biblical plague

The Current State Of Teen Wolf

Liam: Depresso Espresso

Scott: Trying to leave home but god slapped him up side the face with some biblical scale plagues instead.

Lydia: About to move across the universe

Malia: Wants some French dick

Hayden: Plopped into the afterlife where written off characters go.

Stiles: Has been reminded of how much he loves Derek

Theo: Truck dwelling demon babe

Mason: Rambled his way into 3 more boys hearts

Corey: Likes the idea of Liam studying with him and Mason

Brett: Wants to make Liam “explode”

Derek: Under watch for murder

Fans: Where the frickity frack is Thiam at yo


None of us knew then how resourceful you are. Bats were everywhere. It was as if you’d called a biblical plague down upon the city and while Gotham’s so-called finest scrambled for cover, you made your escape. I’d never seen anything like you before. You were positively supernatural. I was transfixed. In one amazing moment, a whole new world of possibility had opened up before me. It wasn’t the cape or the cowl that inspired me; although the idea of a masked alter ego obviously intrigued me. No, it was something more fundamental. 

You’d taken everything the G.C.P.D had, and you not only survived, you triumphed.

Catwoman vol.2 #94

So, I watched the new Ducktales episodes and I’m calling it now, Della Duck isn’t dead but is trapped, (permanently as far as the characters know) in some ancient tomb or magical bubble universe or alternate dimension and will eventually be rescued from it by the children.

And when that happens, tumblr will collapse under the sheer weight of “the author of the journals…my sister!” jokes that will flood the internet like a biblical plague.

Favorite Destiel Moment Part 1 ** Celebration Edition **

As promised, (with a day or three of delay) another favorite Destiel moment for your consideration and my amusement.

This is an official and delayed celebration for 200+ followers.

I really don’t understand how this happened. I’m Truly amazed and very grateful that you let me in on your dash to contribute to feed your Castiel, Dean and Destiel needs. Really thank you.

This should be a straight (no pun intended) gifset about a particular scene that I enjoyed in Supernatural of this two. But it turns out I will divide it in two parts, because this is too much to process in one post (even if this one is larger than life).

The first part as follow, is a regular “walk through" the scene, from my personal perspective (and a proof of how the whirlwind known as Destiel is messing with my sanity).
As usual, I want to comment about my re-discovery of this ship in this particular scene and how I enjoyed while making the edits.

The second part is a rediscovering of a constant internal debate that maybe everybody that ships Destiel can be caught into. (specially if you read smut) Inside our beloved ship, this issue has started numerous discussions and probably divided us when is time to choose between:

Bottom!Dean - Top!Cas
Top!Dean - Bottom !Cas

So, expect for tomorrow the second part of this brief scene, but with long implications that I couldn't avoid to cut in two parts. So those who are not interested in such sinful and impure implications, can only focus on this fluffy post.

Again, to whomever is reading this and decided to follow me, thank you very much.

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The Third Man
SPN 06X03

To remind you about this episode, Sam is soulless, and this is the scene of the return of Castiel to the series since Sam went to hell.
Because of this case involving biblical plagues, Dean makes the suggestion that they have to contact Castiel. Sam explains to Dean that he already try that a year ago since he returned from hell, but Cas didn’t answer any of his prayers. So Dean (I wonder why),is keen and more than eager to immediately pray and make contact with him.
So he starts the pray, like this:

Now I lay me down to Sleep, I pray to Castiel to get his featherly ass down here.

Because I can, and for demonstrative purposes, I intentionally Slowed the frames of Dean’s smirk when he thinks about and mention Castiel’s ass.
This was an important discovery for me, because it’s the first time I noticed this with my Destiel goggles.
But thinking back then,  the principal hint should had been: Why Dean will mention Castiel’s ass, as the first thing that he will like to get down?
So this time I tried to “observe” this scene as any other Supernatural fan will do, and just enjoy the episode without such goggles.
Flashing back to this first curious observation, maybe many bros use this language when they miss each other, and the solicitations of their bros’s ass, is a common and affectionate way, of saying I miss you bro.
Returning to Dean’s requests for Castiel’s ass prayer to ask for Castiel’s presence despite Sam´s disbelief. He took his time in this prayer asking for help to solve this case.

The detail of Dean praying will be the main focus of the second part, so here you have what happens after Dean prays.

Sam: Like I said, The son of a bitch doesn’t answer (sounds of wings as classical hint of Castiel’s arrival) He’s right behind me isn’t he?

Pay no attention to his idiot face we talk about it in the second part.

You have to admit, the face of Sam is priceless and the way he looks at Dean like accusing him of something. But Dean is cool, just answering with another smirk.

After Sam continues bitching about why Cas didn’t answer when he called him. Dean is like.

Sam: You like him better or something?
This is Cas while Sam ask this question

Yes, the frames are slowed where he casually lick his lips, like any bro will do if his brother ask him: What is so special about my bro being you bro for you?
Other thing to notice here is how Cas doesn’t make eye contact with Dean. Why should he? He know exactly how the eyes of his bro look like.
The follow is a milestone for Destiel. Oh yes, the profound bond scene.

But bro Dean is unimpressed and still cool. And bro Sam is like, wait what?

Then, Dean gives to Cas the speech about how Sam Took one for the team by going to hell (the only thing he can give to him, speeches ;)) , so he should come down and talk to him. This is Castiel while Dean is talking.

And the first eye contact combo with lips licking, as we know is as a common custom between bros. Then Sam insist with his interrogatory about how he returned from hell, and maybe because of this we can enjoy Sassy Castiel (edited to avoid conflicts with another ship).
First with the answer he gives to Sam:
- What part of I don’t know escapes your understanding?
And then maybe because Dean, very well assured about the Profound Bond he is like.

Yes, another mention of his ass, and watch the look Cas gives to Dean, when he listens to the orders by the other extreme of his profound bond. So Dean keeps pulling the bond to his end.

And then Sassy Castiel appears quickly to clarify he don’t take no orders from his bro, no matter how profound is their bond.

I would say this is the first newlyweds fight scene of the season.
Here we can see how two bros have a mature conversation about important and relevant stuff.

So you can see here how Dean´s heart is broken by his husband bro, because he pulled the strings of the profound bond too tight for Cas´s comfort.

Here is his face in detail because I like how Cas put him on his place.

And that is the first part of this Favorite Destiel Moment, that had everything I enjoy about this two bros. Obviously in the second part I would explore the profound bond and try to give some comfort to those who sail our ship, and prefer that the wind blows in direction of Bottom!Dean (no pun intended ) 

Again, and again thanks to all my followers for read this and feel free to send me your suggestions so we can dissect another precious interaction of this bros that are killing me softly every time this exchanges occur. 



Nobody (Part 2)

Plot:  Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky.  Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU

Warnings: mentions of past torture/imprisonment

Words: 1444

A/N: Italics used for Russian translations to English. This part is Bucky and Nat’s encounter with the reader from Bucky’s point of view.

Bucky’s POV

They hadn’t been expecting this Ural Mountains hidden base to be so heavily guarded.  Steve’s intel had indicated that it would’ve been relatively abandoned considering its proximity to the Dyatlov Pass.  Nat had told him about the dead hikers from the 50s and he couldn’t deny that the details had caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.

However, the pair had descended upon the heavily armed Hydra base like a biblical plague, smiting anything in their path.  The Black Widow was a force to be reckoned with as she seemingly flew through the stone corridors leaving dead and sentries in her wake.  Bucky was glad not to be the one on the receiving end of one of her signature thigh choke holds.  Natasha Romanov was appropriately named “Black Widow”; beautiful but deadly.

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The banes of nursery work:

-Powdery Mildew.

- Botrytis + annuals.

-Spiders. Spiders everywhere.

- You will never have clean fingernails again.

-Plants that throw tantrums and drop half their leaves because you moved them ten feet (I’m looking at you, ficus.)

- The way vines always want to hold tendrils with one another and you have to constantly pull them apart. Ugh. Go get a private garden!

- Those spontaneous gnat clouds that engulf you when you water stuff on a hot day.

- Kinks in hoses.

- Multiple kinks in hoses. “Still no water?! But I just untangled–oh, for the love of–”

- Wet socks.

- Japanese beetles coalescing in biblical-plague proportions, then making a feast of and having giant orgies on those roses you’ve worked so hard to maintain. And all you can do is sit and watch them be devoured while you wait days for the IPM guy to show up, because everybody else is having the same problem.

*deep breath*

- Evergreen sap, slug slime, and other assorted substances you can’t seem to wash off your hands even though you’ve been scrubbing at the sink for five minutes.

- New cuts and bruises on a daily basis.

-Tagging roses and barberries. (see above)

-Constantly fighting the urge to repot plants that are rootbound because it would affect the price.

- Having to throw away plants that you still see potential in.

- Worst of all: Rude customers. It only takes one to ruin a day. I’ll take anything listed above over a mean customer.

Some of it may be hormones, but I honestly think that part of why you apparently get “moody”/“emotional” around your period (if you do at all) is just having a much lower threshold for bullshit when you have headaches, a backache, and cramps, your gastrointestinal system is staging a mutiny, you get so much acne your forehead looks like Deadpool under the mask, and on top of all that you have blood coming out of your vagina. (In the words of Key & Peele, that’s some Biblical plague shit, y’all.) There is only so much a person can take while all that is going on.

jaymictheunyielding  asked:

So what are your opinions on the three new gods? The locust seems out of place, but at least we get a Serqet and a Khepri, even if they are in odd colors.

I’m pretty sure the locust is a reference to the Biblical plagues of Egypt, which, to be fair, is very much adhering to the “public perception of ancient Egypt” shtick. (I don’t know if this was confirmed or denied by anyone yet - I’ve been out of the loop because I’m frightfully busy with my internship.) Despite, or possibly because of that, I’m not a big fan of the locust god.

I do like the Serqet and Khepri idea; but I’m iffy about using protective and solar symbolism respectively for gods who are destructive forces. I am not, however, entirely sure the scorpion god is indeed based off Serqet - would it not make more sense for it to be a reference to actual scorpions, which were a pest and a source of danger in ancient Egypt?

The latter idea applies to the locust god as well, which only leaves us with the scarab god. The scarab is one of the quintessential symbols evoking Egypt and it wasn’t exactly a dangerous creature/insect, so either above logic doesn’t apply to all three of these new gods or I’m wrong in my assumption about destructiveness being the driving force behind the design of these gods.

there was a beetle in the chemistry computer lab, so i caught it in my (empty) water bottle and was gonna release it

so i opened a less-used door to the outside, right, because it was closer



on the downside: raining spiders

on the upside, i’ve been under a lot of academic stress lately, and this really helped put it all in perspective. no matter how many deadlines i have rapidly approaching, at least it’s not raining spiders

Croatoan - Part 2

Word Count: 2792

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, injury

Series Rewrite Masterlist

Sam leaned against the counter in the lab, staring at Mr. Tanner’s body. He started pacing the room nervously as Dr. Lee was checking something under her microscope. “Huh.” She said.

“What?” Sam asked.

“His lymphocyte percentage is pretty high.” She explained. “His body was fighting off a viral infection.”

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staticcatfish  asked:

I love your art, and your brand of humor so much! hardcore loving your ML fancomics!

So far my brand of humor has established the following canon:

- Alya is a unicorn

- Adrien needs his face surgically reconstructed

- Marinette is a stone-cold killer

- Chloe is being power-hosed out of the Parisian asphalt

- Gabriel has the observational skills of a lamp post

- Mr. Fu is in charge of brand management

- Lila is fucking dead

- Sabrina is the Zodiac Killer


Destiel Fic Recs

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Every Living Thing

36,144 Words

Jeezus. Put down whatever you’re doing and read this. Eerie and flat out amazing, I didn’t even realize it until I stopped reading, but I legitimately felt like I was in the story. Not in the usual way either. I was actually somewhat frightened for my life. It’s not horror, more of a take on biblical plagues. Really, an amazing read I’m not likely to forget.

Askance’s summary

When a pair of hunters on the eastern coast witness the arrival of a very disturbing omen, it isn’t long before the news hurtles across the country, piquing the interest—and fear—of people everywhere. In a matter of days, the new, safe world that Sam, Dean, and Castiel have been inhabiting is flipped upside-down. Something enormous is coming—and this time, it’s something they can’t fight.

Faced with rapidly diminishing prospects, holed up in a tiny, empty Nebraska town, they are forced to confront fears, secrets, and emotions that might have otherwise never seen the light of day. It seems every story must end somehow, and the only thing that remains to be done is to make the most of what little time they have left.

Das Mervin, Mrs. Hyde:

The Writing On The Wall Series

~550,000 Words (ongoing)

Ok, this right here is my all-time favorite. These two are amazing with their work. A lot of Destiel fics are cute, but completely unrealistic in how they get together. This work is as close to canon-compliant as you can get (they started this series a while ago and have actually predicted events that occurred in the TV series). It starts at the end of Season 6 and features human Cas. Basically Bobby, Sam, Dean and Cas living at Bobby’s, but so much more. I’m honestly in love with this series and drop everything the second they update. Dean and Cas’ relationship is beautiful here and true to both their actual personalities. 

Some of their summaries:

-The writing was on the wall—and now Dean just had to try and understand it. A Post-Season Six alternate universe, going a different route from what happened in Season Seven and exploring a long and difficult relationship between Dean and Castiel. Canon-compliant up through the finale of Season Six, with some Season Seven thrown in.

-Cas copes—or rather, doesn’t—with guilt and his new humanity. Bobby and Sam try to help him deal, and Dean is still hiding.

Gabriel, Stand By Me:

Twist and Shout

97,556 Words

Almost everyone in the fandom knows this one, and I will be 100% honest, do not read this unless you WANT to cry. I know, you think I’m exaggerating, I thought that about what other people were saying. Trust me, I’m about as stoic as they come. In fact, before Twist and Shout I had been considering the reality that I had misplaced my tear ducts, but damn did they come back with a vengeance when I read this thing. Chapter 11 left me a sobbing mess and I don’t think I’ll ever be completely the same. I can’t listen to Elvis anymore. That being said, it really is a terrific read, just only do so if you’re ready to: cry, change, frantically slap the skip button whenever Elvis comes on.

Here’s how they describe their heart wrenching terror (I’m not going to lie, I had a tear in my eye just re-reading this damn summary, wtf did they do to me?) :

What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality is especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Stand By Me:

Stand By Me is one of those authors that a) if they haven’t already been published, they damn well should be. b) you just want to stand near in the hopes that their talents will even barely rub against your consciousness. I don’t have the words to describe what Stand By Me does with words, but I wish I did!

The Angle of Repose

45,035 Words

A fic about mining… mining. Seriously? If you told me I’d fall in love with a mining fic I’d ask you who you were because I definitely don’t know you or vice versa, yet here we are. I’m not surprised I end up loving it though. This author could probably write about peoples’ bowel movements and it’d still be awesome. An eerie story with a beautiful relationship between Dean and Cas. Bonus points to Sam and Jess who just work so perfectly. Not my favorite of Stand By Me’s works, but definitely worth the read.


By the year 1972 the State of Kentucky had produced over 100 million tons of bitumionous coal. When Castiel, the new continuous miner operator at the Venus coal camp’s no. 6 mine, begins to sense something strange is happening underground, the lines between the possible and the impossible begin to blur, and Dean may be the only one who is willing to believe him.


All Things Shining

141, 906 Words

Road Trip with Sam, Dean, and Cas. Hauntingly beautiful prose and a ridiculously refreshing plot, I don’t think I’ve ever read something quite like it, though the bones are the same.


Something in the world is waking up.

It isn’t long before it’s brought to the attention of the Winchesters and Castiel: miracles are spreading across the country, the paranormal seems to be shrinking back on itself—and it all has something to do with the missing prayer book of a traveling preacher who died over a century ago.

Dean is convinced it’s all the lead-up to another Apocalypse; Sam and Castiel aren’t so sure. Regardless, it sends them out on a less-than-typical road-trip, following the Mississippi and remnants of a very old story that seems increasingly to call to them. And along the way the trio learn much more about themselves—and the consequences and origins of love—than they’d ever have anticipated.



300 Things

76,863 Words

I just really loved this story. The writing doesn’t make me want to frame the prose in my living room or anything, but the characters are just so real and the relationships between Sam, Cas, and Dean are heart warming.


Dean’s life at twenty-four makes him feel like he’s forty—he works two jobs to help pay bills for his house and put his genius little brother through private school, and has spent six years (on and off, let’s be honest) working on his mechanical engineering degree at KU. With so much of his life devoted to his family, Dean has little time in his schedule for class and no time for social interaction. Then, while getting his classes together for the fall, he finds himself in a do-or-die situation: He must take his last literature class now, his spring already filled with those left for his major…except that none of the English classes will fit his schedule.

This is how Dean grovels and begs Dr. Castiel Milton to make a special arrangement for him, and Dr. Milton does.

anonymous asked:

Do you know the show supernatural? ya know the one that has a gif for everything? Could you do a slight crossover for a 10k imagine were the reader is an angel but they don't believe her still she gets shot and is like 'meh' and tells them that it's a biblical plague.

When they found you, you were nearly dead. Your body could heal itself, but it had to way to fight against hunger. That was something it couldn’t fix. The group found you, brought you back, fed you.  

Then things got messy.

Being a fallen angel was hard before.

Now, with the zombies, it’s even worse.

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The Path

Who would have thought the end of the world was caused by fish? Tuna fish, to be exact. It’s far-fetched to think, honestly. A fish consumed by billions all over the world brought humanity to its knees with a gut-punch. 60% of the population: gone within a week. Another 30% in the six months following it. 

All because of tuna. Tuna infected with a parasite. A parasite that morphed and evolved to infect humans who consumed it. The little worm worked its way through the body up towards the brain and nestled comfortably into the frontal lobe. 

Initially, it just caused mood swings. Irrational thinking. Then, it morphed into something more sinister. The infected person’s eyes would slowly begin to change; their pupils and irises growing so large that the whites of their eyes would disappear, leaving them with eyes of those like a dead fish. Then, the stench came. It was embedded in their bones. No amount of scrubbing, perfume or bathing could get rid of that rotting fish smell,. Their skin became cold and scaly…Then, the attacks began. People minding their own business, going about their lives with the thought of a “new illness” in the back of their minds, suddenly gripped by the shoulders and having their throats ripped out by these madmen. These sick people. Some would survive the attack, only to become mad like the ones that initially attacked them less than a day afterwards. And it spread. Rapidly. Panic and pandemonium became rampant. 

The governments of the world couldn’t stop it. They tried, of course. Putting their countries under Martial Law. It didn’t do any good. The best scientists and doctors in the world couldn’t even begin to comprehend the epidemic they had on their hands. They were too late when they realized that it was spreading by eating the infected fish or by saliva entering the blood stream.

The port cities were hit first and also hit the hardest. Cities with millions of people, gone, replaced by these infected, dead-eyed shells of humans and it quickly worked its way across the globe like a biblical plague. By the end of the first year, 90% of the world’s population was wiped off the planet; either infected or dead.

All because of a bad batch of tuna….


Imogen sighed heavily and glanced up at her partner’s broad back with poorly-veiled annoyance.

“How much farther?” she asked, words coated in disdain. 

Her partner sighed softly and glanced over his shoulder back at Imogen, his cold eyes boring into her’s.

“We get there when we get there,” he replied gruffly, his voice thick with a Kentucky drawl.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Caleb. We’ve been walking through these fuckin’ woods for the last three fuckin’ days,” she chided, “Do you even know where the fuck we’re going?”

Caleb let out a long breath.

“Yes. I do. Now, can it or you’re gonna bring the Infected onto us,” he snapped. 

Imogen huffed and adjusted the straps of her backpack.

“How?” she prodded, “You’ve been here before?”

Caleb replied with a curt grunt.

“What the fuck does that mean?” she prodded.

He didn’t answer.

“Use your wooo-” Imogen was cut short as Caleb swung out his arm, causing her to run into it.

“Hey, what the fu-”

“Shut it,” Caleb ordered, readying his handgun, his eyes staring straight ahead.

“What the fu-” she started again before she realized what had caught Caleb’s attention so quickly. 

A house. In the middle of the woods. It was more like a cabin, actually. It reminded Imogen of the ones up in Northern Minnesota before the Outbreak.

And it looked like some one was living in it.

“What the fuck are we gonna do?” she whispered, her eyes wide in disbelief and fear.

Their answer came as soon as those words left Imogen’s mouth.

So for those of you who don’t have those kinds of acquaintances in your social media feeds, Burning Man is going on right now.

And the news is, this year the Black Rock Desert, the location chosen for the festival specifically for its inability to support any kind of life, has been afflicted by giant swarms of multiple kinds of smelly, biting insects.

That was the news two days ago at least. The news I’m hearing from my Burner friends today is that the festival is now afflicted by giant swarms of rodents and bats, come to eat the bugs.

Burning Man is being scourged by biblical plagues.

2015: It’s Happening™