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“The devil take thy soul!”

an attempt at portraiture, values, and digital painting, featuring everyone’s favourite master of shadows

12x12 Coda: Watching Over You

I think this is the fastest I’ve ever written a coda.  Dean takes Cas to a motel to recover.  For the second coda this season, someone loses their shirt and there’s some bed sharing.  Sort of.

Cas isn’t stupid, not by a long shot.  Even through a haze of growing pain, he could watch.  He could listen.  And he didn’t miss how Mary’s eyes dropped for a fraction of a second when Ramiel demanded a stolen object returned.

He’d filed it away for later.  Well. That is, if there was a later, which at the moment, hadn’t seemed that likely.

Now that later is a reality, he can’t bring himself to impart the knowledge to Dean.  It’s been too stressful of an hour to add that.  So Cas quietly allows Dean to lead him, slowly, to the car Mary had taken to get them here.

He’s also not unobservant.  He doesn’t miss the way Dean’s hand is trembling, however minutely, on his arm.

“Only a few more steps,” Dean says in his ear.  Gentle. Soothing.  Like Cas imagines a hospice nurse would speak.  Dean’s still afraid he’s going to shatter into a million pieces, dissolve into oozing black goo. (Again.  Which recalls a few memories that Cas would rather forget.). “Take it easy, Cas.  This isn’t a race.”

“We’re crawling,” Cas points out, but he doesn’t argue.

Technically, he shouldn’t be tired at all, but there’s a certain lethargy to his bones that he can’t quite shake.  He suspects that there will be some time before he feels normal again.

“Shut up.” It’s said teasingly, but Cas can feel Dean’s eyes lingering on the back of his head a few beats longer than they normally would.

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Mr and Mrs Denver

Originally posted by thetriofromuncle

Requested by anonymous:

“Hi!! Can you do a Napoleon Solo where the reader and him have to act like their married for a mission (like in the illya one) except Solo catches feelings for her and starts to love her and then she gets hurt. He starts to panic and confesses his love.”

Warnings: Violence, sexual comments, fluff, swearing

Note: Ah I’m so excited for my first solo imagine, I love him <33

The vacant, still street was completely silent apart from the clicking of your heels on the pavement. The night was cool, cold actually. So cold that each breath became visible in front of you like a wisp of smoke as you exhaled. A breeze picked up on the street causing a shiver to run down your spine. In response to this you automatically gripped onto your leopard print coat, pressing it into your body more.

It didn’t help that underneath this coat all you were wearing was a skin tight, barely there dress. It was designed to attract the attention of a certain sleazy, ex-government official and it had worked. You had retrieved the stolen government files just like Waverly had instructed you to do, now the problem was getting the hell out of here. Waverly had told you to meet him at a certain hotel but the problem was you had no money for a cab (there was no room for you to put it anywhere in your dress, obviously) and no way to call him to get yourself picked up. 

So, you had to walk.

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Two Lives One Person

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, OC Cameron, Laura Barton, Barton children

Warnings: probably some swearing but other than that none :)

Summary: Reader has a four year old son from another relationship but Bucky loves him nevertheless. After dropping him off at Laura and Clint’s, Bucky just has to tell Y/N how amazed he is by her juggling this life and her other.

Word Count: 3,362

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Recap and Review: ‘The X-Files: Stolen Lives’

Another audiobook has joined The X-Files library shelf. “The X-Files: Stolen Lives” was released by Audible on October 3rd. Based on the Season 10 comics from IDW, this continues the adventures of Mulder and Scully from “Cold Cases.” The stories are written by Joe Harris, executive produced by Chris Carter, and produced for audible by Dirk Maggs. Gillian Anderson, David Duchovny, and Mitch Pileggi return to their roles, and other fan favorites lend their voices as well. As with the first audiobook, you don’t need to be familiar with the comics to enjoy this audio version, but it does help. If you haven’t yet listened to “Cold Cases” I’d suggest trying that first. The audio series does not follow the timeline established in the TV version of Season 10 so there are events and characters that would seem out of place to new listeners. “Stolen Lives” has some solid scares so if you’re a monster of the week fan you’re in luck. But it also dives into some mythology, though not quite as heavily as “Cold Cases.”

Does “Stolen Lives” pass the bar set by “Cold Cases?”  Hit the jump for our recap and review.

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The X-Files: Stolen Lives - coming out October 3, 2017

The division has been reopened, but nothing is as it seems in this electrifying follow-up to The X-Files: Cold Cases, starring David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, and a full cast. 
“In a world filled with shades of gray, we have to carefully choose which cloak we wear….“ 
Out of the ashes of the Syndicate, a new, more powerful threat has emerged. Resurrected members of this fallen group - now shadows of their former selves - seemingly bend to the will of someone, or something, with unmatched abilities and an unknown purpose. As those believed to be enemies become unlikely allies and trusted friends turn into terrifying foes, FBI agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully become unknowing participants in a deadly game of deception and retribution, the stakes of which amount to the preservation of humankind. Based upon the graphic novels by Joe Harris - with creative direction from series creator Chris Carter -adapted specifically for the audio format by aural auteur Dirk Maggs (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Alien: Out of the Shadows), and directed by William Dufris of AudioComics, Stolen Lives further explores the sonic landscape of Mulder and Scully’s paranormal investigations while continuing the epic storyline begun in Cold Cases. 
Demonic possession. Flesh-eating swarms. Mind-altering hallucinogenic trips. Listeners experience it all alongside Mulder and Scully in this original dramatization that reunites Duchovny and Anderson once more with fan-favorite characters: Walter Skinner (Mitch Pileggi), Cigarette Smoking Man (William B. Davis), and the Lone Gunmen (Tom Braidwood, Dean Haglund, and Bruce Harwood).The pieces have been set in motion. Those who were once savagely sought after will exact their revenge. Until their victims’ lives are no longer their own.


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Can you write a jealous Hotch imagine?? 

Requested by maximofftrash~

As Hotch entered the room, his attention was immediately stolen from the case file at the sound of your laughter. And usually, such a sound would be welcomed. Especially in the middle of a case, when everything was tense. But this time was different. Hotch’s gut immediately got tight and hot, like the Sun.

You were smiling at the local Sheriff, and the look on his face suggested he was pretty damn proud at making you laugh at whatever he just said. At that moment, you realized Hotch had come in, and you waved him over. “Hotch, listen to this joke Officer Carey told me.”

His eyes flickered over to the Sheriff, trying his hardest not to glare before Hotch shook his head. “We need to get back to work.” He replied tightly. “And I suggest you do the same.”

Your smile faltered; a sight Hotch did not want to see. “We were only taking a break…”

“Well, break’s over. We have a missing girl to find.”


Not Quite a Hooligan

Summary: You get a call from one of the locals, complaining about a group of “hooligans” racing on the local race track. But, things aren’t quite what they seem

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Cop!Reader

Word Count: 1248

Warnings: none

A/N: I kinda like it, it’s cute :3 Thank you anon for requesting, i hope you like it too!! :)

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Originally posted by keepbuckybaby

Being a cop means you’ve seen some serious shit, both hilarious and horrific. But, a lot of the time, you were always called out for the silliest things.

Today, of course, was no exception.

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Not Always Perfect

So I saw this post by @fatherhowelter about how most fan fiction depicts some unrealistic expectations for first times. And I COMPLETELY AGREE! I’ve noticed this in books too and movies and tv shows… ect.. the romanticized ‘first time’ always leaves out the groups of girls who have awkward / uncomfortable first times. I remember thinking myself whoa wtf it does not usually happen like that. Pain is subjective and everyone is different, we all have different experiences! So i’m in no way clumping everyone together or saying your first time has to be painful i’m just sharing my take on it and including a different perspective.

Originally posted by kelsyryannisalion

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

word count: 3.7

Summary: (this was supposed to be a short one shot but as you can see i’m a wordy bish and I got super carried away sorry) This is my take on the awkward / uncomfortable first time that doesn’t always end in great sex and mind blowing orgasms and cuddles . Also some backstory would be Bucky pre escape days. So he meets the reader, the daughter of one of the hydra leaders, at the compound he is stationed at and his curiosity gets the best of him and so does hers.

Now a Series: “Memory

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bosstoaster  asked:

Microfic: Shiro + Galaxy

By now, Coran has taught all of them to use the star charts on the bridge, and how to locate specific planets or bring up planetary data on any individual location.

Coran claims that it’s to ensure the paladins are all capable of handing themselves with Altean technology, and so they can plot a course accurately in the event that he or Allura are compromised. But all of them know better than that, even if Coran is kind enough to pretend otherwise. Shiro knows Lance sneaks up to the bridge all the time, to look at the charts and find Earth, and learn exactly how far away they are at any given point. He’s pretty sure Hunk does the same, sometimes even joining Lance on the midnight ventures. And he’s pretty sure Pidge uses it too, although she looks less at Earth, and more at the other galaxies, searching through files upon files of stolen data as she tries to guess where her father and brother might be. Even Keith visits the bridge every once and a while now and brings up the holographic stars, although he never searches for anything; just stares around at them all, with a searching, wondering expression on his face.

Shiro doesn’t begrudge any of them the chance to look, and if he heads to the bridge on a sleepless night or during an off moment to get some work done and one of them is there, he leaves them be. It’s a private thing for all of them, most of the time, and he doesn’t want to interfere.

But Shiro uses the charts, too. Late at night, after another grueling nightmare, he often finds himself wandering to the bridge. And if it’s unoccupied, he’ll bring up the charts himself, and the color coordinations filter to show which planets and entire galaxies are occupied by the Galra force, and which aren’t.

There’s always so much red, so many planets that have sent out distress signals and never received help. Millions of planets out there occupied by the Galra, spreading like a plague for ten thousand years unopposed. It’s on a scale so great Shiro’s human mind can barely comprehend it, and the task in front of the paladins is so huge sometimes this is the only way he can even come close to understanding just how much work they have to do. Even with Zarkon defeated. Even with the Empire starting to fragment. Even with the Blade of Marmora and their allies driving a wedge farther into the cracks every day.

Sometimes, after a victory—after they’ve liberated another planet, broken down another splintered faction of the Empire—Shiro will visit the star charts again too. He hunts down the galaxy they’re in, finds the planet, feels a tiny sense of pride when that little red dot changes to blue. He clings to that feeling of victory when he can, because for all their work, blood, sweat and tears, there’s still too much red in those charts.

And still he goes back, many nights, and brings them up again. The swathe of red across the galaxies, across the universe, is like a red storm. It’s so massive and they’re so small, even in Voltron, that they just aren’t strong enough or big enough to stop it no matter how much they try. He’s not sure why he expects to see an obvious, visual change, on those nights. Nothing they do seems enough. This doesn’t seem like a fight they can win. On those nights he despairs.

But then he remembers the little blue marks—the innocent planets that have yet to see the storm, and never will if they keep fighting, or the planets that have been freed because of all their work, however hopeless it seems.

And he gains a little more hope from them. Because it might be a difficult fight, and it might be impossible to free all of those planets. But those blue flecks amongst the stars are still worth fighting for, and he doesn’t intend to give up on it.

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The Partner Revealed - Part 6

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader 

Description: After the Drive-In’s incident, will things between them return to normal? Jason’s memorial reveals more than they expected about the case.  

Warnings: Cheryl’s bullying; other than that, I think you’re good. 

Word count: 3964  

A/N: Took me long enough to get it done. This is the slowest of burns… I wanted their relationship to build in the fic, not just explain it and move on. I promise you’ll get some ‘action’ next part! Also, there’s a reference to one of @jugheadxreaderinyourhead‘s stories.

Y/N’s point of view  

Y/N squints her eyes when sunlight invades her room, hitting her mirror and eventually her face. She’s been up all night after the Drive-In, with everything about it still clear in her memory. First, the long wait for Jughead, then the way his arm rested on the back of her seat, his breathing close to her skin… She imagines what his lips would’ve felt like, had he not backed away. Anyway, it’s no good wasting time on what ifs, so she gets up to take a shower and change the clothes that still smell like buttered popcorn and men’s cologne. The warm water falls down her body, soaking her hair and slowing her thoughts, finally getting her mind out of that.

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Chapter 96 spoilers just dropped like an atomic bomb on my heart and guess what???


Sorry everyone, Attack on Titan is cancelled, I have stolen the antagonists, I’m filing for adoption at this very moment, I am their mother now. Fuck right off, Isayama. RIIIIIIIIIGHT OOOOOOFFFFF!

the package

Clever got me this far, then tricky got me in
Eye on what I’m after, I don’t need another friend
Smile and drop the cliché ‘til you think I’m listening
I’ll take just what I came for, then I’m out the door again

There are things Sam has to remember, every day. Some days are harder than others.

The desk girl for the precinct is smiling at him, coquettish. He smiles back, making sure that his eyes crinkle at the corners. It’s how he looks honest. She’s hot, kind of—blonde hair, green eyes, nice enough tits. Maybe an eight. He thinks he’ll fuck her, once they murder the rugaru.

“Agent?” Samuel says, turning to go.

Sam nods, taps the case file they’ve stolen on the counter. “Thank you for your help, Madeleine,” he says, and she bites the inside of her lip. Good. He’s got her business card, with her personal cell written in curvy script on the other side. He’ll probably have to go her apartment, but at least it’ll be easy to ditch her when they’re done.

In the car, Samuel tugs his tie loose and gives him a look across the seat. “Flirting with the secretary, huh? She’s cute.”

Sam doesn’t acknowledge it. The afternoon’s cool, the sun sinking in the sky. October in Indiana, the days stretching out longer than they should. He’s always thought daylight savings was a joke.

“Okay, then,” Samuel says, once the silence has stretched. “Wait until dark, or wait until he goes to work?”

“Why wait?” Sam says. He flicks a finger at the case file. “He’s probably home now. Let’s ice him, get it over with.”

Samuel props an elbow on the steering wheel, frowns at him. “His wife’s probably home,” he says, after a second. He’s giving Sam one of those… looks. Sam looks out the window again. “Maybe we don’t scare the civilians, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sam says. He puts on another brief smile, meets Samuel’s eyes. Steady, trustworthy. “Of course.”

He doesn’t know why it matters. The woman’s going to have a dead husband either way; what does it matter if she sees the corpse now or later? This is one of those things, though. He forgets. People are—sentimental.

Samuel wants burgers for dinner. Fine. They eat in the car, some old-man music that Samuel wants to listen to playing. Sam introduced him to CDs recently, and wishes now that he hadn’t. But, whatever. They park half a block down from the rugaru’s house, waiting for him to make a move, and Sam folds his arms, cross his ankles, settles in for a long night. Waiting is annoying. Something he remembers doing, from before. He supposes it’s part of the game.

Around eleven o’clock, Samuel starts awake. Sam keeps his eyes on the house’s dark façade. “Oh, damn, sorry,” Samuel says. He wipes his mouth. “Must’ve fallen asleep.”

Sam looks at him, across the seat. What is he supposed to say to that. So many pointless conversations. Samuel’s a good hunter—not as good as Sam, and not as good as Dean used to be—but the storehouse of knowledge, the no-nonsense attitude, that’s what Sam sticks around for. Still, it’s sometimes hard for Sam not to just beat that bald head in. He thinks he’s probably supposed to feel a little more for someone ostensibly his grandfather. He looks back at the house. No movement.

“Not all that far from Cicero,” Samuel says, after a while.

“Hour and a half,” Sam says. The house is totally dark. Maybe this is a waste of time. “Two hours, the way you drive.”

“Ha.” Samuel shifts in his seat, and Sam can tell he’s being watched. “You sure you don’t want to go see your brother?”

Sam bites back a sigh. He wishes he hadn’t told Samuel where Dean was. “Yes, I’m sure,” he says. “I wanted him to have a life, and he has it. He’s out. I’m not going to ruin that.”

Samuel grunts. “Can’t believe he managed to stay out,” he says, but it’s a more dismissive tone. Subject dropped.

There’s a brief impulse to defend Dean, but there’s no point to it. Samuel has no idea. Sam remembers. He made Dean promise. He held Dean’s face in his hands and Dean had stared at him like he was gut-shot, broken-open, and Sam remembers so clearly the shine of wet at his eyelashes, the warm give of his skin, the way he’d come for Sam, had bled and died for Sam, would give anything, even his life’s purpose, for Sam. He remembers the feeling, clearly—wanting something better for his brother. Wishing he could give even a tenth of what he’d been given. The feeling isn’t there, now.

Down the street, the door on the house opens, and out steps the rugaru under the streetlight—Mack Jenkins, age forty, no idea what’s happening to him. Pale and slavering and running with blood on his mouth.

“Whoops,” Sam says, while Samuel’s grabbing up his flamethrower from the floorboards. “Looks like Mrs. Jenkins may not have made it, after all.”

Samuel curses and throws his door open, and then Sam’s running, the hunt beating fast in his blood, finally using his body to its purpose, the spike of adrenaline filling him up, at last—

The rugaru’s burning. Sam stands close to the flames, where it’s warm. Samuel’s coughing, out of breath. Weak. Oh, well. At least he had the intel. Still—sometimes Sam wishes for his brother. Whatever his faults—and they’re many—Dean can keep up, in a way that none of the Campbells have been able to. He douses the corpse with another gout of flame, making sure that the body crisps to ash. “I’m going to wait in the car,” Samuel says, and Sam nods, puts on another smile until Samuel turns around, and then lets it fall off his face. While he waits, he pulls out the girl’s business card, looks at her cell number. Sometimes he really does wish he hadn’t made that promise. If Dean were here he would’ve gotten the hunt done faster, and when they got back to the motel—

But, no. He made the decision, back then. He must have had a good reason, even if he can’t feel it now. He watches the flames. He’ll ditch Samuel, once he’s done here. He’ll call Madeleine. He’ll have to wait through two drinks, maybe three. He’ll have to smile, pretend to give a shit about her, but he knows what he looks like and it won’t take all that long, he’s betting. Her eyes are green, which helps. She was hot enough for him that it’ll be easy to get her on her belly, to make her let him fuck her ass, to push her facedown into the pillow and imagine someone else. He feels like taking his time, tonight. He hopes she won’t cry. He hates that.

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I swear I am going to end up in Radley after this show is finished

I’m not sure if I’m slightly upset we didn’t get to see the dialogue between Aria and Nicole, only because its been so dragged out with Ezra being gone for the most of 7B. Why has Ezra been missing this whole time? I mean it’s so confusing since Nicole is NOT in NY but close enough for Aria to have driven to the clinic, yet he doesn’t even come home to change his clothes and have some rest? Shady Ezra, shady. 

So do all members of the A team have keys to all the liars’ houses just like Mona? The idea of people creeping in and out of a house is so frustrating. You’ve been doing this for how many years? Since you were 16? Why are there no cameras anywhere near your damn houses? SERIOUSLY?! 

Aria is being shady. Honestly no wonder Ezria is a couple, they are both shady. I think I have been completely desensitized to their “shock faces”, all I keep thinking is “I know you’re part of this”. 

Okay so this episode was awesome and the fact that some answers are smacking me straight in the face is amazing. However I have a couple questions because I am genuinely confused after watching it. So now, I am re watching this. Because it’s not like I have 2 essays due *cough cough* - moving on. 

Here we go:

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