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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.”

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@cryptidhanzoshimada said i should ask you for a Classic™ Mchanzo color palete bc my luck’s run dry

aaayyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee alright cool beans!
Not sure if you’re looking for an “aesthetic” palette, so let me know if that’s what you meant! but here’s the basic “Classic™ Mchanzo” color palette i usually use which are picked off their models + official palette:

Also there are several cool palette generators out there, like Adobe’s Color Wheel that are really fun to play with to get your creative juices flowin’.

Have fun! *finger guns*

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Why do I feel like they're going to have the Time Bureau kick Rip out after he constantly defends the Legends where someone reminds Rip of his roots in season 1 where he rebelled for his family. So Rip the British loveable idiot realises the Legends are his family. Also during the break Guggenheim asshole ended up replying to a time canary tweet where he said to the shipper you and I only think Rip and Sara should be a thing basically confirms the writers aren't setting up time canary :(

honestly rip getting kicked out of the club he founded is the Peak rip hunter aesthetic and like, as far as time canary, i would literally rather they never fucking kiss than have them written the way marc thinks they should be written. like since s1, there has been a real tug of war between marc and phil- marc thinks it’s romantic that savage wanted to kidnap kendra until she loved him, phil made a point of everyone protecting kendra from her abuser. marc wants ray to be his self insert so way more of a jerk, phil is the one who makes ray so nice. so whatever marc thinks they should be doing, i will give phil klemmer $1000 us american dollars to keep ignoring it. the way time canary is right now is an intense and beautiful relationship, and i am happy with it so long as that means marc can never touch it. i want him 1000000000 ft away from sara at all times.

Dear N,

You think I dance with you because I have no other opportunety.

You think I dance with you because you are taller than me. 

You think I dance with you because you want to. 

You think I dance with you because I have no second choice.

Listen to me!

I dance with you because you are kind.

I dance with you because you make me smile.

I dance with you because you like me and talk to me like noone else does.

I dance with you, because its my decision that i took.

I dance with you because I want to. Its not because P dont wants to. Its not because L said I should dance with you. Its because I want this. 

I want to be in this important night with you. 


Oc October ~ Shoot him Down (James March) part 2

part 1 is right here. Again this OC was created by @larina-marinie​ enjoy!


“Dearest, now that our relationship has extended into intimate territory I think you should know about me.” James said to me. We were sitting down in the bar, Nino was at a table nearby coloring with Holden. “Oh, okay very well James. Was there something in particular that you wanted to let me know?” I asked.

“Yes, well I should start with the most important…I’m dead.” he said plainly. I just laughed, “James I already knew that.” I said to him. His face twisted into a confused look. “How exactly?”

“Well, I grew up in a haunted house since I was five. I was raised by my aunt and ghosts so I kinda have an eye for the undead now. I don’t care that you’re dead James.” I tell him.

He smiled, “That’s good to know my love. There is another secret you should be wary of. A hobby of mine.”

“James I googled you, I know you killed people.” I said.

“Kill.” he corrected me. “I still kill.” I was briefly taken back, but returned to normal. “I’ve came to terms with this regardless if it’s present or past tense. I can see the kindness in you and I know you wouldn’t hurt me or my son.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t dream of doing that.” he added. I smiled and placed my hand over his, “My son loves you and he already sees you more of a father than his real one, the bastard. Just promise you will not kill in front of my child.”

He leaned forward and kissed me. “Oogie mama.” Nino said. He stuck his tongue out at the two of us and we both chuckled. “I promise my love, I won’t kill in front of Nino.”

“DOLORES!” a man’s voice echoed in the lobby.

“No what the hell? Johnny?” I said, sending a confused looked to James. “He’s in prison.” The man continued to call out for me and Nino and eventually found us in the lounge. I pulled Nino into my arms and stayed close to James.

“Can I help you sir?” James asked, keeping himself between me and Johnny. “Yeah, move so I can be with my lady and kid. Nino, come to Papi.” he said with a twisted smile.

Nino buried his face into my chest and shook his head, “No.”

“Johnny you were suppose to be in prison.” I spat at him. “I got out baby, to be with you and Nino.” he said.

“Were you released or did you escape? We don’t want you Johnny.” I said pulling myself further away from him. “All that matters is that I’m here now so we can be together. I messed up mi corazon, give me another chance.” he said back.

His hand stretched forward and James was quick to grab him and pin him to the railing of the lounge. “You will not touch her.” he said behind a clenched jaw. “I suggest you leave before I get really angry.”

Just then the police arrived. “Up here.” James called out to the police down below. They rushed up to the lounge and quickly detained Johnny before taking him off the property. James came up to me and Nino. “Are you two alright?”

I nodded my head, but Nino was visibly upset. “Nino, why don’t we go to the kitchen? I had a new shipment of mint ice cream that I need help to go through.” James said. “Okay dad.” Nino responded.

We were both taken back from what Nino said. He lifted from me and reached for James, who took him into his arms. “I also have cotton candy flavored and bubblegum sprinkles.” he added. My face lifted up and smiled. “I should come too, adult supervision and what not.”

James just laughed and we all went to the kitchen. He pulled out the small pints of ice cream and gave us spoons. He shared his pint of mint ice cream with Nino while I had my own pint to myself.

Nino started to feel better and even after the sugar he was getting tired. James took him and we headed up to my suite. James and I tucked Nino in and left the door opened as we went down to James’ suite.

We shared a drink together in and he offered to dance with me. “That would be lovely James.” I said taking his hand. One hand was gently on my hip while the other grasped my free hand. I placed my other hand on his shoulder and we danced to the soft jazz that played in his room.

I took a deep breath as my head rested on his chest as we swayed, “Tell me everything about you James. If you want to be in my life, I want every detail. No secrets, that’s how I ended up losing everything.”

“Elizabeth was my first wife, she cheated on me, so I imprisoned her lovers in the hotel under her nose so she wouldn’t leave me. Then she took everything I had because I was caught by the police and committed suicide before they could take me away. I thought she turned me in, but it was really Miss.Evers. Me and Elizabeth have a son Bartholomew who was inflicted with the same disease that inflicts her. She’s very protective of our son and even I rarely get to see him. He’s forever stuck as an infant. Once a year I host a dinner party with other serial killers.” he started to pour out.

I absorbed every word he spoke as he came clean to me. “I understand if any of this causes you to want to end our relationship, but I still wish to provide you with the lodgings to make sure you and your son have some place to live.” he said to me with a quick kiss to the top of my head.

I shook my head, “No, I want to stay with you James. Despite your very dark nature, I find you more comforting and Nino adores you, he called you dad for Christ sakes.”

“I want you to know that as long as you two are in the hotel I will do whatever I can to protect you and Nino.”

I lifted my head up and kissed him. “Let me show you how much I appreciate you James.” With the hand already holding his I led him to the bed and pushed him onto the mattress gently. He sat on the edge of the bed and I straddled his lap as I started to remove his jacket, ascot, and buttoned shirt. With each article of clothing I removed I kissed him.

He moved my arms up above my head as he removed my t shirt and unhooked my bra. We helped each other in undoing our pants before I got off of him to completely remove my pants. He did the same, leaving him in just his underwear as he crawled his way to the top of the bed and under the sheets.

With a four year old around, I didn’t have the desire of teaching him how babies were made so James was more than happy to always keep that part covered when we decided to be intimate in the event that Nino ever walked in on us.

I moved into the bed and straddled him. I rolled my hips against him and my hands rested against the headboard. James smirked as his hands started to caress the skin before he started to squeeze my chest.

I grunted from his touch; he never failed to excite my body even in the slightest touch. Our lips connected in a passion filled kiss as my hands started to interlace themselves in his hair to keep him on me. He tasted of tobacco, whiskey, and mint.

He groaned against my lips as his hands pulled me by the arms closer to bring me closer. My hips still moved against his lower region with a slow and soft pace. He started to trail his lips down my neck and my head fell to his shoulder. Soft moans started to escape my mouth as he started to suckle on a weak spot of mine.

His hands trailed down my legs and reached his briefs where he pushed them down to free his erection. I followed suit and pushed my panties to the side.

With one quick movement he pushed into me and both our heads fell back in bliss as we took in each other. I slowly started to move up and down on his length. His hands held onto my lower back to control my speed.

“James!” I gasped as he pushed up to get deeper into me. “You feel amazing my sweet.” he grunted and started to move with me. I did my best to stifle my noises: biting my lip,  covering my mouth with my hand, I even resorted to biting James on the shoulder when the pleasure started to overwhelm me.

He merely grunted at the pain I caused and bucked violently into me. “That’s fantastic my dear.” he gritted behind his teeth. I let out a whimper next to his ear as my head stayed rested on his shoulder. “James, baby I’m so close.”

“I can tell my love, your body is starting to make those noises again.” he said. “It’s sinful music to my ears to hear how well my body brings you pleasure.”

His hands raked across my back, scratching me, before one hand trailed further down to my clit. He started to slowly and messily draw circles against it to further edge me to my climax. I no longer was able contain my noises and I was loudly moaning and crying out for James.

My head pulled back as I started to succumb to my pleasures and came on him. I cried out his name once more, my voice started to go hoarse from the straining. He released a low roar as his head buried into my chest. I felt his knees push into my back as his heels dug into the mattress trying to push himself as far as he could in me as he climaxed.

We came down from our highs slowly together, only to be quickly brought out of it by Nino’s voice coming into the room.

“Mama, what’s going on?” he asked walking into the bedroom. I quickly got off of James and covered myself with the blanket. “Nothing mijo.” I said. “I heard you scream.” he responded, quickly yawning right after.

“I just scared your mother by accident Nino.” James responded. “Mama said you should always make up with the person you scared, did you make up with mama?” Nino asked rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, he did.” I said smirking over at James; he responded back with a smile of his own and wink.


I think I can deal with it, but I kept going through it. Until one day only a few years ago, I thought I cannot deal with it. This is holding me back in life. This is not how I’m supposed to be and I want to overcome it. So I looked back at my life, at the things that may have made me this way that I could change the baggage that I was holding on to and said, “I don’t need you anymore!

It’s so important to know you should be happy and proud of who you are. (x)

Partner and I have been rewatching The Two Towers for the first time in a long time.

anyway, one thing that has always been weird for me is Eomer giving Hasufel and Arod to random strangers, just like that.  Just giving them away, two horses, to a trio of foreign travelers he just met and had suspected of being spies.

like.  what?  This is Rohan.  Horses are the thing you value above all else, I don’t care if their riders are dead, even if their riders don’t have actual heirs somewhere to whom ownership would pass (or Rohirric inheritance law works differently and ownership has somehow defaulted to their éored’s commander, IDK), you’re still a calvary force planning to see a lot more battle in the near future, chances are high you’re going to end up with horseless riders who’ll need them.

this time I actually processed the fact, though, that Eomer believes they’ve inadvertantly killed two innocents, prisoners of the orcs, the beloved companions of these travelers.

The horses aren’t a gift.  They’re weregild.

When your parents want to go through your phone to see what you’re hiding but all you have are memes