he said his name was ed

Nosy Rosy Big Brother

Originally posted by oldbucksicle

Summary: Dean’s hit with a strong case of curiosity. Pure, uncontrollable curiosity that leads to him finding a treasure trove of nasty little things.
Paring: Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader (kinda), Implied Sam/Reader/Dean at the end
Word Count: ~2.5K
Warnings: FILTH. At this point it’d be easier to name what’s not in this fic, but I’ll name a few that are; smut (obvy), dirty text, nudey pics, sex videos of Sam/Reader, masturbation, anal play, anal sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, copious amounts of semen, Sam’s a big fan of creampies (both of the butt and vag variety), more masturbation, voyeurism, NSFW gifs just to really mess y'all up :)
a/n: aight don’t judge me but I only have one fic to post today bc school’s got me fucked up and has literally sucked my soul from my body. I’m still working on some of the requests you guys have sent in and other WIP’s as the mood/will to do anything but cry in a corner hits me (lol but I’m fine tho I swear) I hope you guys enjoy my contribution for Smut Appreciation Day 2017!

The first time Dean “snoops"—it’s by total accident. 

Sam had lent him his phone after Dean’s had been compromised on the hunt that they had just finished. Long story short; phone in pocket plus getting pushed into pool by werewolf equals no bueno. Dean pulled up the messaging app to shoot the hunter that been helping them out a text to let him know that everything had been squared away, but when Dean went to tap compose message, his thumb took a sharp left and ended up pulling up the messages between you and Sam. 

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let’s see

  • “Penguin is the only thing Nygma cares about” - Jim
  • Oswald knocking Ed out & putting on the hat. (which, was probably Oswald’s to begin with)
  • Oswald saying “I was getting lonely” to Ed when he woke up. 
  • “It was always one of your least attractive qualities, Oswald” so, Ed, did you have a rank of how attractive his qualities were.. or… 
  • Ed brings up love, AGAIN. Then proceeds to throw that whole thing in Oswald’s face. (who needs to get over it, Ed?….) 
  • Ed violently rips the hat off Oswald’s head and puts it on. (you are both children) 
  • Ed saying he loved “Goodbye, Oswald”.
  • Oswald telling Ed he knows him, with tears in his eyes. AND Ed’s face, when he said that. 
  • Then Oswald saying “you were the one time I let love weaken me” 
  • Oswald naming his club based on Frozen Ed being the centerpiece of it. (his heart is ice, and his heart is Ed)

Originally posted by rainovermyhead

Warnings: a fluffy ed, a jealous oswald, implied sex, vvvvv slight nygmobblepot

Prompt: B being strong enough to pin A down and A having to bear through every tickle attack.

A/N: I had way too much fun writing this. WHY IS THERE BASICALLY NO FANFIC FOR EDDIE LIKE???? rip 💚🐧


You smiled as you remembered last night’s festivities with Ed. You leaned over and pecked the base of your boyfriend’s neck, slowly trailing kisses to his lips. You began to whisper sweet nothings into his ear and noted that he was awake from the faint smile he had and his arm that was wrapped around your waist held you tighter. “Last night was fun.” You said softly in his ear while you ran your fingers through his deep chocolate brown hair. It was one of the things he loved so much.

“Mm- yes, it was.” He said in his a deep gruff morning voice. You melted right in his arms. His hand rubbed the small of your back, then traced over your sides. You squirmed with a giggle and Ed gave you a confused look, but it then turned into mischievous grin when realization hit him. Your eyes grew wide as he flipped you both over in one swift movement. You were looking up at him which was always a good thing. He pinned your arms above your head with one hand and you tired to squirm out of his grasp but he was way stronger than you which would come as a surprise to some people because he doesn’t exactly look like the biggest guy in the world. “You’re ticklish aren’t you, (Name)?” He asked with a hint of curiosity and mischief in his eyes.

“No..! That’s ridiculous.” You tried to play it cool but you’re a terrible liar. You knew this. Ed knew this. Literally everyone knew this.

“Oh really?”


“You should really work on your lying, sweetpea.”

With his free hand, Ed tickled your sides relentlessly and your face was getting hotter and hotter by the second from your laughter. Ed enjoyed seeing you like this, these were the days he cherished the most and if he could, he would spent his every waking moment like with you.

“No! Please! Eddie! St-St-Stop!” You felt the tears running from the corners if your eyes from your constant laughter and you squirmed trying to get away but there was no use. He stopped for a second letting you breathe.

“Edward, That was enough!” You pouted like a 6 year old.

“What was enough?” He grinned.

“You pinning me down and tickling me!Plus you didn’t even give me a chance to put up a fair fight.” You protested. You knew for a fact that you couldn’t take him down in a million years but it didn’t hurt to try. Ed threw his hands up.

“Fine, fine. This time we’ll have a fair fight. I’ll give you a chance to take me down.” He bargained with a raised eyebrow. You thought about it for a second and agreed with smile. The both of you got up from the bed and stared each other down.

“I’m ready whenever you are.” Ed said with a smirk.

“Confident are we?” You asked with a tiny smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Lil bit.” Ed shrugged with that same grin on his face. You rolled your eyes and ran at him and jumped attempting to knock him over but he caught you putting you over his shoulder. He spun a few time before gently slamming you on the bed and you giggled biting your bottom lip.

“Mm, you’re such a strong boy, Eddie.” You teased him and he looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Boy? But you were calling me daddy last night.” He chuckled darkly and pinned your hands over your head leaving you helpless.

“Did I say boy? I meant-” He cut you off by tickling your sides and neck.

“Ed! Edward-” You bursted out in laughter and Ed couldn’t help but to laugh with you. You were absolutely adorable.

“I’ll do anything! I’ll do anything!” You cried out through your laughter.

“Anything?” He stopped momentarily, letting you catch your breath.

“Anything.” You nodded.

Oswald just so happened to be walking past Ed’s room and heard muffled moans and whispers. Oswald, being the nosy person he is, pushed his ear against the door and was taken back to hear what he heard.

“Mmm, Eddie..” Oswald heard you moan. “(Name), that feels good,” Ed whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

Oswald’s eye twitched and he now had two choices: Burst in and bust you two for getting busy or leave you two in peace. Obviously he picked the first choice.

“UM EXCUSE ME BUT-” Oswald stopped mid sentence at the sight in front of him. You were on top of Ed, giving him a back massage.

“Oh my.” Oswald said. “Hi, Ozzie.” You gave him a small smile and a wave. Oswald returned the wave and awkwardly backed out of the room. “Bye, Ozzie.” You said simply and shrugged your shoulders.

“What just happ-” You cut Ed’s sentence off.

“I have no idea.” You laughed lightly and shook your head.

So this happened today!
Robin is such a sweetie pie!! Like. So sweet!

I mentioned I’m a Nygmobblepot shipper and how much I loved that 53 second staring scene in the last episode. He said I’d enjoy the rest of the season. And he said the next ep is his favorite in terms of Ed and Oswald interactions. Not exact words, because I was freaking out at the time and my memory sucks. But yes. Reeeeally looking forward to Monday’s ep!!!

Still can’t believe I actually met him…

13 Random Serial Killer Facts
  • Ted Bundy helped detectives by giving his perspective as a serial killer to help capture Gary Ridgeway, The Green River Killer.

  • More than 70% of serial killers experienced problems related to substance abuse. While only a few serial killers were actually addicted to alcohol and substances, many of them encountered them in their youth.

  • One of the most prolific serial killers in South American history (who claimed to have killed more than 300 young girls) was released on a $50 bail in 1998, and is currently free. His current whereabouts are unknown

  • David Parker Ray a.k.a. Toy-Box Killer was a serial killer in US that had a $100,000 homemade torture chamber in his old mobile home. Just like the “SAW” movies, he tape recorded himself talking to the victims explaining in detail what was going to happen to them.

  • America’s first serial killer is considered to be Dr. H.H. Holmes, who confessed to 27 murders in the late 1890s. He claimed that he could not help the fact that he was “a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing.“

  • Richard Trenton Chase once attempted to enter the home of a woman, but finding that her doors were locked, walked away. Chase later told detectives that he took locked doors as a sign that he was not welcome, but that unlocked doors were an invitation to come inside.

  • A study that focused on a group of sociopaths who had been adopted as infants showed that the biological relatives of sociopaths were 4–5 times more likely to be sociopathic than the average person. Researchers note that it is easier for “bad seeds to blossom in bad environments

  • Many serial killers will keep “souvenirs” of their crimes. For example, when Ted Bundy was asked why he took Polaroids of his victims, he said, “when you work hard to do something, you don’t want to forget it.”

  • Very few serial killers turn themselves in. Only Ed Kemper called the police to confess. He waited at a telephone booth to be picked up.

  • Lewis Hutchinson a.ka. Mad Doctor of Edinburgh Castle was the first serial killer in Jamica. He lived in a castle and hunted people for sport

  • John E. Robinson is dubbed the “first Internet serial killer.” After being released from prison in 1993 for running a prostitution ring, using the name “Slavemaster” he started to lure women in chat rooms to his home, where he murdered them.

  • Although it is impossible to predict if a child will grow up to be a serial killer, the three warning sings of future psychopathic behavior are animal torture, prolonged bed-wetting, and juvenile pyromania. Criminologists call these symptoms “The Triad".

  • Serial killers usually come from families that are dysfunctional and debilitating. Additionally, they are rarely remembered by classmates because did they not  have many close friends. Often, they grow up lonely and isolated.
“Snowy Reunions”


((Bad name? lol))

Word Count: 2,524

Warning: uh….mentions of prostitution…I think. That’s about it.

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My Mistress (Jin x Reader)


Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Your professors hate you, which is why you spend every waking hour in the library. However, your day becomes significantly better after one cute librarian makes it his mission to spread the love.

Word count: 638 words

A loud thump startled you out of your state of semi-consciousness.

Currently, you occupied an isolated corner of the library, surrounded by textbooks, papers, and empty cups of coffee. A tall boy stood in front of you, shelving books from his trolley.

He turned to look at you, and you were struck by his handsome features. You knew this librarian–everyone did. His name was Seokjin, a fourth year Performing Arts major and resident flowerboy. Even though you practically lived in the university library, you had never actually seen Jin on the job.

“I know this is a 24 hour library,” Jin spoke suddenly, his voice loud in the silence of the rows, “but I’m pretty sure you haven’t left this spot in, like, four days.”

You turned to check your phone, which was dead. Lovely. “I’m pretty sure I went home recently,” you replied sheepishly, too shy to meet Jin’s gaze. “I have so much work and I keep losing track of time. What’s the date today?”

“It’s the fourteenth,” Jin answered, looking at you expectantly. When you stared back at him blankly, he threw up his hands in exasperation. “You know, Valentine’s Day!? And you’re here, spending the best holiday sleeping in a library.”

“I was studying before you got here,” you sniffed indignantly, any embarrassment you felt over Jin’s handsomeness disappearing. “And hey! You’re spending Valentine’s Day working, so you can’t say anything.”

“I’m covering a friend’s shift so he can pursue romance,” Jin informed you primly. He began to wheel his trolley away from your corner. Jin sent you a glance over his shoulder. “Since I’m in the mood for playing Cupid today, consider it my duty to spread the Valentine’s Day spirit.”

“No thank you,” you replied monotonously, reaching to grab an open textbook beside you.

Jin tsk-ed and walked away. Your eyes were glued to the text in front of you, so you missed the small smile Jin wore on his lips.

A few minutes later, Jin returned.

“Say, you never told me your name,” Jin commented casually.

“Y/N,” you answered, glancing up from your textbook, feeling a little intimidated by Jin’s presence.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Jin,” he said with a shit-eating grin. He stood up straighter and cleared his throat, looking at you intensely. Jin then proceeded to belt out the following:

“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun–”

“Please, stop!” you squeaked, halfheartedly throwing a crumpled piece of paper in Jin’s general direction. “That poem is a double-edged sword and I do not want to hear about my wiry hair.”

Jin blinked at you in surprise before a genuine smile illuminated his face. “Well, it’s a good thing I’ve got more,” he commented, pulling out a slip of paper from his back pocket.

“Nope, no way, no thank you,” you burst out, throwing your hands over your ears. “No more poetry readings, please.”

Jin took a seat in front of you, crossing his long legs. “Well, I have a proposal for you, Y/N,” he said, tucking the paper out of sight. “I won’t read you any more poetry if you let me take you out for coffee.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor, Jin’s offer stunning you into silence. Jin, the most beautiful person on campus, was asking you out on a date for Valentine’s Day.

“Uh, c-can I ask why?” you stuttered, feeling a hot blush spread across your cheeks.

“You’re cute and I like you a latte,” Jin answered instantaneously, gracing you with a large grin.

You groaned and chucked another paper at him, but you couldn’t do anything to hide the smile Jin had given you.

- Girl in Luv

So…I’m not quite sure what I just wrote. Stay tuned for more instalments of the Valentine’s Day series! If you like our stuff, send some requests our way xx


James McDougal - Clintons convicted Whitewater partner died of an apparent heart attack, while in solitary confinement. He was a key witness in Ken Starr’s investigation.

Mary Mahoney - A former White House intern was murdered July 1997 at a Starbucks Coffee Shop in Georgetown . The murder happened just after she was to go public with her story of sexual harassment in the White House.

Vince Foster - Former White House councilor, and colleague of Hillary Clinton at Little Rock’s Rose Law firm. Died of a gunshot wound to the head, ruled a suicide.

Ron Brown - Secretary of Commerce and former DNC Chairman. Reported to have died by impact in a plane crash. A pathologist close to the investigation reported that there was a hole in the top of Brown’s skull resembling a gunshot wound. At the time of his death Brown was being investigated, and spoke publicly of his willingness to cut a deal with prosecutors. The rest of the people on the plane also died. A few days later the air Traffic controller committed suicide.

Victor Raiser, II - Raiser, a major player in the Clinton fund raising organization died in a private plane crash in July 1992.

Paul Tulley - Democratic National Committee Political Director found dead in a hotel room in Little Rock , September 1992. Described by Clinton as a “dear friend and trusted advisor”.

Ed Willey - Clinton fundraiser, found dead November 1993 deep in the woods in VA of a gunshot wound to the head. Ruled a suicide. Ed Willey died on the same day his wife Kathleen Willey claimed Bill Clinton groped her in the oval office in the White House. Ed Willey was involved in several Clinton fund raising events.

Jerry Parks - Head of Clinton’s gubernatorial security team in Little Rock .. Gunned down in his car at a deserted intersection outside Little Rock. Park’s son said his father was building a dossier on Clinton. He allegedly threatened to reveal this information. After he died, the files were mysteriously removed from his house.

James Bunch - Died from a gunshot suicide. It was reported that he had a “Black Book” of people which contained names of influential people who visited prostitutes in Texas and Arkansas.

James Wilson - Was found dead in May 1993 from an apparent hanging suicide. He was reported to have ties to Whitewater..

Kathy Ferguson - Ex-wife of Arkansas Trooper Danny Ferguson, was found dead in May 1994, in her living room with a gunshot to her head. It was ruled a suicide even though there were several packed suitcases, as if she were going somewhere. Danny Ferguson was a co-defendant along with Bill Clinton in the Paula Jones lawsuit. Kathy Ferguson was a possible corroborating witness for Paula Jones.

Bill Shelton - Arkansas State Trooper and fiancee of Kathy Ferguson. Critical of the suicide ruling of his fiancee, he was found dead in June, 1994 of a gunshot wound also ruled a suicide at the grave site of his fiancee.

Gandy Baugh - Attorney for Clinton’s friend Dan Lassater, died by jumping out a window of a tall building January, 1994. His client was a convicted drug distributor.

Florence Martin - Accountant & sub-contractor for the CIA, was related to the Barry Seal, Mena, Arkansas, airport drug smuggling case. He died of three gunshot wounds.

Suzanne Coleman - Reportedly had an affair with Clinton when he was Arkansas Attorney General. Died of a gunshot wound to the back of the head, ruled a suicide. Was pregnant at the time of her death.

Paula Grober - Clinton’s speech interpreter for the deaf from 1978 until her death December 9, 1992. She died in a one car accident.

Danny Casolaro - Investigative reporter. Investigating Mena Airport and Arkansas Development Finance Authority. He slit his wrists, apparently, in the middle of his investigation.

Paul Wilcher - Attorney investigating corruption at Mena Airport with Casolaro and the 1980 “October Surprise” was found dead on a toilet June 22, 1993, in his Washington DC apartment. Had delivered a report to Janet Reno 3 weeks before his death.

Jon Parnell Walker - Whitewater investigator for Resolution Trust Corp. Jumped to his death from his Arlington, Virginia apartment balcony August 15, 1993. He was investigating the Morgan Guaranty scandal.

Barbara Wise - Commerce Department staffer. Worked closely with Ron Brown and John Huang. Cause of death unknown. Died November 29, 1996. Her bruised, nude body was found locked in her office at the Department of Commerce.

Charles Meissner - Assistant Secretary of Commerce who gave John Huang special security clearance, died shortly thereafter in a small plane crash.

Dr. Stanley Heard - Chairman of the National Chiropractic Health Care Advisory Committee died with his attorney Steve Dickson in a small plane crash. Dr. Heard, in addition to serving on Clinton ’s advisory council personally treated Clinton’s mother, stepfather and brother.

Barry Seal - Drug running TWA pilot out of Mena Arkansas, death was no accident.
Johnny Lawhorn, Jr. - Mechanic, found a check made out to Bill Clinton in the trunk of a car left at his repair shop. He was found dead after his car had hit a utility pole.

Stanley Huggins - Investigated Madison Guaranty. His death was a purported suicide and his report was never released.

Hershell Friday - Attorney and Clinton fundraiser died March 1, 1994, when his plane exploded.
Kevin Ives & Don Henry - Known as “The boys on the track” case. Reports say the boys may have stumbled upon the Mena Arkansas airport drug operation. A controversial case, the initial report of death said, due to falling asleep on railroad tracks. Later reports claim the 2 boys had been slain before being placed on the tracks. Many linked to the case died before their testimony could come before a Grand Jury.


Keith Coney - Died when his motorcycle slammed into the back of a truck, 7/88.

Keith McMaskle - Died, stabbed 113 times, Nov, 1988

Gregory Collins - Died from a gunshot wound January 1989.

Jeff Rhodes - He was shot, mutilated and found burned in a trash dump in April 1989.

James Milan - Found decapitated. However, the Coroner ruled his death was “due to natural causes".

Jordan Kettleson - Was found shot to death in the front seat of his pickup truck in June 1990.

Richard Winters - A suspect in the Ives/Henry deaths. He was killed in a set-up robbery July 1989.


Major William S. Barkley, Jr.

Captain Scott J . Reynolds

Sgt. Brian Hanley

Sgt. Tim Sabel

Major General William Robertson

Col. William Densberger

Col. Robert Kelly

Spec. Gary Rhodes

Steve Willis

Robert Williams

Conway LeBleu

Todd McKeehan

Sansa and Jon: Why?

So, yesterday I made a post, meta, what have you about Jon/Dany, and why I personally don’t think they’ll be together. Now, I’m doing Sansa and Jon.

It’s no secret that I’m a Jonsa shipper. As I said in my previous meta before season 6 came out, I honestly wasn’t a huge fan of Jon’s storyline. It had kinda flat-lined for me, for a little bit. Then Hardhome happened, and I grew interested again. 

Anyway. Before season 6 I didn’t even give Jon/Sansa a second thought. It was ridiculous. They had never spoken. They had no type of relationship (book and show.)

So, why these two? Well, let’s go over a couple of things. Jon and Sansa compliment each other rather well. Sansa is not a warrior, she’s not Ygritte, she’s no Val. But, in the books, it really dug into Jon’s wishes to what he wanted for his future. And it didn’t include fighting. It included having children that looked like his siblings. He lusts after Val, he does not love her. It’s as if he’s projecting what he wants onto her. But he knows he won’t get it. Sansa, in the books wants to return to Winterfell, as Jon does. She also wants to have children that look like her siblings. Weird? Not only that but their many parallels. Sansa started off as a lady, then a bastard. Jon started off a bastard, then a lord. Now a prince. 

Show wise: Their scenes in season 6 are not platonic. The way that they’re shot, the way that they’re acted, (mostly Kit). He looks at her a lot of the time, stares at her really. As if he’s trying to figure out who she is. Because guess what, they never had any kind of relationship with each other. They really don’t know how to act around the other. Like…hmmm…strangers I’d say. Anyway, the scenes. Let’s bullet the scenes here that questionable eye contact, physical contact happened….

1.) Meeting Jon again. (The hug was heart warming, just the point of the fact that two Starks had actually met again brought tears to my eyes.) But Jon, immediately recognizing her bunched up his hand, and moved back. As if he was hit with a force that shoved him backwards. He couldn’t believe it was her! Anyway, this scene itself doesn’t really (to me) have any romantic undertones. Moving on…

2.) After hug scene: Jon and Sansa are sitting in Castle black, sitting in front of a fire. Sansa’s sipping soup and Jon is staring at her. Like, he’s trying to figure her out. Since he has no relationship with Sansa, he doesn’t really know what to say. And he does stare at her, he definitely has a foreign emotions in his features that I can’t quite place in this scene. But then, after, they start to banter back and forth about Winterfell, and Sansa asks him to forgive her. He does, and they laugh. Then, she proceeds to ask for his ale, and he looks at her, in a humorous way. She drinks the ale, then chokes, and he laughs. That is a flirtatious action. See, a brotherly reaction would be…

“Ha. Knew you wouldn’t be able to drink it. This stuff’s terrible.” Or something like that. 

3.)Assembling the North scene: Now, this scene confuses me. 100% Jon stares at her a lot of this scene, but he doesn’t do it in a flirtatious way, he does it in a ‘learning her’ way. He’s trying to understand what she means, and what she wants. Then, when Davos is starting to put down her plans, he starts to get almost agitated, not at Sansa, but at Davos. He cuts in when Davos is done talking to her, telling him there’s more then three houses in the North, there’s two dozen more. Then the part where Sansa says that she has the Stark name. Jon looks at her, then Edd looks at him. Jon looked stunned at what she said. Ed looked at Jon in question. The whole scene is very confusing. I didn’t get it. 

4.)Cloak scene!: Jon approaches Sansa, asking her about her new dress. Now, I don’t know about you, but my husband told me  he NEVER notices what his sister is wearing. Sansa then proceeds to ask if he likes it, blushing slightly, smiling a little bit. Jon proceeds to stammer and say, “I like the wolf bit.” Lol, awkward, and definitely not a brotherly type of reaction. It was more flirting, but in a subtle way. 

Pause! Now, I just wanted to note that in every scene with Jon and Sansa, Sansa is always in the frame. Whether it be where Jon is talking to the Wildlings, where Sansa is present, or when they’re speaking to the houses. Sansa is always in frame with him. It could mean nothing, it could mean something. All I know is NOTHING ever means nothing. Let’s take a look at an example: In season 6, Cersei goes to talk to Lady Olenna, being rather…sweet and understanding with her. Well, at this time, we had no idea what her plan with the wildfire was. To us, Cersei was trying to get back in Olenna’s good graces, and giving her hope in having her grandchildren back. Cersei tries to talk her into staying. And she does this because she wanted her to be in the Sept of Baelor when it blew up. Killing Lady Olenna. 

A nothing scene is always something. 

5.)Wildling scene: There’s not much that happens here. But we do get to see the reactions of Sansa when Jon’s talking to the Wildling lords. She seems rather…okay with the Wildlings. She isn’t turning her nose up. And make note, Sansa is always standing behind Jon. When they’re talking to the wildlings, when they talk to Lyanna, and when they talk to Glover. She only talks when he gives her the “Oh shit, save me,” look. Such as the one he gave her when they met Lyanna. See..that’s another thing. With just a look, Jon can tell Sansa many things. They don’t need words. Which is awesome!

6.)Lyanna scene: They fed off each other’s silence. Jon knew when he needed to step in and Sansa knew when she needed to step in. It’s the unspoken thing they have with each other. It speaks volumes.

7.)Letter scene: Oh, I love this scene! I love it because Sansa really gets under Jon’s skin. And guess who else did that? Ygritte! She challenged him. And Sansa does that for Jon. She’s pushing him to gather more men, and the look of aggravation on his features says many things. One, he might strangle her. Two, oh seven give me strength. Lol, anyway. This scene showed that Sansa does push him, she pushes him to not give up, and to keep trying, keep looking. 

8.) Damnit, I forgot a scene. This one is the hand holding scene! Okay, so after the pink letter is read, Jon looks pretty downtrodden. Sansa pushes him to fight, reaching out and grabbing his hand. Now, this scene was panned in on. Which…if it was meant as a manipulative move on Sansa’s part, I don’t think they would have shown it. Then, when she grabs his fingers, he grabs hers as well, squeezing her fingers. I loved this part.

9.)Glover scene: Also not in order. Oops! Now, this one is important in many ways. One, I thinks it’s a little bit of a foreshadow about the ‘foreign whore’ thing Lord Glover said, in reference to Robb, and I think it could also apply to Jon, if he decided to randomly fall in love with Dany after two episodes. Anyway, they’re talking, and Sansa doesn’t step in until Glover is leaving. Well, he lays into her, letting her know that Robb fucked up. Well, if you watch closely, Jon turns his body towards Sansa and Glover as they’re talking. He’s stiff…he’s ready, just encase Glover wants to overstep his bounds. Jon was on alert, but  he was also paying attention to what Glover had said about Robb. Good! Hope he takes that to heart.

10.) Ramsay scene: Jons death glare. When Ramsay said he couldn’t wait to have Sansa back in his bed, Jon gave him a withering look. And they panned in on his features. To me, if it wasn’t meant to matter, they would have just expanded the scene to include Jon, and the people behind him. He also, at the beginning, offers a duel to Ramsay. Which, I guess could mean anything…?

11.) Tent scene: They argue, they yell at each other. And the candle lighting made me give it a side-eye. Yes, it’s true that Robb and Cat argued, but when they did, they were not in each others faces. They were sitting down, or standing up, yelling almost across the room at each other. Sansa and Jon closed the space in between them, and proceeded to argue…and PANT, might I add. Then, after the arguing, Jon promises to never let Ramsay touch her again. Also, not a brotherly vow. A brotherly vow would have been…

“I swear Sansa, I won’t let him hurt you again.” But no…the sentence was drug out, giving meaning behind every syllable Jon uttered, and the emotions in his eyes spoken volumes as well.

12.) Jon beating Ramsay: Jon goes crazy, unleashing the beast on Ramsay, beating him to death…then, Sansa’s there. Jon looks up, see’s her, and stops punching Ramsay. Now, we could say that he did this because Ramsay was Sansa’s to finish. But, I also think it’s because Jon did not want Sansa to see him that way. But, it also shows that Sansa brought him back from the darkness, with just her presence. Which…is what Cat did for Ned when he was strangling Littlefinger against the brothel. There is also that pause after they’re stopped. Ned is staring at Cat, Jon is staring at Sansa, then they look at their victims and let them go. 

13.) Forehead kiss!!!! it starts off with Sansa showing up, and Jon telling her she should have the Lord’s chambers. Which is a WEIRD thing for the siblings (cousins) to talk about. She proceeds to tell him he’s a Stark to her. And he smiles. Then, she apologizes to him about the KOTV. He stares ahead, then walks over to her, telling her they need to trust each other. Then, he proceeds to lean in and gently touch the side of her head, pulling her head forwards to place a gentle…yet long…kiss on her forehead. After he pulls back, he stares into her eyes for a good 3 seconds, then, stares at her lips before he comes back to himself and pulls away. Now, my thing is…Jon looks uncomfortable after this interaction, he’s walking away from her. And the only reason why he stops is because Sansa tells him Winter is here. After a little bit of flirting with their house words, Jon drops eye contact with her, turning away, and stiffly leaving. 

Ugh! Done! Anyway…I loved all of their scenes together, and some did definitely scream fishy. Or, that’s so not how a brother would kiss their sister. It would be weeeeeird.

Arya’s feelings towards this couple: It’s not secret that Arya and Jon are close…but me personally, I think Arya is going to meet her end…and I say this because if you look at the parallels between Arya and Lyanna, it’s really…eerie. To me these are the parallels…







Rickon- No answer to that one.

I definitely think history is repeating itself, it just won’t play out exactly how it did before. Anway, Arya’s storyline isn’t going to end with a marriage and children. To me, she’s going to die completing her list. Ever since Ned died, which was really when the series began, Arya has been going down a dark path. A path of vengeance…and justice, in her eyes. This path is going to be completed when she’s completed…when her list is completed. 

“Hates a good enough reason to keep going.” The hound says this to Arya in season 4?

Jon and Sansa would make a compelling couple. To me personally, something really big is going to happen to Bran, and he’s going to be called, or taken away from Winterfell. Maybe the new Knight King? That would explain the Benjen parallel, Benjen was a Knights watch man. He got lost beyond the wall. Which Bran did!

I think the last two standing will be Jon and Sansa. Like Ned and Cat were in rebuilding and restarting the Stark line basically. Not only that but the Ned and Cat parallels are constantly being shoved in our faces.

Example: Jon’s hair. Why did it need to be changed to look like Ned’s? Melisandre could have easily just taken his beard hair, as it showed during his resurrection. Why was that necessary?

Sansa is always being compared to Catelyn, not only in looks but in personality as well. Looks, willfulness, and definitely her hair, are Cat 2.0. Jon’s personality, looks, and his hair are Ned 2.0.

So…I am now done with my little meta/rant/example/break down thing…if you’d like to add anything…go ahead.

What We'll Have

An Ed Sheeran One Shot
A request
: discussing the future with Ed (in bed)
Word Count: 2,152


It came out in a hushed whisper, your fingernails scratching lightly through the patch of copper fuzz sprouting from Ed’s chest. A month or so had passed since he’d gotten his skin permanently etched with a lion right where you’d card your fingers, and it made you smile thinking how it was a little bit like petting its mane. 

“Hmm…” Ed groaned low in his throat with his eyes closed peacefully. 

His chest rocked when he grunted through sleep while you were cuddled up on your right side against him and you could feel the vibration of his voice through his skin where your cheek pressed to his chest. He held you to his side with his left arm cradled around your back. 

“Are you awake?” You asked, even though he’d grunted. He did it again, this time lower and with his eyes closed he turned his head toward yours to rest his chin atop your hair, in the same instance his hand gripped you firmer. 

“Can’t sleep,” you told him, twirling the hair on his chest in the tip of your finger.  

Ed yawned and stretched his right arm up before he sniffled and rubbed his nose. 

“What’s wrong?“ 

In the position you were in he couldn’t look directly at you, but the both of you stayed put, your palm flattening against his chest. 

"I was just thinking…" 

It was quiet when you trailed off and in the dark your eyes adjusted to the outline of his features. His right arm was bent and resting over his belly right where the blankets were draped over his skin.

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Ed x Reader - Insecurities

Edmund x Reader – “When I look at the mirror and I see myself, I don’t like what I see.”

Word Count: 654

Setting: Golden Age


Edmund looked at himself through the mirror, a sigh escaping his lips. Edmund closed his eyes as his insecurities fill him. A tear fell as he couldn’t help it anymore. Everytime Edmund looks at himself, he never liked what he sees but no one knew he felt that way. “Ed?” A voice called from the door, a knock following. He heard the door open and he shook his head, wiping the tears off. “The ball’s just about to—hey, are you alright?” He opened his eyes as he turned around, his best friend looking at him, worried.

“Yeah, let’s go?” He asked, forcing a smile. Y/N eyed him suspiciously, biting her lip. She closed the door behind her. She could hear the lump in her best friend’s voice. She could see the sadness in her best friend’s eyes. She could feel that her best friend is not ‘alright’.

“No,” She said, walking over to him. “Not until you feel better.” She held his hands, looking at him. She ran circles through the back of his hands with her thumbs. Edmund looked at his best friend. He sighed, wrapped his arms around her shoulder, resulting Y/N to wrap her arms around Edmund’s torso. Y/N’s heart warmed up as she felt Edmund nestled his face on the crook of her neck.

Edmund sigh one more time before finally letting the tears go. Y/N’s eyes widen as she felt the wet tears on her neck, pulling Edmund away from the hug. She looked at the broken boy with puffy eyes, who bit his lip. “Hey, what happened?” She asked softly, wiping the tears off.

“Nothing,” Edmund said, turning away from Y/N. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not ‘nothing’, Ed.” Y/N said, pulling the boy by his wrist. “C’mon, tell me.” Edmund’s tears continue to roll away from his eyes as he was turned to Y/N. “When I look at the mirror and I see myself, I don’t like what I see.” Edmund mumbled, looking at the ground.

He sniffled, wiping his nose. This made Y/N smile a bit. In her opinion, it was cute. Every time he does the little things he doesn’t notice. She just find this adorable. “Every time I look at myself, I see nothing but the betrayal that I did.” Edmund said, frowning. Again, he sniffled, wiped the tear off his eyes. “What?” He asked as she noticed her smiling.

“You’re just really cute when you sniffle especially when your nose is red, and your freckles really stand out every time it happens,” Y/N smiled. But that smile faded when she realized what she said. “I-I mean, you—“
Edmund laughed, pinching his nose. “You’re pretty cute yourself, Y/N.” He smiled. Y/N blushed madly, her hands covering her face up. “Oh my gosh, you’re blushing.”

“I’m not! And I need to go,”

Edmund pulled her back by her waist. Edmund pulled her hand away from her face. “Aw, little Y/N is blushing. I just made her blush.” Edmund teased with a smile, pinching her cheeks.

“Ed!” Y/N said. Edmund chuckled. Edmund crashed his lips against hers, which send Y/N a wave of shock to the point that she can’t move. Edmund pulled away, looking at Y/N.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have.” Edmund said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Y/N pulled him back, kissing him. Edmund kissed back, smiling through the kiss. Y/N pulled away, smiling. “Should I show you my insecurities all the time to make me cry and then you, blurting out things that you like about me? Because I felt really good instantly.”

“No need to,” Y/N smiled, “And correction, I don’t like them. I’m in love with them.”

Edmund smiled. “Shall we go now, my lady?” Edmund said, offering his arm. Y/N rolled her eyes and slapped Edmund’s arm.

“Formal is not your middle name, Pevensie.” Y/N said.

Edmund laughed, kissing her forehead as he draped an arm around her shoulders.

es headcanons 2: electric boogaloo


  • they’re a flirty flirt. even when the situation does not call for flirting, there will be flirts if they are left to their own devices
  • has been in fistfights before, and has won 3 of them. has been in a total of 5. 60% win ratio motherfuckers come get some
  • has a somewhat bad memory and sometimes writes things on their fingers as reminders
  • they have a surprisingly high spice tolerance??? like as an experiment diego brought habanero peppers and they were completely fine??? what the fuck???
  • they have a very… odd sense of humor. if something falls over they just point at it and snort, but if someone tells a well thought out joke, they just sit there like “okay”

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👶Little Ninja Headcanons👶

- Was actually a really ugly baby
- But got super cute at around 3
- ALWAYS held Nya and played with her
- Thought he was big stuff like his dad
- So he wanted to help him with blacksmithing
- Ray didn’t approve though
- But no matter what he was (and still is) a mama’s boy
- Always wanted to be the center of attention
- Acted like he was famous
- *strutting around with sunglasses*
- “Kai, dear, what are you doing?”
- “I am a movie star, mommy.”
- Played baseball and was the pitcher for his team
- Had a lot of friends
- NEVER went swimming because it would mess up his “perfect” hair
- Had about 7 girlfriends

- A little cutie
- Knew how to open his mouth at a REALLY early age
- Had his own language for a while
- Had trouble picking up actual english
- So he had to start school early
- LOVED making friends
- Had a stuffed dog named Benny
- He took it EVERYWHERE
- Played in the junkyard all the time and would sometimes hide from Ed and Edna
- Was a quick learner and could multiply at the age of seven
- Would brag about basically everything to everyone
- Said ‘hi’ to strangers all the time
- Didn’t really play sports but loved doing a lot of extra academic things
- Enjoyed watching his dad build things and would hand him tools he needed

🤖Zane (when he was first built):🤖
- Believed every object had a soul and could communicate with him
- Like he would take his time to hug each and every object Dr. Julien owned
- Asked questions all the time
- Would wander out sometimes
- It would give Dr. Julien a heart attack to find that Zane went off
- Malfunctioned all the time
- (Sorry this one was short, couldn’t think of much😓)

- Was a sweet, quiet little baby
- Constantly attached to his mother
- “Cole wants to watch a movie.”
- “Cole wants to go outside.”
- “Cole doesn’t feel like dancing.”
- Didn’t really have the best childhood since Lou made him train to become a professional dancer
- Wasn’t allowed to eat way too much
- Desserts were banned😢
- Missed out on countless birthday parties and sleepovers because he was practicing
- Everyone liked him in school
- He was one of the favorites in school
- Like he was the kid that got literally all of the awards at the end of the year
- Was ALWAYS eager to please his dad in school and dancing

- Ate a lot of sweets
- Was a sneaky lil thing
- Like he would find a way to crawl out of his crib and into the kitchen for a snack in the middle of the night
- Laughed at EVERYTHING
- Remember that video with the guy ripping pieces of paper and a baby was dying of laughter?
- That was Lloyd.
- Had about 17 stuffed animals and slept with ALL of them
- Had a lot of nightmares
- And would wake up crying 😭
- Was very easily influenced by others (especially his old man)
- This lead him to be at Darkly’s
- The kids were TERRIBLE to him
- He was bullied all the time and tried running away 7 times because of this
- He eventually had enough and left (and so the story we all know begins)

- A fussy butt
- Lowkey loved Kai but deceived him every chance she got😂
- Laughed at him when he hurt himself doing something stupid
- As a kid, she did a fair mix of girly and tomboy things
- Kai would ‘accidentally’ brake the heads off of her dolls
- So she gave up playing with them
- Had a small close band of friends that she would invite over a lot
- Wasn’t ever interested in boys
- She got recognized in Pre-K for it
- It became her pride and joy
- Until Kai decided to be a little snot and degrade it
- So she quit doing much of it
- Made awesome grades and ALWAYS pleased her parents

💜Hey! 💜
Sorry I haven’t been posting in a while!
I hope you all liked these!


The partygoers’ cheers die in their wine-slick throats. 

Portia trips her way up the scaffold, shoving the guards away from Julian and falling in front of him, trembling with sobs. Julian kneels to her height. 

He smiles fondly, laughs softly. It hurts his throat. “You’re still as short as I remember, huh?” 

Portia throws her arms around and sobs into his shoulder, small fingers gripped tight around his shirt, trying to convince herself that he’s there, he’s real, he’s breathing.

Julian whispers, soothes. “It’s okay.” 

But that tone was reserved for patients. Portia could see through the lie.

The wide-eyed crowd parts for Nadia, calling out Portia’s name. 

“Portia, get down from there.”

“You can’t!” Portia screams. She’s breathing harsh, tears streaming. A hiccupping sob wracks her. “You can’t.” 

Nadia stands tall, swallows hard.

“Your majesty.” Portia pleads. Julian turns his head away from the crowd. The night grows cold as the wind blows through. The noose above them sways. 

She whispers this time. “Nadia.” 




Bird Cage Tango

He had it coming, he had it coming
He only had himself to blame
If you’d have been there, if you’d have seen it
I betcha you would have done the same


I love Edward Nygma
more than I can possibly say.
He was a real intelligent guy…
dramatic… a murderer.
But he was in trouble
He was trying to find a nice bottle of wine for me
And instead he found Isabella.
I took it upon myself to get her to leave Ed alone
Ed needed someone to appreciate him on his own level.
But the little idiot couldn’t take a hint.
Let Ed go, I said.
And she refused.
I guess you can say her and Ed finally broke up
because of lifestyle differences.
She saw herself as alive
and I saw her dead.


You know how people
have these little habits
That get you down. Like Oswald.
Oswald liked to call my girlfriend by the wrong name, Isabelle.
No, it’s IsabelLA.
So I came home this one day
And I am really irritated, because Isabella got hit by a train and I’m
looking for a bit of sympathy
and there’s Oswald posin’
for a painting, drinkin’ wine
and he says I’m so sorry about Isabelle. No, it’s IsabelLA.
So, I said to him,
I said, “you call her Isabelle
one more time…”
and he did.
So I took him to the docks
and I fired a shot into his gut…
…and pushed him in the water



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Here is the fic I wrote for my dear friend Lucia’s @heartpoisedfanarts fanart here (x) It’s prison cell angst/gay stuff so hope you enjoy

rating: g

summary: Edward tries to persuade Oswald into working with him to get out of their cells. Oswald is hesitant and filled with rage, while Ed has trouble connecting to his own feelings.  

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“Are we going to talk?” Edward asks, his limbs slack against the bars. Oswald still had his hands circled around the grainy bars, staring through the gaps with eyes burning green, looking fully black in the dim light. Edward’s voice seems to falter him, and the corners of his lips twitch again.

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Produce 101 as House Party Guests
  • Jisung: Plays DJ for the evening and gets into a fight with everyone who comes too close to the djing desk. Is seriously offended when someone criticizes his taste in music.
  • Jaehwan: Loves to mix terrible drinks and hands them to others while laughing hysterically. Constantly forgets that most of them are minors. Hands them out anyway.
  • Daniel: The guy that helps you prepare the party or stays longer than other guests to help you clean up that mess they left behind. Hits peak at 2am. Shows drunkenness in something he calls "B-boying Extreme!".
  • Jonghyun: Center of every group hug. Tells the best stories. Owns the dance floor with the crazy dance moves.
  • Minhyun: The one who proposes to play embarrassing games but vanishes halfway through it so he doesn't have to participate in it.
  • Seonho: Introduces self to everyone. Can't sit still for 5 seconds. Wants to stay awake all night but falls asleep on the couch before the real party starts.
  • Guanlin: Needs a break from Seonho. Gets dragged into dance-offs. Plays with his phone a lot.
  • Jihoon: Eats at least 5 sausages and 2 steaks. Doesn't want to take off his shirt afterwards. Gets pushed into pool anyways.
  • Jinyoung: Sticks close to Jihoon. Which only results in him getting pushed into the pool as well. Calls his Mom to pick him up.
  • Woojin: Only showed up because he got dragged there. Can't bare to look at how his friends behave. Just wants to leave.
  • Sungwoon: Said he'd only stay until 10pm. Stays until 4am. Said he wouldn't drink a thing. Ends up being the most drunk. (Video's will be taken for future blackmailing.)
  • Daehwi: The only person that followed the dress code of the party. Feels slightly out of place now. Writes own name on cup with edding.
  • Hyungseob: Starts cooking with random ingredients at midnight. Forgets to turn stove off. Also, talks Samuel into taking a jump off the roof into the pool.
  • Samuel: *jumps from roof into pool* Is happy about it though. Get's high on Ice-Tea.
  • Seongwoo: Jumps too. Just for fun. Yolo. Brings group of friends that were not invited after what happened last time.
The Popular Kid

Castiel walked through the cafeteria, letting the oscillating din of voices turn to white noise, blocking out distractions.  He went to his usual table in the back corner and sat by himself at one end.  At the other were two boys who also had no one else to sit with, so they sat with each other once they had found Castiel to be poor company.  He didn’t mean to be poor company; he just found it difficult to concentrate on other people when he was thinking.

Currently he was thinking about how the light from the skylight hit the window into the kitchen just right around noontime, refracting brilliantly and scattering rainbows around the frame.  It was easy to imagine it as a portal to another world.  A world where magic was real.  Where people rode their own dragons.  Where everyone appreciated adventure and knew how to use cool weapons but rarely actually hurt anyone with them.

It was overcast today, so the rainbows were missing, but the window was still there.  Ms. Potter moved briefly into view as she lugged around a big pot full of instant mashed potatoes.  On days like these, he imagined the woman was experimenting with magical concoctions.  Exotic fruits and spices blended together with soft grains and tender meat—the kind of thing a fairy or something would make.  For all Castiel knew, that was what school issued food tasted like.  He always brought a bagged lunch.  Though based on the way the kid at the end of his table was making a face as he prodded an unidentifiable lump of grey and red matter on his tray, Castiel doubted it.

He’d been at this school for two years, and he’d sat near to this kid and the other one for most of his junior year, but he didn’t know their names.  He knew the names of his teachers—except his study hall teacher—it wasn’t written on his schedule and he never needed to ask her a question, so he never bothered to learn it.  He knew the name of the guy in his art class who was always hogging the modeling clay, which forced Cas to use the pastels.  His name was Benny and he was just using the clay to sneakily make a bong by designing it to look like a Chinese dragon.  The joke would be on him though when he realized how hard it was to smoke out of a clay bong.  He knew Meg’s name because she deliberately called him by the wrong name, which annoyed him.  He knew Gabriel’s name because he was always getting yelled at by teachers.  “Gabriel!  Stop talking!  Gabriel!  Stop passing notes!  Gabriel!  Go to the principal’s office!”  It was hard to forget that one.

Castiel should know more people’s names, and if he was looking at a classmate, he could probably dredge it up from somewhere.  Maybe.  But nobody talked to him, and he didn’t initiate conversation.  That’s what his mother had suggested: just go up to someone and start a conversation; that’s how people make friends.  Castiel wasn’t sure that was how people made friends.

A break in the clouds made a smudge of rainbows around the kitchen window.  There was a half-giant named Rugar in that world.  And an Elven warrior named Feelli’inna’a.  There was the mercenary Dormas and the human wizard Yzireem who may or may not look like that actor on that terrible doctor drama his sister liked to watch.  Yzireem had a horse named Pulu, and once during a dream Yzireem had offered Castiel a ride.  When he’d awoken with a hard on, Castiel had wondered if Yzireem hadn’t been talking about his horse.

The clouds returned and Castiel sighed as thoughts of Yzireem, Pulu, and all the others in the land of Rainbowindow faded away.  He looked down at his ham and cheese sandwich on wheat bread.  He wondered that if he had more exciting lunches if he would be able to offer it in a trade for the mysterious cafeteria food.  Ms. Potter seemed to work on it very hard; he wanted to try it.  He glanced at the boys at the end of his table.  The one kid hadn’t even tried a bite of the grey and red matter.  He’d probably trade it for Castiel’s sandwich.  Castiel opened his mouth, prepared to make contact…

“Hey, Cas.”

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Find the Dummy, Dummy

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, Harry and Ed (aka the Ghostfacers)

Warnings: Language

A/N: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 7. I used the prompt “Stop filming me, moron!” and it’s bolded in the story. This is unbeta’d so if it’s not good then I’m terribly sorry. It was kind of fun to write, though, so that’s all that really matters. Let me know what you think. Thanks so much for reading! 

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“Vent Haven Museum of Fort Mitchell, Kentucky,” Ed narrated as Harry zoomed his camera in on the sign reading the same information. The camera panned over to Ed who continued his speech. “The world’s only museum for ventriloquial figures and memorabilia.” He tried to lean casually against the sign but was a few inches too far away, causing him to go wide-eyed with surprise as his arm fell through the air. He quickly straightened back up and awkwardly folded his arms over his chest. “Since its founding in 1973, the proprietors and staff have noted what they felt was the presence of a spirit or spirits lurking around what was once the home of the founder, William Shakespeare Berger. Over the past few months, there have been several strange accidents. One of the staff members fell down the stairs and said she was pushed. Another had terrible scratches down her arms.”

Harry moved his camera’s focus off of Ed and began to pan over to the large Victorian house that stood behind them. The street it sat on was quiet and unassuming. “Tonight,” Ed continued as the camera landed back on his face, “The Ghostfacers will spend the night here to see what answers we can discover. The who’s, the what’s, the why’s.” His face was serious as he looked straight into the camera as it tightened its zoom. “Join us, will you?”

“And… cut! That was great, Ed,” Harry said with a little excited hop. “Tonight’s going to be great. This is the sort of thing people want to see. Creepy ventriloquist dummies, old Victorian houses, quiet neighborhoods. I’m telling you, man, this could be our shot.” He reached down and grabbed a couple bags of gear and hoisted them to his shoulders.

“You’re right, Harry,” Ed said as he followed suit. “Let’s get inside and get set up.”

It wasn’t long before the two had their equipment set up and night fell. All that could be heard was their breathing as they stood in the main room filled with hundreds of seated ventriloquist figures. From down the hall a door squeaked open and the two men held their breaths. Footsteps sounded on the wooden floors as they grew closer and closer. “Holy shit, Ed! Are you getting this?” Harry whispered.

“I’m getting this, buddy,” Ed’s whisper was panicked but excited.

The footsteps grew louder. They were around the corner from the two men now. Harry and Ed turned their flashlights off and waited with their cameras at the ready. A tall, bow-legged figure filled the doorway and shone their flashlight over the two cowering men.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Dean sighed.

“What is it?” Sam said as he peaked his head over his brother’s shoulder. He caught sight of Harry and Ed. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath.

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