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hxntingaquarius · 5 years
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“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”
— Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild
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Yellow Fever | 4.06
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hxntingaquarius · 6 years
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PSA // I AM A LOW-MAINTENANCE RP PARTNER
what exactly does a low-maintenance rp partner mean? well… it means that I will never rush you for a reply ( ic or ooc ), meme or ask answer, or pretty much anything! take all the time you need, it really doesn’t matter to me. this isn’t a race, this is something that is done for fun! so, don’t feel obligated to do something or even be online, if you don’t want to. it doesn’t matter how long or fast it takes you to respond to me, if you’re my person, you’re my person. and if you go on hiatus, i’ll stick with you through it so when you come back it’s like nothing ever happened. never feel obligated to explain to me why it takes so long, i get it we all have other things we’re doing. some of us work full-time, some of us are in school full-time, some of us run multiple blogs and some of us just can’t find the will or motivation to write for a couple days on end… I never want you to feel pressured to interact/talk/associate with me. so, do what you need for yourself and just know i’ll be here in the background rooting for you!
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hxntingaquarius · 6 years
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This is where we parked the car, right?
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hxntingaquarius · 6 years
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“Give me five minutes, a can of gasoline, a match, and I think I can make it worse.”
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hxntingaquarius · 6 years
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notmyjeepyoucreep‌:
Stiles rolls his eyes at the hunter, but his lips twitch up slightly. The guy wasn’t that bad really. Sure, he could still be a psychopath only a day away from a massacre, but by now he pretty much expected that of anyone new. God, he is starting to sound old even in his head. Scott would never stop teasing him about that if this went on. 
“Well, we have some sports teams. Biggest thing is Lacrosse, but not sure if you can score a place there right now, we have a pretty good line up right now. “ Which he was part of now, after years of running away of things he was pretty fit. And a good number of the team were not human. That might help them, even though they didnt use all of their supernatural strength as to not appear suspicious. They had learned from their mistakes. 
“My Dad’s the Sheriff of the town. “ He replies with a shrug, proud of his father but not wanting to sound like he was bragging about it. He didnt need his fathers reputation t o make himself look better or anything. Stiles was quite confident on his own. What was one pretty boy compared to facing three werewolves alone?
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The Sheriffs kid? Well Shit. That was definitely a bad choice when it came to staying inconspicuous. His past criminal record alone would make him stand out as a trouble maker, and the Winchester family really didn’t need any more scrutiny during their stay.
“ That’s pretty cool, man.  I always wanted t’be an officer when I was a kid. ” A fire officer, that was - but at least, with an easy smile and a nod of his head, Dean could hide his initial panic. There was no need for Stiles’ to know he’d already had trouble with the law in his short eighteen years on the planet, or that his  family was almost always engaging in illegal activity.
“ You ever get to ride in the car? Dude, I got one go back when I was like eight. They brought it in to our school, gave us a go of putting the sirens on and everything. It was pretty sweet. ” The best lies were always the ones with a hint of the truth.
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hxntingaquarius · 6 years
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1.13 | Route 666
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hxntingaquarius · 6 years
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RPC, I know this seems to escape people but…
Respect your rp partners who are fast. Don’t shame them. It’s not a bad thing that they are excited about your reply or have a method.  Making them feel guilty is wrong.  Don’t fault people who want to reply to you.  It doesn’t mean that people who are fast, do not have a life.  Some people just are most comfortable being quick and are excited.  There is nothing wrong with being fast.
Respect your rp partners who are slow. Some people just have a longer process, ponder things longer, and genuinely are just busier. Some people just prefer to have a longer queue, take longer. It doesn’t mean they’re not excited.   There is nothing wrong with being slow. 
Basically, respect your RP Partner.
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hxntingaquarius · 6 years
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hxntingaquarius · 6 years
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"Hey, pretty boy. If you're looking for a seat, my lap's open."
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                 “ Fuck off, dude. ”
It wasn’t the first time Dean had been new to a school, and he’d dealt with every kind of crap that could be thrown his way because of it. This kid was no exception. 
To be fair, kid was probably the wrong term. He didn’t look much smaller than Dean, and he was pretty sure he’d seen him on the first day in Lacrosse gear. An athlete then, a jock. That was fine, he’d spent enough of his time over the last few years putting those in their place. Being trained since he was young had certainly had it’s advantages.
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hxntingaquarius · 6 years
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young!dean winchester headcanons
filling his cup up all the way, just so he can lean down and sip from the brim
washing the impala in sweltering heat until he can see his reflection to “build character” but he doesn’t mind
practicing his elvis presley in the bathroom mirror, alternating the comb into a mic, mouthing the words of jailhouse rock and brushing his freshly gelled hair
john catching dean in the impala under a pretty young blonde he was flirting with at the gas station earlier
the girl apologizes and bolts, dean props himself up, wild hair and a dreamy look on his face “that’s brianna. she wants to go to harvard.”
checking both ways before throwing sam into the cardboard stuffed animal box in toys’r’us
discovering a swivel chair, declaring it his only mode of transportation, and refusing to use any other means to travel around the motel
“if there’s something weird— in your neighborhood— who you gonna call?” ruffling sam’s shaggy hair. the boy sighs, trying to be exasperated by his older brother, but a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
“ghostbusters,” he adds unenthusiastically, yelping in surprise when dean pulls him into a noogie. 
“no, dumbass, us.”
growing his hair out just a little too much, and it getting in his face during hunts. john expresses his distaste, saying how it’s impractical and dangerous. he takes a beat up yankees cap and sets it on dean’s head as he passes by
he pivots it because he likes it backwards. he lets some of his hair peek through the closure
he wears it for a couple hunts until john and sam say something about the “smell of sweat”
he doesn’t wear again but he still has it
sammy getting the front seat for the first time and dean is not happy about it. so unhappy, in fact, he keeps kicking the seat with the complaint “my legs are too long to fit back here”
“maybe if I didn’t have to tell you to get your feet off my dash every time you sit in the big boy seat, then you wouldn’t have this problem.”
“don’t worry, guys, I got this,” he says as he goes to flirt with the cranky old lady witness for information
john stops him by the collar of his leather jacket
listening to songs about sex
chewing gum perpetually; biting it with a flirty wink to a passing diner waitress as he picks up breakfast
using sam to pick up chicks but sam is old enough to see through his brother’s shit. he plays along until they all get comfortable, and then he breaks out the embarrassing secrets
“one time, dean complained he had a twisted ankle so he stayed at the motel while I went out with dad. we come back earlier than planned to see him jumping furniture in his underwear screaming to ac/dc’s shoot to thrill.”
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hxntingaquarius · 6 years
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notmyjeepyoucreep‌:
“Of course you weren’t. I am sure you one every spelling bee there was to be won, didnt you?” He teases good naturedly, and thinks hunter. While the leather jacket might be a cliche, Stiles just has a sense for these kinds of things. He has met enough of them , and there was just something about Dean. The way he looked at people, the way he walked and moved. Stiles wouldnt be able to really put it into words but it was there. 
but one never knows, hunter kids could still turn out well, right? He will have to look out for this one. 
“Well, if he wants to work here, he should talk to my Dad. Show his license and all. Parts of the forest are off limits to the public after all. But I am sure he already knows that. “ Stiles rattles off, and wonders who ever came up with that excuse. Okay, so maybe he was really a tree surgeon, who knew. He really shouldnt be so distrusting with everyone. There had to be some of them out there, and some concerned campers might have complained to the rangers or something. 
“Seeing you like this, I think it’s at least partly your fault. “ He says, almost teasing, as they meander through the school building. Stiles was in no hurry really, quite content to miss the whole period. 
“ Spelling bee’s made me nervous, I’m just not a fan off all that attention. Math Soc, that’s much more my thing. ” Man, Sam would have found that funny. Of the two of them he was so much more likely to end up doing something nerdy, Dean had always been one to join the sports clubs - usually wrestling, his upbringing gave him a significant advantage. 
This kid was curious, and possibly a bad choice of victim if his dad was as important as he sounded. Still, it was too late now to start backing away, he’d made his choice and he’d have to stick with it. “ Honestly dude, I don’t know much about my dad’s work. He probably already knows, but y’know how it is. Home time is his chill time, doesn’t want us asking dumb questions. ”
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To a certain extent Dean was telling the truth. John hated dumb questions, but he didn’t avoid talking about cases he was working on at all. If he was about, he liked to get the eldest boy involved - in his own words, it was like an apprenticeship. Start ‘em young, they’ll know everything they need to know by the time the get out in to the real world. That was the idea behind it, anyway. “ What does your dad do anyway, dude? He a forest ranger or something? ” 
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hxntingaquarius · 6 years
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                     hi guess what I’m here
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