reason!” A woman shouts out.

Ginny laughs a bit. “Those are usually alright. I have to go somewhere, right?”

Mary is starting to panic a bit. “I…I don’t think I understand.”

Ginny nods. “Don’t worry. There’s someone whom I think you should meet.” She pulls Mary to her feet and leads her towards a dark corner in the room. “This girl hasn’t been here for as long as me, but she’s certainly suffered worse. She not only got in the way of a Main Ship, but a canon Main Ship. And a straight one, at that. She’s been shat on, villainized, ignored, pretty much everything in the book. A true warrior of her time.”

Mary starts to get nervous as they approach this girl. She’s seated at a bar, head down on the counter, twirling a paint covered finger around a whiskey glass. 

When they’ve reached her, Mary clears her throat. “My name is–”

“I know who you are.”

“Oh. Well, who are you?”

After a moment’s pause, the girl downs the whiskey in one gulp, and slams the glass on the counter. She slowly turns to fix Mary with a battle-hardened stare. “My name, is Rachel. Elizabeth. Dare.”