killer girlfriend

The Zodiacs as Sapphic Songs
  • Aries: Jenny by Studio Killers
  • Taurus: Boyfriend by Tegan and Sara
  • Gemini: Bestie by Sizzy Rocket
  • Cancer: She by Jen Foster
  • Leo: What's It Gonna Be? by Shura
  • Virgo: Pretty by Girlpool
  • Libra: Girls like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko
  • Scorpio: On Your Side by The Veronicas
  • Sagittarius: Night Go Slow by Catey Shaw
  • Capricorn: Wonder by Lauren Aquilina
  • Aquarius: School Friends by Now, Now
  • Pisces: Sick of Losing Soulmates by Dodie
…And The Woman Clothed With The Sun

Some summary required

Hannibal and Will see each other after a long time.

 They talk about the case, eventually, and about the killer’s psychology. While doing that they visit different locations inside their own minds.

Alana threatens Hannibal to take away all his things if he doesn’t behave with Will.

Actually, the dialogue was pretty much like that.

The killer butchers families. You can see how eagerly Will joined a new nice investigation just to stay away from HIS family. Will spends his days in the victims’ houses, while the killer finds himself a girlfriend.

At night Will phones his wife.

 In all this, the man in the cage is the one who accomplishes the most.

The killer contacts him -yes, security measures around Hannibal are strong- and tells him the usual.

My Ex Girlfriend, the Killer (P. 2)

(Part 1)

The next day at lunch, Dean came by again, and took a seat across from you, with a manila folder that was probably just to make him look more professional. “What have you found out?”Dean asked, as he took a piece of your soggy fries off your tray, to which you gave him a look of disgust.

“Well,” You said, thinking for a moment, “The guard still isn’t back, but I don’t really know who the shifter is yet. I’ve been trying to see if I could notice any differences, but it’s hard to tell. And it’s not like I have any sil-”

Dean passed you a necklace and you looked around to make sure nobody was watching before you shoved it in your bra.”Never mind, I’ll start checking asap,” you told him. Despite the fact that you were normally off to the corner by yourself you pretty well liked around here, so it shouldn’t be that hard for you to test people out. “Come by at evening break time, I’ll have a list of all the prisoners for you, and I’ll mark off the ones who are safe.” 

“Alright, sounds good, I’ll see you then,” Dean said, before he stood up to leave. 

And so the rest of the day you made your rounds, talking to the other inmates, asking them questions, trying to find anything odd, and for the most part showing them the necklace you had gotten, but none of them were afraid to touch it. It wasn’t until you got to an older lady, in her 50s named Zelda that you were met with hesitance. “Oh, well it’s very nice,but I’d rather not touch it, then I might wish I had one.” She laughed and you laughed along with her, but she was officially on your list.

Only one other person didn’t want to touch the necklace, and that was Tod, who claimed to be allergic. You couldn’t be sure which was the shifter was, but it narrowed the process down some. You were happy to be able to report to Dean that there were only two people who hadn’t passed the test. You pointed them out to Dean and he set off dutifully toward Zelda, and introduced herself, shaking her hand with what appeared to be a silver ring. 

“Well, it’s not Zelda,“ Dean said, once had taken a seat once more. “She sure is a flirty old gal though, how come you didn’t tell me?” He asked.

You laughed and shrugged, “I didn’t know,” you told him. It was miraculous how happy Dean made you feel, you hadn’t been as happy in this place the whole time you had been here as you were now with Dean. “That must mean that it’s Tod then.” You cast your eyes on the man who sat in a corner, watching the other inmates. “Maybe you should try to watch the video camera,” you suggested.

“There’s no way they’re going to let me do that, I don’t have any need to,” he said, but you only smirked at him. 

“I can take care of that,” you stood and walked over to a rather tough looking inmate, and talked for a moment, pointing at someone, Dean couldn’t tell who, before after a moment you came to sit back down next to him. 

“Well?” Dean asked.

“Just wait.”

A few moments later the muscular guy made his way over to a group of people playing cars, and within a few seconds a fight broke out. Dean looked over at you and winked at him, “Looks like you’ll have to see who started it,” You told him. Dean looked at you with admiration for a moment before he left to do exactly that, while the guards tried to break up the fight. 

You put your feet up on the table as you watched, a satisfied smirk upon your visage. It felt good to be back in the swing of things.

My Ex Girlfriend, the Killer (P.4)

(Part 1) (Part 3)

You and Dean freed the people that were chained up and explained to them what the thing had been and gave them the whole “supernatural” talk that both of you had given to so many people so may times. Once that was squared away and everything Dean brought you back to your cell and the guard brought the other prison back to his cell as well.

“So I guess I’ll see you, huh?” You asked Dean, leaning your arms against the cold bars. You knew it was too much to ask to see if Dean could get you out, but you had still hoped he might, up until now. It was now evident that Dean wasn’t going ton get you out, but you understood. At least you had gotten to see a familiar face and go on one last hunt.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around,” Dean said with a wink. You chuckled a little and smiled at Dean, as he reminded you why you had fallen in love with him at one point. Hell, maybe you even liked him a little still, but that was never gonna happen. Even if you had decided to give it a second chance you couldn’t. You watched as Dean walked down the hall, still smiling a little before you went to bed.

The next day went on almost as normal, other than the fact that some people were taken into questioning- namely those who had been involved in the events of the previous night- and while all day you waited for be called into questioning next you never were.This struck you as odd, and you went back to your cell that night with an unsettling feeling.

Because of this feeling you didn’t get much sleep, so when you heard the echo of footsteps coming down the hall, you walked over to the cell bars to see what was going on. You were shocked when you saw Dean, along with two guards coming down the hall. Dean was the last person you expected to see, you thought he would have been long gone by now, off to another hunt in another town, but when the three came to stop in front of your cell you knew exactly what as going on. 

The cell doors opened and your arms were grabbed, as you were ushered out of the cell. “What’s going on?” You played along, looking between the two guards and Dean, but nobody said anything. You asked a few more times, until you thought you had played off that you didn’t know what was going on well enough, then you remained silent, until after paperwork being filled out and handcuffs being put on you, you were finally outside. 


“Shh, they’re watching.” Dean muttered as he placed you in the back of the car. Sam sat in passenger side of the Impala, and once you were out of sight from the prison Sam turned back and smiled at you. “Hey, (y/n),” he said, “It’s nice to see you,”

You smiled at Sam and nodded, as Dean pulled over on the side of the road and hopped out. “You too Sam,” you told him. It was good to be seeing familiar faces again after being locked away. Dean opened your door and you got out, while Dean reached into his pocket for the keys.

 You shut your door behind you, making Dean give you a puzzled look as he uncuffed you. “Thank you for getting me out Dean.” You reached up and wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He stood in shock at first before he kissed back, placing his hands on your hips. After a moment you pulled away and smiled up at Dean. 

Dean smiled back down at you, a sort of gleeful, half smile and gave you a wink. “No problem, sweetheart,” he said. You gave a small giggle as you looked up at Dean, before you saw a flash, and you both looked over at Sam, who was already sending the picture who knew where. 

You and Dean both shared a look before you got into Baby. Dean looked at you in the rear view mirror and you smiled back at him. Next to him, Sam had the phone up to his ear, waiting for someone to pick up. “I told you they’d get back together Bobby.”

anonymous asked:

Hyde and Jackie dressed up as Joker and Harley Quinn for a Halloween party.

Hi! That’s not really a head!canon. Also, I don’t think Hyde would want to dress up as a psycho-killer or have his girlfriend (well, wife since, Harley Quinn was created in 1992) be dressed up as the woman that psycho-killer abused.

•older brother, 19
•4 college scholarships
•owns 3 cars
•planning on proposing to his gf soon

•Sugar daddy to 7 women
•owns a 10 year country club
•Has attempted to blend money in the

•Innocent,supporting mom
•bakes cookies to overcome sadness
•burns her sons dirty magazines

•3 year old son
•enjoys coloring and swimming
•absolute lady killer, has 5 girlfriends on
the playground and 5 in the classroom

So, my girlfriend puts pencils behind her ear.
And I have proof that Ted Cruz also puts pencils behind his ear.
There is also evidence that serial killers ALSO put pencils behind their ears.
And that is why I believe my girlfriend is working with the Zodiac Killer.

deviloftherhine  asked:

Sheep heart attack, live killers

Queen Album Asks

Sheer Heart Attack: HAS NO WEAKNESSES Do you like thunderstorms?

While having drowned out the sound of their battle at first, ultimately, following its outcome, and despite his escape, he could say for certain he absolutely did not like thunderstorms (even if a thunderstorm had also aided him once in the past when it came to one of his original girlfriends, before Killer Queen came into the picture..).

No, now the rain just reminded him of his greatest enemy…Josuke.

Thankfully for Kira’s sake, the average person didn’t like thunderstorms either, and this was going to be his answer regardless of his personal feelings anyways—

“No, I can’t say I do.”

Live Killers: Ever swore in front of someone you shouldn’t have?

“No, of course not; that would be poor manners.”

They deserved it.


I love them. 

A Tough Town || spoopyholmes-world

Damn. Right when Ziva thought she’d gotten away from mobs, here she was again. Might as well start at the beginning.
She hated that Dominique was stuck with a serial killer as a girlfriend. She felt bad for her. She never told her, understandably. Ziva liked not being punched. They moved to Chicago after the events of Brazil. Ziva had recovered and, after a few shouting matches and a lot of crying, they were back to relatively normal. But of course, there was the killing. Ziva couldn’t help herself. She needed to kill. So she did, and today she’s attracted some…unwanted attention. She stumbled into their apartment, clutching at a bleeding arm. “Dom!” She yelled.