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REMINDER   that  for  now  dean  is  over  on  my  MULTI  -  MUSE  account  !

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autredite :

&.   THESE  ARE  THE  VISCIOUS  HEARTS  I  HIDE  FROM  YOU   ––––––––    ft.  muses  from  scream ,   how  to  get  away  with  murder ,   teen  wolf ,   supernatural ,   the  vampire  diaries ,   once  upon  a time ,   a  court  of  thorns  &  roses ,   original  charas  +  more .    (  written  by  shanny .  )  

      ––––––––   GNASHING ;  HOOKED  TO  MY  RIBS  LIKE  BURRS .

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VACATION  HIATUS :   JULY 15 – 23 . hey sweet things !   this is more just a courtesy than all else to let ya’ll know that i will be headed to new york throughout these dates to visit family ,   and my activity as a result may be a bit spotty   (  honestly ,   it could flourish ridiculously ,   given i’ll actually have time off of work !  )   though i’m sure most of replies  &  drafts will be gotten to at night versus during the day where i will likely have plans .   if you’re up for it ,   feel free to send me your  KlK / SKYPE  as i’m always logged in to mine ,   and frequently rp on the two as well !   (  especially when i’m not able to get online as much .  )

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deanwinchestr :

dean appreciation week - 4. favorite feature ↳ shoulders + back

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asphotel :

   //    ind.  BROOKE  MADDOX  from  mtv’s  scream.   highly  selective   &   mature.

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blowsargent :

Fall Away, Twenty One Pilots

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@bloodrisen  –  closed verse.

❝   what  part  of  get  the  hell  out  of  there  didn’t  you  understand ?   ❞      angered tuft of a brow ,   knuckles  still split  &  courting a ravenous shade of scarlet .   he’s lucky it wasn’t hers ,   wasn’t his .   a near - growl resonates low within flesh - bed of his throat ,   temper sharp.        ❝   it  was  a  trap ,   sam .   there  ain’t  no  glory  in  playin’  hero  if  y’don’t  live  to  talk  about  it.   ❞  

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muchymozzarella:

imagine  your  smol   &   tol  otp  where  tol  is  doing  push-ups   &   smol  is  lying  under  them  so  they  are  more  motivated  to  stay  up  on  their  arms   &   keep  going  and  sometimes  when  they  push  down  they  get  a  peck  on  the  lips   (   then  tol  gets  tired   &   collapses  heavily  on  top  of  smol,  smushing  them  while  they  flail  )

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STARTER  CALL  !   may  or  may  not  dig  through  your  wishlist  should  i  be  able  to  find  it.  might  throw  out  some  pre - established  things  even  if  we  have  not  written  together,  so  please  keep  in  mind  when  you  punch  the  heart  !

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&.  * ‘  @rebekire.   closed verse.

it  wasn’t  often  the  hunter  received  something  other  than  a  purred  invitation  from  the  other  end  of  that line ,   flickering  visages  of  golden  hair  and  the  gleam  of  her  hues  invading  the  forefront  of  his  mind  the  moment  he’d  seen  her  name  flash  upon  the  screen .   since  she’d  taken  the  cure,   the  hunter  had  lived  restless  whenever  he  was  away ;   he  knew  she  would  forever  be  a  woman  who  could  hold  her  own ,   but  a  certain  lack  of  finesse  she’d  been granted  for  countless  decades  was  now  gone .   

so  it’s  with  a  white - knuckled  grip  that  he  spins  at  the  nearest  intersection ,   routing  back  toward  her.      ❝   –––– –   just ,   tell  me  you’re  alright ?   you  ain’t  hurt ,   are  you ?   ❞

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* reads a court of thorns and roses in the span of 48 hours *  

* grieves that i didn’t buy mist and fury yet *

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&.  * ‘  @martindust.

❝that’s so rare. ❞       even in their blackest nights - & there’s been some of them recently ; lydia still can’t help but see him as a light. when he’s black & blue, when he’s red - she sees him only as the sun. he chases away her nightmares, he brings her to reality. but lydia can’t do the same for dean - no matter how ardently she attempts to. her hands find his, tugging them to rest on the smooth skin of her belly.                                   ❝ let’s just stay here all day.                                             i’ll call in sick. ❞                               a faux cough, for good measure.             ❝i’m seriously ill & need to stay in bed all day with my boyfriend. sound like a good excuse to you? ❞

genuine  lilt  of  a  chuckle  quietly  greets  the  flesh  of  her  neck  while  she’s  curling  his  arms  about  her ,   closing  lids   &   welcoming  the  still - dim  bedroom ,   the  onyx  hidden  behind ,  so  long  as  he  could  still  feel  her .    he’s  sore;   bones  tired  and  back  ridden  with  rippling  aches .   he  responds  only  by  pulling  her  all  the  more  flush  to  his  chest ,   drawing  thumbs  back  and  forth  along  the  warmed  plain  of  her  stomach.      ❝   you’re  a  rotten  liar ,   lydia  martin.   ❞      feather - kiss  pressed  to  line  of  her  shoulder ,   bruises  decorating  the  swell  of  cheek  bone .       ❝   ––––– –   not  that  i  was  plannin’  to  let  you  far ,  anyway.  ❞

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going  to  head  off  &  read  a  bit  before  i  get  some  sleep  for  work  in  the  morning.   when  i’m  home  i’ll  dig  into  more  drafts,   but  i  also  want  to  work  on  organizing  my  multi - muse  a  bit  more  and  moving  my  oc  to  it  as  well.   for  now  i  hope  you  guys  have  a  good  night  &  sweet  dreams  !!   (  apologies  to  those  of  you  i’ve  been  horrid  at  messaging   &/or  texting.   anxiety  has  been  meh  lately.  )

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&.  * ‘ @strategae.

 ❝     MOVE  AND  I’LL  SHOOT  !    i  swear  i’m  going  to  do  it,  i’m  not  afraid  to  kill  you  .    ❞     her  hands  are  trembling  as  it  gripped  tightly  to  the  weapon  in  between  both  of  her  hands  .  for  someone  whose  mastery  is  the  finesse  with  weapons,  a  gun  should  be  easy  for  her  to  handle  .  but,  gods   -   she  hates  guns  .   [  SHE  HATES  THE  EXPLOSIVE  FORCE  OF  A  SUDDEN  DEATH  THAT  IS  PROVOKED  BY  JUST  A  SIMPLE  TRIGGER  .  ]   does  she  hate  violence  ?  yes,  even  though  she  has  been  stained  by  the  blood  of  not  only  hers,  but  also  the  monsters  ,  (  and  sometimes,  even  …  the  blood  of  the  innocent  .  )  she  is  still  afraid  .  ALWAYS  HAS  BEEN  .  [  AND  THEY  SAY  SHE  IS  APATHETIC  .  ]   but  then,  she  needs  a  confirmation  that  he  isn’t  one  of  them  ,  that  he  isn’t  one  of  the  monsters  that  has  been  haunting  her  .     ❝   you  aren’t  police  or  fbi,  i  checked  your  I.D  and  it’s  a  fake  .  so,  who  are  you  ?  and  why  are  you  following  me  ?    ❞     

a  hunter’s  trained  gaze  settles  upon  her  own ;   alert,   threat  trembling  her  chords  and  leaving  lithe  digits  unsteady .   certainly  not  the  proper  control  needed  for  a  firearm ,   and  yet  tongue  finds  restraint ,   timing  clearly  not  wise  for  a  sly - cut  remark .   instead ,   callous  palms  rise  in  means  of  a  treaty,    broad figure  come  to  a  rigid  pause .   she  strips  him  bare  of  his  cover ;   truly ,   he  can’t  figure  it’d  taken  much ,   though  most  towns  the  winchesters  came  across  were  too  choked  up  in  their  own  horror - esque  narratives  of  events  to  question  their  truth  of  authority .   index  finger  twitches ,   heavy  boot coming  to  a pause  and  brow  cocked ,   features  meant  to  ease  the  woman  to  lowering  the  barrel .   it  didn’t  unnerve  him  as  much  as  it  should ,   staring  at  it’s  hollow  mouth .   certainly  a  blown  cover  was  the  least  of  means  to  which  he  deserved  it’s  trigger .        ❝   easy   –––   i  ain’t  here  to  hurt  you .   why  don’t  you  put  the  gun  down  an’  we  can  talk ,   alright  ?   there’s  no  need  t’do  anything  rash–– -   ❞

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covetsdeath :

thing i want: early seasons dean 

other thing i rly want:   dean  as  michaels! vessel   : )))