call out the dead

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Ceilidh group are fuckin out of tune resin your fuckin bows

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

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Kiss the Girl

Summary: Literally based on The Little Mermaid’s “Kiss the Girl,” Bucky develops a crush on you after seeing you in various of Tony’s soirees, but is too shy to go up to you. 

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up. Hope you all enjoy. This is fluffy af.

Originally posted by adoroituoigrovigli


“It’ll be fun!” Tony had said. And honestly, Bucky felt like punching him, just breaking his nose, or bruising him enough in such a way that he would never suggest this to Bucky again.

How could a room full of drunk, screaming people could be fun? Bucky grimaced, as yet another girl sidled up to him and batted her eyelashes at him. He shook his head and gave her a polite smile.

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  • JJ: *exists*
  • Yurio: What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

fred and george send howlers to each other with copypastas inside

“What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you golden snitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Wizard Cops, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Death Eaters, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top spellcaster in the entire Wizard Cops. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Wizternet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the wizarding world and your location is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in duels, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Super Elite Wizard Cops and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.”

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🙄So we just finished another shoot and they called her again to postpone the competition, this is the 3rd time they did this btw so Na’na is getting a little annoyed at this point. Don’t mind her aggy face though, she won’t be like this for long. I’m gonna take her out for lunch because just like me, I know food will cheer her up, especially AUTHENTIC tacos and chicken rice bowls!!!😊 Have a good day baby’s!!!!!😘

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my aesthetic: the jonas brothers being unironically classified as pop punk

  • someone: "short"
  • Edward Elric: What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated as the youngest in my class on State Alchemy, and I've been involved on numerous secret raids on Drachma, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top alchemist in the entire Amestrian armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the Amestris and your address is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Amestrian Military and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Trans Lance Headcannon/Prompt*

*this is either going to be a multipart headcannon or a headcannon that I turn into a fanfic later*
-Lance and Keith went to the same high school before attending the garrison
-Lance and Keith were friends in high school before going to the garrison
-the reason Keith doesn’t remember Lance is because high school Lance hadn’t transitioned yet
-Lance doesn’t transition until a few weeks before going to the garrison
-Keith is so rude to Lance because he reminds him so much of a friend he had in high school named Lacey
-When Lacey suddenly disappeared Keith had assumed she had committed suicide since he knew Lacey was depressed
-Lacey’s depression was caused by dysphoria and he is now much happier as Lance
-Lance still gets dysphoria and he hides it by being obnoxiously loud and cracking jokes
-flash forward to being in space: Keith accidentally calls Lance Lacey because they just look so similar, he couldn’t help it (plus he really misses his friend)
-Lance breaks down into tears thinking that Keith has somehow found out and his calling him his dead name on purpose
-Keith freaks out because he’s never seen Lance cry like that and why does it hurt him so much to see Lance like that?
-Keith attempts to comfort Lance
-Keith apologizes and tries to explain that Lance looks so much like a friend he lost in high school
-Lance comes out to Keith and explains that he is Lacey
-Keith ends up crying because he missed his friend so much.
-Lance tells Keith that he understands if their friendship is ruined
-Keith tells Lance to stop being such and idiot because they still friends no matter what
- they both end up hugging while crying happy tears
(Sorry if that sucked, it’s my second headcannon ever so please don’t kill me)

(To check out more of my Trans Lance Works you can click on this link: https://pan-space-ranger.tumblr.com/post/160633723018/trans-lance-master-list )
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A Richonne Ranking: 40 Moments
[34] That Look – The Distance, 5x11

I would rate The Distance as one of the great Richonne episodes of the series. I love it dearly for the way it shows Rick and Michonne moving in and out of sync, and for the way comic and dramatic elements bleed into one another. Even within this single scene, that’s what we see. For much of it, Rick and Michonne’s body language suggests they’re on the same page (e.g. the way they move in time in the third and fourth gifs). The blocking firmly places Michonne within the Grimes family fold; every shot of Full Beard Rick posturing threateningly at their visitor has him fixed in front of Michonne, with the children beside them. It’s a little extra on Rick’s part to say the least - but, y’know, he’s terrified that his fam is under threat. Nevertheless, he’s being unusually macho even before the punch arrives. Never the best at first impressions.

As Aaron’s powers of persuasion work overtime to break down Rick’s heightened defenses, Michonne moves even closer to his side. They then have my favorite silent conversation they’ve ever had. It’s old marrieds. It’s partners in crime. It’s any fucking trope you want it to be. And then, with comical machismo, he consciously ignores Michonne’s silent advice and punches poor, sweet Aaron in the face. Oh, Richard. Given the dire straits Team Family are in, I’m going to put this down to a combination of extreme over-protectiveness and serious hanger. But you’re on a warning. Walking Dead 101: Michonne is always right. You’ll learn, babes. 

  • Andy: He’s on hyper alert and hyper vigilant at this time because of Terminus, and all of the people he’s met since the prison have either been dangerous, organized or brutal people – or a combination of all three. The whole thing with the punch is it’s nothing personal. It was a terrible call to bring a stranger into where they were staying, it’s bad protocol; all Rick is doing is saying to wait, start again, interrogate the guy and see who he is. I don’t think it’s important to Rick that he makes friends. He’s got all he needs around him.
  • Danai: They can talk to each other with a glance.
  • Denise Huth: Michonne is one of the few characters who can really call Rick out.

What if this is actually true?

I was thinking yesterday and I realised I never questioned how well Moriarty was able to sell his fake actor persona. Sherlock thought it was because of the key that’s able to break into every computer, but we know that that key doesn’t exist, so how was moriarty able to do it?

I definitely hated the reporter chick, but are you telling me she didn’t at least check out these shows and see if he was actually in them? And it took the police over two years to prove Moriarty was actually real. If all of these were fake I’m sure it would only have took them a couple of days. Or what Moriarty was actually an actor on the side in case this situation ever came up? 

No, I think Richard Brooke got the same deal as the cabbie. Maybe he was dying as well and in exchange for money he took up the persona of Moriarty.

So, who’s behind Moriarty? Mary, of course. She’s been orchestrating all of this from the beginning. Remember in the blind banker just before Shan was killed, she got a message from M and we assumed it meant Moriarty? Well, what if it was actually Mary?

It was Mary all along who wanted to burn Sherlock’s heart out. She made him into a fake and got him to take his own life. I do think that for a while there she actually believed that he was dead, but if Anderson could figure out he wasn’t dead then so could she. She called Mycroft and got him to tell the police and media that Moriarty was real and Sherlock is innocent, so he could come back.

So, I think she realised that killing him wasn’t the best idea anyway and decided to take something way more important from him, John. And boy did she try to break them up. Marrying him, then getting pregnant all that just to chain John to herself. 

Shooting Sherlock in HLV was a mistake, because she didn’t plan on him interrupting her. What Magnussen knew could have blown her whole operation apart and she had to stop him, but also couldn’t let Sherlock stop her.

And then in s4 we really saw her evil side. Saving Sherlock from a bullet and making John lash out at him trying to drive a wedge between them. Sending Sherlock to hell was just a little bonus.

This is it though. She ruined him and the possibility of John and Sherlock ever getting together. I mean look at her evil face. This was her plan all along.

But yet again she underestimated the love John and Sherlock have for each other and that they can always find their way back to one another. 

So, I think she was done waiting and just ended up shooting John. There’s no Eurus, it’s always been her and she put a bullet through John’s eye and Sherlock is the only one who can save him.

So yeah this is my theory, on the one hand i hate it cause it would mean moriarty is not real but i love him so much, but on the other hand it would reveal mary to be even more of despicable human being than we could have ever anticipated. 

Sorry if this has been talked about before, please do link me to other metas on this if you have any.

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​Prompt by the amazing: vividimagines


Walking in to the smell of a deluxe Big Belly Burger and fries, as well as the sight of your favorite shake should have been heaven. And, okay, it was a little bit. But even as you snagged one of the gorgeous fries, your eyes searched the room for your best friend.

“‘Fess up, Cisco. You only spoil me when you have something to apologize for. And dropping out conversation last night doesn’t merit all of this.”

His anxious smile wasn’t helping you feel any better.

“Speaking of that conversation…”

You felt that fry turn to ashes in your throat. You almost took a sip of the shake, but you knew it would sit like lead in your stomach right now with your apprehension levels rising.

“What about it?”

Stay calm. There was no reason to overreact. It could be anything. You shouldn’t jump to conclusions that Barry was dating someone else again, or had found out, or Wells had, or Caitlin, or anyone else.

“Well, Barry may have come by last night?”

That was a pretty good reason for him to stop replying. He’d probably had to put his phone away and just forgot about it.

“Okay…”

You still wanted to know where this apology was headed. Still were doing your best not to jump to any conclusions.

“He miiiight have startled me and wanted to know what I was laughing at,” Cisco started again. You could feel your cheeks flushing, and you picked up the shake after all to keep yourself distracted.

He’d been laughing at you? Ugh of course he had. You’d been waxing poetic about the scarlet speedster and it probably had been objectively a little funny. But it was still embarrassing.

“And what excuse did you give him?” 

“Umn.. that’s the thing.. he might not have believed me?”

You gave him a blank stare, waiting for your friend to just rip the band aid off already.

“And he might have seen my phone? Because I may have accidentally left it out on the table when he asked me?”

After several moments of you trying to convince your anxiety that you had to have misheard Cisco, the penny dropped.

“Francisco Ramon, you had better not be saying what I think you’re saying,” you threatened. If he was, then you were going to have to call out as dead.

“I.. yeah he might have, potentially, definitely saw your texts. That’s my bad. But I mean, you can’t be too mad at me. He was flattered! He thought it was cute!” 

You most certainly could be mad! But mostly, you wanted to fall into a hole and never have to face Barry again. 

“Having the object of your affections think you are ‘cute’ for liking them isn’t exactly the pinnacle of success, Cisco! That’s like being told that you’re a sweet kid.”

The traitor looked at you sympathetically even as he stole some of your fries and asked if you were going to eat your burger before it got cold. A scowl set on your face as you looked towards your ‘please forgive me’ meal. 

And froze as you actually focused on the burger this time, which had a post it on it with the note ‘For my biggest fan’.

Maybe you weren’t too mad at Cisco after all. 

You’re No Brother Of Mine.

Yeah. Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Sorry. Anon requested- Hey! I was wondering if you could write an imagine with this scenario, when Dean went to hell Sam went nuts ofc so he dropped their little sister (15/16 yo) in Bobby’s place and when Dean gets back he is pissed w Sam for what he did to you. You are also pissed and very upset w him, so one day he asks you what’s the matter and you explode and tell him how painful it was to be left by him and everything. I know it’s very specific but I would rlly aprecciate if you do it, can you also put fluffy?

Warnings- swearing, mentions of depression, also Sam’s kinda a dick for the first couple of paragraphs but he was high on the demon blood so that explains it.

A/N- I’ve kind of been stuck in a slump for the past week, so writing has been difficult for me but i’m feeling a bit better so i’m ready to write again!

FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS


Four months, it had been four months since Dean died, four months since Sam left you. You still didn’t understand why he left, at first you didn’t mind, you knew he needed his space after all he did witness his brother getting torn to shreds by a Hell hound. 

After a week of you staying at Bobby’s you became curious, you had rung and texted Sam numerous times but he never answered, your phone would always go to voice mail or it would just ring non-stop. After a month of silence you decided to try and track him, you tried to keep it a secret from Bobby, he thought you and Sam talked everyday, that’s what you told him. 

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"I was sitting in a restaurant by a glass window and saw you fall out of your car and stop moving. I call 911, then race over to see if you're dead. Turns out your laughing so hard at tripping that you physically can't pull yourself off the ground. And now the police are here and idk what to tell them" AU

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“You’re My It” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,475

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request:  Could you write one (or more) about Dean? Where the reader is Dean’s ex but she got pregnant before the broke up. And Sam or Cas see her and the kid one day and tell Dean, who gets drunk and shows up at her door (with a little help from sweet Cas)?

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Flashbacks are in italics.


You and Dean had officially been together for a year now, but unofficially, it’d been almost your entire life. You were Bobby’s daughter- you grew up together. There had always been something there.

A few years ago, when Dean was cured from being a demon, you were the first person he wanted to tell. That made him realize that he didn’t want to wait any longer. He wanted to be with you one hundred percent. He loved you. He had asked you to be his girlfriend officially last year.

You’re now standing in your kitchen, finishing up making dinner for your one year anniversary. It’s been a rocky road, and lately, it’s been worse. He’s been distant and gone more, and you admit that you’d grown more emotional and needy. It’s only because you’re pregnant, but Dean doesn’t know that yet. You’re planning on telling him tonight. All you want is a good night with your boyfriend, is that too hard to ask for?

No, it’s not. Which is why you’re busting your ass to make this anniversary perfect. You’re making his favorite dinner, rented his favorite movie, and even found the cutest way to announce your pregnancy. You’re sure he’ll take it well, and that he’ll be excited. His dad was a big part of his life, and one time when he got drunk he had told you that whenever he became a dad he was determined to be a better one.

“Y/N?” A voice came through the door, keys clinking together. Dean’s home.

“Hey babe, I’m in the kitchen!” You call out.

Dean comes into the kitchen, and he looks dead tired. You can see it in his eyes- he’s worn out. He’s stressed, but of course he doesn’t talk to you about it. He doesn’t talk to you about anything lately.

“Is this all for me?” His eyes widen, wandering around the room.

“Yeah, happy one year.” You kiss his cheek.

“Oh.” He furrows his brows. Your stomach sinks. Of course he forgot.

“You seriously forgot?” Your mouth drops a little, sadness filling your heart.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs. “Look, Y/N…”

“What?” You’re afraid of what he’s going to say. You’ve been feeling it coming for a while, you’ll admit. But now? Tonight? All you can do is hope that he doesn’t.

“I just… I don’t think this, us, is working. You know I love you, but I just think we need some time apart. There’s a lot of shit happening right now, with Lucifer and Chuck and Amara, I just… I can’t. I’m sorry.” Dean says, a look in his eyes you can’t quite read.

You’re silent. There it was. Those words you’ve been dreading.

“Okay.” You say quietly.

“I love you. I just need time.” Dean repeated.

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You’re now walking down the street of the mall, you’re favorite place to go. The mall in Denver was outside, which made it easier to not only enjoy the warm weather, but to push around baby Nina. She loved going on “walks,” which made it easy for you since you loved shopping.

After Dean broke up with you two years ago, you didn’t even bother telling him you were pregnant. If he was too stressed and busy to deal with you, the girl who’d practically been with him his entire life, he certainly couldn’t handle a baby. So, after you moved out of the bunker, you packed up and moved to a city you’d never even been to before- Denver. You moved into a small apartment, and got a decent job.

Baby Nina is now a year old, and she’s the cutest little thing. She inherited Dean’s looks, right down to the sparking green eyes. She’s beautiful.

You’re about to go into Victoria’s Secret when you see a man down the street staring at you intensely. He has brown hair and a…trench coat?

“Cas?” You say out, not believing your eyes. You haven’t seen Cas since who knows how long. It was before yours and Dean’s breakup, since he was possessed by Lucifer. Actually, now that you think of it, you have no idea how that turned out. He could still be Lucifer for all you know.

Cas is suddenly standing beside you, an unreadable expression on his face. You can tell by just looking at him that this was Cas, and not Lucifer.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you.” You hug him. He stands stiff, but wraps one arm around you after a few minutes.

“Who is this?” Cas looks down at the stroller at Nina, who is now sleeping peacefully.

“Oh. This…” You trail off. There’s no point in lying. “This is my daughter.”

“And she’s Dean’s?”

“Please don’t tell him.” You beg. “He left, it was his choice. He left me.”

“Y/N…”

“Cas, promise me.”

“I… I promise.” Cas sighs.

-

After the encounter with Castiel, you went back to your apartment quickly. That blast into the past was enough for you for the day. It brought back memories you thought you had put behind you.

Nina had just fallen asleep in her crib for the night, so you were finally free to do whatever. You walk into your kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. God knows you need one. You walk over to your living room, turning on the TV to watch whatever was on. Anything would do right now, you just wanted to escape your mind.

You were getting really into the trashy reality TV show that was playing when it happened. He showed up. There was a knocking on the door, and you didn’t even bother to look through the peephole. It was probably just your landlord.

You opened the door, and there he was. Dean. You hadn’t seen him since that night. He hasn’t aged one bit, if anything, he looks better. He looks younger, less stressed than he was before. He looked amazing. Of course he did. He’s Dean.

“Cas ratted me out, didn’t he?” You were the first to speak.

“Can I meet her?” He says quietly. You nodded, and let him inside.

You walk him into her bedroom, and he audibly gasps when he sees her. He walks slowly over to her crib, as if he walked any faster a bomb would go off. He takes her hand in his, and a soft smile grows on his face.

“She looks like me.” He whispers. It was dark in the room, but you could swear you saw a tear fall down his cheek.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna give you some time.” Your voice comes out shakier than you were wanting, and you exit the room. You walk over to your couch, and sit down shakily. You have no idea what you’re going to tell him.

A few minutes later, Dean comes out of her bedroom. He looks hurt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He says, sitting down next to you on the couch.

“I was going to. The night you left me.” You whisper. “But then after that… You couldn’t handle being a father. You were dealing with Amara, for God’s sake.”

“I’m so sorry.” He says, taking you by surprise. Why was he sorry? “I shouldn’t have done that. I let everything that was happening leak into my relationship with you. I messed up. This is all my fault. And now I have a daughter that I don’t even know because of it.” He choked out.

“Dean, its fine. I was mad at first, but seriously, I’ve let it go. I understand now.” You say truthfully.

“Y/N, I still love you, you know that right?” Dean says, a serious look on his face. “After everything was fixed, you were the one person I wanted to come to. But I thought that I couldn’t. I couldn’t face you, not after what I did. I’m hurting, Y/N, I need you. I need to be there for Nina.”

“Dean…”

“I love you so much. You’re it- you’re it for me. You and Nina. You’re my life now. Please, let me be here for you. If you can ever forgive me.”

“I forgave you a long time ago.” A weak smile on your face forms. “I love you too.”

Dean kisses you, so softly that you almost thought your mind was playing tricks on you. You bring your hands around his head, bringing him in closer. You missed this, you missed him.

“You’re my it, too, Dean.”