#thesniperwithbite

[ohdeargodnotyouagain]

Decided to do this with me. 

[theimpossibleeccentric]

+thesniperwithbite

No. Tell Jim that if he wants to play I'll play but I won't spend time with any underlings. 

[evan-wheeler]

My Tumblr Crushes:

thewitchofdarkness (8%)

claudiaindarkness (6%)

thebigbadspike (5%)

thesniperwithbite (5%)

sugared-satyr (5%)

deadlyxdelights (4%)

brb-being-brazilian (4%)

appleheadmichael (3%)

marius-de-romanus (3%)

yiiisss!!! FOLLOW THEM ALLLL

[madisonwhittemore]

Closed ||

Madison slammed her car door shut, agitated, and dropped her keys into her purse. Plan 'come back to Beacon Hills' was not going as smoothly as she had hoped it would. She turned, intent on stalking away, and noticed someone blatantly watching her. She stopped, narrowing her eyes defensively "Do you need something?" She quipped.

[imnotgoingtolietoyou]

"Are you from the agency?"

[prettygrimmfairytales]

"I'll protect you this time." (Because hi :3

Send “I’ll Protect you this time” if your your Muse would protect mine in a fight or battle, for my Muse’s reaction..

"You swear?"

[the-silent-princess]

thesniperwithbite 

gracelestrade 

     "Sorry, can you...can you please get out of my doorway."                     "It's kinda weird."

[leighwinchester-post-limit]

thesniperwithbite

"Um... and your in my house why?".

[ohdeargodnotyouagain]

Kiddies

(It’s flipping adorable and how dare you *hugs*

[Text: Mr. Roshack] Well, she found a picture in a book, well, Robby showed her it. Oooh no, don’t look at me. Your picture, not mine, love. <3+MC

((I DARE *Hugs*)) [Text: Mrs. Roshack] Robby. Should have murdered him while I had the chance and hid the body. Why does a seventeen year old have a boyfriend. I didn't have a boyfriend until I was almost four billion. Seriously. Least gimme an idea. </3 T^T -R

[earnedthestripes]

+ thesniperwithbite

"Oh ,my- you must be the Boss secret friend, aren't you? I don't think we have ever been introduced."

"I have heard truly flattering things about you, though."

[johnwwwatson]

+thesniperwithbite

"Sorry, did you say you were a friend of Sherlock's? I don't recall you."

[animus3pointo]

thesniperwithbite is synchronize to the Cloud

»Searching

»Unknown User Found

»Initiating Lockdown Procedures

»State name

[sicariusinferni-blog]

thesniperwithbite started following you

"Now... aren't you an interesting creature?"

[theghostassassin-archive]

+1

thesniperwithbite

"Who sent you?"

[ask-john-the-army-doctor]

+ 5 came to see the army doctor

thebrokenholmes

parcelblanche

sherlockholmes-world

thesniperwithbite

gentlemen-league

"Can I help you?"

[brokensoldiers]

thesniperwithbite:

"A spirit you can only see while drunk?" Cross chuckled quietly. "Sounds like an…interesting case, to say the least." She noted with a small smile, sitting across from the other, attempting to look as natural as she could. It was hard. This particular hunter had killed a whole nest of her kind. Naturally, she was on edge.

Cross bit back a laugh at his rather ironic choice of words. “I would certainly hope not, I’d hate to have to break out the dead man’s blood.” She watched him on the computer for a bit, before pulling out her book, doing some more research on the lamia they were hunting.

"We’ll have our work cut out for us, enhanced strength and speed, claws, and we need to get close enough to stab it." She scowled, this was going to be difficult.

Cross glanced up at the other hunter, thinking. Of course, she had heard of the Winchesters before. If worse turned to worse and Dean found out what she was, well, it wouldn’t be pretty. For either of them.

"You seem wary of me, Winchester." She remarked, turning a page but not really focusing on what it read. "Are you just hesitant of other hunters? Or have I done something specific?" It would be good to see if he had noticed anything about her yet, so she could be more cautious in the future. She would have to toe the line with this hunter.

          "Awesome,"                     Dean mumbles at her description of the lamia. He briefly wonders if                     melting the dagger into bullets would change their effectiveness, but he                     has no one to confirm and no second chance to get it right.

     I wish Bobby or Sam were here, Dean sighs to himself, Or Kevin.

He shakes his head slightly and tries to move on from that string of thoughts. The pain of losing Kevin was still fresh in his mind, and he'd rather not dwell on it for too long.

Well, he may not be able to melt it into bullets, but that didn't rule out throwing the damn thing. He considered himself to be a decent knife-thrower -- although, of course, with a super-fast super-strong nightmare from hell, there's no way he could trust himself to make his target.

Unless they find a way to get it completely still... with a decoy, perhaps? But what decoy?

          "Hey,"                     He mentions to the hunter,                                "Your book happen to say anything about its weaknesses? Or what                                 kinds of things its attracted to? If we can move its attention                                 elsewhere for a moment it might make ganking it a hell of a lot                                 easier."

He turns his attention back to his laptop, one of the top results catching his eye. Her Lady of Sorrows Basilica? That sounds... interesting...

Dean shifts slightly at Cross's mention of his distrust. He leans back into his chair and moves his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, remaining silent for a moment.

Well, yeah. He doesn't trust her. Randomly, they both happen to end up in the same town hunting the same thing, and just when Dean feels ready to give up, she comes prancing into his door with all the knowledge in the world. Of course, he has heard of Cross before... probably the same way that she knows about Dean -- word travels in the hunting community. But still, especially considering that they've never officially met before, it all seems a bit too planned.

Plus, he's never had much luck with people with British accents. Not that that means anything in this situation, but after Bela and Crowley? Hey, you never know.

That's what he wants to say, but he refrains.

          "It's nothing personal,"                     He gives a quick smile in an attempt to cement his words,                               "It takes a lot to earn my trust. And plus... well, you know us hunters,                                 we're all a bunch of fucking psychopaths. Best to be cautious."

He gives another quick smile, then turns back to the Our Lady of Sorrows webpage.

          "Hey... what about this,"                     He mumbles after scrolling through for a few moments. He turns the                     laptop around so Cross can see the website.                               "Our Lady of Sorrows Basilica, just a few minutes from here.                                 Visiting hours from 9-4:30, and the priest says he'll bless an object                                 for a non-Catholic under 'grave circumstances'..."

He bites the inside of his mouth and looks back up at Cross.

          "Think this lamia counts as a 'grave circumstance'?"