#the other option is american sign language ofc

[saeiken]

:O ..brothers...

[1-800-pastelskies]

I’m not American so correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t American High Schools have a lot of electives. If they do, which do you take?

it really depends on the school tbh

and i’m technically not in hs yet, but i’m in rolled so i had to fill out an elective sheet so these aren’t a guarantee but they’re the ones i signed up for

dance 1: first pick, i’ve mentioned i’m a dancer before so ofc i was gonna pick dance, but it is the most competitive one to get into so pray for me

AVID: i can’t remember what it stands for but it’s a 4 year long program that helps people that are at a disadvantage like low income or discrimination issues get into collage, i will probably get in because you have to interview for it and a lot of privileged kids signed up w/o realizing that they do background checks

intro to agriculture: we have 4 branches, tech, farm, food and gardening i chose food science w/ my friend j because he wanted to have an elective with me and we both are cooks so food science it is, if i don’t like it i’m doing gardening sophomore year

spanish 1: language courses are required, i used to be fluent in spanish and still understand bits and pieces so it was just the easier option, also my only other option was french and i don’t want them criticizing the way i say one of my last named bc it’s french

drama: i already do acting outside of school, the theater program at the school is really good and we’re required to do 2 semesters of preforming arts

general chorus: it was really just between this or band, but bc i’m already a singer i chose chorus. plus i might be doing cheer and you can’t do both cuz they’re both needed during games

[nordic-language-love]

Thank you so much @fluencylevelfrench for tagging me in this - this was super fun!

[SOFT.] baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos |  cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

[DARK ACADEMIA.] neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |

[EDGY.] closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humor | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

[70s.] colorful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

[PREPPY CASUAL.] collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colourful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairylights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details |

Guess I’m edgy! No surprises there :p

I tag @syndere--i--sommersol @fremmedsprak @germanyexchangee @an-american-in-norway @an-aussie-learning-norwegian and @la-galaxie-langblr (if you wanna do it ofc but you don’t have to!)

[iwantthedean]

The Division

Part Six: Life, Here and Now

Summary: Finley gives as much information as she can on The Division; she and Castiel do their best to ward away anyone who may wish to harm the hunters. Pairing: Dean x OFC Finley Word Count: 2360 Fic Warnings: Language, angst, canon-typical supernatural elements. Chapter Warnings: None, other than above. I think. 

Masterlist

Mary and Cas had already stocked up on beers and one hotel room by the time Finley and Dean met them at a hotel in downtown St. Louis. Tensions were still present, but Cas and Dean managed to more or less ignore each other long enough to focus on the conflict at hand. 

Finley opened a beer and took a seat on one of the beds. “Okay, everyone ready for this?”

“We’re listening,” Mary assured. 

“Right.” Finley took a good swig of her beer and set the bottle on the night table. It was going to be easier to do this if she was standing. “After I turned eighteen, I got out of the life. You knew that. I went to college, I graduated. But nothing stuck. I found reasons to not work anywhere that would require a commitment. I took my college degree and I worked in diners — places that I could up and leave without it being any big deal. One day, I was just waiting tables, and this old guy walked in — Cuthbert Sinclair. The head of The Division. He knew that I didn’t belong in that diner, but he also knew I didn’t belong with some other government agency.”

“That’s when you joined The Division,” Dean interjected. 

Finley nodded. “Yes. They took what I already knew and they built on it. See, you know about the Men of Letters. What you don’t know, or maybe haven’t entirely figured out, is that they didn’t entirely disband after Abaddon’s attack. The British Men of Letters came over from London and signed responsibilities over to the American government — or at least that’s what we were told.”

Cas nodded. “But now you don’t think so.”

“I think the American government was a funding front. What I saw when Cuthbert was killed — what I heard — was the Brits telling him that he had broken policies. If the American government was really behind The Division, why would the Brits insist their policies be followed?” She gulped down another swig of beer. “They want hunters who don’t want to do things their way dead. That’s what Gordon wanted out of me, and I think that’s what Cuthbert was fighting against. We all fight the same monsters, we all fight for the same cause. Maybe we go about it a little differently, but that’s no reason to go around killing an entire community.”

Mary shook her head. “So they’re going to keep coming after us — especially Finley. But if they’re holding strong that Cuthbert was violating policies, why would they frame you?”

Finley shrugged. “This is what they do. They pick a target and they break you down until you give in or you die. Those are your choices. Really, The Division wasn’t so different from the British Men of Letters. We were trained that our cause and our purpose was so sensitive, anyone who dared to go against us or leave the organization would threaten all of our lives. Turns out we were the threat the whole time.” She ran a hand through her hair. “They’ll use any means necessary to break us down. They’ll break us apart from each other, they’ll torture us. They’ll turn people we thought would always be loyal against us. I think our best bet is for me to keep on to the headquarters, and the three of you to gather as many as you can to go against them. There will be strength in numbers, and with me on my own, they’ll be distracted long enough for you to build a defense.”

Mary interjected. “No, we’re in this together. Even if we have to part again, we do it strategically. This isn’t another hunt — this is our lives.”

“Exactly,” Castiel agreed, stepping behind her. “We do this together, win or lose.”

Finley looked at Dean. He didn’t say anything; his gaze bore into her so intensely, tears welled in her eyes. She feared he would give her up, until he spoke. 

“We need something to throw them off our trail, buy us a little time.”

Castiel cleared his throat. “I may be able to help with that. We’ll have to locate another angel, but I think I can do it.”

“Do what, exactly?” Finley questioned. 

“A warding. It’ll be stronger than the tattoo I’ve got, but I can’t promise it’ll last.”

“I can. There’s a warding spell that’s — well, it’s pretty fucking old. But we won’t have to find an angel, which means Castiel won’t have to steal anyone’s grace.”

Dean frowned at his friend. “That’s what you were going to do?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Castiel admitted. 

“The spell,” Mary prompted. “What do we need?”

A couple of minutes passed while Finley tried to remember both the ingredients and the words for the spell. Once she had it all written down, they made a plan to search in teams for them around the city before convening back at the room. There would be some danger to searching out the ingredients, but once they had them and the spell could be completed, that wouldn’t be a problem. 

The foursome ended up splitting women and men; while Castiel fetched something from Mary’s car, Finley pulled Dean aside. 

“You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to. I’ve told you before, I’m fine on my own. If you want to walk away, I won’t hold a grudge.”

“Well, yeah, you would, first of all,” Dean snorted. He held loosely to one of her hands. “But the point is, I’m not going anywhere. You knew to run to me when you were in trouble, and there’s no way I could run from you when you’re in trouble — and it isn’t just you now, Fin. It’s all of us.”

He kissed her forehead before getting in the Impala, leaving Finley to watch him drive away. 

Finley carefully navigated the streets of St. Louis, searching out the first store where they would check for the needed ingredients for the spell. Mary wasn’t ever up for small talk, but if Finley didn’t start talking and stop chewing on her bottom lip, she was going to draw blood soon. 

“Something on your mind?” 

Finley glanced over to the passenger seat before fixing her eyes back on the road. “Just thinking about that wraith hunt.”

Mary frowned. “Something wrong about it?”

“No, definitely not. Those final moments were nearly flawless — that spell’s one of my favorites, to be honest. But I keep thinking about how we would have gotten out of it if I had never joined The Division, if I had just stayed in the life. I would have known another way, I guess, because I probably would have been fighting wraiths all the time.”

“There’s something about being a hunter,” Mary acknowledged. “We live a seemingly normal life, but there’s all these secrets and close calls underneath it. When I met John, when I knew we were going to have a life together, I couldn’t wait to stop hunting. But then we got married and the boys came and I still couldn’t stop. It’s embedded in our DNA, I think, for people like us. Our parents were in it, and we can never get out. Not really.”

Finley pulled into a parking stall and turned off the engine. “It’s not only about hunting. How did I get here? How did I become an enemy of the state? All I wanted was out of hunting, but like you said, there is no getting out of it when the connection is familial. I thought I found a compromise in The Division, but now it feels like I’m in it deeper than ever.”

Mary did something then that only a mother might know to do in that moment. She surveyed Finley’s eyes searching out the windshield, trying to get the bearings on her life, and responded by pulling Finley into a tight hug. She said nothing, she didn’t try to comfort Finley, or tell her everything was going to work out. In truth, there was no way to know that. So, Mary hugged Finley, who took a few seconds to respond in kind, but when she did, she hugged Mary tighter than she had hugged anyone since her own mother. 

“Thank you,” Finley whispered. 

They all returned to the hotel several hours later, empty-handed. Dean ran a hand over his face, trying to come up with another option. 

“Cas, what about finding you some grace?”

Mary’s brow rose. “As in, stealing it from another angel? Have you done that before?”

“Only in dire circumstances, which I would say these are,” Castiel responded. “We’d still have to find the ingredients to summon an angel, or figure out another way to hunt one down. Finley?”

“We can do it without an angel. There’s another spell, one only taught to elite agents of The Division, in keeping with the Men of Letters tradition. It would keep us from any interference — even archangels.”

Castiels eyes went wide. “Life-bound warding? You know how to do that.”

Finley nodded. “Our best bet is to do the drawing on the cars, but the second part might be trickier. Here, everyone grab a paper from this, find a pen or something. We’ve got to get this right if it’s gonna work.”

“What’s the second part?” Dean asked. 

Castiel and Finley exchanged a look before Castiel came out with it. “The second part is to draw it on our chests above our hearts.”

“How do we do that? Sharpies or something?”

Finley cleared her throat and shook her head. “Knives. It’s got to go into the skin.”

“Great,” Dean sighed, setting about finding a pen so he could copy the sigil Finley and Castiel were teaching them to draw. After a few rounds of practicing, they could carry out the warding, then get back on the road. 

Benny Lafitte checked his surroundings before sitting at his desk and calling his field agent. The other man answered on the second ring. 

“They’re in St. Louis. Gordon, Christian, and Cole are all down. They’re on their way back to headquarters for a debriefing.”

“Hunters got to her before they did?” Benny asked. 

“For the most part. From what I can tell, they’re working on a warding sigil, then they’ll continue on to Topeka.” The other man chuckled. “Thank goodness for thin motel walls.”

Benny chuckled, too, and it had a sliver of relief to it. “I’ll second that. Have they suspected you’re following them?” 

“Not as far as I can tell. I’m keeping my distance — no reason to break my cover. If they make me, I’m not sure I can get them to trust me, which means I’d likely end up in a position I don’t wanna be in.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet you would,” Benny agreed. “Keep that distance, but keep your eye on them. We’re working on things here at home base, so we’re ready when they come. If it looks even for a second that they’re spooked, you’d better let me know.”

“Will do, sir. I’ll check in first thing, unless you’ve got updates before then.”

“Sounds good.”

Benny hung up the phone then, checked again for anyone who may have been listening, then gathered his things to leave for the night. 

Finley put her gun on the nightstand, propped a pillow against the headboard, and leaned back against it. 

“When’s the last time you slept?” Dean asked, quiet so as not to wake Mary or Castiel, laying close to each other in the other bed. That fact was eating away at him, but he wanted to avoid the same conflict they had run into before. He didn’t understand, and he didn’t like it, but he was doing his best to keep those thoughts to himself. 

“Before they found me in Saint Louis. When’s the last time you slept?”

“Little before that, when someone dropped me and made her getaway.”

She couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Did I apologize for that, by the way? I really thought I was doing what was best. Figured you’d never leave on your own.”

“We’ve been over that,” Dean reminded her, propping his pillow up the same as her. “You should sleep while you can. We’re warded. No one’s coming tonight, Fin.”

“I know that,” she whispered. “Doesn’t mean I can convince myself of that, though. Runner by nature, remember? I’m just used to being on the ready.”

Dean put an arm around her. “You don’t have to be ready anymore. Not with me. Not unless we’re running together. For right now, I’m stationary. I’m going to try and get some rest, which is a new thing for me, but maybe we can give it a shot together.”

Figuring it was a stretch for Dean to talk about sleeping instead of staying up to keep watch, Finley compromised. She kept herself upright, kept her gun on the nightstand, but leaned into him. He ran his fingers up and down her arm, the best thing he could think of to help her relax. 

“Your mom hugged me earlier.”

Dean smiled and kissed her hair. “She did, huh?”

“Yeah. I think she didn’t know what to say. Or knew there was nothing she could say, to make me stop thinking what I was thinking.”

“What were you thinking?”

Finley licked her lips; her eyelids were already getting heavy. “Trying to figure out how I got from where I started to where I am now. This isn’t the life I always wanted to escape, but it’s not the life I wanted, either.”

Dean wanted to say something, but like Mary earlier in the day, he understood this as one of those moments when it was better not to say anything. He held her a little tighter, continuing to rub up and down her arm until he felt the deep, even rhythm of her breathing in her sleep. 

She wouldn’t like it if she woke up and realized, and Dean would never tell her if she didn’t figure it out on her own, but he had every intention of staying awake and keeping watch until morning came.  

Keep It Original: @ashleymalfoy @atc74 @melbrandes @smoothdogsgirl @illisea @spnbaby-67 

The Division: @xtina2191 @itsallaboutthedean @roxyspearing @adoptdontshoppets

[swearronchanel]

7.01 aka I have yet to stop crying

I’m back with my live commentary, what an episode. Let’s get it 1963.

it’s still brick out, long ass winter

Trix, Val and Sister Winnie dancing I love it

Helen is obvs pregnant but I’ll attempt to ignore 

Angela is so cute and Teddy aww, love the historically accurate unsafe back seat

“I don’t know about these American pop groups, there’s such a lot of slang in their songs” LMAO SHELAGH STOP IT, the 60s are swingin

Tim rolling his eyes like same

the 60s bops man, gotta love them

Christopher bought her Miss Dior MY KINDA MANN😍

Patrick and Teddy 😭 aww

if you go to a strip club in the afternoon you really have no life lmao

this poor woman I know I’m going to cry

I love Nonnatus table scenes

When will Lucille show up?

Lmao damn Phyllis was ready to redecorate and all

cancer spread fuck

Elastic roll ons are fajas/spanx I assume

but damn she can’t hide it anymore

I’m not knocking stripping but yea don’t go back, this lady is a bitch and this club is nasty

SOMEWHEREEEE BEYOND THE SEAAA!!!

MY SONG

Christian Dior made the scent to smell like love

Trixie is me when ppl don’t appreciate my nice perfume either

“Do I smell furniture polish?” LMAO omg stop

Miss Dior smells good tho, Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet is one of my scents. A fav

“Look and Listen” lol looks like the MTA signs

REGGIE CALLS VIOLET MUM MY HEART!!

“I’m scared” LOL BLESS REGGIE

He made strudel aw

“Everyone has a different way of coping” I love this show but I hate this show. This is too close to home/reality for me rn it hurts

demolishing the whole street shit

can shelagh turner wear something that isn’t blue god?

Nadine’s fur coat is freaking fab

-   my blood type is o- and my mom never fails to remind me I’m gonna need an rh injection if I have a baby

HEAVENS TO MURGATROYD : MOOD

Eat that cake 😂 what’s Nonnatus without cake

Sister MJ saying her first responsibility is to eat the cake. I love her

but here her eye problems begin 😭😭

sister Winifred driving is legit me LMAO I suck at driving and I need my license already 😂

Alexandra is so cute aw

my heart hurts for this man

Trixie’s outfit is on point, love the coat. The fur hat is funny, but still on point haha

“My mummy says only tarts paint their nails” guess I’m the biggest hoe there is

Sister MJ and Alexandra watching tv SO PURE

CHRISTOPHER’S 👏🏼EX👏🏼CAN👏🏼CATCH👏🏼THESE👏🏼FREAKIN👏🏼HANDS👏🏼

Like what a Bitch I never met.

Hotel getaway👀👀👀 say yes Trix😉

but ofc I respect you so if you don’t want to, don’t ofc & don’t feel pressured no matter what Christopher says!

but also this doesn’t make sense, Trixie and Christopher should’ve already had this discussion if they were already supposed to have gone away together (??)

Hi Sister MJ is crying and I’m not okay!!!

Finally some mention! But wth are Patsy and Delia doing in Botswana? African adventure? lit

Lucille! ❤️ Look at this gal I love her already! We have the same earrings on too

Sis (-ter W) we don’t say colored

Oh shit she passed out

Bladder infection what a blow

Sister MJ and Lucille reciting Keats IM FUCKIN CRY

the nuns singing again ❤️

Poor Ruth omg my heart

Oh shit Nadine’s water broke

Phyllis you badass bitch I love

oops she lied without knowing

Ruth is killing me, too relatable rn

Sergeant asshole keep it pushin before Phyllis clocks you

Sister Winnie still crying, still relatable

Lmaoo Churchill reference, he sucks tho

“It’s called cobblestone” friendship brewing

“In my head, fresh as paint” I love her  

Flashbacks to when Chummy delivered the breach baby

Take a shot every time someone is called “clever girl”

MUCUS EXTRACTOR

Shelagh’s best job where she at

Trixie and Shelagh talking my bbys, give them a scene together

Val’s back hurting from teaching ballet and tap omfg love her 😂

Give Nadine the studio

“Patrick what’s your fav European language” English “wrong answer” LMAO SHELAGH LOVE U BB

BUT ALSO YOU COWARDS SHE GAVE SPANISH AS AN OPTION, BRING A DAMN HISPANIC/LATINA CHARACTER ON THE SHOW PLEASEEE 

I’m free btw ^ college won’t stop me

“My uniform is going to talk to your uniform and not the other way around” FUCK YEA PHYLLIS CRANE

she compared him to nazis, ultimate drag

Sergeant’s tragic backstory partially unlocked

trix in aa

“You think you’re putting on armor, but in truth you’re building a cage” that one hurt

I’m sobbing

I can’t take this episode

“If I never said I was grateful for you I say it now… Miss you. I will talk about tomorrow.” good fucking bye I’m drowning in tears

Lucille making me cry more how is this possible

YES NADINE GET THOSE WAGES

YAS SHE IS BUYING THE DANCING SCHOOL

TRIXIE IS GOING TO SWITZERLAND !? 😭get it gal

guess she had a change of heart then huh

I’m down for it but I don’t think they should’ve had her decide in one episode, especially since she was just v conflicted ya know. Reminds me of how too unrealistically resolved the Christmas ep was tho   

maybe she’s not actually going to go in the end

the Herbrew prayers I’m fucking crying again, I thought they’d show sitting shiva but this is more emotional ahh

SISTER W GOT HER LICENSE 🙌🏻 IM UP NEXT

legit my permit is 2 years old I gotta hurry

Trixie’s lingerie 👀

“Darkness makes the heart’s case fragile, pain breaks it open, courage teases out the leaves and life unfolds and expands. Thrusting upwards into light.”😭😭

“A kitchen, you wouldn’t believe” stop💔

Phyllis making a move omg

I can’t take this I’m crying so hard. What an episode 😭😭 tune in next week if I haven’t drowned in tears