or attempt to murder him

wisdom-walks-alone  asked:

Jason grace is literally that one guy who only works out so he can hold every breed of dog like a baby

jason, toting a pair of wolves under his arms: they are babies.
jason, clutching them closer while they attempt to bite him: …….sharp babies.

  • me: i love jason dean so much
  • someone: me too!!! he's so precious and he's just misunderstood he didn't do anything wr--
  • me: no. stop. he did EVERYTHING wrong. he killed 3 people and attempted to become a mass murderer. i found him in the garbage, and that's where he belongs. i will continue to love him, but he belongs in the garbage. like, headfirst in the dumpster.
The Bear Heart Incident

(Some background, our 5e group consists of myself(inferno sorcerer), my friend Q(blood hunter), my friend C(also blood Hunter), my friend Is(monk) and my friend’s mom (cleric). We’re in a redwood forest hunting for a backpack and have just killed a large dire bear.

Q: DM I want to cut out the heart

DM: ok? Roll for it?

Q: 19

DM: ok you cut out the heart

Q: hey (my sorcerer) think fast!

Me: if you throw that at me I’ll shoot you

Q: *throws 20 pound heart*

Me: *dice roll* 23 to hit

DM: That’s a hit

Me: 14 points force damage

Q: Ow! What the f*** man!?

This is followed by about half an hour of Q cutting up the bear heart and throwing smaller chunks at me followed by me attempting to murder him. Eventually the stress almost kills me with a heart attack and the DM declares that the trauma of this experience makes me go insane.


Jamie Fuller was 16 in 1991 when he killed his 14 year old cheerleader girlfriend Amy Carnevale behind a Middle School in Beverly, Massachusetts.   Jamie stabbed her, slashed her throat, and attempted to stomp on her head.  It is said that Fuller was extremely jealous and aggressive, even telling his friends he would kill her.  After he killed her, he not only bragged, but went back with a friend to dispose of the body.  He dumped it in the United Shoe Pond, using cinder blocks to keep it down.  It became known as “The Shoe Pond Murder”.  Although he was a juvenile, he was sentenced to life for this brutal murder.  In 1993, his distraught mother attempted to help him escape from prison.  The story was made into a for TV movie in 1996 called “No One Would Tell”.  

yanno, when four kids repeatedly attack one kid “because he exists”, and they continue to attack him after they’ve disarmed him and he has no way of fighting back, and two of them have positions of power over him given to them by the school and therefore the whole group can get away with hurting him (including sexual harassment and attempted to murder) without facing any serious consequences, then i think it’s safe to say that it’s not a “””rivalry”””, it’s fucking bullying

as someone who only started reading the hp books last year…the more I read, the more I just don’t get wolfstar? why on fucking earth are you shipping these two? everyone is like “uwu they’re perfect for each other”, like no?? I could get behind this ship, if someone actually portrayed them as fucked up, toxic and unhealthy they would actually be? and actually bring up issues like sirius almost exposing remus by attempting to use him as a murder weapon? the issue that remus believed sirius to be a killer for 12 years? why does everyone think they’d be okay after that? it’s not like it was the two of them who were best of friends, as far as I remember it was sirius and james? I just…don’t get the fanon that they’re soulmates and everything is sunshine and sparkles after POA.  

Momo: Hey, did you ever see that movie, the one where there’s this cowboy and he’s, like, the king of the castle, and then this astronaut shows up and he tries to take over and so the cowboy attempts to murder him but instead the astronaut is taken hostage by, like, this evil psychopath, and the cowboy has to rescue him and they end up becoming really good friends?

Chaeyoung: Toy Story?

Momo: Oh, my God! Toy Story! That’s it, that’s it.

Morning Rush - Sherlock x Reader

Yourself and Sherlock had only been living together for seven months now but you could barely remember a time before.

You’d first met in the hospital when Sherlock had been hospitalised after he was shot in the torso in an attempted murder. You’d been in the room down the hall from him and had been going for a walk when you had seen him sneaking out. You had decided to follow him and had been the one to call for help when he’d blacked out and fallen to the floor.

And look where that simple act of kindness had taken you. After he had recovered a little more, Sherlock had offered you the spare room in his apartment. He needed someone to pay the other half of the rent and he’d “found out” that you needed somewhere to stay. Beneath all the excuses, you knew Sherlock wouldn’t share a flat with anyone so you were quite flattered.

Each morning you would get up and make tea or coffee for Sherlock, depending on what you thought he needed.

This morning was no different.

Once you had motivated yourself to roll out of bed, you slipped on your loose knitted jumper and trudged to the kitchen. As it was a Sunday, you weren’t in a rush, but the same couldn’t be said for Sherlock. He was at the door already, cup of tea in one hand and phone in the other.

“Y/N!” He called to you, when he heard your bedroom door open. 

“Sherlock!” You shouted back, drowsily switching the kettle on to boil.

“I’ve got a case! I need you to come with me and do some observation work.” He set the empty mug down on the floor and proceeded to pull his gloves on.

You stood on the landing and looked down at him in disbelief, “You made your own tea?”

Sherlock shook his head, “Mrs Hudson.” He said in explanation before listing his instructions. “Get dressed and meet me at this adress,” he stuck a post-it note with an adress to the wall by the door, “I’m leaving.”
He stepped outside and shut the door behind him before you could say another word. 

You sighed and were about to go back to your kitchen when Mrs Hudson came out and invited you in for tea which saved you the trouble of making your own.
Sherlock would just have to wait until you were ready.

Lotor-Keith theory

Ok. There’s a lot of lotor discourse at the moment, so I decided to come up with a best case scenario: the lotor-Keith theory.

Picture this: Zarkon’s daughter(or even his wife who knows lmao) travels to earth in order to take it over. She falls in love with Keith’s southern farmer dad because of his amazing farm or whatever, and becomes pregnant. Obviously after that she can’t bring herself to destroy it. Zarkon… isn’t that pleased. But being the dictator of a massive nation, he’d probably realise the situation could be twisted to his advantage. It would be difficult for him to publicly have an heir, since he definitely has a lot of enemies and there would likely be more than one assassination attempt as Keith grew up. Also,he wouldn’t want Keith to murder him and take over the galra nation himself. So, zarkon decides to raise Keith on earth. He gives his heir to Keith’s dad, and decides that he will name him Lotor. He and Haggar decide to conceal his appearance to minimise the risk. Things progress according to plan until Keith is around five or six. Galra rebels arrive- Keith’s mother is killed and his dad forces him into a cryogenic pod. One of the galra rebels throws a knife into the pod just as Keith gets inside, but thankfully it doesn’t hit him. He wakes up years later, alone with a knife, and grows up an orphan. That would explain why Keith doesn’t understand pop culture references. Part of him still remembers growing up without those luxuries.

When zarkon dies, Haggar immediately reacts by contacting his heir. She removes the concealment charm little-by-little, hoping that it will trigger his memories. Obviously she and zarkon had realised what had happened to his mother and father, and taken revenge. Keith’s appearance slowly changes. He doesn’t realise at first, but one day he hacks up a purple furball into the sink and it hits him. He conceals the transformation as much as possible, but when his eyes turn yellow and his ears begin to change he owns up. Allura is distraught, and, though supportive, the other Paladins are understandably afraid. They don’t know what’s triggered the change, and Coran, Pidge, and Hunk start running tests on Keith’s DNA. When they find out that Keith’s related to Zarkon, he becomes alienated (pun intended) by the Galra rebels, Allura and Coran, and even the rest of the Paladins. He reacts rashly, in typical Keith style, and surrenders to the galra. He’s welcomed quickly- but what the galra don’t know is that Keith has been anonymously feeding information back to the Paladins.

I kind of went overboard with this, but there we go. This way we don’t have a sexist, creepy predator, and we get to see Keith in a proper galra form.

Night Falls: Chapter 14

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 3,951


A/N: Starting the chapter [the longest chapter yet] off with something a little different. 

 Night Falls Master List

Clean nails tap against the polished mahogany desk as the heavy doors across the room push open.

A man in his early thirties scurries in, dressed as if he works in a corporate headquarters.

“Status update?” The man at the desk asks, ostensibly bored, his accent not lost despite the almost five decades since he made his international move.

“They have Zazel in custody and have officially charged him with Hein’s murder. That, and attempted murder of a witness and witness intimidation.” The shake in the young man’s voice had disappeared ago as he had slowly climbed the ranks of his organization, but with today’s news, it was like it was his first day all over again. 

Don’t shoot the messenger didn’t really apply to his boss—a reason he had so quickly moved up the ranks over the years.

The man with black hair far too dark for his age purses his lips at the information. 

“And I am to assume Zazel will not be taking any plea bargains.” The man phrases it as a question, though he already knows the answer.

“Yes, sir.”

The man takes a deep breath as he leans back in his plush chair.

The heavy-set pit bull that lays in front of a steady-flamed fireplace looks up from its bed as his master’s chair squeaks under his weight.

“And the witness?”

The young man takes quick steps and places a folder gently on the immense desk.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N. Age Twenty-Seven. We know she’s under protective custody of the FBI, specifically with Special Agent Dean Winchester.”

Brown eyes shoot up to his lackey.

“Of course Winchester is involved,” he sighs, his hands coming to rest on his temple. “The boy has been a thorn in my side since the day we killed his mother.” The man slowly opens the file and begins flipping through the information.

“Zazel should have just killed him right then and there,” he hisses to himself, stopping on a picture of you being loaded into a standard FBI SUV, the date stamp from earlier this afternoon.

“And why is she not dead?” He rubs his temple with a sigh.

The young man swallows hard and fidgets with no answer, his lips giving as his boss’ eyes find his.

“Some girl,” he spits, slapping the picture, his voice rising. “Is running around with the man whose sole purpose in life is to bring me down.” He hollers as he stands up, his fingers resting on the desk.

“Can someone explain this to me?” His Scotish voice roars. His pet’s ears perk up as he watches his enraged master.

The young man remains frozen in his spot and his boss grunts at his lackey’s cowardliness.

The man takes a deep breath, recomposing himself before kneeling down to his pup, giving its ears a shake.

“You know what they say love.” The dog groans at her master. “If you want something done right, blah, blah, blah.” The dog just stares up with no understanding, but with dedicated attention, aware of the power its master possessed. 

“Looks like I’ll be paying Miss Y/L/N a visit myself.”

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  • Carlos: What movie do you want to watch tonight?
  • Cecil: Hey, did you ever see that one movie? The one where there’s this cowboy and he’s like the king of the castle and then this astronaut shows up and he tries to take over and so the cowboy attempts to murder him. But instead, the astronaut is taken hostage by this evil psychopath and the cowboy has to rescue him and then they end up becoming really good friends.
  • Carlos: ... Toy Story?
  • Cecil: Yeah, let's watch that.

My uncle attempted suicide in my bed to guilt my aunt into taking him back. She kicked him out for his crack addiction and attempting to murder his son with a machete. While he was living with my mom and I, he mooched off of us and took my bedroom from me. He’s on suicide watch and a social worker is getting him a new place. I feel bad for saying this but good riddance. I’m done with manipulative and selfish individuals, family or not 😞

  • Someone: What do you do for a living?
  • Atsushi: [remembers getting harrassed by Dazai and the various murder attempts on him by Akutagawa, with occasional sarcasm from Edogawa]
  • Atsushi: Suffer.

Having a blood mate didn’t always help your self-esteem and body image, but it did help you feel better about yourself. This way, you would never be alone even if you thought he was being forced to be with you. Riley Biers didn’t have a particularly romantic way of showing you how he felt about you, but deep down you knew he loved you. Even if just a little. Your family always spoke that finding your blood mate would be like love at first sight, their blood would sing out for you. And you really were head over heels for the young vampire.

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