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Why were these all over Pinterest this morning????

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someone: hey can you do this please? me, has been watching hell’s kitchen for the past 14 hours: yes chef

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The Signs as ‘Hell’s Kitchen’ Gordon Ramsay Quotes

Aries: “Yanky danky doodble shite.”

Taurus: “It looks like a bison’s penis, what is that shit?!”

Gemini: “Look! Look!! LOOK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!”

Cancer: “IT LOOKS LIKE GHANDI’S FLIP-FLOP!”

Leo: “WHERE’S THE LAMB SAAAAUUUUCE?!”

Virgo: “I’ll get you more pumpkin and shove it right up your fucking ass. Would you like it whole or diced?”

Libra: “This fucking pigeon is that raw it can still fly.”

Scorpio: “Did that hurt? Fucking sue me.”

Sagittarius: “My gram can do better. And she’s DEAD!”

Capricorn: “The chicken is pinker than your fucking lipstick.”

Aquarius: “I’m nobody’s bitch.”

Pisces: “If you cook scallops in a non-stick pan, they wont’t stick. That’s why it’s fucking called NON-STIIIIIIICK!”

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reblog if you support those who have had an abortion.

We need to show support for them/us.

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this has got to be THE funniest sentence ive seen all day im gonna cry

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Pls

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Therapists are just…. Common sense filters

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One of my favorite things to see is random people trying to interact with unfamiliar outdoor cats. Just standing there with a hand out, making kissy noises, maybe meowing at the cat while it ignores them. Mankind at its best and least dignified

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By MikkoLagerstedt

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what a power move

The Angel of Death

FISTS YOU

And then you Die

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Pranks are for children

Pairings: dean x reader, sam x friend!reader

Warnings: None! 

A/N: I wrote a little something something. :) It’s very fluffy, so i hope you guys enjoy!

After a long and stressful hunt, in which you were thrown about like a rag doll and drenched in freezing water by the most annoying ghost you'd ever encountered, you dropped right into one of the two motel beds, without even popping in to the shower. 

Sam and Dean came in after a moment, chatting loudly about some movie. "You haven't even seen Breakfast Club, Dean!" Sam cried in disbelief.

"Sammy," Dean replied, a smug aura emanating from his stance, "I don't watch chick flicks."  

Sam huffed in frustration. "Breakfast club is not a chick flick!" 

"Yeah, whatever you say, Sammy," you could hear the smirk in Dean’s voice.

You groaned, irritated beyond belief. Grumbling, you stuffed your face viciously into the thin pillow. Dean chuckled softly. "Someone's a little grumpy, huh?" 

"I swear to god, Winchester, if you don't shut the hell up, I will be on your ass." you growled into the warm pillow. 

"Well, I do have a sweet ass," you looked up to find a shit-eating grin on his face. 

"Screw you." You snarled. 

"If you wanna screw, sweetheart, then I'll gladly satisfy your needs," Dean taunted. 

"I will throw your cassette tapes into the ocean," you threatened. 

Dean froze. "You wouldn't." 

You smiled, gaining the upper hand. "I would. And I would also key your car." 

"You crossed a line there, Y/N. You never put baby in the line of fire!" Dean shouted. 

Sam began to laugh uncontrollably at your bickering. Suddenly, you and Dean yelled at the same time. "Sam, help!" 

Sam's eyes widened comically. "Oh, no. Last time I got dragged into one of these, you guys started a prank war; I don't wanna deal another firecracke incident," 

You think about the time you shoved firecrackers down Dean's pants after an especially vicious prank war, and cackled. "That was hilarious." 

"You know what, I never got you back for that, Y/N. Consider the next great prank war to have begun!" Dean declared. 

"Sam!" you whined. 

"Oh no." Sam whispered, fear changing his features. 

"Oh yes! You better prepare yourselves, the both of you,"  With that said, Dean left the room. 

As the sound of a shower started, you turned to Sam, on the verge of tears. "Sam, what did you do?" 

Sam sat down slowly. "I may have made the greatest mistake of my short life."

"You think?!" you cried. "I just wanted to go to sleep."

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Never Again (part 5)

Pairings: Dean x sister!winchester, Sam x sister!winchester, John x daughter!winchester

Warnings: graphic torture, suicidal thoughts, mental/physical abuse+torture, swearing, mention of knives

Summary~ With Sam having just left the family business to go to college, the Winchester family is a bit shaken. Dean, Y/N, and John deal with this difficult situation the best they can, but can the family business really go on without one of the esteemed members, Sam Winchester? 

A/N: oooh, get strapped in guys! Cause you’re in for a ride, lol. This one took a lot more effort than I thought it would which I’m really sorry about! I need to learn my time management skills 😅. I think from now on I’m going to stop promising updates soon, and I’ll just do them to the best of my abilities. Oh the struggles of being me. Hope you enjoy :)

You hadn’t thought the fear would be so paralysing.

You’d fought as hard as you possibly could have, but demons? Against an unexperienced 17 year old hunter? There was no way you would have won.

So you threw in a few punches that hurt you more than it hurt them, and suddenly you were thrown over someone’s shoulder, a blindfold shoved over your eyes. And as you were taken unwillingly, the sound of your dad’s frantic shouts from the phone pushed you over the edge. You froze in fear and let them take you without a fight.

The worst thing was, you’d had an inkling of what was going on. A gut feeling. But you had ignored it. You’d wished something bad would happen. In fact, you’d directly ignored John’s order to stay quiet, just to see if he would actually do something.

Well, your wish had been granted. And now you were suffering because of it.

You really were a stupid, worthless piece of shit. You clearly knew nothing about the way their lives worked. And even though John had trained you harshly... it had been long ago, and you were weak. Emotional.

Someone cuffed your hands and locked them up to a bar. Then a voice cried out, “Shall we get started, Y/N darling? I’ll just grab my tools. Oh, and just to let you know, if you hadn’t said anything for a second longer? We would have moved onto the next room.” A loud boom echoed through the cold area, and the metal door was shut.

Dad said you were going to get yourself killed. And as you swung gently from the ceiling, the silence sinking in, you realised.

He was right.

After a long moment, a rattle of steel on steel entered thorugh the door. The tall man with a plain face picked up a scalpel and smiled like a cat. “Let’s start.”

And so it began.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but it felt like eternity. You were in constant isolation, in the dark, apart from when your ‘friend’ came to have a little fun. 

You had wondered whether they had already killed you and you were in hell.

And when you thought about what John had done to you, your father, you realised another important thing. He had never tried to intentionally hurt you.

He had been preparing you for something like this.

But he never would have been able to. Because even when dad pushed you to your absolute limits, you’d still felt somewhat safe. You still felt like he would lose his life to save yours.

This situation was completely different. In fact, your demon buddy told you he’d already managed to kill you, but kept bringing you back, thanks to his boss, Azazel.

It didn’t make you feel very good.

The demon had carved his superior’s name into your skin so many times, that there was barely any clear skin left. It was just... bloody.

It was a form of injury designed to show you that you were hell’s property. Just a tool for them to use.

But that was nothing compared to the electric shocks, or the needles, or the time he’d pulled out your guts like he’d promised. It felt inherently wrong. And he’d done it over and over again.

And despite your screams and cries, and pleading for release, he wouldn’t let you die. Every time you asked your friend, “Why? Why won’t you let me die?”

You’d only ever receive, “It’s part of your plan.”

And the physical part wasn’t even the worst. It was the mental torture which made you beg for death.

Somehow, they’d manage to trick you into believing your brothers and dad had appeared to rescue you. Elation swept through you every time, the relief that escape had finally arrived forcing tears of joy out. Then your family would cut you, beat you, or start spitting abuse into your face. Things you thought of yourself. Things your dad had screamed at you before. Arguments. Petty insults. Words Dean or Sam would never say. But it still hurt twice as much.

Even your only ‘safe’ space was an instrument of torture. Any small amount of sleep you’d gain would be stolen from you when those monsters infiltrated your dreams. They’d hurt you in unimaginable ways, actions that you had completely repressed into your mind just so you didn’t have to face anymore agony.

They gave you rotten food at irregular intervals, and kept you in the dark, so you never knew what time it was. They’d wait until you were on the verge of death, and only then would they give you a minimal amount of water. You had a toilet break once a day, in the corner of your room. They didn’t clean it.

You had no idea what was going on, where you were, what time it was, who you were.

You were left with nothing but a marred body, a scarred mind, and a weary soul.

There was only one thing you knew for certain. If you ever escaped and happened to be alive?

You’d end your life before the day was over.

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John had never been so terrified in his life. Months had passed since the phonecall. He paced backwards and forwards across the motel room, checking his phone every two seconds. The Winchester even began biting his nails. “Have you got anything, Sam?” he repeated for the hundredth time.

The recently recruited younger brother sat at a wooden table, typing away at his laptop. “I told you it’s going to take a while, dad.”

“You better hurry, or you might not make it back to Stanford by Monday, huh Sammy?” Dean mocked again as he polished the same gun for the hundredth time.

Sam twisted to face his brother. “Cut it out, Dean! We’re all terrified and stressed, so don’t be your usual self!”

Dean rose to reply, a scowl already forming on his face-

“Boys. Enough.” John commanded. And that was that. The boys returned to their assigned jobs, fuming silently. 

John contemplated the events of the previous few months. His daughter had run from home, leaving a short message at Sam’s residence saying:

‘I’ll be fine. Don’t come looking for me. Love you all.’

And then Sam explained the moment Y/N hot-wired a car and drove off. Multiple times. And John instantly felt a wash of guilt. He’d pushed his daughter too far. This wonderful creation, who looked just like her mother, and was the best of all the Winchesters... He pushed her too damn far, and pushed her right over the edge. Y/N was such a good child. She was meant for more than a hunter’s life...

And now she was about to die under the hands of demons? John simply hoped will all his heart it wasn’t the same demon that killed Mary. He prayed.

“Hey, Dean?” Sam spoke. “Come check this out.”

Dean walked over to Sam, leaned on his chair and studied the image on his laptop. 

Dean’s tense posture relaxed. “Dad?”

John looked over.

“We’ve got a lead.”

John rushed over to the computer, pushing Sam out the chair and studying the image. Shock lined his features. “What... What is this?”

Sam read the related article describing the electrical shortages, cattle mutilations, and storms over the past month.

John leaned back into the chair, silent.

Sam focused on the identifiers. “I’ve never heard of a monster doing something like this, dad. Cattle mutilations? Storms?”

Dean continued. “That rules off ghosts. Maybe a werewolf...”

John pinched the bridge of his nose. “Boys, for a second stop worrying about what type of monster it could be, and look at the pattern.”

A moment passed.

Sam gulped. “What the hell...?”

Dean sat down, his ability to breathe escaping him.

The image from the newspaper identified the most recent places at which any of these events occurred. And when these towns or farms were marked, a line appeared, leading straight down the map towards a warehouse in Alabama.

John spoke once more. “These monsters are leading us straight to her. There’s no way it’s anything but a trap.”

“We’re still gonna go, right?” Sam asked quietly.

John closed the laptop, and stood. “We sure as hell are. Pack your bags, boys, we’re going on a hunt.”

Part 4

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My weekend is gone, dedicated to satiating this question. But I feel no regrets other than any unwanted emotions this piece gives to you. I am so sorry. ❤️😖 Animation references: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNNAxCuaYoc https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ni_mS4cKPXY …and a bunch of Michael Phelps videos

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Worldbuilding with Psychology

I haven’t mentioned this before, but I’m close to graduating with a psychology degree. As I was organizing things to move back in at university, I came across some notes from my Developmental Psych class. Psychologist Urie Bronfenbrenner presented an ecological systems model of child development, which represents a dynamic model of how people develop psychologically depending on their environment. I realized this may be an interesting reference for writers as we consider worldbuilding.

The individual is at the center. Each level interacts with the others and may affect them in different ways and to different degrees at different times. The individual is at the center of the model and has inherent traits which are the result of genetics. The microsystem is the individual’s most immediate surroundings. These are the places and people they come into close contact with on a daily basis, including the home and peer groups. The way microsystems treat the individual influence them, but the behavior of the individual also influences how the microsystems react to them. The mesosystem is essentially comprised of links between microsystems - between home and school, between home and church, between family and peers. Active involvement between microsystems promotes harmony and a sense of like-mindedness. The exosystem consists of linkages between systems that do not directly influence the individual, but do so indirectly by influencing a microsystem. For instance, the parents’ workplaces influences the parents’ behavior in the presence of the individual. The macrosystem consists of more distant influences that still have a significant impact on the individual. These elements often include beliefs, values, and other aspects of culture. For instance, life in a country at war will influence an individual differently than life in a country at peace. The chronosystem simply incorporates the meaningful passage of time. What is in each system, how much it affects an individual, and how can all shift in time.

What does this have to do with worldbuilding?

One can relate Bronfenbrenner’s model to creating a fictional sense of place however one likes, but I’ve drawn some parallels between each level and a corresponding element in worldbuilding. The model looks something like this.

The Protagonist:

The main character (or characters) lies at the center of your worldbuilding. It is through their eyes, or over their shoulder, that the reader experiences the world in which your story is set. A strong sense of place is vital to telling a satisfying tale, and a great deal of it comes down to your protagonists. Like in the original model, the protagonist has certain inborn traits that are a result of nature, but are also influenced by nurture - the other systems, in this case. The world is reflected in the hearts, minds, and behaviors of the people who live in it, and the people are reflected in the world they populate.

The Supporting Cast:

These are the people the protagonists interacts with most, and it’s a two-way street of influence. Their behavior influences the protagonist, but the protagonist affects them as well. You can present a great deal of information about the world through the interactions between characters. The way your protagonist interacts with parents and siblings can reveal family structure and dynamics, and interactions with friends or coworkers can shine light on social classes, pastimes, or employment. What your characters do, how they do it, and how they speak or feel about it will reveal what is normal or not.

The Immediate Surroundings:

Where are all these interactions taking place? The actual physical locales in seen in your story have an impact on the way people behave, but don’t forget the direct effect of setting the scene. One behaves differently at school, as opposed to the mall - how can you use differences like this to portray societal norms and mores in your story? Additionally, the events and values of a world leave physical reminders, which may be as simple as smog over a city unconcerned by or incapable of controlling pollution. Perhaps there is graffiti in the streets leftover from social or political unrest. The remnants of a torn-down shrine or monument may reflect changing values, war, or persecution of certain religions or other groups. Living conditions can portray class differences. Possibilities are endless.

The Social Structure and Culture:

Social structure has ramifications on who can interact with whom and what’s considered appropriate. These rules may be very strict or much more informal. If there are rigorous separations in place according to class, an interaction between members of different status will be shocking to your characters. Speaking out against an elder coworker may have severe consequences, or employees may be under forced retirement deadlines - these differences reveal if old age is revered or looked down upon. What holidays do people celebrate, and how? What manners of speech or behavior are unique to the setting? Social norms will be reflected in the behavior of your characters, but the population is capable of changing those norms.

The Physical Setting: 

The setting at large still has far-reaching influence on your story. The geography itself will determine a number of things about the setting, including the landscape, weather, physical resources available, methods of transportation and more. All of these things trickle down into each of the layers beneath it and leave their fingerprints. If transportation is unfavorable, how does this affect information and cultural exchange? How about the economy? The physical setting is an umbrella of elements which may change everything under it, even in small or indirect ways.

The Genre:

The genre determines, amongst a few other things, how much of each of the above is needed. In essence, genre can be your guide to where you should place your focus in worldbuilding. Fantasy and science fiction often call for a greater emphasis on the physical setting and cultures, while realistic fiction set in real-life places readers are likely to be familiar with is likely to need emphasis on the protagonist and supporting cast. Some genres, such as historical fiction, may need a more evenly balanced blend of each system. The plot structure itself will also have an influence. For instance, in a ‘pursuit’ plot, the ticking clock and pursuit itself are typically considered of more import than the characters, while 'forbidden love’ plots are all about the people and culture.

Remember, as always, to mold writing advice to your work and not the other way around. The influence of one or more of these systems may be heightened or lessened, depending on the needs of your story, and they may interact differently, perhaps even from chapter to chapter. Thank you for reading, and I hope this can be a useful model for you to use as a springboard in some of your worldbuilding.

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aesthetic swamp witch... if that ain’t the truth

Hey guys I was bored so I made a witch type generator 

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Reblog and say which one you got