she's killing me bye

its really angsty but we still dont know what really happened to them in vietnam i better get an angsty backstory in season 21 or ill be mad at matt and trey


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Roast of Riko™ : emoji edition

you know i get it 👈😂👀 being raised ⬆️📈👆 as a superstar 🌟🌠🥇 must be really really difficult 😣🙅🏻‍♂️🚫 for you 🙎🏻‍♂️👑🔪1️⃣ always a commodity 💲😳 never a human being 👦🏻🚶🏻🤷🏻‍♂️ not a single 👆1️⃣ person in your family 👨‍👦‍👦🔪💀 thinking you’re worth a damn 💭💰😳 off the court 🥅🤼‍♂️🏑 yeah sounds rough 😕👎 kevin 👦🏻👑🍸2️⃣ and i talk 🗣😂 about your intricate and endless 😳🔄🙄 daddy issues 👨🏻🔪💉☠️ all the time 😂⏰ i know it’s not entirely your fault 🙅🏻‍♂️🚫 that you’re mentally unbalanced 💭⚖️❌ and infected 🤒💉😷 with these delusions 😳🌀 of grandeur 👑💰💎😂 and i know that you’re physically incapable 🙅🏻‍♂️😑 of holding 🙌🤷🏻‍♂️ a decent conversation 🗣👌🤐 with anyone 👭👬 like every other normal human being 👫😂 can but i don’t 😳❌ think any of us 🦊😕 should have to put up 👆⬆️ with this much of your bullshit 💩🚫😂 pity 😔😓 only gets you so many concessions 😬💁🏻‍♂️ and you used yours up 👆🤷🏻‍♂️ about six insults 6️⃣🗣😒 ago so please please 😩🙏🙌 just shut the fuck up 🤐😂 and leave us alone 👏🖕

you hang the moon, i’ll hang the stars [draco malfoy]

request: “163? Draco x Gryffindor!reader please?” -anon

word count: ~1200

a/n: i’m like 87% sure this is NOT what you had in mind when you requested this, anon, but all i’m ever given is a line of dialogue so i just take the story where it wants to go, u feel? i feel. regardless, i hope u all enjoy this and i hope i don’t go too overboard with this reader characterization! i do like to make my characters’ personalities show and sometimes it goes a bit overboard but o well! also i feel like draco is a bit ooc here so whoopsies *shrug emoji* he’s a happy lad rn what can i say his gf is a qt who wants to take over the world, who wouldn’t be happy about that?

163: “i’m sick of being USELESS.”

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The Wish Spell

Summary:  You use a spell to make a wish come true with unexpected results.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, OFC Sal

Word Count: 5772

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, language, fluff, wee bit of angst, mention of past abuse

A/N:  This one is close to my heart.  I hope you like it and I’d love to hear your feedback.  MAJOR shout out to the wonderful, lovely and helpful @wheresthekillswitch for being my beta on this.  There’s no way I would have achieved what I wanted without your help.  And thank you to the fantastic @arryn-nyxx for the beautiful aesthetic!​ Thank you!


You didn’t mean for it to happen, not really.  You’d hoped sure, but that didn’t mean you were actually expecting it to work.  You’d been out with your friends celebrating the long weekend but the pit of loneliness grew to a crater the moment you were home.  Since you’d had a few too many beers you started researching wishes.  That led you to spells and then before you knew it you were rummaging through your house for a candle and printing out a picture.  You wrote your name, birthday and wish on the picture then you folded it three times.  You lit a candle and held the paper over it till it caught fire and burned out.  You were tired of being alone, but you were also terrified to make a connection.  After the flame went out you curled up into bed and you dreamt of him, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary; you dreamt of him often.

The next morning you wake up and as you stretch your arms out you bump into something.  You shoot up and look over and there he is sitting on your bed his green eyes looking back at you.  Dean Winchester.  He’s leaning back on his hands with his long legs out in front of him.  He’s wearing a flannel shirt and jeans and he even has his boots on.  You sit staring at him unable to think or to speak.  He purses his full lips then smirks at you.

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Ivy: *Rescues Penguin from a watery grave*
Ivy: *Nurses Penguin back to health with her plants and makes him food*
Penguin: Bye, bitch. You’re a freak. G2G kill someone. 

Ivy: *Finds out Selena’s in the hospital clinging to life.*
Ivy: *Brings badass healing plants to Selena’s room to save her life and stays by her bedside until she wakes up*
Selena: Whatever. Bye, bitch. G2G kill someone. 


Does anyone remember that short film where a guy gets bit by his zombie wife before killing her, and straps his baby daughter to his back and puts meat on a stick to keep his slowly converting zombie brain going forward and off his daughter until he can get her somewhere safe?

because I remember that short film.

I’m still not over it

You Are The Winter Soldier. (Part 8/?)

Originally posted by mamalaz


Warnings: swearing, violence

New York, 2014

“What is your location, Asset?” the noise of Pierce’s voice screeched in your ear. You hated him, but you had to obey him. You preferred Zola.

“I am in position.” you replied coldly, trying to hint for him to shut up.

“Okay, tell me again. What are you doing?” he asked you, he drove you insane. You knew what you had to do, who to kill and when. He treated you like a child, and you were the best, deadliest assassin in history.

“Wait for the agents to get Fury out of his vehicle, then I snipe him from above. If I do not have a clear shot, I get to ground level and end him hand-to-hand.” you said to him, rolling your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Good. Rumlow, what is your location?” Pierce asked over the comm.

“Coming up behind him, boss.” Rumlow growled in your ear. If there was one person you despised more than Pierce it was Rumlow. Let’s say he is the one who handles your punishments.

You could hear the faint sounds of gunshots and the shouting of commands over the comm, and then you saw the black van speeding round the corner and the police cars racing after him. You were too busy hating the two men in control of you to take your shot.

“ASSET! YOU MISSED THE DAMN SHOT!” Rumlow screamed in anger to you across the comm. You could hear Pierce’s shouts too, but you were too busy thinking of a new solution.

“Shit…” you muttered under your breath. Pierce would have your head if you failed to kill Fury.

You put your rifle on your back and began sprinting across the rooftops, desperate to keep up with them. Luckily, the serum Zola injected you with gave you increased abilities, and speed was one of them. When you realised the rooftop was coming to an end, you crossed your fingers and launched yourself off the roof, landing like a cat in the middle of the street.

“The fuck…?” Rumlow whispered into the comm.

You threw an explosive under Fury’s vehicle and backed out the way.

“All units stand down. I’ve got this.” you said into the comm. All the police cars reversed and drove in different directions away from the scene.

You pulled your rifle off your back again and began running towards the car which was engulfed in flames at this point. You ripped off the door and could’ve screamed when you saw nothing but a hole in the ground.

“Pierce, the target has escaped.” you shouted into the comm.

“Get your ass back here, soldier.” he growled. You rolled your eyes again, nobody scared you.

You heard gunshots getting closer, your senses heightening.

“Rumlow, what is your location?” you said into the comm.

“Coming back for you, princess.” he said sarcastically into the comm. He knew how much you hated pet names.

“Are you engaged in shooting?” you questioned, reloading your rifle and getting into position to engage targets.

“No, we are in the air. Three people, armed, are heading your way. Be ready.” Rumlow said, you could sense panic in his tone. Again, you weren’t scared, just ready. You had been longing for a kill for a while now.

“Any idea who they are?” you whispered, crouching behind a different car at the other side of the street.

“Negative, but I presume they work for SHIELD. Take them out.” he said. Your three favourite words brought a smirk to your face.

“I have visual.” you said, aiming your gun towards a red-headed woman with a handgun in her waist holster.

“Hold your fire!” Pierce suddenly shouted over the comm.

“What?! Why?” you huffed, annoyed he ruined your kill.

“That’s Captain America, James Barnes, and Natasha Romanoff. SHIELD’s best agents. Get out of there, we need them alive.” Pierce said.

“B-Barnes?” you questioned him. You recognised the name. James Barnes.

“нанести ущерб.” Pierce said. Your trigger words drove you back to your Winter Soldier state. Emotionless. (wreak havoc)

You saw the helicopter landing on the roof at the other side of the street. You huffed, knowing Rumlow would have landed there on purpose for you to be shot at. Without thinking, you sprinted across the street, making sure your mask was firmly on your face. You jumped off the top of Fury’s car, landing perfectly beside the helicopter on the roof. You could hear bullets ricocheting off the helicopter, so you jumped in and flew away. You could tell by the smug look on Rumlow’s face you were being punished for this.

2 days later, New York

Natasha and Steve were standing next to Fury’s body. Bucky was waiting outside, keeping an eye out. He was trying to chat up Agent Hill, but failing miserably.

“Steve, Nat, we have to take his body.” she called into the room from the hallway.

Nat wiped a single tear from her face and walked out, Steve following close behind.

“Wait, we have new intel on who did this to Fury.” Agent Hill said, stopping the three from leaving. They all spun around.

She handed Steve a file with the Hydra logo printed over the front. The phrase ‘Winter Soldier Programme’ written in the corner. 

“What the hell is this?” Bucky asked, looking over Steve’s shoulder.

“Hydra’s newest asset.” Nat answered, turning to face the both of them.

“How do you know that?” Steve asked her. Nat rolled her eyes.

“I came face to face with her on a mission a few years ago. She was created by Hydra. She is the deadliest, most feared assassin in history. Nobody knows who she is or where she came from but they do know she has a certain way of killing, so all the patterns are the same. The patterns began around the same time you two went under during the war. It is thought she was going to be used as a secret weapon to fight in the army. They needed someone unknown, with no family and little friends so they wouldn’t notice when she went missing.” Nat lifted up her shirt slightly, showing a scar on her stomach. “She killed a fellow agent with one bullet, went right through me. Bye-bye bikinis.”

“Yeah, bet you look awful in them now.” Bucky winked at her. Nat just scoffed and went back to what she was saying.

“Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe she exists. The ones that do call her the Winter Soldier.” Nat said, waiting for their response.

“Why didn’t you tell us before?” Steve asked.

“I thought she was dead. She went off the radar for almost two years. I figured she might have been KIA.” Nat said, “I was wrong. It appears she was training for something. Something big. She’s more skilled than ever, and the tactics she was using appear different. They’ve changed her, made her more hard to find and deadlier. She’s gonna take down SHIELD.”

on friday when I met Emma Blackery for the first time she told us ‘if you have no plans for the future or have no idea what you’re gonna do with you life you should only plan your life until the next meal’ (or somthing along those lines) and I think that’s the most perfect life advice I have ever recieved and I’m definitely doing it from now on

but anon…..will u love me 5ever…..

ahahahah actually youll probably hate me after this sorry goTTA GO

Right, she typed eagerly, not missing a beat of excitement. Finally a tumblr update that’s actually useful!

She bit the inside of her cheeks and exited the chat box, absent-mindedly checking her activity page and sighing, because truthfully, all she was waiting for was the notification that he had responded.

Of course, lately her thoughts had all revolved around him. She had admired him from afar – his photography was absolutely breathtaking, the most gorgeous, simplistic, but at the same time complex views of nature. A goddamn picture of a leaf he took almost brought her to tears.

She couldn’t quite remember how her half-assed music blog with lame, minimalist quotes (yes, she was that kind of person) had stumbled across his complete and utter prowess – but she had been star-struck instantly, and awkwardly followed him, hoping in shame that she would stay a shadow forever.

Unfortunately for her, the person who ran the blog had a thing for awkward blogs with awkward tags and awkward everything, because it only took him a few minutes to follow back.

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I understand the facts. I know that she had reams of information about me, and about my life, and about the people that were close to me. And I understand that if she slipped up that she would have a completely reasonable explanation for it. And I guess to expect you to have seen past that is perhaps asking a bit too much. But when I was Over There, I thought about you. And you were just a figment of my imagination. But I held onto you. And it wasn’t reasonable, and it wasn’t logical, but I did it, so…