#badass chick flick

[screwoffdotnet]

started miss congeniality and i didnt know who the cast was so when i saw good ol billiam shatner show up in the opening credits i was like MR SHATNER WHATRE U DOING HEREE?

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

What I think each Yellowjackets character’s Letterboxd top 4 would be

*I’m including movies past the 90s even though some of these characters didn’t live long enough to see them*

Natalie

I think Nat is a huge horror movie fan (specifically 80s slasher and demonic possession) and loves edgy gothic vibes. I also think she would love some artsy indie movies about sex and challenging gender roles (and just some cool action movies with hot badass women).

Honorable mentions go to The Craft and Kill Bill

Misty

We all know Misty is a theater kid. She loves musicals and I think girlie is definitely singing Sweeney Todd and Phantom of the Opera songs to herself 24/7. And I feel like I don’t even need to explain the Steel Magnolias inclusion, she had that monologue memorized like it was imprinted on her soul.

Honorable mentions go to Hairspray and Hamilton

Jackie

I know Jackie loves a good chick flick, particularly those with homoerotic subtexts. I think, if she had gotten to live long enough to start coming to terms with her sexuality, But I’m a Cheerleader would definitely be her gay awakening. And then Bottoms once she’s tip-toed out of the closet a little bit more (RIP Jackie Taylor you would have LOVED Bottoms). And of course, I had to add Beaches because of the “Are you quoting Beaches at me right now?” line, and also because I think Jackie would watch it and shed a secret tear because it makes her think of her and Shauna.

Honorable mentions go to Uptown Girls and Heathers

Van

Van would definitely refuse to watch anything past the 90s. She loves comedy classics and queer staples. I know Van quotes The Godfather in the full Italian accent constantly (especially around Nat to piss her off) and she’s watched The Princess Bride an ungodly amount of times and knows pretty much every line (Buttercup was her queer awakening).

Shauna

Like Jackie, Shauna love movies about intense (homoerotic) friendships. I know she relates to Needy in Jennifer’s Body living in Jennifer’s (Jackie’s) shadow and resenting her for it but also being so obsessed and intertwined with her; and she also just loves the visuals and its satire on female exploitation. Shauna maybe relates to and roots for Pearl a little too much, she loves a movie about a woman desperate for recognition and teetering on the edge of insanity while maintaining a sweet and innocent facade. Also I can see adult Shauna in particular just being charmed by Little Women (partly because of the love triangle but mostly because of the womanhood and female friendship themes).

Honorable mentions go to Juno and Scream

Also side note: I feel like Shauna would love Daria, but it’s a TV show so I didn’t include it.

Laura Lee

Laura Lee loves uplifting and wholesome movies. I can see her shamelessly liking kid’s movies well into adulthood. She likes movies centered around helping people in need like The Rescuers or going through hardship and discovering faith like Soul Surfer. Girl is religious-religious so her favorites are definitely going to be centered around faith and Christianity. But she also just likes a simple feel-good film; the cheesiest, sappiest movies you can imagine.

Lottie

Okay Lottie was hard to pinpoint but I’m pretty sure she would like angsty, artsy shit. Like, in high school, she would pretend to love chick flicks like the rest of her classmates but when she gets home she’s putting on the darkest and most depressing weird girl movie you’ve ever seen. I think she likes Suspiria for the occult themes, the otherworldly feeling of it, and eccentricities of the main character who never knows what’s real and what’s not, which she relates to. I think she likes some mental illness movies like Donnie Darko because of her diagnosis and upbringing and The Virgin Suicides because she’s lonely and feels overly-controlled by her parents. And Amelie because she once again relates to the loneliness and likes that the main character discovers her gift for helping people. I think Lottie would prioritize good cinematography and visuals in movies, too.

I don’t think Lottie would really watch movies as an adult because she would be too busy running a cult and disconnecting from society, which is why these picks are centered around Teen Lottie.

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I couldn’t think of what Tai would like! She is a mystery to me. I can see her maybe liking something like Whiplash because she is super driven and ambitious and kind of tortures herself for success? But idk. Please comment or repost with what you think her’s would be!

[completelymindfucked]

Sam has never fully left those rooms. He has grown, versions of him splintering off left to rot in different motels rooms, different states. An 11 year old with shoes too big in Oklahoma, A restless bouncing 5 year old North Carolina with matted curls because a 9 year old forgets to brush his hair at times, too busy memorizing how to properly clean guns instead of the multiplication table.

Sam sees them still, when passing through visited states. Still sees the 14 year old in Maine with growing anger in the shape of his father, too big for his bird bone chest and sunburnt skin. They stare at him like ghosts, always in the corner of molded moth ball smelling rooms. The uncertain 18 year old about to ditch everything, stares at him with disgust. The 16 year old with defiant bangs and ripped up pants screaming insecurities, he stares in awe. While the clingy 12 year with the perfected annoying little brother voice just stares, he has yet to really entertain the idea of Dean. He has yet to see his 16 year old brother as anything other then badass who wears too much cologne, with a snaggle tooth and drawing looks from older ladies with ring tan lines on empty fingers and beer belly sweat smelling men. Dean is badass, he is cool and everything sam can’t seem to be. He has yet to realize, in 2 years his brother will be sun flushed cheeks and chick flick muscles, that he will be the main character in his story and Dean the one he’s after.

[abouquetofrandomthoughts]

I just watched Gunpowder Milkshake (which is an action movie, BTW), but the main characters are women and there's some kind of emotion involved, so I guess by my tentative definition, it's a chick flick.

Tonight, I asked my husband to define what a chick flick was. Eventually, he came up with: a movie whose audience is overwhelmingly female.

I'm genuinely curious what other people's definitions of "chick flick" is. I don't have a good one, personally. Because they pretty much seem to be "there's a woman in a lead role and there's some kind of emotion involved".

[gardensofthemoon]

𝟗 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐠

Three ships: Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian, Curufin/Finrod, Beleg/Turin

First ship: Aragorn/Eowyn. I was five and my dad played me some bits from The Return of the King and little me wanted the swordman-come-king and the badass princess to be together <3

Last song: Back to black, cover by Wang Zhuocheng

Last movie: oh man I can't remember, it's been so long. Probably some chick-flick

Currently reading: Dark Rise, MDZS and technically I'm still on my silm reread though I've taken a months-long break bc I keep telling myself I'll read The Children of Hurin instead of Turin's chapter

Currently watching: Spartacus

Currently eating: honeydew

Currently craving: another Greece trip

tysm @sauron-kraut for the tag, you're lovely as always!

no pressure tagging: @elevenelvenswords, @curufiin, @thescrapwitch, @janewaysgun, @mirkwood

@queerofthedagger, @numenhore, @ettelene, @tilion-writes

[ironworked]

SPN 12.06

After the cold open and the title, we catch up with Jody as she's about to settle down to watch some tv... until Dean and Sam interrupt. From Jody's shocked face after Dean tells her he killed Hitler, we cut to:

Dean: Jody, you watching some kind of chick flick here? Jody: Well, Dean. I’m a chick. D: No. No, no. You’re– you’re a badass sheriff chick. You’re not a-a rom com chick. Wait, are you a rom com chick? J: Are you? Sam: He’s more of a, uh… animated Japanese erotica chick. J: Really?

But here's the thing - wait, hold on, look at these first:

They're finishing their food. Someone is leaning forward, towards the tv. That someone also holds the remote, and keeps looking at the tv.

That someone is not Jody.

...

Then they go to Asa's wake, meet his mother. Dean and Jody have the same reaction:

Next bit I want to highlight is this:

D: He died on the job. No better way to go. S: You really believe that? D: Yeah. What, you don’t? I mean, come on, Sam, it's not like we're in the “live till you're 90, die in your sleep” business. This? This only ends one way.

GODFUCKINGDAMMIT

Aaanyway. We meet the Banes twins and I'm just going to say what we all say: love them, wanted more of them.

After that, Mary arrives and we get this after a start to the conversation where it's clear that Dean still isn't okay with Mary leaving BUT I think this is why:

D: So you’ll text us once a week, maybe, but you’ll drive all the way to Canada to see some dead guy? Well, that’s awesome. I’m gonna get some air. Mary: Dean, wait…

No wonder Dean had a soft spot for Crowley! he left him multiple voicemails when they were living together. Sharing a room, even! People in Dean's life don't just leave, they also tend to be terrible at keeping in touch!

I LOVE this scene between Dean and Jody:

Meanwhile, Sam is being surprisingly insightful in his conversation with Mary.

S: [Dean]'s just scared we're gonna lose you again, that – that because we're hunters, you're gonna walk away. But I know that’s not true. Even looking at these… I mean, you saved Asa in 1980, after Dean was born. After everyone thought you quit hunting. Seems like you couldn’t stop then, and… I’m guessing you can’t stop now, either. This job, this life, is crazy and insane. But it’s in our blood.

Tell me that is not the face of someone who's been 'caught':

'tying up loose ends', my ass. I think that's what she told herself, and what part of her wanted to do. But I don't think she would've ever stopped hunting completely.

And the last bit:

D: Go away. Billie: You’re not the boss of me.

If they were intent on Dean dying, this should've been foreshadowing for the after. Dean always had a connection with Death (capital D) and reapers, and it's a waste that they didn't end up doing anything with it. Also it would have matched the 'glow-ups' of Jack, Cas, and Rowena.

[izufeels]

OMG AVERY DOING AN EVENT YIPPEE!! i have some questions for atsumu ><

1. what’s his favorite movie?

2. what 3 words would he use to describe himself?

3. what’s his favorite animal?

HI HI MEEYA

1. he wants people to think its like die hard or some action packed movie, but he LOOOVEEESSS chick flicks so much. his fav is probably like mama mia

2. “badass, funniest person ever, mastermind”

3. domestic animals, it’s probably a dog. as much as he likes to catnap, he has a lot of energy built up and he loves going to parks to run around. non-domestic kind of bc monkeys can be pets apparently animals, he LOOOOVVEEES monkeys.

^ read the alt text pls!

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Circle of Truth

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed ✨ No Chick Flick Moments ✨ Witches, Bitches, and Beasts ✨ Cursed or Not ✨ Poison Lips and True Love's Kiss ✨ Swallowing Hard Truths ✨ Salt and Burn ✨ Five More Minutes ✨ A Hell of an Identity Crisis ✨ Spilling Tea and Baring Teeth ✨ How to Break a Devil ✨ How to Upset Mother Earth

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, magic, another SPN character surprise, getting caught, fighting, secrets revealed, mentions of sex, mentions of blood drinking, mentions of death, mentions of curses, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of past relationships, mentions of mpreg, jokes, teasing, insults, attempting to choke an immortal, angry boys, terrified boys, definitely not cuddling, boys no longer secretly in love ⚰️ rating: mature

The night air felt thick enough to choke on- or maybe Kells was just feeling too much and his lover had played with the collar around his neck all day. He'd kept it taut while the devil tried to teach him how to shoot though he realized quickly his Hunter didn't need any training. The boy was a badass, he just didn't prefer a gun. He'd yanked on it when their lesson eventually got them too worked up and he rode his alpha to the ground. At one point he even wrapped the chain around Col's wrists to prove how much the beast trusted him. At dinner he'd taken to pranking, he'd choke Keliphos as he moved to eat and somehow even that devolved and he slid under the table once the witch was gone to bury his face between Dom's thighs and suck his spend from inside him. It had been a long glorious day of bruised throats and straining cocks but eventually the human passed out and the nephalem ignored all he'd learned to instead act on his own in secret.

He wasn't actually doing anything he wouldn't tell his omega about, he just didn't want to cause a fuss. If his plan turned out helpful he'd tell him automatically but if nothing turned out he didn't want to get anyone worked up or upset. It didn't take him long to search out a circle of the flowers he needed in the witch's garden. It was so perfectly grown he knew what it was made for- exactly what he was about to use it for. The scent of the yellow flowers was almost too intense but it probably just felt that way because the smell was thick in hell. It clung to the crossroads demons who moved between realms and grew in the places they were called to most. It felt cloying but he kept going, moving through the motions to summon his friend.

"Oh Kells, it's been a wee time! You could have at least stopped home to check in." Her accent was as thick as her long red hair and it warmed his heart to hear she didn't seem upset. In all technicalities she was his boss and he hadn't been doing shit for hell. "Well don't you look lovely. Would it be bold of me to ask if ya found something to keep you away?" She purred, her soft fox shaped eyes taking him in under the moonlight.

Keliphos grinned, stepping further into the circle to give her a quick hug. Once upon a time or two they'd been very close- it was hard to deny a beautiful woman with a dancer's body and enough power to make you melt- literally, but thankfully not to anyone she liked. Since taking over hell she was even stronger and more sure in herself. Normally he'd be giving her a good grope and stare, especially in the little red silk Xena dress she wore but not anymore. He gave her a chaste snuggle and a kiss on her cheek before stepping back and smiling stupid wide. He didn't mean to grin like a loon but he was realizing how badly he'd been looking forward to telling her. Maybe he did have a few people he called family already.

"I did. Row, I can't even explain. He's- fuck he's perfect. A stubborn asshole but… You'll love him. He's so great you won't even care he's a human Hunter." He joked.

Rowena rolled her eyes and she could do it better than anyone, to the point that it always made him laugh. "A Hunter? I suppose the brutes can be lovely boys but I wouldn't have thought you'd fall for one. Honestly I didn't believe you could settle down at all. The sirens and succubi will be so disappointed." She purred a playful tease and he chuckled. "So tell me of this perfect Hunter I'll love, what's his name?"

The devil paused, his gaze flicking away a moment as he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. He was surprised at himself, he trusted Row more than most but part of him wanted to keep Dom all for himself.

"Oh my, you're truly head over heels I see. You don't have to tell me but whatever did you call me for? Did you miss me?" She soothed, her lips curling up at the corner.

"I always miss you, my Queen." He winked back exaggeratedly before taking a breath. He trusted her and they'd probably need her help in the long run. Astaroth was one of those demons that mostly stayed in hell. Fucking weirdo. "His name is Dom. Dominic- but Dom." He knew she would recognize the name, most of hell knew of the fucker's penchant for stealing boys but everyone knew about the one that got away.

With that new knowledge Rowena looked around, seemingly realizing where she was. "Keliphos dear, what have you found your way into?" She worried for him.

"A family." A new voice made them both look to the house where Tom was stalking closer. "Rowena." He gave a polite greeting, nodding his head to her once as he joined them in the circle and smacked the nephalem on the back of his head.

"Shit! Fuck you, you're not my real dad." The devil teased, crossing his arms and faking a pout. He was actually quite nervous, he'd just summoned the queen of hell on fucking Gaia's property without permission but when the two witches hugged he took a breath.

The look Tom gave the brat was something between shocked and annoyed but he seemed to be playing so he let it go. "Would you like to explain what's going on?" He asked.

Keliphos felt something he never had before- he'd spent centuries tortured by his own father but nothing Astaroth had ever done truly chilled him to his core like being leveled a possibly disappointed glare from someone he'd called parent. "I um- I just wanted to ask her about mom for you." He muttered, sighing deep and pushing the leaves around on the ground with his foot.

"Mum? Who- what's going on here boys?" The queen asked, she'd been friends with them both for a long time but never thought they'd cross paths or have a goal in common.

"One of Astaroth's victims. You know he's my father Row, Tom knows too don't worry. We think he still has one of them. An angel? Ramiel? Do you know of him holding anyone down there?" Kells asked hopefully- so hopefully that he could feel nerves in his belly. A soft touch brushed his shoulder and he caught Tom dropping his hand when he looked over. Has he been trying to comfort him?

Rowena tilted her head, watching the two ancient beings together. There was a connection there she didn't understand but it wasn't her place to push. "I don't believe so but you know I don't like going anywhere near him." She explained, shaking her head. Astaroth had tried to make her one of his baby mothers as well but Kells had warned him off. She still believed that was part of the main reason the demon had bed her, his father wouldn't normally touch what he had. Though of course she could have protected herself. "I'll ask around though, check myself if I have to. If this angel is important to you both I want to help." She explained, smiling between them. "Now with that settled, tell me of this boy. It's not yours, is it Tom dear?"

Tom cleared his throat, giving a subtle shake of his head before answering. It was enough of an exchange that Kells narrowed his eyes but he wanted to trust the man he called Mitéra once. "He is the Hunter I took in, yes. I'm trying to keep him out of this as much as possible."

"Yeah and I'm getting well tired of it from boff you arseholes." Both Tom and Kells cringed at the human's voice and they shared a worried look before glancing behind them to find Dom standing there glaring at them. The kid was barely dressed, a pair of black briefs and open unlaced combat boots was all that protected him from the outside but the devil knew it was far more than he'd worn to bed. "'Ave ya jus' missed all the times I've bloody explained? Can ya not feel the bruises round ya neck from already being in trouble today? And you! Stop treating me like a child! I was already grown when we met, you can't fucking keep me out of shite." He growled at the witch next before pushing past both of them to greet Rowena.

"Hello love, you must be Dom. You have a little-" Row purred before licking her thumb and tracing his bottom lip. It came away red and Kells knew it was left over from when he fed the boy but when she sucked it clean he got nervous. "Oh my, quite the appetite I see. No matter, perfectly normal under the circumstances. No surprise you wish to keep him from the fight Tom dear, how long?"

The words were out before the hidden goddess could stop her but the mated pair just looked between them confused. "They've been together a little over a month." He tried to answer carefully, seeing what the Queen could feel out with her magic. He could find out a lot himself but his power was more focused on the earth. Rowena was better at feeling out people.

"Wha's tha' matter? Wha's going on? Ain't you 'ere about Ramiel?" Dom was still half asleep and easily grumpy. He didn't like being woken up because his boyfriend disappeared from his bed. He just wanted to curl up and get more sleep but no, of course not.

"You know of the curses?" Tom asked his friend and she nodded back, the two of them all but ignoring the others which just served to annoy them more.

"You know I summoned her right? Fuck are y'all talking about curses for? What does it matter-" Keliphos stopped short when he saw a small flash of Row's purple tinted magic head from her hand to his lover's belly. Too much started circling his mind, feelings he'd been having, things Tom had said, the way Dom was acting… but- "But that's impossible." Suddenly he felt almost woozy, his whole body flushed hot and sweaty and his head felt light. His stomach rolled so hard he had to step away from the others in case he got sick. There was no way. There was no fucking way. It was impossible.

Tom walked quickly to the halfling's side and he bent over with him. He had been terrified for that moment to happen until he understood everything that was going on but he couldn't take it back now. "Breathe. I've been trying to understand. I wasn't sure before. Please unders-" His words were cut off when the nephalem jumped him and suddenly his back was hitting the soft forest floor and his breath was cut off by the other man's hand.

"You fucking lied! You said you weren't hiding anything and you lied! You were going to let him fight like this? How dare you! How fucking-"

"KELLS! Get the fuck off 'im!" Dom shouted at his alpha. He'd never seen this side of him, his eyes were stormcloud bright and thunder was rolling in above them. He could feel electricity in the air that promised Col's wings were close to showing. "Wha' the fuck you doing? Tom's family! Stop!" He knew his man probably couldn't hurt his best friend but he was still scared to see them fight.

Tom's head hit the ground hard as Kells slammed him down, his fingers squeezing his throat until he felt something almost snap. "What if Astaroth sees him? What if he gets hurt? He's been feeding on me Tom! He's been hunting! How fucking dare you!" The witch didn't even fight back as if he felt like he deserved every word and bruise but in the next moment there was something on the devil's back and he pushed it off hard. When the pained noise he heard was in Dom's voice he felt reality crashing down around him. He pulled away from Tom as if he'd been burned and turned to see his mate on his ass in the dirt.

Dom watched his beast scramble off Tom while apologizing profusely before he crawled closer but he seemed almost scared to touch. "I'm sorry! Fuck I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" It took the human a moment to tell but he thought his monster might be crying.

"Everyone shut the fuck up! The next fing said better be an explanation. I'm exhausted, I'm starving, I feel like 'ell, I'm tired as fuck of being treated like I'm a breakable child, and now me arse 'urts. Don't bloody say it!" He snapped before Kells could make some comment like- 'and not in the fun way'. If he heard something like that he might actually explode.

Rowena stepped closer, her heels finding a way to click on the dirt as if they were spelled just to make her sound powerful. She crouched down next to him and laid a dainty hand on his shoulder. "Dear boy, don't you know already? Can't you feel it?" When he just shook his head she smiled softly. "You're pregnant."

Kells choked on a sob, he hadn't expected to feel so much more having the word said flat out but he felt almost human and powerless. An evil little voice whispered in his mind that it couldn't be his, he was cursed, but he knew Dom better than that. Something had happened and either his curse was broken or… there was no or. He'd promised the kid it wouldn't happen and yet…

"And you so upset you tried to kill Tom?" Dom's voice went flat, he knew he was overwhelmed but that still felt like an important reaction.

"No! Fuck. I was upset because he's obviously known and didn't tell you! He was going to let you go after Astaroth while you're- and it could hurt the- ya know." The devil sniffled. How many times could they fight in 24 hours? How many times could he be terrified to lose his mate?

"Say it. Say wha' you so pissed about. I thought you was upset about your curse but-" Before Dom could finish his statement Col was crawling close and shaking his head. He sat with his legs spread around the boy and he cupped his lover's face between his hands.

"No. Don't you dare. I'm not upset about- it. I'm upset that it could have been hurt. I'm upset that I accidentally lied to you! I don't want to do that. You're my mate Dom, I know how you felt about it and I never wanted to make you- until you were ready." There were actual tears beading down the devil's cheeks and he looked like the little boy he barely got to be.

"For what it's worth I was trying to learn everything I could before you decide to go after Astaroth. I wouldn't put my family at risk. You're correct though, I should have told you the moment I felt it. I apologize to you both. It shouldn't have been possible though, not with that curse. Unless…" Tom paused, taking a deep breath. "Unless the curse was only for your demonic side. If you haven't noticed Dom is bringing out the angel in you more than any of us thought possible. If that's the side of you that- mated him… perhaps he's able to break magic like that. I would not be surprised."

It was hard for Keliphos to trust that. It was hard for him to trust anything but he knew at least what he said about Dom was true. He'd knotted him. He knew he knotted him, and he knew that was his angel side. "How long?" He asked and watched Rowena lay a hand on what was his. He couldn't completely fight a growl but that more than anything made him realize how true it all was. How real.

"A month, I would say. Naughty boys." She purred and Dom blushed.

But… that would mean- "I fucking told you!" He huffed at his boyfriend and the demon tilted his head. "I told you tha' was our first time but you tried to say it didn't count!"

"You told me? Real mature babe. What are you, seven?" Kells huffed wetly. They could never completely stop bickering.

"And a 'alf. Bite me. Besides the Queen 'ere I fink I'm the only mature one. The two of yas are supposed to be ancient and ya act like bloody children! I need you to grow the fuck up Kells, and fast. We 'avin-"

"We're having a baby. I know. I get it. Shit." The devil blurted out before the human could say it. He needed to prove he could. What he didn't expect was Dom's eyes going wide and his heart starting to race. Maybe it wasn't just Kells having trouble coming to terms with it. "Babe?"

"We- I need- bed please?" Dom stuttered and his lover moved fast, standing and scooping him up in his arms like he was the child. Oh fuck.

Keliphos gave their friends a quick- "Later." before he was rushing his mate back inside. He didn't stop until they were safely tucked away in their bedroom with the door shut and them comfortably in bed. "Dom, you good?"

The Hunter snorted a laugh, that question felt absurd given the situation by at least making fun of his boyfriend made him feel more like himself. "Jus' wanted you alone." He sighed, straddling his devil's lap. "Is tha' why I'm so 'ungry for yas? Is tha' why we so…" He trailed off, hiding against Col's neck.

Kells laid his palms against Dom's ass though part of him wanted to be touching somewhere else. He wasn't sure either of them were ready for that shit. "I think that's just us. But yeah, maybe there's something about my blood that's good for it- them?" He shrugged but still got a nip for saying 'it'. "Dom please just- are you angry with me?"

The Hunter took a deep breath, letting that ozone scent relax him before he sat back and locked eyes with his lover. "I don't know if it's sunk in yet. But… we talked about it yeah? It's jus' a little sooner 'an someday." He laughed but fuck there were so many butterflies in his belly. "You?"

"Fuck no. I was just scared- I am scared. I don't know how to do this shit. But… I'm glad it's with you. I wouldn't want anyone else. Hey, c'mere?" He hummed until the boy smiled and pressed closer, those strong arms wrapping behind his neck. "I love you." He said it so simply, as if they'd been saying it for years instead of just the day. It felt that easy. Somehow.

"I love you too." Dominic grinned, kissing the idiot he found himself bred by. It certainly wasn't the answer to anything but it definitely helped them face everything. "Can I sleep? Can we deal wiv it tomorrow?" He whimpered against searching lips and the demon nodded, helping him out of his shoes before they got comfortable in bed. He rolled over because spooning was the most comfortable position for sleeping, not that the two of them cuddled. Of course not. He felt his alpha's hand trembling where it rested on his hip and kept moving closer. Closer. He let out a sleepy sigh and slotted himself against the nephalem, fitting like a puzzle piece against him. When the monster finally got enough courage and let his touch cover the boy's belly Dom hid a smile against the pillow. He knew that took a lot for his man, he wouldn't make it worse. "I love you." He heard his mate whisper but he didn't say it back, he wasn't exactly sure that one was for him anyway.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

This was a long one but I hope you all enjoy it! Surprise! Though I know the hints have been strong. It still seems like Tom is hiding something- what could it be? Will Dom be able to step back from the fight? Will they find Ramiel? Why was Dom able to break the curse? What will their child be? Keep reading to find out! Thank you so much 🖤⚰️

[xoxo-honeyy]

movie night

authors note: i know this isn’t my normal content but i just rewatched Legally Blonde for the millionth time and was wrote this little thing, i hope you all love this!!

wc: 417

warnings: just an insane amount of fluff, brief mention of Sarah and her death but nothing graphic. set post tlou 1/season 1

Ellie and Joel find a computer with a DVD slot in it so they can watch movies together. Friday is their designated movie night and Joel makes popcorn while they eat spaghetti and meatballs while trying not to make a mess on the already-stained couch.

One time while on patrol, Ellie found an old worn-out shoe box labeled “chick flicks” and inside was an exorbitant amount of DVD cases piled up in a neat stack, seemingly untouched. But one, in particular, stood out to her, Legally Blonde. Grabbing the box, Ellie stuffed it in her backpack and brought it home. Luckily she found it on a Thursday so she and Joel could watch it together the next day. When Ellie brought out the DVD Joel groaned in a playful manner.

“What?” Ellie was confused, he’s never had a problem with any movies before (even the ones with all of the dinosaurs) what was so wrong about this one?

There was a slight pang in Joel’s heart as he tried explaining himself to her, “No 's nothing, it’s just that when this movie first came out Sarah made me an' Tommy watch it on repeat.”

Immediately feeling guilty, Ellie moved to put the DVD away but Joel gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him.

After watching the movie Ellie felt better connected to Sarah. There were so many great things about the film and Ellie would often rant about it to her friend Dina.

"You don't understand Dina, this girl had a degree in fashion and then just decided to apply to Harvard for some guy, but then she realized her worth and became this badass lawyer! It's just so good." Her ranting continued but Dina suddenly cut her off.

"Well, maybe I could come over and watch it?" Voice oozing with confidence.

Ellie was completely taken aback, "S-sure, I mean only if you want to."

The brunette only chuckled at the response, "Of course, I want to, I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't."

A few days later an anxious Ellie and a relaxed Dina were watching the movie on the couch. After it was over Dina mentioned that she had a surprise for her. Wondering what it could be, Ellie scooted over while Dina was opening the box. And inside was Legally Blonde 2: Red, White and Blonde.

Ellie lost her fucking mind

And somewhere up in the clouds, there was a lost daughter smiling down at the happy couple.

yay! no more writer's block

[enchanted1waters]

you owe me pt3

Self control for motley Crue was non existent, but when the new offer came up from how much loving publicity was brought by these music videos...it brought on a whole new realm.

So here we are, The boys dressed in leather, spikes, hairspray, eyeliner, heels, and more bondage than usual. They were all joking and throwing around fake rocks when I walked in, they immediately heard the tapping of heels, chains, my legs covered with a million type of fishnet and bondage. My hair teased, a mask like thing above my eyebrows,. Mind you I haven't been able to get ready for the past 20 minutes between hearing one of the boys and my bandmates FUCKING. So I just decided to be happy for whoever sounded like they loved life, and try to tune out the moans and groans. Before you say 'Scarlett you just need to get laid' I already get laid, whether its a girl or boy in my bed, I can't stop getting the hungry eyes of Lee and Sixx out of my rocking head.

As the band's eyes devoured every atom of my body, they were tuned back to reality when the director yelled to take our positions, Katey and Doc smiling as I rolled my eyes and pushed the boys aside. I hadn't been really informed much other than my poor babies, trace and Becks had to be in a cage with a lot of other girls. Almost naked, in the like if the same get up I had on.

But first I had to watch my girls climb over rocks and look around like they were waiting for something to swoop down and eat them. That's when the boys suddenly appeared putting on a show with delicious kinky outfits, hair looked too easy to pull, lips begging to be bitten and- ehm uh torches.. in their hands. I watched as the girls looked shocked into the camera and frantically fell in a huddle with frequent hand movements.

If it weren't for me seeing the girls behind the scenes I would've thought the women were actually scared. They did a great job, it was precious to watch Mick act like a lion behind Trace. They were adorable. Nikki and Tommy and even Vince were hard not find attractive during their predator like behavior. I was trying not to laugh as Tommy picked up Becca, this has to be literally down 5 times over because Becks wouldn't stop hitting Tommy everytime he picked her up and spun her. Tommy is not a Tommy fan for some reason. It was quite funny to watch this happen over and over though. The boys eventually cornered the girls into the cage and put their torches up around it.

The next to film was the band live and holy fuck were they so good it hurt. I had to smoke a cigarette to just barely distract me as Vince's rasp curled through the hair, Tommy railing the drums, flicking his head, and Nikki's hands as they curled so well it made the bass moan. Or maybe that was me internally. Either way I had to cross my legs during this.

Trace absolutely swooned as Mick shredded. Teasing eachother we laughed. The boys eventually started making their way to the girls, a little too enticing. Who was I kidding I was glad I wasn't in the cage, would've made me thing too much entirely about the other night.

Then it was my turn.

*The Boys' pov*

Nikki got completely lost in the music we all did every time we started playing a single chord. though all of our eyes kept darting to off scene, our main girls gazing at us like dinner. Eventually later after wrapped up the band scene, That's when the amazing effects started, the storm like wind, the hot chicks acting as prey. And then suddenly this huge rock started to break and there we saw Viper. I might as well get on my knees and beg for her poison me, hit me, kick me, kill me, anything she pleases. Cause holy fuck every muscle in my body twitches when I saw her. She had this badass shield too. Fuckkkk.

She seemed to be having fun as she looked at us like a villan in a comic, suddenly springing to action and flying sparks from her wrist thingy.

When we were on break the director pulled us and Scarlett over explaining that after she opens the gates for the girls, Vince will follow her into a tunnel. That's when jealousy brewed in Tommy and Nikki's stomach. Vince was a quicky type guy, didn't ever savor or devour shit long enough to let a girl enjoy, he just did it long enough for himself. I didn't give a shit who and how he fucked. Just not Scar. She was different, she deserved different. Not saying me and Tommy haven't been through half the population, just saying she deserves better than a smash and dash. It wasn't her worth.

*Viper's pov*

Next thing I knew after that little game plan huddle of Vince sending me a wink which I rolled my eyes so hard at, I could've sworn I checked out my own ass.

This led to me strutting down a stone tunnel, peering off to the side, a corner. Getting pinned, the camera following Vince who quickly found me and laid his hand on my cheek. Caressing me with a strangely gentle manner. His leg suddenly between my thighs, his hungry eyes and his toned arm pinning me against the wall, before I swatted his hand away after acting as if I was into it. I quicky walked away, swaying my hips as I disappeared in the fog. Him left untouched.

I then was out into another smoke filled room, my eyes scanning as if I had x-ray vision. That's when I heard loud boots behind me, I swiftly turned around to be met with a List filled Tommy, he was towering over me, just as I turned around to run the other direction I was met with a equally starving SIXX. My heart pounded at my chest, and shorts. My reproductive system was practically screaming. Corned by the literal terror twins. I shouldn't have felt the way I did, like such desirable prey. I quickly backed up between the two, trying to keep my thoughts straight, attempting to not cause this video to turn into a famous porno.

My fight or flight chose flirt, I instantly looked eyes with the boys, Nikki's hand on my shoulder lighting my body up like leather on a hot day. Causing my neck be thrown back, back arched, putting on a show. I suddenly felt Tommy's hand carefully holding the back of my head as if he thought I could break by how filthy my movement was. Then as soon as the tension split the air, I moved fastly running.

The next couple of hours was filled with the band playing way too well. The girls and I teasing each other, me watching some extras attempt and some successful in sleeping with Vince. Nikki and Tommy seeming to be spaced out everytime the girls touched or flirted with them. Which I was interesting to watch. Then it came time for me to stand in the four boys which took 30 minutes for something so fricking easy to do, because they wouldn't stop making each other laughing saying they felt like justice league, or talking about running a train or just the most stupid joke coming out one or the others mouth.

Eventually, we did get that music video done, leading to a huge fandom of shipping and asking for us to collab in more stuff. Yet we only had one more music video to film before they were scheduled for four. Which I didn't know what it was, and just so ya don't get too lost every second I've explained of my sad, feral, rocking life so far this chapter has only been a FUCKING week. So this particular Friday night after wrapping up looks that kill, none of us changed and just went straight to a club with a bar, who had tons of people recognizing us. Tommy and SIxx had both offered for me to ride on the back of their bikes to which I declined in respect of any hope I had left of self control.

That was until I got buzzed, and had a conversation that flipped a switch, so let me take you to the moment we walked in the club. My senses were automatically filled with cologne, perfume, sweat, sex, smoke of all kinds, hairspray, alcohol, heat, bright lights, wood, bodies everywhere, loud rock from Acdc to Metallica to the beatles. I found myself sitting on a stool when Tommy and Nikki sat on either side of me. Vince finding a 3rd woman for the night, (he has literally given up on any chance with Scarlett because of how whipped the two mullet wearing GAURD dogs are, constantly threatening him to stay away. Even Mick warning him to not mess with her.)

I raised an eyebrow as I gently rolled my tongue over the straw to my licker. "May I help you boys?" I smirked showing my wrist metal, "any damsels in distress?" Tommy quickly put his hand over his head and went faint, "UGHHH poor me, suffocating-lack of air- needed." He put out a hand throwing it towards me and gasping as me and Nikki lost it. "Musy have kiss- to...besavedddd!" He said smoothly as he began to choke on air.

I stood up and licked my lips, "Nikki kiss the choking man while I'm gone, gonna go dance a little, maybe I'll feel like baby sitting when I get back." I said with a wink before finding Grace and Becks in the floor. We all moved together as 'my kind of lover' came on the speaker, we slowly fell in a line. "Ya know, clearly were into to threesomes, but not romantically and from what I've heard from Mick this is the longest they've gone from hookups. I mean the man literally voted most sleazy has even rejected the hot model on set. Literally. Shunned her from his dressing room. Mick is saying you broke em. They both apparently made the new song with lyrics referencing you."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, "Yeah cause, Nikki and Tommy The literal FUCKING terror twins can have romantic feelings." At that Becca grabs my hips and slams me back against her. Talking in my ear, "admit it, you're scared. You're scared they're gonna get bored. Boys like that don't write songs and skip models for a single night with you. They don't interrogate every person you know or have even spoken to ever just to try to see or talk to you again. I think you should face your fears. You're Scarlett fucking viper, you look at fear and punch it in the face after commenting how small its dick is. Don't let two boys in high heels stop that streak. If it doesn't work out or if they hurt you me, Mick, Trace and our fans will quite literally kill them. Break a fang, bitch." She said before pushing me away harshly.

With that godly advice in mind, I walked back over to the Bar, seeing a woman with teased hair and a sweet ass between my men. Did I just- nope definitely didn't anyways. I felt anger boil, I quickly walked over and leaned forward pushing past the girl who was squeezing Tommy's arm while touching Nikki's hand. Talking about how if they're good in concert they must be good in bed. She scoffed at my ignorance to her existence as I nudged her shile I grabbed my drink. She furned around and looked at me as I drank the entire pint while raising an eyebrow at her as she had the most hateful look on her face.

She started to talk, I cut her off with a finger in her face gesturing to the bartender, "one second needy, hey excuse me sir, yes can I get a bloody Mary? Great thanks." Then I looked back at the girl and rested my empty glass in Tommy's hand. Him automatically taking it as he watched the bitch at work. Nikki slyly smirking. Them giving each other glances as if they were speaking a secret language. The more I was around them the more I could understand.

That's when I tuned back into the girl rambling about how she was here first and how I was so rude blah blah. I then thanked and grabbed the bloody Mary from the bartender as she continued her lecture. I casually sippedon the drink, toying around with the little umbrella. "Are you even listening to me?" She said crossing her arms. I then looked up at her wife eyed. "Hm?" She then growled, "I SAID BACK OFF BITCH."

That's when shit went silent at her pitchy tone as it echoed through the crowd. I felt those bubbles in my blood start to boil. I knew I had issues, ive been to a doctor about them, them starting when I was a child. stuffing a rock up a kids nose after he snapped my friends barbie in half. Knocking another kid out my age when I was 13 with a log I picked up after he called my cousin a racial slur. Those were the only justified timesbof my adolescence. Most being caused by passive aggressiveness or just teens being teens. Men being men. Either way I always ended up with bloody knuckles or handcuffs on.

Either way, my body at some point had shut down, vision going black. Seeing only red, only acting on instinct.

*The boys' pov*

We have seen a lot of girl fights. Consisting of mud, bikinis, nip slips, moans. We've also seen the kind that happens with a slap or pulled hair. Rarely did we see a punch thrown, that was until we met our walking goddess. What an entertaining strangely arousing sight to see Viper's tongue poke in her cheek, which I've noticed happens before she gets violent. Then the girl said something even more insulting, if I'm being honest, I didn't listen to anything she says, just Her. Lord have mercy on my soul when this woman walks in the room. Next thing I knew my badass lil rocker chick poured her bloody Mary on the girls white shirt. This caused hollers from every direction including Trace telling her to beat her ass.

The girl then went to slap Scarlett and Scarlett caught her hand and looked her in the eye with most devilish smile as she right hooked her, when that didn't stop the girl from trying to scratch her with her bright pink nails, Scar grabbed the girls head and hit in on the bar. When the girl didn't get back up, groaning with a now broken nose, hurt hand, and bruised cheekbone. It was silent when me and Tommy started high fiving each other, Trace and Mick screaming fuck yeah, Vince then finally made it to the front of the crowd and was cursing at how inconvenient his timing was. "ITS ALREADY OVEE?!? I JUST GOT MY PANTS ON." He said with the roll of his eye as the guy was still shirtless. Apparently ran from a hookup after he was told there was a fight.

*Scarlett's pov*

I then snapped back into it as I felt my something wet and warm drip from my hands. I knew that feeling all too well, I looked down to see the girl who had just been in my face insulting me now on the floor groaning. "Oh shit, are you okay?" I said reaching out to her to help her up and she flinched telling me to back the fuck off. I then looked backed at the boys, "I'm gonna need another shot." I said before the boys showered me in affection I didn't deserve for beating up a chick. Didn't make me feel good. It made me feel out of my body when I blacked out like that. I was scared of myself. That's when I could tell the boys noticed. Their consistent jokes became less as their eyebrows furrowed at me as I nursed my drink.

I then felt a hand on my back, rubbing circles. Tommy's. He asked the bartender for a wet rag. Then began rubbing the blood off of my knuckles. The other large hand from the side brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. I forced myself to make eyecontact with Nikki. My eyes threatened a gloss. He immediately looked at me like I've never seen. When he spoke it was as if I would shatter if he wasn't gentle, his voice slightly cracking at the empathy he seemed to feel for the first time in his entire lifetime. His large hand slightly rubbing it's thumb on the side of my face which I couldn't help but melt into, cracking my walls down.

"Hey.. hey hey, Scar. It's okay, you want me to take you home?." He asked clearly not meaning suggestively. I looked at Tommy as he delicately rubbed the stain off my skin. "Both of you?" They looked at each other and shrugged, "if that's what ya want, we aren't gonna come in or anything so it doesn't matter."

I then sat up and suddenly regain my sea legs, my charm switching back on. I looked between the two of them, "and what if I wanted you two to come in? I mean I could just be soooo lonely." I watched as their eyes transitioned from soft and caring to lustful. Their eyes quite literally burning into mine, Nikki crossed his arms and looked at Tommy, "It wouldn't be right to leave her alone all night, all the bad tears she could shed." Tommy then smirked at me, "yeah, it wouldn't be gentleman like to not give her some good tears in replace."

I then hopped off the stool, "chivalry isn't dead." I said causing them to laugh. I then walked out swaying my hips. I turned around to look at the boys, "who wants to give me a ride?" They both raised their hands and laughed as they pushed each other. "I'll let T-bone have the second ride, c'mon sugar. I'll give ya a fun ride, for now anyways." He said as he swung his leather clothed leg over the black metal made Bike.

[crulwrld]

Fly Chick

I put on a new skin-tight peony pink spaghetti strap from Salvation Army. The girls were sitting nice today, it really always depended on the day. Luck of the draw. Shimmied into black denim cutoff daisy dukes, a brown leather cowboy belt with an ornate buckle, grey Uggs without socks. I never wore undergarments, I was a free bird. I spritzed on some Nicki Minaj Pink Friday perfume while checking my reflection. Put on a crucifix necklace. I had written “Fly Chick” in orange Expo through the dust on the mirror. I massaged my bleach-scorched scalp with my acrylics in spiral formations, then straightened my locks with them, careful not to break off any of the tangles. They ended coarsely at my collarbones. I puffed them up at the roots and they stayed that way.

“What a Jagged Little Pill,” I said into myself.

I took two Klonipin and pocketed my concealer, my cotton candy Chapstick. Hit the road.

I had few plans for today. Priority was to get my meth from the dealer. I had dinner with my daughter for her twentieth birthday. That was it.

I love to blast Fiona Apple with my big square sunnies on. I am forty and I am a bad bitch, two things can be true. I owned a torn-up convertible, it fell into my possession after my husband passed from an overdose. I grabbed the wheel and screamed into it, I felt like a singer in my car, and felt good about the drivers around watching me. They wish, I thought. It’s been my dream to be a performer. Since I can remember I’ve been a little extra. I’d flick my cigarette in the wind with a straightened upward arm and swing my head around on my neck until the light went green. I imagined myself as a Kesha character with a hint of Bjork. A badass brooding fly chick. 

My dealer was only available via Snapchat. He lived in this rinky dink house behind the movie theatre, which looked like it was collapsing on itself and into the ground. A blue tarp veiled the roof à la hurricane damage. Once, before I was widowed and got paid for it, I let him fuck me because I had no drug money. A wet spot in the roof leaked rhythmic drops onto the back of my skull as I lay there, stone cold, letting out genuine grunts of pain. Skinny guys always have the lankiest dicks. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but, hey, the ends and the means are one. 

He sent out an old wobbly man to do his dealing. His skin was burnt to a dark crust and he wore the same, increasingly sour wife-beater that hung off his bony torso and crinkled at his wide hips, I never made direct eye contact. Those were cursed, sad eyes. He looks like a person that someone just left on the side of the street to crawl out of a Dr. Pepper can one day. He’d shake my hand, we got very good at exchanging the crystals and the money in one slick movement. 

“What you got going for you today, sweetheart?” He asked.

I started pulling out of the gravel driveway. 

“Watch out for them opps,” He said, flagging his hand above his head. 

Gross me out, I thought.

I had this extra-large styrofoam cup I kept in my car that had one dollar refills on it at the gas station by my trailer. I’d fill her up three times a day with Coke and be on my merry way. I wouldn’t even acknowledge the workers, just drop four quarters or less and get out of there. 

There was one worker though, named Deep. He was Egyptian and had eyebrows that looked like they were made of black silk and a thick nose with frizzing in the nostrils. I saw that sniffer and knew I needed to pop a squat. He had a neck tattoo that said “2000,” I would click my snake eye tongue piercing at him on the front of my teeth and he’d swoon. He was shorter but I didn’t mind. 

“You’re like a princess,” He said one day.

“Prove it,” I said, and wrote my phone number on a napkin then slid it across the counter. Flexed my mouth around the straw of my extra-large Coca-Cola. 

He immediately got to his phone and called me.

“My number,” He said, smiling, cat eyes wide and perked, head nodding, whole body jittering.

Deep, my husband, and I all had a threesome. That was the first time I fingered a man. It was funny to do with a sharp nail. Almost clinical. My husband was a bitch about butt stuff. He was fucking strange, he kept this Tupperware container of semen from the condoms of all the dudes we’d fuck within the freezer. Like, what do you need that for? I was relieved when he left this Earth, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t choreograph it. The day he died was the day I found out I had a tolerance of steel. His lips started to turn blue and I was all like, 

“Oh yay, oh yes! Yes yes yes!” 

It was like watching the clock strike twelve on New Year’s. A breath of fresh air. Finally. 

Today, after I got my Coke, I had all this time to kill before I went to eat with my daughter. There was a horrible storm falling outside. I sat cross-legged on the trailer carpet and ate some of the meth. Took some shots of Jack. So warm, so cozy.

I spread my hands around the floor in oval patterns and it felt like it was crawling right back at me. I tugged and felt the carpet lift, the space of levitation in between carpet and whatever wood was underneath, I wanted to tuck my body in that liminal space and rest, feel the micro threads weasel their way into each of my follicles. I imagined what I might look like from above in that state. Carpet woman. I prayed the rain got harsher so I could do this for hours and I wouldn’t have to go to dinner with my daughter. I wanted someone to go on a date with me, but it not be my daughter, and the date be here, clawing the carpet together. I ate some more meth. My lips got to smacking and chewing. 

I wondered how many years were lived on this carpet, and if the energy of lives past were slithering from the ground and up my arms. It could be possible that I was transmitting something. Becoming super all-knowing. 

Think of a family, now think of how long a family stays in one place, five to ten years, yes? People who have moved out and in, people who have visited, on average that’s probably one hundred people. Multiply that family times five hundred years. Now, who knows what? If two people with opposing perspectives stood in the same place, where I’m sitting, and I focus on alchemizing that opposition, bringing Fire and Water together, pointing towards the past, pointing towards future, I do it now, outstretching my arms to perfect balance like a scale, I can harmonize that frequency, be a conductor, a flash of temperance, I could reach God consciousness if I keep at it. 

Oh God, I love you God, thank you for saving me from that terrible, ugly man. You could’ve given me a brain-damaged paraplegic boy to nurse, but you didn’t. That wasn’t my burden to bear. I’m no mother. You gave him into the fold of hell. I can’t explain my gratitude for the divine plan. 

Now I say it, I scream it like a banshee, I Love You, Father! Our Father! Who art in Heaven! Hallowed be thy name! I smash my body and vibrate on the carpet. I smear around as though I’m melting, I feel I’m liquid, the thrust of the divine warming me over and pulsating from within, I am flow state. I drool into the carpet and suck it back up, the flavor of a million walks of life soaked into my spit. I touch myself. I clench my breasts as though they could burst like heirloom tomatoes. I drag up and down with my knees until I can feel the burn.

I feel the incubus leak from me. My soul-cleansing ritual manifesting in the real world. I twitch and crank, I grunt with hot furiosity and let all the darkness out. I fizzle softly. Catch my breath. I put my hand in my shorts to inspect. I pull out a hand covered in black excrement holding a fetus-sized blood clot. 

After I clean with baby wipes, I lay in bed and finish the bottle of Jack. I still smell of evil. I finally change my Facebook status from married to single. I delete my Instagram account. I call my drug dealer on Snapchat and ask for his number. He tells me he can’t do that. I delete my Snapchat account. I’ll just be solely an alcoholic from now on, it’ll be better for everyone. I text my daughter that I won’t be making it to dinner. 

She texts back.

“I expected that. You would’ve just blown cigarette smoke in my face and talked about yourself the whole time anyway. #sorrynotsorry” 

Jesus Christ.

“Doors unlocked if you still wanna hang out, I love you,” I sent. 

I feel a great tragedy has happened, but I can’t put my finger on it. I feel humiliated. Under the comforter, I take off my spaghetti strap, I take off my cowboy belt, my shorts, my Uggs. Fling them to the end of the bed. I cling to my crucifix. I hum to match the sound of the box fan ripping through the air, I close my eyes and watch patterns pass on the back of my lids. I’m so tired. Tears stream like the rain smacking the trailer’s exterior, for once, I cry. I sleep. 

-

My eyes opened.

My brain was like a heavy chunk of metal, shivering outward—skull buzz. I held the headache, and felt my head had been shaved in wild patterns. 

I clenched my lids and pressed my skull into the pillow, tried to reflect. All I could gather was my dream. In it, my daughter was bedside standing ultra-stiff above my head, smoking a vape with enormous puffs, the clouds emulated whole-bodied ghosts. The ghosts, I somehow understood, were the holy ones. They started filling the room and solidifying, like so many glittering ice sculptures. They each came to my bed in single file, knelt on the ground, and I fed them sacramental bread from under my blanket, one after the other. My daughter would leak altar wine from her mouth, all globbed and mixed with her spit, separating in strings and bubbles, dropping way down to where they were, as mother does to bird. That had to be wrong, I thought.

They all swam like seahorses out of my room through the window. She just stood, eyed me—she looked like she wanted to cut me. Like she was so fine to do that honor. So I fixed my fingers into the configuration of a gun. I thought it would scare her off, but she wouldn’t budge, she just stared deep. 

Pop, I went with my thumb. Silence, she wobbled then hit the ground. I heard glass shatter. I felt a huge wave had been lifted, like I had been trying to breathe underwater and now, there was icy oxygen. Clarity. The dream drifted. 

Here, awake, I wiped my greasy forehead and checked my hand, random sticks of minute hair here and there. Where had all the hair gone? There were slits up and down my forearms in cross formations, yellowed and peachy centers with crumbly blood tracing them. My lip ring was sore, inflamed. I pressed into my under eyes and they felt like petals filled with fluid. I rolled onto my side in bed and one empty bottle clinked into the next. I counted, there were six clear pints of Jack nested in the comforter, shards of glass refracting about. 

Had I driven to get these? I don’t remember. I looked to my nightstand stand and there was a vape, an exacto-knife, and clippers, all red in a dark brown pool, finger lines smeared through it. The clippers were on, splattering the gloop liquid. I couldn’t hear them through the box fan.

I leaned towards the floor and there was all my hair, lightly shifting upwards in the air and chained over my dumped-down lamp. To the right was a woman face down, her arm splayed, fingers soft over the base of the lamp. She wasn’t breathing. Wasn’t expanding and contracting like a breathing person would. I reached my foot to flip her head. 

I put on a black lace nightgown. Another crucifix necklace.

I lugged my daughter into the backseat of my car. I was soaked in blood. I drove around town barefoot. I didn’t know where to go. 

There was a Christian coffee shop on the corner of Thirteenth Street. I thought they maybe could help me. 

I entered and raised my arms receptively. Everyone stopped and stared. The cashier covered her mouth.

[rpking99]

Zone-TV New Emplyee

OPEN RP

"So.... this is fucking amazing." Zone-Tan of Zone-TV grumbled as she sat at her news desk, leaning against her own hand as she looked down at your job application. Her eyes glancing between the paper and your muse, flicking between the two every now and again, her tone... far from pleased.

Zone-TV was in need of new blood, and the dickheads up top demanded SHE be the one to select the new tallent. She had no idea why they thought that shit idea was the way to go, but she didn't care. What she cared about was how every fucking dingbat who came through this audition seemed to be a limpdick dumbass! Luckily, your muse was possibly the most impressed she'd been all day

"Okay bud, I'm gonna be honest with you." she spoke, not looking down from the papers "Your job is to dick down women on command.... unless you're a chick, then use fingers or some shit. Not be some 'super powerful awesome badass alpha all the girls bow down to', you're the dick needed for the videos. So... what do you bring to the table?" she asked, raising an eyebrow "And don't bring the super macho 'all the women love my mega hog' bullshit energy. I mean, do ya have tentacles? The stamina to handle multiple takes? Lots of weird kinks we can have fun with? Gotta give me something, Pal."

As she spoke, she extended her leg out. Letting her foot brush against your muses thigh as she smirked

"If you impress me, I might just make working for me worth your wild~." she winked "I've needed a new 'seat' for while I record videos, and your face is cute." she winked

[viewfromplanetx]

Samurai-ish movies and shows you might enjoy

Rick and Morty Samurai & Shogun - An homage to Lone Wolf and Cub, they reenact many of the iconic scenes from the movies with over the top blood spraying of course.

The Mandalorian - Lone Wolf and Cub a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Complete with floaty pram and “child”, armor, swords, and plenty of melee fights. No blood though, as it’s made by the feckless bellends at Disney.

Witcher Blood Origin - A familiar Samurai plot—seven estranged uh… strangers band together to fight corrupt and oppressive bullies. What makes this show truly enjoyable are the one-cut fight scenes. The camera never stops rolling—no jumpy quick-cutting. Although it has a handheld feel, it’s far from your ubiquitous shaky cam. You get to really appreciate the fight choreography blow-by-blow, attacks, blocks and dodges. You understand why the characters react the way they do and see their different styles. My only complaint is that Michelle Yeoh gets too little screen time.

Mad Max Fury Road -  Believe it or not, this is yet another story of seven outcasts who go up against a cretinous villain and his band of retards. They could’ve really shit the tub on this one, but it turned out perfect in my (ed: not so) humble opinion. It’s pure action with just enough reprieve to catch your breath and care about the characters. Charlize Theron as Furiosa, gotta love that name, kicks major ass and Tom Hardy plays the best Max ever. The fantastic and truly menacing vehicles are real and they use as many practical effects as they can. Kubrick was right, film is both entertainment and art. This movie is brilliantly both, so watch it more than once. The Black & Chrome edition is pretty damn cool.

Cowboy Bebop (live action version) - I like that it's close enough to the animated series without slavishly following the source material. What's Samurai-ish about it? Sword play, death and mayhem, clans, themes of honor and duty, hot chicks, and plenty of retards (ed: you need to stop using that term) yeah, but… (ed: yeah but nothing). However, quite unlike many Samurai flicks there's plenty of hilarious dialogue, such as

Jet: ...we’re gonna need Woodcock. 

Spike: I'm praying that’s a person. 

Extraction - A Chris Hemsworth showcase. He plays an angsty mercenary contracted to rescue the kidnapped nerdy son of a crime lord. Once again we have incredible one-cut fight scenes—long single shots that follow the action even through buildings and streets. So many retards eating shit in so many different ways. LoL

Extraction 2 - Starts right where the first one ended and it's even better.

Close (2019) - The amazing Noomi Rapace plays Sam, a former badass for hire turned unwilling nanny. Trouble ensues when she’s assigned to watch over Zoe, the spoiled brat of a corporate Überbetch. Things escalate quickly after Sam thwarts an attempt to kidnap Zoe and returns to her badassery. Expect the usual high-tensile steel action, things blowing up, blood, guts, hot chicks, and plenty of retards. Strong female characters always a plus.

ZVP - Zatoichi vs Predator. Enough said. Find it. Watch it.

Conan the Barbarian (1982) - Although it has plenty to attract Samurai movie fans, this flick was very much inspired by Japanese horror. There are creepy molesty spirits and hot lusty witches. The Snake Clan is all about possession. If you can get past the cheese ball characters with 80s hairdos (James Earl Jones has bangs) it's an enjoyable watch with plenty of action, minimal dialogue, hippy-dip retards, amazing landscapes, and pretty horses. One of Schwarzenegger's best roles. He actually worked with a Kendo master for the film. Costar Sandahl Bergman won multiple awards for her portrayal of Valeria, who is much more than just eye candy or love interest.

And… I’ve recently been told that the term “retard” is somehow derogatory of idiots, morons, and imbeciles. So, from now on I’ll be using the term "tard," which is French for "retard." Sorry for any confusion. Just think “retard” to yourself. I don’t want anyone to think I’m insensitive to the feelings of you tards, so even though you can't read (ed: pretty sure they can) feel free to assume that I sincerely apologize to anyone I’ve offended, if it makes you feel better. 

[velvethopewrites]

So this happened (@castideans-pie I read your tags):

Cas glances down at the man in his arms and smiles as he kisses the top of Dean’s head.

“Yes, Dean. Of course, I’m awake.”

Dean curls himself around him even tighter and rubs his cheek against Cas’s chest as though scenting him. Just like a cat. Castiel bites back a smirk as he considers comparing Dean to a cat. But he doesn’t feel like having an argument at this time of night and keeps his thoughts to himself.

“Uh, I ran into Mr Jenkins today, outside the hardware store.”

“Ah, and how is he and Mrs Jenkins doing? It’s been a while since we’ve seen them.”

“Fine, fine, I guess. He said she’s knitting up a storm right now to get ready for the colder weather. I told him you like the color orange. That was cool, right?”

Cas shakes his head, not understanding where this particular discussion is heading, but willing to go along with Dean as always. The Jenkins are their nearest neighbors - an elderly couple that have decided to adopt Dean and Castiel (and Jack, when he’s visiting). They are always trying to help Dean with his work on their house or with Castiel in the kitchen (mostly Mrs Jenkins helps Cas with perfecting his feeble attempts at pie). They are nice people, Cas thinks. Warm and very giving of their time. He knows they never had children of their own and he knows they consider Dean and Cas to be the sons they never had.

Dean breathes softly against him, sighing gently. “Anyway, Mr Jenkins gave me some pumpkin seeds for the garden. Remind me to take them out of my jeans pocket before we do laundry, okay? I’d love to grow some pumpkins just in time for Halloween. You’d probably be one hell of a carver, huh? What with your talent with the angel blade and all. I bet you could carve something really badass.”

Cas is momentarily confused until he remembers the human tradition of carving pumpkins for Samhain. Jack-o-Lanterns.

“You also have a way with blades, Dean. You could carve something equally badass. I think Jack might like such an activity. We should remember to invite him.”

“Yeah,” Dean says sleepily, still nuzzling against him. “We got time though, gotta grow them first.”

Castiel feels a surge of love flow through him suddenly. This. This was what he dared to hope for when he came back from the Empty. When he saw the look in Dean’s eyes the first time after his confession - him and Dean as one. The two of them having time - time to plan, time to grow things, time to just be together.

It had taken them forever to get to this point but he knew he wouldn’t change a thing if it meant they’d always wind up here. Well, perhaps he’d die less often, that might be nice. Castiel holds back a chuckle, not wanting to break the sleepy silence that has fallen over them. Dean would scoff and call his thoughts too domestic and chick-flick-y, if he could hear them. But Castiel knows that the hunter also dreamed of such a life, deep, deep in his heart, and that fact still has the power to astound the angel whenever he thinks about it.

Nothing in all of his father’s creation could hold a candle to what it means for Castiel to be holding Dean. Stable and at peace in their warm and comfortable bed which rests in their solid and remarkably normal house, just living their lives, finally, together.

Dean smiles sleepily up at him as his eyes flutter closed and Castiel holds his love tight and whispers a soft prayer in Enochian to guard Dean as he sleeps.

Yes. Pumpkin carving in the autumn with Jack. It sounded like a plan. A plan Castiel knows that they’ll keep.

Dean, whispering to the Angel in bed beside him who literally cannot sleep: Cas. You awake?

[greenfleeze]

Marguerite was prime skank material and this scene was one of the best in Ever After.😂👊🏽

[bi-bard]

Supernatural Masterlist (Pt. 2)

All imagines written for Supernatural so far. This does not include the OCs that I have made for this show. You can find those by clicking here!

**Had to be two parts due to a very stupid Tumblr glitch**

Navigation Guide

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Dean Winchester:

You Are Both Idiots

Tunnel Vision

Movie Night

Family

I’m Sorry in Advance for That Shit

Acceptance (Part 2: Bargaining)

Dean Winchester: The Ultimate Killer

I’m a Bunch of Broken Pieces; It Was You Who Made Me Whole

I Don’t Know How to Fix This

Better Than This

Isolation

Raise Hell

He’s Candy-Coated Misery

This Isn’t Goodbye, this is Simply See You Later [Part 2]

Garth Fitzgerald IV:

Uncle Garth

Jack Kline:

Helpful

Powerless

The Weirdest Sitcom

Bad Advice

Protection

Cut Me Down, but it’s You Who’ll Have Further to Fall

Thought We Built a Dynasty That Heaven Couldn’t Shake

Clueless

Good Job

Badass Duo

Time to Catch Up

Bad Jokes

Nice to Meet You

The French Mistake (Part 2)

New Friends

Familiar Faces ^ (Legends of Tomorrow Crossover)

Risk It All (Part 1 to “Fighting” - Check Sam Winchester List)

Hunting Practice

I Don’t Want to, But I Love You

Kelly Kline:

Last Wish

Rowena MacLeod:

Don’t Hate Me

Trustworthy

Sam Winchester:

I’m Right Here

Warning

Castiel, (Y/n), and the Humans That Saved Them

Chick Flick Moments

Scars

Life On Stage

Motive Through Emotion, Damaged but We’re Golden

Rowena Said That It Was An Accident

Someone Else

Unconditional

The Disconnect

Fighting (Part 2 to “Risk It All” - Check Jack Kline List)

Goodnight

Are You Gonna Hurt, You Gonna Work, You Gonna Last Forever?

Speak Now

Paper Rings

Winchester Brothers:

Careful

Picture Perfect

Vessel

Hero

You Knew Her

Exhaustion

Be Our Guest

Never

Team Free Will (2.0):

They Say She’s Gone Too Far This Time

Holy Crap

Not a Child

Memories

The One Thing More Important Than God

Milkshakes

New Heroes, Old Enemies

Faith

Absolute Dumbasses

Pranks

Multiple Characters (no specific group names):

Compassion (Cas, Crowley, Rowena, Jack)

Maybe I Got Mine, But You’ll All Get Yours (Villains)

Preferences:

Team Free Will 2.0:

hope ur okay (song preference)

Cruel Summer (song preference)

You’re a Brilliant Painter

Red (song preference)

Bird Set Free (song preference)

Monster (song preference)

Public Displays of Affection

First Kiss

Cuddling

Singing in the Shower

Alone (song preference)

Crooked Teeth (song preference)

Mornings with Team Free Will 2.0

First 'I Love You'