i seriously love this shot

The decision to go with Armin’s more subtle approach was unanimous.

When I was watching LND for the first time
  • Erik: Not everyone can be like Christine
  • me: Erik, this is how people get shot.
  • Meg: *Does the thing*
  • me: *flips over table*

Just a reminder that Octavia Blake spent the first sixteen years of her life hiding under floorboards in a tiny room in space and yet she’s a thousand times more competent at being a decent human being than 90% of the characters on this show. 

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“Booker, are you afraid of God?”

“No… But I’m afraid of you”

From our Bioshock: Infinite shoot at Sci Fi Weekender, March 2015. Probably one of the most awesome locations I’ve shot at 8D

Booker DeWitt - @flamboyantwreck

Elizabeth - @roguearcanis

Photography by @trollkingizzy

Editing by @nyxrising

Heaven and Hell

Request: “I seriously love your one-shots, but then again, I love any blog that worships the Winchesters. Anyhow, do you mind doing a one-shot where the reader is Castiel’s angel daughter, and you’ve always been told that demons are reaaally bad, but you end up reaaally interested in the King of Hell?” by coolfangirlblogging

and “Will you PLEASE do a reader x crowley fic? I don’t have any specifics in mind, but I would love to see one! Thanks!” by mscthulhumarvelhorrordanddgirl

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Words: like 1200 words

Warnings: smut, swearing

A/N: It plays during Season 10 but before the 19th episode! The reader is Castiel’s daughter and has met the boys in Season 5 maybe? So they are like a family to her.

Also I don’t really know if I did a good job writing it, I found it kind of hard because I’m not really into Crowley x reader that much :), since I’m more of a Dean/Sam girl. So I really hope you like it!

I stood next to the elder Winchester and the altar. Candles enlightened the dark motel room, wet red paint stained the floor in the shape of a devil’s trap.

I was scared, but kind of excited at the same time. I would get to see the King of Hell. A demon like no other.

I knew demons were bad. That’s what my father, Castiel, had taught me. That’s what all the other angels had taught me. Dean and Sam had always told me to stay as far away from them as I could, because they were nothing but violent trouble.

Ever since I was young, I couldn’t help but be fascinated by those evil creatures, those tortured human souls that were the complete opposite of what I was. I was fascinated by their ruthlessness, they were so unforgiving. They were just interesting individuals, like wild animals in a human vessel.

I had met a few of those hell-soldiers before, some small crossroad demons – and they weren’t very smart. But the King of Hell…

I hadn’t had the chance to meet him yet, but everyone said that he was cleverer than the other demons. Shrewd and villainous.

The Winchesters and my father sought help from him, they needed someone to translate an ancient book that could maybe help getting rid of the Mark of Cain. I knew that my father wasn’t very pleased about it, he hated Crowley, he didn’t trust him, but he had no choice anymore. 

We were all desperate. We just wanted Dean to get better, we just wanted him to be free. Free from the mark, the constant struggle, the violent feeling that seemed to burn him alive. I loved Dean, he was like a brother, always called me his “little angel.”

We all wanted to protect him at all cost, save him, keep him alive and keep him…human.

So there we were, conjuring the King of Hell, hoping he’d help us.

“Hello boys,” suddenly, he appeared. A challenging smile decorated his face, he wore a black, expensive looking suit. I didn’t know what I’d expected, but I was kind of overwhelmed when I saw him. He was handsome, looked provocative. 

I was an angel, just like my father, so I was able to see behind a demon’s vessel, I was able to see their true faces. But with him, Crowley, it was different. I didn’t know why, but I just couldn’t see behind his vessel, couldn’t see the damaged darkness of a tortured soul. That made him even more fascinating and mysterious to me. He was not just another demon – he was special. 

And very attractive.

“What do you guys want from me? Kinky little foursome maybe?” he mocked, taking a step towards us, “And who’s that young lady? I haven’t met her yet. She looks like an angel.”

It had a double meaning and I smiled. He was so sassy, yet flirty.

I knew that I was supposed to hate him, I was supposed to find him unbearably terrible. But I didn’t. Not at all actually.

“I won’t talk to you, if you keep me in this useless devil’s trap, ladies,” he stated. Sam looked at Dean, at my father, then he smeared one of the red lines, setting the demon free.

My family and Crowley started talking about the mark, about a cure and the crypted book. In the end, the demon agreed on translating it for us, winking at me. Castiel clutched his fists.

“Don’t look at her,” he hissed, protectively pushing me behind him. The King of Hell chuckled, his glance caught mine and we looked at each other intensely for a few seconds, before he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

I exhaled loudly, my heart excitedly beating. I’d met the King of Hell. And I wanted to see him again.


I was alone in the bunker the next evening, the boys were out at a bar. I sat in the library, reading the Men of Letter’s notes about demons.

My thoughts wandered to the extremely hot demon that I’d met, to his sharp, sarcastic words and his beautiful eyes that could turn black. There’d been some kind of tension between us, I’d felt it. But how was I ever going to see him alone? Castiel would kill me if he found out that I wanted to meet him again. That I was curious about how his touch felt, his lips against mine. Jesus Christ, he was probably a demonic bomb in bed. Probably rough and wild and animalistic.

What was it like to kiss a demon?

In that moment, he appeared. Just like that. I gasped in surprise, letting the book in my hands fall to the ground. He smirked at my reaction. 

“Hello, darling,” he greeted, sitting down on one of the wooden chairs next to me. I ran my hands through my wild and messy hair to make myself look better, shifted in my seat in agonizing excitement. Shouldn’t I be scared? I really wasn’t.

“Hello,” I replied, my voice low, shaky, nervous.

“I saw the way you were looking at me yesterday. Very inappropriate for an angel, don’t you think?” he teased, bending forward, only inches separating our faces. I felt his hot breath on my lips.

“Not all angels are good, huh?”, he almost touched my mouth, “Are you a good girl, Y/N? A disciplined little angel?”

The electric tension between us was killing me, I gave in to my desire and crashed my lips onto his. The kiss was heated, contradictorily aggressive but gentle at the same time, it made me moan into his mouth, made fire burn inside of me. Hell, kissing a demon was great. So different. But great.

“Oh, I see, baby girl, you’re a bad little angel,” he growled, digging his fingers into my waist as he began to bite my neck. “Sexiest little angel I’ve ever seen.”

His hands explored my body, touching me everywhere.

“Stand up,” he ordered and I obeyed. Then, with a snap of his fingers, I was naked. Cold air brushed my skin and sent shivers down my spine. I felt a little insecure and exposed at first, but when I saw his eyes devouring the sight of my bare skin, I relaxed. He wanted me. Now.

He removed his own clothes, too and I sat down on his lap, straddling him. His hard length pressed against my womanhood. We shared another wet and needy kiss, then he thrusted into me. Hard and rough. He stretched me out completely, filling me up and I groaned loudly when he started pushing into me fast. 

His lips swirled around my nipple, taking it in his mouth, intensifying the sensations. I moved up and down, pulling his hair unwaryly.

“Oh, fuck!” his husky, dark, voice was filled with lust, his grunts and my heavy breathing filled the room.

“Shit, faster, please…I…I’m so close,” I begged, the tension inside of me grew harder, I knew I would explode soon. He thrusted into me hastily.

“Come for the king, baby girl,” he groaned. And then I lost it, clenching my walls around him, sending him over the edge, too. He was panting, heavily breathing into my neck.

“Angels” he said, “are not so bad after all.”

  • Tauriel: If this is love, I don't want it. Take it away, please! Why does it hurt so much?
  • Thranduil: Because it's not Canon.
Puppy Love

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Phil talks Dan into getting a new puppy, but will Dan warm up to the newest member of their household?

Warnings: None

Word count: 2234

Author’s Note: Shout out to the sweetest person there is pure-phantasy for the inspiration and for reading it over before. <33 This is basically just a lot of mush bc the idea of d&p with pets makes me overloaded with emotions. Hope you guys like it!

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WARNING Spoilers for torchwood outbreak.

Seriously I cannot get over just how much Ianto loves Jack.
He nonfatality shot an immortal man who was trying to kill him and that’s when he started to think he was infected.
Like… Really?

Nothing that he did screamed ‘infected with virus that makes me want to kill you’ what he did was perfectly reasonable. Horrible (personally for him to be in the situation) but reasonable.
The man was trying to kill him.
The man was immortal.
It wasnt a fatal shot.

Yet he loves Jack so much that the fact that he did that made him realise that maybe he was infected.

I just…
Can not put it into words.

3

While everyone was getting their Laser Packs on you walk up to Clint.

“Hey Birdie, your aim is good right? Wanna team up?” 

“Nice try, (Y/N), I know you will always say that and then shoot me repeatedly,” pulling out his gun he walks out towards the door.

“So, you have to shoot the packs? Does it hurt the person?” Steve questions Tony.

“Yes and no it doesn’t hurt. It will hurt all of you when I am the victor,” he stares at everyone, “Sure thing Stark but we all know who is going to be the real winner here.”

Looking over at Natasha you see a smirk on her face, she mumbles something indecipherable under her breath. 

3…2…1…. Lights off!