so this is how you do it

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(1/6) "Well you've caught me, Hunter," the Jinn sneered, not even bothering to stand up. Dean untied the only still-living victim - a recent catch who was able to run, and run he quickly did. Dean checked the ammo in his gun with detached muscle memory. "Well?" the Jinn prompted, annoyed. "On your feat," Dean said. The Jinn smirked. "Ah, want me to stand for my execution." Dean watched him without seeing him; his mind focused on something more important and final. "No, not that," Dean said.

(2/6) The Jinn narrowed his eyes - skeptical. “Then what? Torture?” It was Dean’s turn to smirk, a sad turn of his mouth. “It is worse than death, isn’t it…” he said quietly to himself. Then fixed his gaze once more. “Look, I know Jinn don’t grant wishes,” Dean said. “I know how this ride works because I’ve been on it before. It’s all a lie - a dream - a gilded cage. But–” Dean swallowed and blinked, strengthening what was left of his resolve. “If this is the real world… I’ll take the lie.”

(3/6) Dean’s hand was on the door. He couldn’t remember what he was doing. He just stood there, confused. Then the door opened for him from the other side and a woman greeted him warmly. “There you are,” she said with a smile and a friendly touch. “Come on, we’re doing presents soon.” She pulled Dean into the room. “Mom?” Dean half-choked, blinking at the brightness of it all. There was a Christmas tree with lights and presents, and there was cake and pie and drinks on the all bunker tables.

(4/6) “What is all this?” Dean asked. “Something we should have done a long time ago,” his mother beamed. She caught Sam’s eye and wandered off to stand with him as he introduced her to the girl under his arm - Eileen. “Hey Dean–” said Kevin, before Charlie ambushed him in a hug. “Sorry, tried to warn you,” Kevin shrugged. The two kids went off to get snacks. Dean stared in disbelief. The more he looked the more faces he recognized. His heart ached for it but he felt it growing lighter now.

(5/6) Yet something told him this was all too good to be true. It couldn’t happen like this. But here it was. Why couldn’t he just accept that. Dean closed his eyes and rubbed at his face, taking a slow deep breath. And then he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey. Feeling okay?” The voice washed over him like a powerful ocean. And Dean remembered. He was okay. It was Christmas. And everyone was here. He opened his eyes. “It’s you,” he said. “Of course,” Cas smiled. Dean sighed. Everything was–

(6/6) “Dean! Dean, wake up. Come on!” The world was dark. The world was pain and aches and cold. His body was being shaken. The side of his face sting from the hard slap. “Dean!” The voice said as his eyes fluttered open. The blurry shape came into focus. Sam. Bringing him back. On the ground the Jinn was dead. And Dean remembered. Everyone was– Everything was– was– “Dean?” Sam said, gripping his shoulders. “It’s okay now.” Dean closed his eyes again and let out a quiet breath. “–no.”

Originally posted by fraddit

also since i always miss  munday,  have a pic of your local mess pre job interview today  !!

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“fav vid from emh so far?” uh the one with Evan walking around shirtless and talking about how he killed someone- “that’s your fav cus of the story development right?” Nah I jus really like that Shirtless Evan™👌👏

Happy Birthday to our Cherry Boy!! He deserves a really big hug!
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(Yoichi is standing on his tiptoes. Also Kimizuki is a part of the squad hug too.)

i guess it’s time to confess that not only am i actually over forty years old, but blackmail material is also over forty years old and i’ve been shipping lunael since before either of them were born #getonmylevel

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  • my sister: Huh? Is she not going to introduce Allura at all?
  • Pidge: And this is Princess Allura of Altea.
  • Matt: *is immediately blinded by Allura's beauty*
  • my sister, groaning: Oh please nooooooooo


I have revealed my true and final form to everyone. Greetings, I’m Bika and this is me. The one who runs this blog and completely been bombarded by Guardians who are smooth as silk when filling my inbox with love. From what if you date me and call me babe if you date me kind of stuff because everyone deserve to be loved. Even you, who are reading this.

As for my hair, it has two colour. Red and violet blue. Sadly, the colour has fade. And yeah, I place stickers on my Controller due to that my lil bro use my PS4. It came from a bundle if I buy 2 games which I did. 

Enough of that, I hope you guys are happy that I pulled down the curtains and show you this. 

Originally posted by runningwithhelicopters

excuse me while I watch this video, for the millionth time because I broke the replay button.

I’ve never really learned how to miss things. People. Places. I moved around a lot as a kid. And always, really. I’ve been on the move my entire life. Running from or to something. Who knows. That’s another post. 

I’ve been away from home for three weeks. Big work trip to Switzerland. And for the first time in my life I think I have some glimmering of an idea of what people mean when they say they miss home. I’ve missed my apartment and my roommate and my friends. I’ve missed my bed and my routine and my favorite restaurants. I’ve missed home. Really, truly ached for it in a way I don’t think I ever have before. I kept thinking it would be nice to talk to people, to call people…my coworkers talk about that, about calling home and talking to loved ones. It sounds nice. I don’t really know how I’d do it. I’ve never really learned how to behave when you miss something. What would I even say? Who would I even call? I don’t really know. There is just some new, fumbling part of me that wants to reach out toward home. Some way to know it’s still there.

See, I’m really bad at permanence. A lot of moving, a lot of death, a lack of family, a bout of serial monogamy (probably in an attempt to fill this very void….) does this thing to you where nothing feels permanent. I know my apartment will be there when I go home. I know my roommate will be there. I know my friends will be there. I know things are still there. Logically I know that. 

But some part of me doesn’t believe it. Not really. As excited as I am to go home, some part of me doesn’t want to. Wants to disappear off into the wild blue yonder, to never find out how little home needs me or wants me. To never discover what little impact my presence (or lack thereof) has on this place that has become so important to me. 

On this trip (and indeed in the last year or so) I’ve learned a lot about what it means to have a home. I’m not entirely sure I like it.

anonymous asked:

Apparently from their comment on their blog, they werent claiming the stories as their own, they just put them there to read o their phone, since they didnt like ao3?

They should’ve

1) ASKED FOR PERMISSION. I can’t believe that someone thinks it’s okay to just steal someone’s fic and post it elsewhere without consulting them first.

2) Actually…. linked back to the author. Or at least mentioned their name?? Just saying ‘I didn’t write this’ is no way near enough. 

If they’re too immature to realize this, they’re way too young to be reading my fic. I hope at the very least this was a learning experience for them, and that it’s taught them not to outright steal other people’s intellectual property in the future.

Okay so I might have a tiny (read: huge) crush on this guy who finally talked to me today at Diwali and I can’t stop gushing about it even though I completely embarrassed myself in front of him and likely won’t get to talk to him much again unless I get lucky but UGH HE’S SO CUTE AND DORKY I LOVE 😍

Chibi Meera (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)~.

What is going on here even (says ‘idk what to draw’ and ‘i’ve drawn lots of tsu’ starts drawing not-tsu, turns into tsu, turns into what’s going on here tsu and bonus toko)
Inktober Day 16 2017

On a happier note, Jen Bartel is drawing Pharmercy!

In fact, she’s drawing all of your favorite wlw ships and lady favs.


And super, extra, special bonus:

Pharah and Mercy are holding hands!


“You had Aunt Lysa send a letter to our parents telling them it was the Lannisters who murdered Jon Arryn when, really, it was you. The conflict between the Starks and the Lannisters, it was you who started it. Do you deny it?