#I’m frickin dying

[adaine-abernantt]

If I don’t get on the internet tomorrow to see edits of Lou as Mr. Peanut… words will be had

#lou wilson #mr. peanut #I frickin love Lou’s laugh #I’m dying #THIS MAN COUGHS WHEN HE LAUGHS TOO MUCH JUST LIKE ME #dimension 20 #d20 #dropout #dropout tv #adventuring academy #brennan lee mulligan

[fallenfawnn]

If I met you I'd ask you to teach me D&D

i’ve only played two one-off sessions :( so i feel like i’d not be the best teacher. i like.. know hot to play and understand all the rules n stuff bc i’m a teeny obsessed with it but like.. i don’t have much actual playing experience :( :( but but this is still rlly cute tho

tell me what u would do if u met me

#i want a group to play with so frickin bad i’m dying 😭😭

[iced-souls]

I am going to meditate before I go to school to prepare myself for a bio test and my mother truckin group partner who’s basically turned this into a individual project

#he deleted……HALF OF MY WORK #BRO I SAID YOU COULD EDIT NOT COMPLETELY CHANGE IT MY DUDE #AUUUGHHH #THAT WAS MY FAVOURITE SECTION ASWELL #BRO I am so excited for this project to be over #the ass. literally said ‘each person is responsible for their own slide’ #frickin hell my dude #I’m taking psychology so while I already understand a bit where your coming from #I am going to learn what compelled you to ACTUALLY do this #bro i am dying #meditate #calm #this rant has helped my calm in the slightest little bit #BREATHE #MMMMMMM #have a good day #random stuff— #HE MADE AN ENTIRE SCRIPT FOR THE PRESENTATION BY HIMSELF #AAAAUGHHH

[moodywyrm]

i’m so glad u liked my farmer!abby request :p but u got me thinking..if abby planted sunflowers, yea they’d be really tall, but she’d def still be taller. like, all these flowers are towering over u and ur all like woahhhh these are frickin huge and she’s like …oh u tiny little adorable thing <33

@pinknightsinmymind jj this is plaguing me <3

ok so, on average, sunflowers are like 5-6ft, the really tall ones can get up to 14ft, but generally they're around Abby's height!! also for this one, I'm imagining that reader is like 5'6 or below just so that the height diff b/w you and the flowers and you and abby are large enough to be noticeable. if you are taller than that baby I'm sorry </3

the sunflowers are your babies, man. abby plowed the field and helped you plant them, but you nurtured them to this point, and you're so proud of them!! rightfully so!! you're so excited to finally show abby the flowers, insisting that she leave the plot alone so you can surprise her :)

"Hold up, darlin', slow down!" Abby yells, speed-walking after you as you excitedly walk towards your flowers. She finally catches up to you when you're standing proudly in front of your lil plot, arms spread out and gesturing at the sunflowers.

"I did it! Look at 'em!"

Abby's giggling at your enthusiasm, trying not to coo at how excited you are. She wraps one thick arm around your waist, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

"You did, darlin'. They're gorgeous, just like you," She whispers into your ear, intentionally flustering you as you giggle and pull away, holding onto her hand as you walk into the field of flowers.

She follows, lovestruck and giddy with how much she loves seeing you all happy and proud. She looks around at your flowers, noting just how well taken care of they are. When she looks back at you, she almost laughs when she notices how short you are compared to your pride and joy.

You're reaching up to brush some rogue dirt off a petal, and you look so nurturing and sweet with something that's so much taller than you, Abby can't help but giggle.

When you look at her in confusion, she just goes, "You're so short baby, the flowers are taller that ya'."

"I- Abigail Anderson do not bully me >:("

"Keep calling me Abigail and maybe I'll listen, shortcake," She hums, walking up to you and gripping at your thick, soft waist. You look up at her, and she looks so dazzlingly gorgeous in the dying sunlight, haloed in gold and sunflowers, looking ever the warm girl you fell in love with. In that moment, you really can't bring yourself to be upset with her, instead opting to hold onto her biceps and smile at her.

"Mmm, ya gonna give me a kiss or what, Abigail?" Abby hums, giggling nervously. She always loves when you call her by her full name, makes her feel all sweet and loved on.

"Well since you asked so nicely," And she leans down, pulling you into her as she presses a needy to kiss your lips, a reward for your hardworking <3

#anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

[fanwarrior321]

I'm going feral over burrow's end. I literally don't know how to describe it any other way. the world? CAPTIVATING. the cast? SPECTACULAR. the set? GLORIOUS. the story is just unfolding so beautifully that I literally have this as the highlight of my week. aabria is absolutely brilliant, rashawn and jasper are KILLIN it, erica and siobhan are wonderful as always, and brennan and izzy (who just love each other so frickin much and this season is just highlighting so many cute moments between them that I’m dying) are an absolutely lovely pair. I literally can't stop talking about this show

#aabria iyengar #burrows end #burrow's end #d20 #dropout #dropout tv #dimension 20 #brennan lee mulligan #izzy roland #siobhan thompson #erika ishii #jasper william cartwright #rashawn nadine scott

[charlotteoccasionally]

i’ve read over 100 ky//man fics, here are ones i like ❤️

(WARNING: KY/MAN, OOC, OPINIONS, CRINGE - not the authors, me for spending so much time reading)

To Be Wanted by Verimakea - my most recent fave, i love it smmmmm. it’s a historical western au. kyle is a bounty hunter, cartman is a criminal, they get snowed in and shit progresses. it’s too freaking good. // 56,400 6/6 chapters

Abraham’s Son by Satine89 - this has been a WIP since 2014 but recently updated and OP said they’re planning on finishing by this year so for sure it is a worthwhile read. hunger games au, kyle is a capitol traitor banished to district 12, eric is the 47th games’ victor. kyle and bebe get chosen as this year’s tributes and have to deal with the fear of dying and trying to continue the fight started by eric the year prior. a lot of sad shit happens but it is goooood. very much recommend. // 57,158 23/28 chapters

something about the chase by grossalien- drag cartman au. i LOVE drag cartman. // 11,299, two oneshots

the “Im with stupid” series by numbknee - established kyman relationship. kyle and cartman have only just gotten together and try to navigate their new relationship and the shit that comes with it (plus the crazy way they got together in the first place 😭). it’s just cute and i like it. // four oneshots, 46,099

kyle isn’t anything by suzie_tempest - end of high school romance au. kyle is discovering himself and what he wants right before graduation. cartman plays a big role in that self discovery. it’s rlly cute i like it. // 89,801 12/14 chapters

be still my (virtual) heart by mewtwos - college au. this is for the losers out there who agree with me that the main 4 are losers too and need to be portrayed as such more often in fan works 🙌 kyle is a little rich boy at college who’s completely normal except for the fact that he’s in a parasocial relationship with a v-tuber named erica chan (you’ll never guess who it is 😳) . he’s gotta work on a school project with cartman. the sexting between erica chan and kyle is excruciating and that’s what makes it so good. i love this one and hope it gets more updates in the future cus it’s so funny. // 18,802, 4/? chapters

it was destiny anyways by galaxy_friday17 - i am not a big fantasy person and not into lore heavy fics but this one was rlly frickin good 🥳 was i confused half the time? yes, but it’s my fault cus i’m the type who skims through long paragraphs if there’s no romance 😭 it’s a stick of truth au, angsty as hell with multiple time skips. i recommend // 53,847 19/19 chapters

It could be wrong, could be wrong (But it should've been right) by grossalien - this follows tweek and craig’s povs but it is a kyman fic. basically tweek and craig accidentally become the last straw that ruined kyle and cartman’s first date and cartman haruhi suzumiya’s himself and everyone around him into a time loop until the date goes well. only tweek and craig are aware of the loop and are forced to make the date go well if they want to leave the time loop. it’s rlly good and rlly funny. // 19,843, 6/6 chapters

in a mirror, festively by synapticfirefly- this is a basic rec in the fandom but it rlly is just too good. it’s the perfect mix of funny and smut and genuinely heartfelt with a surprising emphasis on facebook relationship status(?) 😭 it’s a mirrorverse au where cartman is a little bitch who just wants to do his holiday charities and everyone around him is absolutely batshit evil, esp kyle who just wants him to come to his hanukkah party. // 36,337, 10/10 chapters

put out the fire on us by i_already_forgot - i don’t like to recommend unfinished fics bc i don’t wanna get someone disappointed but this fic is genuinely too good to not be recommended. kyle and cartman get pranked by clyde and they accidentally get handcuffed, fall down a waterfall and get stranded in the woods 🤷‍♀️ it’s funnier if i don’t elaborate. they gotta survive and make it out and their friendship develops and it’s so cute and i love it. if op ever posts another chapter i will be jumping up and down. // 139,167, 11/? chapters

if i were honest with you by creamdream98 - imma be fr, this is my fave kyman fic ever. probbo one of my fave fics of all time. i starting reading it from the first chapter and i was SEATEDD for every update. it’s a regular high school au but sum abt it is just so endearing and sweet and makes you root for eric and kyle. like the kiss scene made me audibly cheer out loud. basically cartman is a freak and bc he’s in love with kyle draws weird drawings of him in his notebook AT SCHOOL (i would NEVERRR). stan catches him one day and makes a deal with him that if cartman helps him get wendy, he’ll help cartman get kyle. it’s adorable i’ve reread it like 10 times. highly recommend if you’re into that sorta thing. // 150,655, 19/19 chapters

i have more but i don’t wanna do this anymore ❤️

#kai man #south park kyman #sp #kyman #kyle x cartman #eric cartman is my regrettable fave #the at this point millions of words that i’ve read have rotted my brain

[somethin-human]

I’m sick so here’s sick redacted headcanons

Honey, David, and Aaron absolutely hates physical touch when they’re sick.

Shifters already have a lot of body heat, so when they get sick, they feel like a frickin’ oven. But with feeling like an oven, their sickness and germs go away quickly.

Guy got Honey sick because he couldn’t not cuddle them. Honey absolutely hated it.

When Darlin’ is sick, they have to be in a specific mood to cuddle or have anyone around them. If they have a fever, they will kick anyone and everyone out of the room, but if they feel too cold or have that weird chill while also having a fever, they need those cuddles 24/7.

Vampires don’t get sick.

Freelancer had the flu once and Caelum genuinely thought they were dying and freaked out. Gavin had to let him know that they were just sick and they were gonna be okay.

When Ash is sick, he likes to be dramatic about it. Like he shifts and then whine because Babe left the room for a split second or do that weird screaming thing that huskies do.

Aggro knows when Milo is sick so he cuddles with him any chance he can get.

Whenever Sweetheart’s sicknesses are bad, like fever, stuffed nose, achy body, all that, they find it hard to control their magic so sometimes Milo will catch them fading in and out.

Also while Sweetheart sneezes, they go completely invisible for a second.

Whenever one of the shifters sneeze, sometimes their magic activates and their fur puffs out for a second.

When Huxley gets sick, he likes to guilt trip Damien into cuddling. He always wins in the end.

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted headcanons

[kinnersonne]

Welp I spent twenty minutes digging for my old post of Silco headcanons, maybe tumblr ate it idk, so I guess I’ll just have to make a new post for the new ones:

• Light sleeper. Veeeeeery light sleeper. Any little disturbance makes his stupid cute rat face twitch. Mutters in his sleep a lot.

• Cat person, ofc, though not the type to call himself such. Jinx just kinda brings them home and he begrudgingly feeds and pets them, knowing full well half of them will wind up dying as test subjects to Singed or Jinx

• This doesn’t matter to anybody except me because I’m a band/choir kid of like twelve years but the man is COMPLETELY tone deaf. All that sexyvoice goes out the window. Can’t even hum. It’s bad.

• I mentioned he’s a sad drunk, right?

• I’d say he’s the breed of sociopath to just? Eat tomatoes?? Like. Like raw tomatoes. No you don’t understand like. Like the way normal people eat apples. Just take a frickin bite out of it

#they put my mans back into tft #so allllll the brainrot is relapsing #prolly you noticed from my reblogs of Silco posts from ages ago #i was trying to find my headcanons >:( #s’fine I guess #silco #silco arcane #silco headcanon #headcanon #silco league of legends #imagining tomato juice running down that gross little chin #wipes it away with his sexy forearms in half-rolled sleeves #hrrnnnnnnnnnngh #silco my beloved #frothing at the mouth #but just a little bit #I’m so normal about him

[tmnt-reticent]

Mikey: ohmigosh!! hello!!! you’re so cool!!!! what’s your favorite color? What're your powers? what’s your favorite food? favorite animal? can we be friends? i’m so excited to meet you!!!

Leo: Mikey…

Hihi! Mikey got tooo excited to finally meet someone new!!! He's excited to make his first friend ever. Leo is dying from anxiety but he has joined him to protect him from any potential threats. Raph and Donny were too scared to initiate social interaction with someone who isn't their brothers/dad. Sorry if they're too much, I promise they're friendly

(Also GOOD LUCK ON THE POLLS!!!)

Donnie did not learn from Chapter 5 smh bro will trust them with his life IMMEDIATELY (Unless Raph doesn’t trust them then he would distrust them a ton instead but that won’t happen. Hopefully.)

Btw I know he left some questions unanswered (he got a little sidetracked he’s never been called cool before dhskcbkshc) but he doesn’t have any powers and he would like to be friends yes!!!

GOOD LUCK ON THE POLLS YIPPEE‼️‼️‼️💖💖💖🌸🫶🫶🫂🫂🫂‼️‼️ I LOVE YOUR TURTLE DESIGNS SO MUCH AHHHHH THEIR MARKINGS ARE FRICKIN ADORABLE!!!! Also the autism creature Donnie and Raph in the background are everything to me cbsjbcjshcjhc

@tmnt-iteration-compeition

#answered asks #tmnt reticent #tmnt #reticent #tmnt fan iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt iteration #tmnt fanart #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanart #reticent!donnie #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello

[pumpkinpie59]

random hot takes i have cause i’m bored and emotionally dead:

-i literally cannot stand any leo ship other than leolotus, especially if it involves 87 leonardo. i’m sorry but it has made me physically nauseous before. shipping as a joke or a small crush on someone else is fine but pls don’t bother me about other leo ships it’s too much for me. ((i won’t hate u if u ship other ships dw <3 i just ask not to be bothered by it)

-i’ve already ranted about this so i won’t go into depth but i hate the 2012 season 4 finale (moreso requiem than owari but owari still bothers me). i think in general? i think 2012’s writing is mindbogglingly bad after they leave the farmhouse in season 3, but that doesn’t mean i don’t still enjoy a lot of it. just don’t expect me to drop the issues that bother me. season 1 is my baby tho and i’ll defend it to my dying day.

-2012 apritello is good. they just had to go through character development. my only issue with it is that their entire situation was pushed to the background so ppl only notice their development if they’re paying attention to april and donnie the whole time (like i do).

-1987 treats its girl characters better than the other shows which is shocking.

-capril sucks. i have literally never liked it or was just neutral to it. i got close to liking them in idw but then casey became a jerk.

-that said i don’t like shipping casey or april with the turtles with the one exception of 2012 apritello.

-i think 03 casey and splinter are annoying.

-2012 casey is best casey :p

-2012 michelangelo pisses me off. he has some good lines here and there and sometimes has fun dynamics with other characters but in general he’s just an ableist representation of adhd and he literally never faces consequences for his mistakes and instead everything works out for him so he never grows. like literally he stays the same throughout the show. also i dislike his actor sorry :p and his entire dynamic with renet just ruins renet as a character and it bothers me.

-i forget rise exists most of the time tbh. it’s good but like. i forget. also rise leo and donnie’s writing bothers me anyway-

-1987 content needs to sTOP mischaracterizing raphael PLS PLS PLS. “michelangelo is the jokester and raphael groans at his jokes” NO!!! raphael is the jokester so he gets upset when his brothers make stupid jokes bc that’s HIS thing !!!!!! and he’s not angry in the same way other raphaels are except in red sky when he was angry that they became villains in society’s eyes!!! but otherwise he’s emotional and whiny but not angry!!!

-leonardo is best when he’s a dork. he wants to do the right thing but will be a frickin idiot about it but - oh wait buddy don’t do that no wait put the sword down hold on-

-the turtles should never have blue eyes but especially not michelangelo.

-ramona is great but it’s okay for them to just be friends too. either way they slay <3

-lotus blossom and jhanna are the most under appreciated characters in tmnt give them some respECT-

-i think howie should come back. not bc he’s a good character i just wanna see what would happen.

-i hate koya. so much.

-mondo/mikey makes me rlly uncomfortable. it feels exactly like leo/venus since they mutated in the same place so mondo feels like a long lost sibling …

-this is literally just my take and i don’t expect others to agree but like. the 1987 team is the only version of tmnt where i feel like every turtle is equally likable and works as a unit best. like i like 03, but i don’t especially get attached to mikey? he’s good but compared to the other 03 turtles he’s just not my fav. same with 2012 but more extreme since it has rlly good raph, donnie, and leo,, but like i said i really dislike mikey. and then i’m not rlly attached to the rise turtles except mikey. the 87 team tho is all great.

-while i rlly love rise casey, i think waiting to reveal she was casey was a bad idea. i think she should’ve been introduced as casey or should’ve been a different character,,,

-i like red sky but the last episode was a disappointment,, also where are all my fav side characters 😭

-the turtles should never be tall they will always be lil guys to me. they should be under 5 ft plsssss

-not a hot take just a hc that was recently revealed to me and i think it’s genius: the 5th turtle kirby (like from 90s concept art) should be the donatello clone from 1987. like hello??? that’s genius pls watch the clone donatello episode

-if i see yall reducing mm april to just be shipped with leo i will end yall.

-lotus blossom is an interesting character even without her connection to leonardo and i wish everyone would notice !!!!

-not a hot take but rob paulsen should be in every tmnt thing we should make it tradition.

#pumpkin stuff #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt mm #rottmnt #tmnt hot takes

[artyandink]

we could be more | dean winchester | 7

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

NO EXIT

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO - ELLIE GOULDING

“Alright, jellybean, today’s important.” Dad loaded his gun, both of us in the woods. “Cause today, you’re learning one of the most important lessons I’ll ever teach you.” 

“Yeah?” I asked, also loading my gun.

“There’ll come a time when you’ll be the target of something.” He continued, looking down at me. “And that time may be the moment where it’s the first time that you can’t defend yourself. You could be bound and gagged in a chair in the middle of nowhere, or being tortured or even possessed by something. It’s how you get out of it that counts.” 

“How will I train for that?” 

“Easy.” He clapped me on the shoulders. “I’ll be attacking you. If I come into your sight, don’t hesitate. Shoot, because I’ll be wearing a bulletproof vest.” 

“A-Are you-“

”What do I always say?” 

“Hesitating is for losers.” We said at the same time, and we fist bumped. 

“And we’re winners.” I smirked. 

“Attagirl.” Dad grinned. He disappeared off, so I cocked my gun, holding it out. I heard a twig snap, so I wheeled around in that direction, but there was nothing. Then I whipped around, shooting and hitting Dad in the chest. He fake died, groaning stupidly. “Oh, it hurts! I think I’m dying! Jellybean, why did you shoot your own father…”

”You asked me to.” I giggled.

”I know. Still hurts like hell, though.” He got up and gave me a tenner. “That’s my daughter. If the guy’s asking for it, strike him.”

”What’s up with you?” I fumed, staring right into Dean’s soul. “After the Weber incident, you haven’t had the respect to look me in the eye.” 

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Dean retorted, turning around. 

“Sorry, honey, but ya do. My house, my rules.” 

“My reasons, my rules!” 

“I want to know what this is. If you think my ear is your fault-“

”It is my damn fault, Ivonne!” He burst out, facing me again. 

I scoffed. “Guilt? That’s what’s keeping you from having some common, human decency?” 

“I couldn’t keep myself in check and that’s why you almost died!” 

“I almost died cause of frickin’ Weber, alright?!” 

“Who was controlling me-“ 

“I made that choice!” 

“I’m meant to protect you-“ 

“I made that choice, Dean!” I cried out, stepping forward. “I chose to point that gun at myself, not let you aim it at yourself.” 

“Why?!” 

“Because I CARE!” I yelled. “Pointing your gun at my chest or ramming a car with my own are both funny ways of showing it, but I care. Sammy cares about you. Ellen and Jo care about you. John cared. You’ve done so much for me, Dean. I’m not letting that go to waste.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Damn it, Dean. I know you’re trying to protect me, but I’ve also been trained as hard as you have. A nick on the ear isn’t gonna kill me.”

”What if, one day, the nick moves a few inches, huh?” He ticked his jaw, looking at the graze on my right ear. “If it hits bang in the middle of your forehead next time?” 

“It won’t, I promise you.” 

“You can’t promise that.” His voice broke, sitting down on the sofa and burying his face in his hand. “You can’t- I’ve already lost Mom. And Dad. I’m not gonna let anybody kill Sammy, but you run into danger so often that if you die I might not be there to save you. Truth be told, my heart dropped out of my chest when you crashed the Corvette into the car Sammy was in. I knew you’d make sure the kid would be ok, but you wouldn’t be once you’d crashed the car. And there I was, tied up, not able to save you. And when Sammy pulled you out and you had cuts on you and you were bleeding, unconscious, I really, for a moment, thought you were dead.” He started crying, and I immediately walked up to him, letting him rest his forehead on my shirt as he sobbed quietly. 

“I really appreciate what you’re doing, Dean.” I whispered. “I probably wouldn’t be alive without you.” 

“Where?” I asked as we pulled up at the roadhouse. 

“Los Angeles, California.” Dean replied as we got out of the car. 

“What’s in L.A?” Sam mused, all of us striding towards the roadhouse. 

“Girl’s been kidnapped by an evil cult.”

”Has the girl got a name, Dean?” I smirked. 

“Katie Holmes.”

Sam laughed. “That’s funny.” We stopped, hearing breaking glass and shouts. 

“On the other hand…“ Dean chuckled, “catfight.” We entered, seeing Jo and Ellen duking it out. 

“I am your mother, I don't have to be reasonable!” Ellen yelled. 

“You can’t keep me here!” Jo shouted back. 

”Oh, don’t count on that, sweetie.”

”What are you going to do, are you going to chain me up in the basement?” 

“You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don't wanna stay, don't stay. Go back to school.” 

“I don’t belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection.”

”Yeah, and getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?!” Ellen saw us, and she looked mad. “Boys, Ivvy, bad time.”

”Yes, ma’am.” Sam nodded. 

Dean chuckled awkwardly. “We don’t usually drink before ten anyway-“

”No.” Jo refused. “I want to see what they think.” 

“Ivy, what do you say?” Ellen barked, making me look up. 

“Why me?” I squeaked. 

“Cause you know us best.” 

“Fine. Uh, my honest opinion? I think that Jo coming is a good idea.” 

“You don’t know us best.” 

“Look.” I took Ellen to the side. “I understand your point. But Jo is 25, you can’t keep her here forever. Besides, Anthony trained her for field work, why not let her do it? Just to be clear, I’m not to be blamed for any injuries.” 

“She’s my daughter, Ivonne.” 

“So the decision is ultimately yours. I’m giving you my opinion.” 

“Good.” 

“I gotta admit. We hit the road for a lot less.” We heard Sam say. 

“Good. You like the case so much, you take it.”

”Mom!” Jo protested. 

“Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. And I won't lose you too. I just won't.”

“I kind of feel bad, snaking Jo’s case.” Sam grimaced as we scanned the apartment for EMF. 

“Yeah, maybe she put together a good case.” Dean scoffed. “But do you see her working one of these? I didn’t think so.” 

“Let’s focus on the job.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “I’m working with idiots.”

”Have you got anything?” 

Sam shook his head. “No. Not yet.” I found the light switch, which had a gooey black substance oozing from it. 

“Boys.” I touched it, rubbing it. “That’s ectoplasm.”

They came to see it, and Sam was instantly confused. Dean, however, “Well, Sam, Beanie, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man.”

“What I don’t get is that you’d need to be an extremely angry ghost to produce this stuff.” I clicked my tongue. “I’ve seen it five times before, the first 8 years ago.”

”All right, let's find this badass before he snags any more girls.” We left, but heard voices and hid around a corner, but I smirked once I realised who it was. 

“It's so convenient.” Jo, you brilliant little-

“Yeah, it's a great building, fixed it up real nice. All the apartments come furnished, too.” The landlord replied, sounding quite pleased. 

“It is so spacious. You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out, and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place.” 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean hissed, emerging from our hiding spot. Sam and I came out in turn. 

“There you are, honey.” Jo put her arm around Dean’s waist, looking up at him with puppy eyes. “This is my boyfriend Dean, his buddy Sam and my best friend and Sam’s girlfriend Ivonne.” I am? Sam and I shared a look, then Sam put his arm around my waist, kissing my temple to sell it. 

“Good to meetcha. Quite a gal you've got here.” The landlord smiled. 

“Yeah, she’s a pistol.” Dean gave a forced smile. Did he just smack her- 

“So, did you already check out that apartment? The one for rent.” Jo asked.

“Oh, yeah. Great flow.” 

“How’d you get in?” The landlord frowned. 

“It was open.” I replied smoothly.  “Now, Ed, um, when did the last tenant move out?” 

“Oh, about a month ago. Cut and run, too. Stick me for the rent.” 

“Well. Her loss, our gain!” Jo grinned cheerfully. “'Cause if Dean-o loves it, it's good enough for me.” 

“Oh, sweetie.” Dean grinned. Did he just smack her again on the- 

“We’ll take it.” Jo pulled out a wad of money, handing it to the landlord.

“I'll flip you for the sofa.” Jo challenged Dean as we walked into the apartment. 

“Does your mother even know you're here?” Dean scoffed. 

“I told her I’m going to Vegas.” 

“You think she’s gonna buy that?”

”I’m not an idiot. I made Ash lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos.”

”You know, you shouldn't lie to your mom. Shouldn't be here either.” 

“Well, I am. So untwist your boxers and deal with it.” I smirked at Sam; Dean’s rarely talked to that way.

”Where'd you get all that money from, anyways?” Sam asked. 

“From working. At the roadhouse.” 

“Hunters don’t tip that well.” Dean scoffed. 

“But she does.” Jo nodded to me. 

“Hey, so that was all of the money from the times I tipped you?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Every penny.” 

Dean got a call from Ellen, which he picked up. “Yeah. Oh, hi, Ellen.” He put his hand over the mic.  “I’m telling her.” The two had a muttered argument, until Dean put the phone back on his ear. “I haven’t seen her. Yeah, I’m sure. Absolutely.” Dean hung up the phone, and Jo smiled sweetly at him. Then I got the phone call. 

I put my phone to my ear. ‘Do you know where she is?’

”I’m doing fine, Ellen, thanks for asking.” 

‘Alright, I get it. Have you seen Jo?’ 

“I just saw you have this conversation with Dean. No, I haven’t.”

‘She says she’s gone to Vegas. I call shenanigans.’

“And you have every right to. But if I do happen to run into Jo, then I’m gonna bring her back as fast as I can, yeah?” 

‘You better.’ 

“Alright, bye.” I cut the call. “Crisis averted. For now.” 

“Thanks, Ivvy.” Jo smiled. 

“It’s ok. Sam, honey?” I turned to Sam, who looked up. 

“Yes, love?” He replied with a grin. 

“Why don’t we leave these two alone to their own devices. Maybe go on a date.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” We linked arms and left the other two  alone.

We were walking through town, sightseeing while Jo and Dean sorted through their problems. 

“Ivy, I want to ask you something. It’s been on my mind for a while.” Sam started as we both ambled down the street. 

“Yeah?” I replied. 

“Do you ever miss your family?” I bit my lip in thought. “You’ve only talked about them once or twice.” 

“More than anything, Sam.” I smiled. “It doesn’t seem like it a lot of the time, but I’d give anything to bring them back. I was considering performing necromancy to bring them back before I lost my abilities. Or maybe making a deal with a demon and giving myself up to let them live. But no, all I can do is run.” 

“You’re doing the best you can.” He assured. “And I think the best option is running until we figure out what a ‘drop of love’ is.” 

“Yeah, I even melted some candy and put it on the rune to see if that would work.” 

“You did what?” 

“Everybody loves candy.” 

“I’ll help you find what it means.”

“Thanks, Sam.” 

I was with Jo, looking through the case files. 

“So, no other possibilities?” I asked, looking up. 

“None. Worst death was a janitor slipping on a wet floor.” 

“Yeesh, sounds enough to cause a haunting.” I joked. “May I also add, ‘there you are, honey’?” 

“Can we change the subject?” Jo deflected, blushing. 

“Oh, no, we’re not. The way you look at him, geez, you might as well be dragging him to a secluded corner-“ 

“I did what I had to!” 

“You did what you wanted to.” I smirked. “I know the difference. And, to mask it, say that Sam and I are dating. He’s way taller than me and therefore looks older, but really? I’m a set four years older.” 

“You have to appreciate my quick thinking skills.” 

���Do I?” I raised an eyebrow. “You used the money which I gave you to buy an apartment. Which, may I add, is in a haunted building.” 

“I’ll pay you back!” 

“We’ll be 40 by then.” I scoffed. “Could’ve bought another safe house with that money.” 

“How many safe houses will you have?” 

“You can never be too sure.” I shrugged. “Plus, I own them, so I don’t have to worry about rent.” 

“Bills?” 

“I pay them the day before I get there.” I pulled out my computer, logging in. I clicked on one of Dad’s logs, tapping the table. 

“What’s that?” 

“I had some suspicions about if the key to getting rid of my seal was in one of Dad’s video logs. He could know something.” 

“Your dad?” 

“He’s always had an answer to almost every problem, a solution to every issue. If anyone will know what breaks the curse, it’s him.” 

“And if he doesn’t have the answer?” 

“I’ll live.” I shrugged. “Until the dreamwalker comes back. By then, if I don’t have my powers, I’m done for.” 

“You’ve fought it three times.” 

“But it gets stronger.” I retorted. “It possessed Dean when he was half-asleep, so it’s not long before it turns into full on demonic possession.”

”So then what?” 

“Kill it or be killed.” 

“Dean doesn’t think I can do this.” She sighed. “I’ve been trained and everything, but I think he’s being a chauvinist.” 

“What makes you think that?” 

“Well, the whole ‘sweetheart’, ‘you can’t do this’ jazz.” 

“Why d’you think I’m here, then?” I shrugged. 

“Because you’ve proven that you’re capable of doing the job. You’ve been hunting for 8 years, been trained for more and you’ve saved his butt many times.” 

“Exactly. Prove to him that you can do the job, then he’ll shut up. Or take you out to dinner.”

Dean woke up, groaning. Jo and I shared a look. 

“Morning, princess.” Jo smirked. Dean sat up, looking around with bleary eyes. 

“Where’s Sam?” He wheezed, running a hand through his hair. 

“Getting coffee.” I got up, holding a hand out. “C’mon, Sleeping Beauty. It looks like you need one.” He took it, letting me haul him up. 

“Ugh. My back. How'd you two sleep on that big, soft bed?” 

“We didn’t, Grandma, so you can ask Sam that.” I chuckled. “We’ve been going over everything.” I took out Carl, asking him to draw pictures of the building and areas around it from the past. Dean took out a Bowie knife, holding it out to Jo. 

“Here.” 

“What’s this for?” Jo asked. 

“Work a hell of a lot better than that little pig-sticker you're twirling around.” She handed him his knife, and I exhaled, waiting. 

“William Anthony Harvelle.” 

“Sorry. My mistake.” He handed her knife back, sheathing the Bowie. 

“What do you.. what do you remember about your dad? I mean, what's the first thing that pops into your head?” 

“I was six or seven, and uh, he took me shooting for the first time. You know, bottles on a fence, that kind of thing. I bulls-eyed every one of 'em. He gave me this smile, like... I don't know.” 

“He must have been proud.” 

“What about your dad?” 

“I was still in pigtails when my dad died, but I remember him coming home from a hunt. He'd burst through that door like, like Steve McQueen or something. And he'd sweep me up in his arms, and I'd breathe in that old leather jacket of his. And my mom, who was sour and pissed from the minute he left, she started smiling again. And we were... we were a family. You wanna know why I want to do the job? For him. It's my way of being close to him. Now tell me what's wrong with that.” 

“Nothing.” 

“Ivvy?” I looked up from the laptop, glancing between the two of them. “What d’you remember of your dad?” 

“He was barely there when I turned 18, but yeah, a lot. There was a cabin in the woods that we’d visit every weekend. Here, I have a video that’ll probably give you an idea of him better than I can.” I opened up a video, turning the laptop around. “I’m not great at talking about Dad.” 

My dad was sitting with me on the sofa. I was 14 at the time, and my mum walked in, recording everything with a giggle. 

“Shh, Audrey, don’t come closer.” Dad put his finger to his lips. 

“Why?” My mom chuckled, stepping closer. 

“She’s asleep.” The camera panned to me, a freckled young girl who was asleep with a book on supernatural creatures on my lap, open to the page of sirens. “She fell asleep when I was explaining siren lore.” 

“Who wouldn’t?” She laughed, “Should we get her to bed?” 

“No, that’s gonna wake her up, being the light sleeper she is.” Dad smiled down at me. “I think- I think I’m gonna stay with her. I’ve been workin’ her too hard, I think. Plus, I want to stay with my daughter. Are Carter, Quinn and Lily asleep?” 

“Like a rock.” 

“A’ight, then, you can nod off in peace.” A tear dropped down his face, and Mom sighed. 

“Mike, honey, what’s wrong?” 

“My jellybean’s growin’ up too fast.” He chuckled, smoothing down my hair. “I remember her first day at kindergarten, huggin’ my leg and tellin’ me that she wanted to stay home. Now she’s fourteen, and she can empty and load a gun faster than I could at her age.” Dad kissed my hair, tucking my blanket further over me. “She’s gonna be such a great woman when she grows up. God knows I’m gonna have to defend ‘er from the boys askin’ for her hand in marriage. I’ve even got my gun ready for her. Cause I know she’ll be ready way before she’s eighteen.” 

“Let’s start with the boy defending, shall we, honey?” 

“Sure, sweetheart.” Dad grinned, then kissed my hair again. “I’ll always be here by your side, jellybean. I promise.” 

“That’s my dad in a nutshell.” I sighed, closing the video. 

“He seems like a great man.” Dean nodded. “You got raised right.” 

“Then again, I wish I knew him better. I knew him well enough, but not enough.” 

Sam burst through the door, carrying four coffees. “There are cops outside. Another girl disappeared.” 

“I’ll check it out.” Dean got up, thanking Sam and taking the coffee before walking out the door. 

We were studying the notes, while Carl was still drawing the landscape. 

“Teresa Ellis, Apartment 2F. Boyfriend reported her missing around dawn.” Dean announced, walking in. 

“And her apartment?” Jo asked. 

“Cracks all over the plaster, walls, ceiling. There was ectoplasm, too.” 

“Well, between that and that tuft of hair I'd say this sucker's coming from the walls.” Sam deduced, tapping his pen on the table. Carl slid the paper to me, tapping on it. I picked it up, frowning. 

“Yeah, but where is it coming from? The building’s history is clean.” 

“It is, I’ll give it that.” I clicked my tongue. “But we’re lookin’ in the wrong place.” I showed them the paper. “Got Carl to draw this up for me.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Look at this.” I tapped it. 

“An empty field?” Sam frowned. 

“No, look at the building next to it. Windows… aren’t really windows.”

”They’re bars.” 

“This used to be next to a prison?” Dean realised. 

“Ivy, you genius.” Jo laughed. 

“Yep. And, doing a quick bit of research…” I sat down, typing. “Okay. Moyamensing prison. Built in 1835, torn down in 1963. And get this. They used to execute people by hanging them in the empty field next door.” 

“Now we need a list of those executed.” Sam breathed in relief. 

“Already on it.” I entered, then clicked my tongue. “157 people. We’re gonna have to narrow that list down. Hey, Carl?” Carl sprang up, flying over. “Narrow this list down, please and thank you.” Carl tapped the down arrow a few times, then wrote down a name on my hand, which I had offered to him. “Herman Webster Mudgett. Wasn’t that H. H. Holmes’s real name?” 

“You've gotta be kiddin' me.” Dean breathed. 

“I wish I was.” I chuckled cynically. “It’s true. Homes was executed at Moyamensing on May 7th, 1896.” 

“H. H. Holmes himself. Come on, I mean, what are the odds?” Sam scoffed. 

“Who is this guy?” Jo asked. 

“The term ‘mass murderer’.” I explained. “Holmes was convicted in the 1800s, widely considered to be the origin of the term ‘serial killer’. Before America even knew what a serial killer was.” 

“Yeah, he confessed to twenty seven murders, but some put the death toll at over a hundred.” Sam added. 

“And his victim flavour of choice? Pretty petite blondes.” Dean grimaced. “He, uh, he used chloroform to kill 'em. Which is what I smelled in the hallway last night. At his place, cops found human remains, bone fragments, and long locks of bloody blonde hair.” He turned to Jo. “Boy, you sure know how to pick 'em.” 

“Well, we just find the bones, salt 'em and burn 'em, right?” Jo gulped. 

“Well, it's not that easy. His body is buried in town, but it's encased in a couple tons of concrete.” Sam sighed. 

“What? Why?” 

“The story goes that he didn't want anybody mutilating his corpse. 'Cause, you know, that's what he used to do.” Dean explained. 

“You know somethin'?” I frowned, tapping the table. “We might have an even bigger problem than that.” 

“How does this get bigger?” Jo groaned. 

“Holmes built an apartment building in Chicago. He called it the Murder Castle. The whole place was a death factory, they had, uh, trap doors, acid vats, quick line pits... he built these secret chambers inside the walls. He'd lock his victims in, keep them alive for days. Some he'd suffocate, others he'd let starve to death.” 

“So Teresa could still be alive. She could be inside these walls.” 

“We need sledgehammers, crowbars. We've got to smash these walls, anywhere thick enough to hide a girl.” Dean frowned.

“And we need bait.” I bit my lip. “The obvious choice would be Jo-“ 

“No, we’re not doing that.” 

“Let me finish.” I raised an eyebrow. “But… I think I should, uh, bust out Miss Boston again. Sans the accent.” 

“No.” Dean refused. “No, I’m not putting you in danger either, Beanie.” 

“If something happens, what are you gonna do, huh?” I retorted. “If I can find a way in there or protect Jo if something happens just to keep Ellen from skinning you alive, isn’t that worth it? And, if you haven’t noticed, neither of you will pass for a pretty blonde woman. You have no other choice, cause there’s no way in hell you two are gonna send Jo alone.” 

“Ivonne, please-“ 

“I’m doing this… Dean.” I gave him a look, and he gave me one back. 

“Dean, I think she should do it.” Sam vouched. 

“Plus, I’m gonna feel a lot safer if I’m captured and she’s there with me.” Jo nodded to me. 

“F-Fine.” Dean agreed reluctantly. 

That’s how I ended up inside the walls of a hotel, wearing a blonde wig, with these two dorks. 

“Alright, Sam, call me when you’re done with the southeast wall.” I sighed, then cut the call. “Sam's almost done with the first floor. Hasn't found jack squat either.” We stopped. “What is it?” 

“It’s too narrow. We can’t go any further.” Dean replied. 

“Ya sure?” I scoffed, slipping past him. Jo started shimmying past him, a lot slower.

“Ugh. Shoulda cleaned the pipes.”

”What?” Jo blinked. 

“I wish the pipes were cleaner.” 

“Shut up.” 

I peered in the gap, casting a smug look to them. “We can fit in there.” 

“No. You’re not going in alone.” Dean refused. 

“She’s not alone.” I assured. “If anything happens, give me the heat, not Jo. Call me when you’ve lost sight of us.” We went through the gap, and soon after I got a call from Dean. 

‘Where are you?’ 

“Northside wall.” I found an air duct, so Jo and I climbed down. “We’re climbing down an air duct.”

‘No, no, no, no, stay up here.’

“We have to find Teresa, don’t we? We’re fine, Dean.” 

‘Alright, I’m heading to you.’  We emerged in a similar space to before, and I looked around for a moment. Ectoplasm started oozing out through cracks in the walls, and my heart went cold.

”Oh, God.” Jo whispered. 

“Dean, you listen to me.” I urged. “There’s ectoplasm, he’s-“ A hand grabbed Jo, making her scream out as she was almost dragged away by a rotten hand. 

‘Beanie?! IVONNE?!’ 

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” I yelled, firing a shot, but it missed and Jo was subsequently knocked out and dragged away. I looked around, ready to fire another shot as I breathed heavily.

‘IVONNE, TALK TO ME!’ 

“It’s got Jo, and it’s coming for me-“ I was grabbed and dragged through the vent, dropping my phone as I slid through, ending up on the other side. Jo was already unconscious and in a small box for a cell. 

“So pretty.” Holmes chuckled, staring at me creepily. “So beautiful.”

”Suck it.” I spat back, kicking him.

“You’re a fighter.” He smirked. “You’ll be fun to play with.” He rebounded off the wall, coming towards me and grabbing my arms, forcing me into a chair and clamping me down, grabbing me by the neck. “But you’ve got to be punished first.” He took a knife, making a cut almost surgically on my cheek, so slow it was almost torture. He then slashed it straight through my shirt and catching my stomach, making a not-so-deep cut, but still enough to hurt. 

“You sick monster.” I growled. “When I get out of these cuffs, I will-“

”Do what?” He scoffed, setting up a drip machine. “Don’t worry, darling, this won’t hurt. It’s just going to… numb… the pain.” 

“What the hell are you doing to-“ I cried out when he stuck the drip needle into my arm, twisting the valve and making the clear liquid drip down and into my arm. “I will shoot your sorry little butt, you hear me?!” 

“I don’t think you will be in much state to do that after this, sweetheart.” He whispered, caressing my cheek and spreading the blood. He grabbed a whip and hit me hard on the back, but I only felt the impact and not the pain. My head snapped sideways, feeling another impact there, and then I felt this pressure trail down both of my arms. “I think I’ll take a lock of your hair.” He tugged on my hair, but looked horrified when the wig came off. 

“I forgot to mention.” I smirked weakly, “I’m not blonde.” 

“How DARE you!” I felt a harsh slap on my cheek again, but the only reaction I had was a small exhale as I tasted blood, seeing some drop down on my jeans. “You’re going to sleep now, little bird.” I saw him leave, and the scene around me started spinning and becoming more blurry than the last time it spun, my head hanging forward as I felt weighted down towards the ground. My limbs went limp, a weak sigh leaving my  mouth as I tried to keep my eyes open. 

“Jo?” I said the best I could, but it came out as a whisper before I blacked out.

I opened my eyes, coughing out some blood and finding more bruises on me than when I was last awake. 

“Is your name Teresa?” I heard Jo ask.

”Yes.” A person replied meekly.

”This won't make you feel better, but I'm here to rescue you. So is my friend, Ivy, she’s here somewhere.”

”I ain’t gonna do jack squat, Jo.” I replied hoarsely, almost like I was talking with a voice that wasn’t mine. “He’s sedated me pretty good. I can’t move or feel any pain.”

”Oh god. He's out there, he's gonna kill us!” Teresa cried. 

“No, he won't. We're getting out. My friends are looking for us, they'll find us.” Jo assured.

”HE’S COMING!”

”Shh, just be quiet!” I heard everything go silent, then I heard Jo scream just before Holmes returned with a chunk of blonde hair. 

“You may not be blonde,” He smirked, pulling my head back. “but you are pretty.”

”I’m flattered.” I spat, gritting my teeth. He sharply tugged, taking out a small bit of black hair. “I’ll be back.” He released the valve some more, making me lean my head back as I felt half-asleep, Jo’s next screams falling almost deaf on my ears, including a soft explosion noise. 

“You alright?” I heard Dean say, and I smiled extremely faintly, not feeling in control of any of my muscles. I couldn’t even feel them, if I was being honest. 

“Been better. Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back.” Jo replied. Thank god, she was safe.  

“Dean!” I heard Sam yell. “I found Ivy! Dear God.” I heard running, and saw four figures carved out in my blurry vision. 

“Beanie.” I heard Dean gasp. “BEANIE!” The drip in my arm was carefully pulled out, and my head was gently turned to face who I could make out to be Dean. He leaned his forehead on mine briefly, taking a look at me. “What’s that jackass done? Look at you- Sam, find a way to get these cuffs open.” 

“I fought him.” I whispered, coughing slightly. “I tried to fend him off, but-“

”Don’t you worry about that, we’re gonna get you to an ambulance.” Sam cracked the cuffs open, and Dean caught me as I fell forward, picking me up with one hand hooked under my knees and the other under my waist. 

“What did he do to her?” Teresa whispered. 

“She was trying to protect me.” Jo sobbed, covering her mouth with her hand.

”I’m sorry to do this right now, Jo, but…” Dean grimaced. “Remember when I said you being bait was a bad plan? Now it's kind of the only one we got.”

”I’m working a gun.” I groaned. 

“No, you’re not.”

”I am. I would tear him a new one, if I could.” 

I was propped up by Sam, waiting with my gun ready. Jo was in the centre of the room, waiting. 

“Are you feeling better?” Sam whispered. 

“I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t.” I replied quietly. 

“I’m asking cause you’re a stubborn son of a gun.”

”True.” 

“Now!” Dean yelled, and we emerged from hiding as Jo dived out of the way, all of us shooting at bags of salt around the room, which spilled to form a perfect circle. Holmes started screaming gibberish, storming around the circle.

“Scream all you want, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt!” Jo shouted, and Dean picked me up again so we could leave and seal that cell.

”Take that, Holmes.” I spat. 

The last I heard of Holmes was that he was trapped by cement. Poetic. 

However, Ellen had flown in and now we were all experiencing an uncomfortable ride home. My head was resting on Sam’s shoulder, and he stroked my side to stop my trembling. 

“Well, you really weren’t kidding about flying out, huh?” Dean joked, but Ellen was stone cold. “How about we listen to some music?” He flicked the radio on, but then Ellen reached in and flicked it off. “This is gonna be a long ride.”

When we got back to the roadhouse, I was able to walk with barely any assistance (that being a walking stick), but still needed a watchful eye. Dean tried to vouch with Ellen. “Ellen? This is my fault. Okay? I lied to you and I'm sorry. But Jo did good out there, I think her dad would be proud.”

“Don’t you dare say that. Not you. Now, I need a word with my daughter. Alone.” Ellen dragged Jo inside, slamming the door behind her. A bit later, Jo emerged, looking mad. Dean followed after her, but she seemed to brush him off until she turned around and told him something that took him aback. I ambled towards her, frowning as Dean left. 

“What’s going on, Jo?” I asked. “Joanne Beth Harvelle, I know you better than you probably know yourself. What happened?” 

“The hunt that my dad got killed on? He had a partner that screwed up. That was John Winchester.”

I sighed. “I’m so sorry, Jo.”

”Can I blame them? Tell me I can.”

”You can’t.” I clicked my tongue. “But you feel like you have to, but you can only do that for so long. Just keep in touch, yeah?”

”Of course. I can’t stay away from you for long.” She smiled, hugging me. “Stay safe. Recover.”

”You know I will.” 

“I know you’ll get up on another hunt quickly.”

Dean brought me water, sitting down at my feet of my bed. “Are you feeling better?”

”Much better.” I smiled. 

“Listen, Beanie-“

”Don’t do the thing where you blame yourself.” I held up a hand, sighing. “I made the choice to put myself down there, whether I was useless against Holmes or not. I may have saved Jo from getting hurt more than a few locks of hair pulled from her head.” 

“It doesn’t make up for Sam finding you looking like you’ve been to hell and back.” 

I took his hand. “My dad told me that there’ll come a time when you’ll be the target of somethin’. It could also be the time where I can’t defend myself. I could be bound and gagged to a chair in the middle of nowhere, tortured or even possessed, it’s just how I get out of it that counts. I wasn’t scared in that chair. For Jo and Teresa, yes, but you and Sam were lookin’ for us. I didn’t feel the need to worry.” 

“Even when he was hurting you?” 

“No. Cause that drug made me numb to it. Trust me, it hurts like hell right now, but it was worth it. Hell of a story.” I joked. “Tortured by H. H. Holmes himself.” 

“It is a hell of a story.” Dean grinned, hugging me. 

“Hey - ouch - watch out on the lacerations.” 

“But they’re everywhere.” 

“Touché.”

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#dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #spn #dean winchester x oc #spn masterlist #supernatural #supernatural oc #dean winchester x you

[triple-u-vvv]

Ok I’ve never seen the uk version of newsies (shocking) and now I’m just hearing about a newsie frickin dying????

Someone please explain

#newsies #uksies

[iced-souls]

Am still in spooky mode from the movie so for the past couple days my observation skills and survival instincts have been past max

#frickin hallways are the worst #and stairs #and windows #heckin heck I’m dying out here— #anyways #papyrus the great please fill my mind and distract me #have a good day

[anime-lover-forever-1127]

Ironic

Disclaimer: if you like Hope, don’t read this. This is just my opinion. I have nothing against fetus/babies/kids/teenagers in general, just this fictional one.

Ok, am I the only one who found it Ironic that Hope was meant to be the Mikaelson’s ‘hope’, but ended up being the reason they died/were separated?

So instead of letting a child, they hardly know (because that is the truth), the Mikaelson’s, who were all about always and forever, choose to break apart their family, all for a child, as far as they were aware, would never be able to see?

Maybe it’s because I don’t have children, or I’m selfish, but that all just seems very stupid to me. And way to OC for the characters I grew to love in TVD.

And then dying. Once again, same thing, because Klaus was out of that kid’s life more than he was in it, and Elijah, I get he was willing to die more for his brother, than the kid (which I can respect) but yeah, same thing.

But it’s so frickin ironic, now, whenever I hear “family’s hope” I think, NOPE. Lizzie was right, “More like despair”. 

I know it seems really harsh. But that’s the truth.

Like I get why people say “don’t blame Hope” or “don’t blame the kid, blame the hollow”. And I get not blaming the 6 or 7 year old, but I COMPLETELY blame the 16 year old and whoever raised her.

Like why the hell would she think she could actually contain a spirit it took 4 original vampires to contain? It just seems so stupid to me.

I also blame Hayley and Freya for this, they always said “tribrid this, tribrid that”. It was “all about the ‘tribrid’”. Except she wasn’t a tribrid yet. Heck, she didn’t even have her baby fangs, let alone her adult ones. She only had the bark, not the bite. She was WAY TO arrogant. She may have been able to take on Davina (who was currently dead), and undo a spell from the Hollow, but that doesn’t mean a 16 year old witch, can actually take on a over 1000 year old spirit.

I don’t know, it was likely only me, but I just thought her being the Mikaelson’s Hope, when in my head, she ruined the all-power respected family I loved and admired, seemed really ironic. 

Also, I kind of wish we did see more of the world where “Hope Mikaelson was never born”, just for the Klaroline.

#Rants #anti-Hope #TVD #The vampire diaries #Klaus Mikaelson #Mikaelson #Klaroline

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

I’m sure I can not be the first to wonder this, but what if it turns out that Liam and Louis are actually twins?

With April 1st being OG William’s birthday, there’s no way that Liam’s real birthday would be any later in that year; not if we’re allowing for his mother to be pregnant again in time to have Louis by Feb 6 the next year.

So Liam could be older than OG William, but not younger unless he was Louis’ twin (or they had different mothers). And it’s probably more likely that he’s just older I guess, though he always feels a little bit ambiguously younger to me in terms of character design in the first chapter. Plus that would also put more age difference between him and Louis, and they look basically the same age.

So what if they’re actually (fraternal, albeit very similar-looking) twins, and Louis’ health problems and slightly smaller frame are because they were likely preemies in an era and a social class with very limited treatment options? Throw in their mother dying in childbirth for some Tragic Victorian Backstory™ and combine that with Louis being the one who failed to thrive (at first) and tada! Liam’s had a frickin’ guilt complex his whole damn life, which...sounds about right.

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #why do i feel like there was probably a war over this headcanon before i got into this fandom? #it has those vibes #regardless i will not be squabbling about it #i hate having to defend shitposts and headcanons this ain't no phd thesis #this is speculation for fun

[soquimic]

Lol probably a bit of a useless rant but hey I want to talk about my journey it actually help.

Anyway it's been like what 2 months soon I know about the void and I just realized how easy it is to get a victim mindset and switching to a powerful god mindset.

Idk why i was crying, scratching, venting to my God (He was probably tired of my stupidity), screaming and depressing about not having my results but it's been like 1 week almost I never feels that confident in my life. I was always that little girl who was sure she's was not having luck in life but when I tell you I started getting confident in myself and my results.

It's started with my class I was new and honestly my class doesn't suck they are funny and calm, why ? Because I'm confident that I can manifest anything I want so I "Manifested" a funny and calm class and boom I got in a class that actually so suited for me.

Secondo, it's was my confidence. When I tell you I had no confidence months ago it's was pitying I was betting every God's out there were playing tricks on me but no lol just me bullying myself and not listening to them. I'm pretty confident now the only thing is my voice lol I'm sick and my voice sound like a dying hyena but no it doesn't. I just imagine I sound like frickin cute and honestly the illusion is working.

I just think people like me need to change their mindset drastically, I changed mine literally after a crying session about not having results. The morning just after I started affirming and just scripting my results and you know what ? They are here.

I don't care if the 3D is being a bit slow I have my results they are all here, even the one I forgot about every single one is here because I said so and it's not going to change because you and I are the god of our creation of our reality.

Now I just need to stop being lazy and enter the void state properly. I can have my results when I want I just think my 3D is a long dream and my 4D is the actual life. I'll be glad to update you on my journey more anyway have a great day and sorry for the poor English hehe.

Wow love, thank you VERY much for sharing your journey, it reminds me so much of how I started as well. I felt something while reading this, I can see that you decided to embody the best mentality you could and handled everything so well. Congrats!!! <333

I used to have a shitty self-perception and self esteem as well, so I relate to this a lot. I would cry myself to sleep and wonder, looking for a solution or an answer and it wasn’t until I changed my perspective that life started to work out in my favor. I’m so glad that you have your own identity right now and that you’re capable of achieving everything you want. This is truly amazing <333 you’re GOD. Ilysm for this, wish you the best of luck in ur future journey 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#law of assumption #manifestation