hellcures

[hellcures]

this is me coming here and acknowledging that revamp is taking longer than expected and that regardless, i miss y’all terribly.  that’s it,  that’s the mic drop.  ♡ lana is now over at @inpavidvs.

#i love y'all #life's just busy rn but to anyone who's still around #like my dear lou and marci #i love chu #and i'm never really gone ;) #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 °。psa. )

[hellcures]

𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄, without any strings from a tragic past  —  no second-guessing eachother’s words, no reading between lines, just a  true friendship  accidentally born out of circumstance.  𝑎 𝘩𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒, almost sounded like the first line of a bad joke, a situation doomed to end in  misery  —  and yet, it  worked.  at least, most of the time, considering the early primal strain between them of  to kill or be killed  had shifted, but never really disappeared, instead taking the form of banter, teasing, and even a certain degree of  sexual tension.  a slip here and there, but admittedly  no more,  as it was already a miracle they were anything more than provisional allies, them ever crossing the platonic line only promising  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬  and havoc they could maybe never come back from.  being another notch on damon’s belt was the best way she could think of to ruin what they had, and there was nothing lana wouldn’t do to  protect  their lucky connection.

however, apparently, she’d got ahead of herself, too caught up in her own cheery babbling to foresee damon cutting her off out of  nowhere.  𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄.  leaves her cold, paralyzed, confused being an  understatement.  had she said anything wrong,  or worse, had he changed his mind about her?  decided she was just another hunter and obviating that tag  wasn’t worth it anymore?  ❛ i don’t need anyone filling in  any  role, damon, and even if i did, i doubt anyone  could  be your understudy  —  where’s this coming from? ❜  lana was clearly at a loss, even more so as he piled one jarring statement after the other, at least up until a more revealing hint regarding his feelings was thrown her way  —  he felt she was manipulating him somehow?  finally pieces were beginning to fit together, further questions flowing out of her mouth in response, before he up and left her with the gigantic question mark hanging over her head.  ❛ wait, what?  what feelings, and how  am i playing with them exactly? i’m not katherine, damon, and i don’t intend to be, so just  —  talk to me  instead of bailing out. ❜  the echo of her own words unlocked a possibility in her head, the last time they’d been at a  fight-or-flight  emotional crossroads like this one resurfacing from the dark spot in her mind she’d buried it in.  tone much softer, considerate, and very careful not to pour salt in a potential wound.  ❛ is this about  the kiss?  ‘cause i thought we’d agreed to forget about that. ❜ 

@hellcures sent [ tulip ]: one of our muses is in love with the other, and it’s completely unrequited. (ANGST MEME: FLOWERS. accepting ! )

     IT SEEMS HE’S DOOMED TO REPEAT THE SAME FATE, more or less. to be in love with someone who doesn’t feel the same way. he’s used to it. it’s not a new wound; it’s an old one, being reopened again. & somehow, these hurt the most. but he can’t blame her. the heart doesn’t choose who to love, & if her heart didn’t choose him, it’s for the better. it really is. he can’t see one good reason why she’d be with him, when he’s the very same thing she hunts. he’d hurt her, sooner or later.  (  he already had ).  so he can’t blame her for not loving him, but he can blame her for making believe that she does. for giving him hope, only to take it away the next minute. he can’t do it anymore. he can’t pretend that he’s okay with them being friends  ─ & she reminds him ever so often that that’s all they are.  she did it now, again, after just saying something that made his heart flutter. but of course. it was all friendly.  

❛ ──── I DON’T THINK WE SHOULD SEE EACH OTHER anymore.  ❜  he says out of a sudden, interrupting her, completely out of context.  ❛ at least for a while. i’m sure stefan will fill in the friend role just fine.  ❜ he gets up, giving her a tacit look.  ❛ come find me when you decide to stop playing with my feelings.  ❜

#nonhero #she's so scared of hurting him i can't #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫 °。tvd verse. ) #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 °。queue. )

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puresthearted​  /  𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙰 𝙶.

''     you   don't   trust   me,   do   you?     ''     /     lana collins,     @hellcures​  !

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭   𝐢𝐬   𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝.      i   can’t   just   magically   hand   it   over.     doppelganger   remains   calm,     eyes   half   closed   as   she   takes   in   the   words   of   the   other   woman.     situation   is   complicated,     human   girl   doesn’t   know   who   to   TRUST   anymore,     who   to   talk   to,     who   to   run   to.     humans,     vampires,     witches   playing   two   sides     —-     she   can’t   keep   up   anymore.     death   is   upon   mystic   falls,     little   wars   here   and   there,     human   kind   is   losing   and   she’s   terrified.     ‘’     you   know   her.     used   to   be   friends   with   her.     of   course   i   don’t   trust   you.     ’’     words   escapes   fleshed   lips,     doe   eyes   filled   with   pain   watching   the   woman,     but   elena   tries   her   best   to   hide   it   from   her.     SHOW   NO   EMOTION,     FOR   THAT   IS   WEAKNESS.     and   the   last   thing   elena   wants   is   to   let   katherine   think   she’s   weak.     ‘’     she   destroyed   my   life,     and   she   will   keep   doing   so   as   long   as   she’s   a l i v e.     things   have   to   CHANGE   and   you   know   this.     if   you   want   my   trust,     fine     —-     you’ll   get   it.     but   before   that,     i   need   to   K N O W   what   side   you’re   on.     ’’

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑'𝐒 tough yet predictable answer to her almost rhetorical question.  sure, lana could fight her on the details, point out their inaccuracies  —  it was katherine who sought her out, not the other way around  ;  when said friendship brewed, it was under relevant misinformation and sweet, little white lies . . . but it wouldn’t change a thing.  in elena’s eyes, the hunter was not to be trusted, and  rightfully so.  from what she’d gathered along her short stay, katherine had spitefully given her plenty of reasons to immediately write anyone affiliated with her off and call it a good day.

but that wasn’t her style, she was more  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞  than that,  tended to see the good in people,  a trait she’d be surprised to find they share  —  if that weren’t true, the brunette would’ve likely not fallen for the vampire’s sob story and avoided herself all this trouble.  all she seemed to need, was some  time  which was a relief, as she truly couldn’t afford to be passive-aggressive or bickering the second they had to work together.  getting along was a much easier path to follow.  ❛ fair enough.  but, honestly speaking, i think katherine’s got bigger fish to fry at the moment that don’t necessarily concern you, elena. ❜  working alongside her, one thing had always been crystal clear to her  —  her utter desperation and  growing impatience  to free herself from klaus’ grasp.  making sure that wish became reality was the top priority on her list, hence turning elena’s life in a living hell out of bitterness falling to at least second place.

everything was going fairly well until she brought up the  taking sides  aspect of this all.  so much talk about teams, when they all really had the same goal  —  personal differences aside, lana couldn’t entirely wrap her head around them dividing and warring with eachother against the same enemy.  perhaps it had something to do with the fact she was still undecided on which party had the purest of intentions  —  katherine’s buried grief and urge for vengeance for her family  ( which lana could perfectly relate to ), or the brothers’ fear and refusal of an evil of this magnitude walking this earth.  ❛ i’m on the side of saving innocent people and wiping out the bad guys, elena.  always have been, always will be, and that’s the main reason why i got involved in this mess to begin with.  you don’t wanna trust me yet, that’s fine  —  but i  am  telling the truth, and all i ask is to be in the know about what’s going on in order to make  informed decisions  that’ll keep me from putting my own life on the line for  nothing.  i won’t go out into the battlefield blindfolded, not for  katherine,  and also not for  you. ❜

#puresthearted #listen these two freeing humans from vampire compulsion and mf in general #makes me soft #BUT trust is indeed a process #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫 °。tvd verse. )

[hellcures]

𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐄 in her claim, and lana was fairly confident he knew that just by how  tense  his figure got.  ever since he’d come into the bunker, he’d been distant, on the  defensive  —  a tactic that he probably kept high on his list of acquired coping mechanisms.  after all, the brunette remembered all too well the strong temptation to put up skyscraper walls all around you to shield yourself from getting hurt, specially when you’re  most vulnerable.  ben hadn’t had a home ever since lisa was alive, and so moving in might be triggering some difficult emotions in him, emotions that, despite ultimately only being  his  to handle, weren’t unique to his own experience, nor alien to external  support.

that simple confession was enough for lana to show him an affectionate grin, arms still crossed against his doorframe, as she sensed in their lingering silence there was still more to be said  —  hazel hues wandered around the space shortly, finding his stuff already filling up the table, the halfway open closet, even the  walls,  and almost as if their thoughts were in perfect sync, he proved her previous hunch right.  it almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself of something, to which lana simply nodded and agreed  —  if he had a realization to reach, he’d ideally do it in his own schedule, and not because someone pressured him to, least of all  her.  shoulder pushed her upper body off the doorframe, feet stepping inside the room.  ❛ right,  you can stay as long as you want, ben, no need to explain. ❜  her head then pointed at the bundle of scattered files he had layed out on the desk, a subject she thought she might prove to be more  useful  to him for.  ❛ what do y’got there? ❜

@hellcures​  ,    sam meme

“I’m telling you, It’s just better with you around.” / auntie!lana FEELS

jaw clenches slightly,  but admittedly,  the words send a wave of calm over the youngest braeden.     since his arrival in the bunker,  there was a part of him that felt like he was inconveniencing the winchesters and lana.     they already established themselves here,  home to the hunters,  and he can tell that they are their own little family long before ben found them.     and ben has been a pain in the ass lately;  like a bitter teenager lashing out on the people who is the least deserving of it.

“i appreciate it,”     ben admits,  albeit within a soft whisper.     as if any louder,  the others will hear,  and drastically shift their dynamic.     it’s strange,  as ben stands in his room inside the bunker and lana by the door,  it feels like he’s back at a home that he can permanently stay in.     with a poster of one of ben’s favorite band,  and his case files spilled out on the nearby desk,  and the sheets in its usual mess because ben never makes his bed   –   it’s all his.     “this isn’t permanent,”    ben cuts in quickly,  ruining the moment as he always does.       “i just needed a place to crash for a bit,  that’s all.”

#lostbraeden #lana be like: say what you need to say ben #i love you anyways let's hunt #and i Love It #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 °。verse. )

[hellcures]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  —  full disclosure about the thoughts lurking in the darkest corners of her mind.  she’d done enough  grief talk  to last a lifetime back in kansas, nothing but a teenager with her biggest secret out there for the world to see.  local family survived by her 4-year-old daughter in brutal murder still under police investigation.  that headline had followed her around for years,  in a way it still did,  its suffocating weight carried by her hopeful yet cracked heart as she tried to find the way to make them proud, be caring, intelligent, hardworking, eager to help others,  patient.  trustful  that everything happened for a reason, and that someday, she’d get to be perceived as something other than the girl who lost her parents.  somedays, when the pressure she put upon herself was too much to take, she looked around and wondered if that persona was really so bad.  then she’d call it a day, because there was no way she could go back to the innocence of simpler times now, and that  mantra  put her to sleep.   breathe, eat, sleep, wake up, and do it all over again until one day it’s just not as hard anymore.  

now, cielo could keep it in the backdrop of her mind, too.  the brunette embraced her friend’s gesture, allowing her mind to go blank instead of second-guessing whether she’d made a mistake by oversharing or not.  she was sick of second-guessing.  eyelids closed at the warmth of the angel’s kiss on her cheek, soaking up that much-needed comfort, which her words didn’t quite manage to provide.  she’d learnt a long time ago not to take heart in promises that couldn’t be kept, even if they were made in good intention.  but hey, who knew, maybe this one would stand the test of time.  just maybe.  head turned to her friend’s sweet features, hazel hues fixing upon her ocean ones solemnly.  ❛ i really hope you’re right. ❜  genuine true statement, that’d ultimately lead to a change of subject that wouldn’t make them run for a pack of kleenex.  ❛ anyway, don’t let me steal your thunder, how’d things go with the boys? ❜

“ breathe, eat, sleep, wake up, and do it all over again until one day it’s just not as hard anymore. ”

CIELO  KNEW  THAT  LANA  WAS  STRUGGLING  WITHOUT  HER  EVEN  SAYING  IT.  It was one of the many perks of having angel blood coursing through her veins, but she’d never let Lana know. Instead, just choosing to wait until the female was ready to open up about it in her own time. The cupid had only been with the group for a short period of time after being initially introduced by Castiel but in that short timeframe, she’d come to learn what having a proper mundane family felt like. So hearing Lana talk about losing her parents, seeing how hurt she was over it still, broke her heart. Especially when she knew that Lana’s parents were in the afterlife, missing her too  —  and that was the part of the reason she was now on earth. Extending an arm to wrap around her companion, she gently pulled her closer in a comforting manner, pressing a kiss to her temple.  “ I promise you, it’s going to get a lot easier. Trust me on that. ”

TVD SENTENCE STARTERS :   @hellcures​.

#cupaeds #i love them so much #lana luvs her angel #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 °。verse. ) #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 °。queue. )

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experimcnts​  /  𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙽𝙰 𝙼.

       A  forced  smile,  as  Rowena  follows  along,  not  trusting  this  situation,  and  the  woman,  a  single  bit.  If  anything,  it  had  felt  like  she  was  walking  into  some  sort  of  a  trap.  It’s  not  the  first  time  someone  had  tried  to  capture  her  in  order  to  do  their  bidding,  but  Rowena  doesn’t  work  that  way.  It’s  either  an  agreement  which  leads  both  parties  to  a  good  outcome,  or  no  agreement  at  all.  “ You’re  too  kind. ”  Dry  words,  lacking  any  emotion,  a  quick  sneer  tugging  her  lips,  the  witch  goes  into  the  cafe,  the  warmth  of  the  place  feeling  wonderful  against  her  chilled  skin.  A  free  booth  quickly  located,  she  slides  into  a  seat  after  shucking  her  coat.  “ Now,  tell  me  exactly  what  you  want.  The  more  detail  the  better  the  chances  you  have  to  convince  me. ” 

𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 rowena’s effortless sarcasm, yet not  distracted  by it  —  the witch was not to be underestimated, but approached with  caution,  as her drive and ambition normally went hand in hand with her overly  arrogant,  self-serving ways.  it was like walking a tightrope, teaming up with her, but right now, it was her best shot at fixing the mess she made, and lana wouldn’t take  no  for an answer.  the brunette followed closely behind her companion, taking the seat across her in the free booth.  she’d first intended to order their drinks before getting down to business, but the hunter had no issue complying with her clear desire to skip past the  formalities.  

❛ i’ll cut to the chase then.  as you may have gathered from your last  encounter  with dean winchester a couple weeks ago, the mark has considerably boosted his abilities, made him a tougher adversary that not even  you  can take on.  but that comes at a high  price, and as much as he’d rather die than openly admit it, i don’t think he can take it much longer. ❜  the urge to  kill,  to  release  and respond to the mark’s wicked nature  —  either it’d end him, or innocent people, and neither of those options was acceptable by any means in her book.  leaning forward into the table, hazel hues stared right ahead into rowena’s eyes, believing she was about to capture her attention.  

❛ you don’t like being at a disadvantage, i don’t like the side effects this mark is burdening him with  —  i thought it might be a win-win situation if we joined forces towards a solution. ❜  right hand slides into the small of her back, fingers laced around the handle of her family legacy’s blade as she set it between them on the table.  ❛ don’t get too excited  —  if you know what this weapon is, which i presume you do, you are  a) aware i’m the only person on the planet who can use it, and b), rightfully doubtful as for this counting as a  solution,  since it might as well kill me before i neutralize the mark of cain’s energy.  and that’s where you come in  —  if you can find a way to enhance this blade so that it has enough power to go on in order to finish the job without running out of gas and draining me along with it, i’m confident i can turn dean back to nothing but a run-of-the-mill human again.  it’s a tricky balance, considering it works both through my blood and the earthly magic of a new moon, but  —  i know you love a good  challenge. ❜  eyebrows slightly lift, head tilting to the side in curiosity for her reaction to the outlines of lana’s proposal.  ❛ how’s it sound so far?  convincing? ❜

#experimcnts #oOP the badass energy these two are bound to exude #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬 °。verse. )

[hellcures]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐌, hazel hues finding her roommate to be the bearer of  outstanding  news.  her expression lit up fittingly to the other’s glee, feet coming up to her best friend’s petite figure for a quick hug.  ❛ oh my god, that’s amazing! ❜  wide grin spread out across her lips, dimples sculpted on her check as she wrapped her arms around her, as the evolution she’d witnessed in the prophet filled her heart with  pride.  everything was starting to fall into place for her here in new york, and while lana couldn’t say the same for herself yet, there was nothing she would’ve loved more than this very moment of rebirth. considering all she’d gone through last year had almost led her to give up hope on getting even a  resemblance  of her old life back, she’d say a job at the city’s most emblematic newspaper was an incredibly welcomed  turn of events.  eventually she pulled away, and so their gazes met, lana’s response to her pretty much rethorical question being a hard  𝐍𝐎.  ❛ absolutely not, no.  there’s a time and a place for flannel, which you know i really appreciate, but there’s also a time and place for a woman’s suit, and this? interview at the new york times?  categorizes as the  latter.  question is, do you already have one cut out for the job or shall we go out  shopping  for it? ❜

                                              @hellcures​        🞯        𝚂𝙲  .

❛  𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄  New  York  Times!  ❜    excitement  bubbled  all  over  from  her  voice,  fingers  unable  to  stop  dancing  in  the  air,  standing  on  her  tiptoes  &  heels  (  up  &  down,  up  &  down  ).  OF  COURSE  Lana  was  the  first  one  to  receive  the  news.  She  helped  Angie  settle  in  the  bunker  &,  now,  in  this  new  life.  To  her,  a  job  in  a  newspaper  –  &  for  such  a  renowned,  prestigious  one  such  as  The  Times  –  was  actually  a  blast  from  the  past,  a  DREAM  COME  TRUE,  &  going  back  to  somewhat  normality.  Her  life  before  being  a  prophet…  It  was  exciting  &  scaring  in  equal  parts.    ❛  Can’t  go  to  that  in  flannel,  can  I?  ❜

#prophetduty #i love them #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬 °。verse. )

[hellcures]

scoutbrit​  /  𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙳.

ONE  STEP  AT  A  TIME.  and  all  of  a  sudden,  former  man  of  letters  found  himself  silenced,  choosing  instead  to  stare  out  of  the  window  as  the  other  drove.  so,  trying  to  actually  look  competent  had  actually  had  the  adverse  effect…  in  the  sense  of  making  him  look  way,  way  too  eager,  which  was…  apparently,  bad?  shit.  he  knew  nothing.  he  knew  nothing    ——–    what  was  he  doing,  going  on  a  bloody  hunt,  anyway?  he  wasn’t  nearly  much  of  a  hunter!  he  was…  a  nerd  with  money,  and  these  days,  he  didn’t  even  have  the  latter.

and  yet,  no  sooner  than  it  started,  did  it  inevitably  end,  male  surprised  as  the  hunter  offered  music.  hadn’t  bothered  to  pick  up  a  podcast  in  his  panic.  or  maybe,  subconsciously,  made  the  effort  not  to,  for  fear  of  bothering  lana  once  again  (  dean  hadn’t  seemed  to  appreciate  it  years  before,  after  all  ).  music.  huh.

“  yeah    ——–    yeah,  alright.  ”  was  almost  curious  to  know,  what  music  sounded  like  these  days.  so  much  to  catch  up  on  from  the  last  two  years,  he  thought.  had  never  even  had  much  in  the  way  of  time  to  stop  and  listen  to  music,  before.  work,  always  so  busy…  he  thrived  in  that  environment,  he  thought.  always  working,  keeping  himself  occupied.  but…  little  opportunity  to  stop  and  smell  the  roses.  if  he  was  being  honest  with  himself?  previous  life  had  been  a  wasted  one…  and  full  of  regret  to  boot.  this  time  would  be  different.  this  time.

“  …  so,  go  on,  then    ——–    what’ve  y’got?  ”

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊, 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 she didn’t think far enough ahead as for  what kind of music  to play.  usually, she’d just turn on the radio and find the most alternative or old-school station on it, but she could do  better than that  —  and when mick asked what she had laying around, it was the scattered variety of cd’s in her glove compartment that appeared in her thoughts, a fine representation of her musical taste collected over the years.  with her hands still gripping tight on the steering wheel and gaze looking ahead, the hunter tried to accurately recall what the components to her cd collection were exactly.  ❛ i got sarah mclachlan’s  fallen,  take that’s  beautiful world, mandy moore’s  wild hope  —  ❜  the brunette quickly shoots him a look, a warning she deems necessary after realizing what that must sound like, feeling his respect for her might be crashing down by the  second  due to her early 20′s guilty pleasure disc.  ❛ don’t judge, and then a bunch of greatest hits  —  the killers, alanis morissette, 3 doors down, the goo goo dolls . . . pick what you like. ❜  a few more white lines fleetingly passed by their side, right hand freed to reach over to open up the compartment before mick.  shortly thereafter, a slight rummaging sound followed, as her passenger went over their possibilities.   fleetingly amused smile tugged at the driver’s lips, the idea of mick likely being a victim to dean’s outrage at so much as a  suggestion  for anyone else besides him picking the tunes in his impala crossing her mind.  this must be nicer, right?  ❛ quite a change from dean’s mixtape collection, huh? ❜

#scoutbrit #we love an early 2000s sucker #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 °。verse. )

[hellcures]

tobeblamed​  /  𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚆.

   head shakes lightly, as if the only thoughts he allows to clog up his mind are his own.  he’s not handling it so well, because a big part of him feels like he’s FAILED.  he certainly has in his father’s eyes.  he was responsible for his little brother, after all, and he ran away on him.  he can’t understand why, can’t see the reasoning behind lana’s words, because deep down, he wants to hear it coming from sam and not anyone else’s speculations.  dismissing her words, dean inquires instead,        ‘   did he say anything t’ you?  ’       emeralds stare back, eagerly  awaiting for an answer.     ‘  i mean, did he ever talk to you about… leaving?  ’

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 not stopping to bask in the meaning behind her point.  after all, who was  she  to preach on coping mechanisms?  lana was only now regaining some perspective, and she didn’t see an end to that heavy feeling looming inside her chest anytime soon.  the same kind of horrible  weight  she felt when her parents passed away.  as long as she was concerned, dean was entitled to as much  anger  or  denial  as he desired, considering it was one of the few luxuries his abrupt departure had failed to take from him.  at his inquiry, a breath exits her nostrils, solemn hazel hues raising to meet his  anguished  emeralds once more.   ❛ about wanting to get away, yeah.  i knew for a long time before this happened that his dream wasn’t to follow in your dad’s footsteps, that he wanted more, and  —  i’d be lying if i sat here and i told you i didn’t support him in that when he told me he’d applied for stanford, because what kind of a friend would i have been otherwise? ❜  a  selfish  one, that is, specially as deep down she was convinced there wouldn’t be a place for her in his  new and improved  cookie-cutter life anymore.   ❛ but  no,  i did not know about his plans to leave, and to be honest, i never in a million years thought he’d handle it the way he did.  then again, i’m sure he had his reasons, we just  —  weren’t given the privilege to know what those were. ❜  small pause, as her statement had evoked a disheartening sense of powerlessness she felt the need to recompose herself from    —  and yet, lana believed  good intentions  were still worthy of being brought to the table, even amidst all their mutual grief.  ❛ i can safely bet  hurting  us wasn’t among them, though. ❜  

#tobeblamed #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 °。verse. ) #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 °。queue. )

[hellcures]

pyresque​  /  𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙰 𝚆.

                    for a reason she didn’t understand, she felt out of place around these people. something told her that she didn’t belong here, but she had no evidence or any real reason to believe that. she had no memory of who she was or where she grew up, or who taught her to speak, walk, or anything else. and the only lead she had to figuring those things out was tracking down her brothers. she had no way of knowing if they even truly existed, but a small voice in the back of her mind whispered that they were out there somewhere. she couldn’t blame the skepticism radiating from the other however, for she could imagine how strange this situation would be to deal with. and what she was about to say would only make it worse, surely.  ‘ oh, i’m sorry. i’m mila. mila winchester. their younger sister?  ’  her last words were framed as a question, as she’d lost her confidence in the middle of her response. she sounded crazy, didn’t she?  and what proof did she have?  nothing but the conviction in her own brain. 

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀.  didn’t ring any bells, but it was a good enough  place to start  digging.  her poise in the face of the situation was short-lived, though, as the stranger claimed  winchester  to be her  surname,  which admittedly threw lana off.  big time.  one could even say such a bold and  ridiculous  statement considering her in-depth knowledge of that family’s history bought  mila  a first-class ticket to her ugly, unfriendly side real quick.  eyebrows slightly raised in great stun, eyes widening at the brunette before her, trying to come up with a reasonable next step, as something inside her kept her from writing her off just yet.  she ended up choosing to grab her by the arm and bring her into a much less busy corner of the street, grasp tight as she finally replied to the woman’s brazen announcement.  ❛ nice try, but you’re gonna have to do  a lot  better than that in order to trick me into telling you a  damn thing.  now, who sent you here?  demons?  lilith? ❜

#pyresque #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 °。verse. )

[hellcures]

❛ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 and, say . . . more than  ten minutes? ❜  eyebrows raised at her friend, head turning to his endless back-and-forth, hazel hues wide open in slight irritation.  it didn’t happen that often, but when dean got all hyper, it was a  ride  sharing a closed space with him, alright.  specially as you tried to catch the case’s big break, considering up to now all they were sitting on a big pile of  nada.  perhaps that was a contributing factor to her friend’s inability to stand still, she thought.  up until he reached out for a day-old granola bar and  finally  sat down.  a mix of a sigh and a chuckle  —  of course he was hangry.  focusing back on her laptop, she shared her circumstancial findings, ❛ pretty slow.  i think i got a timeline for the disappearings that dates back to the 60′s, according to which people in this town go missing every 34 years.  it fits our missing lawyer, but none of the other victims were ever found, nor did they go missing in the same place, so  —  maybe we should try and go to the sheriff’s department, get our hands on some files and see if we can find a pattern, get in touch with any family members from past cases.  y’got any other ideas? ❜

@hellcures​​   ,   starter call.

‘ How long does it take to get a damn cheeseburger? ’  he’s pacing around the room , hunger gnawing at his stomach and bringing out the more GRUMPY side of him.  Sam’s been gone almost an hour now , and sure , the motel’s a little out of the way.  But this is America , there should be a BURGER joint on every street corner.  Out of the corner of his eye , Dean spots a half eaten candy bar lying on his bed , clearly he’d forgotten about it.  He stops his pacing , and seems to mull over his options before SHRUGGING and picking up the bar , taking a big bite out of eat as he perches on the end of the bed.  ‘ So , ’ he starts , words muffled over the full mouth.  ‘ How’s things in the RESEARCH corner? ’

#winchaestr #dean marry a burger honestly #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 °。verse. )

[hellcures]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓, 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 her crossed arms from the bedroom’s door frame, making a mental note to fix up the guest room for her right after the scratches on her pretty face are dealt with.  it wasn’t that it didn’t concern her to see her like that  —  it  did  ( how could it not? ), lana simply opted not to butt heads with her about it.  it was blatantly  𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬,  and she  knew  it was useless because she’d been in her shoes before  —   finding her feet in a world she didn’t really understand yet, but that she felt a  calling  for.  a calling she was linked to by  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃.  that feeling was  way  more undeniable than any lecture she could’ve come up with about the dangers of hunting by one’s lonesome.

at least, this way if she ever needed help, she’d actually come  look for it  instead of being dissuaded by the potential  reprimend  that’d follow the disclosure of her  vulnerable  state.  lana would argue that to be a  big win, and it didn’t seem like such an unorthodox approach to take, specially as  no one  likes  i told you so’s.  lana follows the blonde’s into the kitchen as they maintain their casual conversation, and boy does the scenario she’s describing ring a bell from back in her early days.  ❛ yeah, i know what y’mean. ❜  the hunter confessed, taking a bottle of betadine from the emergency health supplies drawer and handing it over to her to disinfect her wounds with.  ❛ ‘course it is,  i’ll set up the guest room for you in a minute. ❜  she knew claire wouldn’t mind crashing on the couch  ( wouldn’t be the first time ), but she deserved a more special treatment than that,  and it was practically her room at this point anyway. 

that particular stream of consciousness brought her touch upon a more sensitive topic, one regarding the  aftermath  of her flying her previous  coop.  ❛ have you let jody know you’re okay? ❜  a short pause, head slightly tilting to a side as hazel hues gazed right at her.  ❛ just because you ain’t living together anymore doesn’t mean you don’t get to check in every once in a while  —  not so much for yourself, but for her.  i’m sure she misses you a whole lot more than she cares to admit. ❜  lana had never been a mother,  probably would never get to be,  but if she was in jody’s shoes, she definitely  would.

message : ❛ I thought that must have been you. ❜

from : @hellcures​

- - - -  FRUSTRATION AND ANGER COURSES THROUGH HER…  the door slamming against the wall as she shoves it open. the young hunter has made a home here, alongside lana  ( a third home, counting the winchesters and jody. )  this place, she knows, she can walk through that front door with a split lip, a black eye, and various cuts and bruises scattered along her body, and NOT immediately be coddled. or worse         reminded how dangerous this is. claire hates the way jody looks at her after a hunt, when it’s OBVIOUS she’s taken a few hard blows, the pity in her eyes and that knowing look that says; i wish you would let me help  ….  ( or alex would remind her constantly that jody worries all the time. )  and then there’s sam and dean who would lecture her about the way she hunts, about going at it COMPLETELY ALONE. they would offer pieces of advice that she doesn’t care to know. of course castiel would heal her wounds and awkwardly offer his ear if she wanted to talk; sometimes she likes the battle scars.

      with lana, claire is welcome to come and go as she pleases. she can ask for help or be blunt and say she doesn’t want, nor need, it. if she wants some space and silence, she’s got it. it’s a home away from home. SANCTUARY. the door slams behind her and, since she has zero sense of subtlety, she shouldn’t be surprised when that familiar face comes around the corner. 

       ❛ just me, ❜  she sighs, barely offering a smile as she heads towards the kitchen to clean up the wounds on her face,  ❛ i didn’t know where else to go. thought i was tracking one vampire, ended up being a whole damn mess. barely made it out. ❜  a roll of  her eyes, followed by a wince as cloth touches raw skin.  ❛ it’s cool that i crash here, right? ❜  claire already knows the answer, doesn’t even have to ask. not really.

#novaek #she means good claire don't snap @ her asdfghjk #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 °。verse. )

[hellcures]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄, and in fact, she wasn’t really sure she ever really  did.  deep down, what she wanted wasn’t some admission of guilt or him begging on his knees for her forgiveness, but some sort of  acknowledgement.  maybe not a goodbye, but some sort of explanation, proof  that their relationship truly was as significant for him as it was to her, and therefore couldn’t  stand  the thought of turning his back on it without looking back.  however, she never got such a thing, and coming to terms with that reality meant accepting that he really  didn’t  feel the same way she did.  once she’d swallowed that down, it became a lot easier to see the situation for what it was and recognize his departure to be nothing more than the result of a kid making the hardest decision of his life, and not hesitating to carry it out, or else he never would.  

the brunette slightly shakes her head, lips momentarily pressed into a thin line as she takes a step closer to him.  ❛ sam, it’s okay, you don’t  —  you don’t owe me an apology.  i get why you did what you did, and i don’t hold it against you. ❜  hazel hues are set on his jade, sunlit ones, a genuine tender smile shaping her rosy lips.  god, did it feel good to get lost in those dreamy eyes again.  a chuckle, as she mentally  damned  herself for her vulnerable thoughts, ❛ and as nice as it is to hear you say that, i don’t really hang around here that often anymore. ❜  instant  fear  crept up on her like a thick fog, grin wiping off the corners of her mouth and eyebrows beginning to furrow as she remembered what it was that she was dreading most about their reunion  —  his reaction to her new and controversial choice of vocation.  𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.  her mouth dries, a gulp travels down her throat.  don’t panic.  her voice shrinks, yet she strives to maintain a convincing, relaxed inquiry tone.  don’t panic.  ❛ didn’t dean tell you? ❜

         @hellcures​  ↹  ❝ I’m telling you, It’s just better with you around. ❞

        HE HASN’T STEPPED FOOT IN KANSAS IN A LONG WHILE. Too many memories ; too much pain here— but there’s always her ; always Lana, and that’s something that makes Sam feel some twinge of regret— some inkling of sorrow. He hadn’t meant to hurt her when he’d gone, but what should he have expected? It hurt to lose someone you cared about, dead or not Sam had vanished— he might as well have been six feet under for as much as he’d tried to communicate with her. But wasn’t that the best thing? Wouldn’t that have easiest for her? Cut ties all together to prevent heart ache? Besides, if Sam wanted normal he couldn’t very well have any ties to his old life now could he? And that included HER.          “I’m sorry. I had to try. If I didn’t—“ I would have gone crazy, I would have killed Dad , I would have done SOMETHING i’d regret I had to know. A breath, a pause. “Expect to see a lot more’a me. THINK I’LL BE AROUND A WHILE.”

#shotgunscn #big OOP #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 °。verse. )

[hellcures]

scoutbrit​  /  𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙳.

the  hunter  retaliated,  and  for  several  moments,  former  man  of  letters  stood  there,  taking  it.  listening.  maybe,  maybe  he  shouldn’t  have  flown  off  the  handle  at  her.  it  was  frustrating,  however,  to  work  so  hard  to  prove  himself  capable  of  being  trusted,  of  willingness  to  understand  how  things  worked  over  here,  only  to  find  his  former  organisation  had…  apparently  ruined  that  entirely.  and  himself,  by  association.  shouldn’t  be  a  surprise.  his  hands  were  never  wholly  clean,  in  their  dealings…  but  then  again,  a  far  sight  cleaner  than  most.

finally,  he  swallowed,  offering  a  small  nod  her  way.  couldn’t  dismiss  her  words,  not  in  their  entirety.  in  spite  of  his  own  frustrations…  she  made  some  good  points.  he  was  the  outsider,  here.  and  he  had  not  been  a  child  for  many  years,  now.  act  like  it.

“  …  very  well.  ”  a  clear  of  his  throat,  as  he  straightened  tie,  eyes  lifting  to  her  with  features  smoothed  over,  hiding  irritation.  “  though,  for  the  record  ;  all  i  wanted,  all  i  ever  wanted,  was  to  make  friends.  that’s  it.  i  wanted  it  to  work.  because  if  we’re  all  so  busy  fighting  each  other?  then  we’re  only  half  paying  attention  to  what’s  out  there.  ”  the  monsters,  lurking  in  the  shadows,  waiting  for  their  moment  to  strike.  a  breath,  as  he  tried  to  remain  calm,  collected.  professional,  right?  we’re  not  gonna  get  angry  again.  we’re  gonna…  explain.  this  is  explaining.  “  …  not  exactly  a  strong  business  model  for  making  the  world  a  better  place.  and  i  did  everything  i  could  to  make  it  work    ——–    i  died  standing  up  to  them  on  your  lot’s  behalf,  because  you’re  right…  they  may  have  the  cool  toys  and  all  the  knowledge  in  the  bloody  world,  but  that  doesn’t  make  you  a  good  hunter,  or  even  a  good  person.  what  i  didn’t  know,  was  it  was  rigged  from  the  start.  ”

saw  it,  now…  the  hypocrisy.  said  one  thing,  but  meant  another,  and  he  fell  for  it,  hook,  line  and  sinker.  “  they  was  never  gonna  accept  you.  just  like  they  never  accepted  the  hunters  back  home.  it  was  all  about  control,  and…  yeah.  i  should’ve  seen  it  sooner.  should’ve  realised  who  i  was  working  for.  but  you  have  your  family,  and  i  thought  they  were  mine…  you  never  wanna  see  the  worst  in  family…  ‘cause  then  you’re  all  alone.  ”

a  moment  of  pause,  as  he  thought  back  to  it.  those  last  moments,  arguing  with  hess.  and  then,  there  was  nothing.  he  was  gone    ——–    done.  to  be  stuck  between  two  forces,  the  only  barrier  between  life  as  it  was  known,  and  utter anarchy…  of  course  they  took  him  off  the  board.  features  hardened,  as  hands  shoved  into  coat  pockets  (  better  than  looking  for  something  to  throw  ).  “  …  far  as  i’m  concerned,  and  for  what  it’s  worth…  they  can  choke.  ”

𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 hostile defensiveness falling away, except for the sculpted frown holding on in her features.  she knew a lack of a counterresponse was too good to be true, though, so she anticipated some sort of clarification, and hell, maybe it wasn’t such a loathing annoyance  —  perhaps that was the reason why she’d been pushing for a reaction out of him, because she wanted to  understand.  hear  his  side of the story, break the image she’d painted of himself in her mind, see why the brothers had taken pity on him so she could slowly  begin  to trust him, and therefore include him in the team they were all supposed to form.  whether that was foolish, wishful thinking or not she’d judge on whatever he had to say for himself now.

hazel hues scanned his figure up and down, held back on spitting out some snarky facebook rmemark at the mention of his sole desire to befriend hunters, and  listened.  turns out, there  were  actually points for them to see eye to eye on.  in fact, there was  nothing  that immediately stood out to her as a chance to jump at him and disagree, which was a notorious  first.  maybe, just maybe, and only if all he was claiming was truthful to a fault, this could only go up from here on out.

the meaning behind her furrowed brows switched from tension to sheer curiosity, as she’d never stopped to think about how the british men of letter’s demise must’ve felt from the inside.  they always seemed like such brainswashed soldiers she doubted they had any moral judgement capabilities of their own left  —  however, mick apparently  did,  tried to expand the community in hope for some change, and ultimately  died  for it.  too little too late,  she bitterly used to think when flashes of all their casualties and collateral damages in that war flooded her mind, but right now, as mick finished saying his piece, it seemed like a good time to stop hiding behind her resentment and attempt to reevaluate her conclusions on those past events, and her opinion of him as a result.

she returned him a subtle single nod, leg lifting over the tabletop and remaining foot on the ground pushing body to sit onto its surface, hands meeting at her thighs as she turned her head to glance directly at him  —  and  without  spitefully squinting, this time.  ❛ well, as they say, hindsight is 20/20.  what matters is that you  aren’t  getting caught up in pipe dreams anymore.  and, for the record  —  last one, i promise  —  it’s rough.  looking around and finding you’re all alone.  i’m not gonna say i know all about how you felt, ‘cause i was luckily never betrayed like that by my own family, but i  do  know what that sinking feeling is like.  it’s heavy enough to pull you under and have you drown, and the more you try to scream, the more water floods your lungs, and the more you realize you’re making a fool of yourself ‘cause you’re underwater and no one can hear you. ❜  gaze drifts off into space for a couple seconds, memories of darker instances swimming their way up to the surface, but she clears her throat and pushes it back under where it belongs, eyes refocusing on mick’s features.  

❛ anyway, i can agree with you on the fact that being at eachother’s throats is only gonna help our enemy’s chance at catching us off guard.  in fact, i agree with most of the points you made, oddly  —  must be a sign we’re actually  moving  somewhere. ❜  or that she was officially going insane, yet another unnecessary comment she  bit her tongue on.  the ends of her lips curve upward ever so slightly, as she never would’ve guessed this little argument would place them on their merry way to leaving their differences behind.  unexpected, a term she was beginning to associate with the former man of letters before her.

#scoutbrit #she's Turning mick #good job #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 °。verse. )

[hellcures]

✧･ﾟ @tobeblamed​ °。cont. from here.

 she embraced him into a long-needed hug, and dean curled up beside her, seeking comfort  where he found it.  he felt small as she brought her arms over his to wrap around him, and he stayed there.  no words were needed to be uttered for lana to understand how he felt  –  he didn’t need her to understand, because no one ever would.  what he’d experienced in hell could never be apprehended by any living human being on earth.  all he needed was her comfort ; her warmth ; her love.  he pressed his nose against her shoulder, arms wrapped around her lower back as he shut his eyes.  any tears that threatened to escape were now contained.  he felt at ease with her.  he felt home.  a moment later, he turned his cheek and stole kiss aimed at her neck.  a mere thank you that needn’t be uttered out loud.  

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 was public knowledge, but some courtesy greeting didn’t suffice  —  not considering the amount of sleepless nights lana stayed up wondering what dean must’ve been going through and  praying  all her worst case scenarios wouldn’t materialize outside her head.  she considered cutting a deal, but she knew that wouldn’t have made things any better, and so she tried to  take care of sam,  fill in his shoes ‘till he was back, but with sam falling off the face of the earth shortly after his death, none of her good intentions were of any actual use.  she might have failed to save the day numerous times in the last six months, but what he needed her from her, she  could  do, and so she let out a deep exhale as she ran her fingers through his hair, embracing his head resting on her shoulder, body taking on all of his weight.  his small gesture of affection was met with a shut of eyelids, fingers running down the back of his head to fall on his back, and  relief  flooding her heart.  ❛ i can’t imagine what you must’ve gone through down there, but  —  it’s  so good  to have you back. ❜  arms slowly pulled away, tender hazel hues fixing on his familiar emeralds.  ❛ i never stopped looking for a way to pull you out, y’know.  without  making a deal, of course  —  i thought it was about time we broke that habit. ❜ 

#tobeblamed #blame it on my s4 rewatch #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 °。verse. )

[hellcures]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

tagged by   :  the one and only @archaire​​!! tagging   :    whoever wants to do the thing!

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :       at the present time, your behavior is characterized by your need for security.  you feel under attack by stressful circumstances,  and you  yearn for a peaceful, relaxed life  free of the pressure of constant demands or problems. you need periods of calm and peacefulness in order that your nerves are able to regenerate. you find the necessary relaxation foremost in a comfortable home, a  harmonious emotional relationship  or a fulfilling favorite pastime.

𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 : of great importance to you now is…

…𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.   when the difficulties of daily life or human interaction become too much, you prefer to retreat to your favorite pastime, a quiet hobby or  into the world of your thoughts, dreams and fantasies.  if you try to achieve the necessary balance to daily routine through a regular practice of meditation, you will find what you have actually been looking for: inner detachedness and  peace.  it would also be ideal if you could occasionally  spend time in the great outdoors. you believe a particular help in achieving the inner peace you desire is...

…𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.   again and again, you consciously adopt a positive inner attitude. this helps you to  better stand up under the hardships of the present.  you create goals, projects or ideals for yourself that give you a boost and the  hope that your life will be better and happier.  you search for ways and means which allow you to enjoy life without care and to spend more time devoting yourself to the things that bring you joy.  in order to forge ahead in good spirits you now need...

…𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.   whatever you perceive – people, things or information –  you analyze it, both critically and with a certain amount of skepticism, because you want to be certain whether it is beneficial to you or not.  you are not easily misled, and in line with the motto “once bitten, twice shy”, you keep your distance from everything that could damage your wallet, your reputation, your wellbeing or your peace of mind.  one thing is utterly clear to you: your present situation requires...

…𝐨𝐛𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬.  it is very important to you to have enough money at your disposal so that you can afford whatever you wish to have or do.  for this reason, you are currently spending more time thinking about your finances, and you anxiously deliberate on how you could obtain the necessary money.  the certainty that you have sufficient funds strengthens your sense of self-worth and helps you to meet other people with confidence.  you have unrealistic expectations regarding your...

…𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐬.   with senses on alert,  you seek contacts, knowledge and information which open the door to better opportunities for an interesting and entertaining life.  for this reason, you probably spend some of your time in front of the screen.  you are prepared to learn anything as long as it can be practically applied and it serves your personal development.  other topics which may be relevant for you now are a change of lifestyle, of scenery or of your occupational situation.  joyful self-development is unthinkable for you without...

…𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.   you would like to finally rid yourself of personal problems which oppress you, and you hope you could somehow make your life easier.  your ideal is to be free of all things unpleasant, to never get upset over anything or anyone and to move through life unburdened.  for this reason, you do what you can to avoid contact with people who cause you problems.  it is to your disadvantage, though, that in doing this,  you also avoid examining your problems, mistakes and weaknesses.

𝚄𝙽𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙽𝚃 : at the moment you feel most anxious due to your…

…𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬.  your sense of wellbeing is negatively affected by stressful circumstances.  you often feel misunderstood, unfairly treated or left at the mercy of the unacceptable behavior of a person who is important to you.  you don't want to let on that you are aggravated by this, and you keep your irritation to yourself.  inside you, though, the accumulated resentment strains your nerves.  for this reason, you are not very emotionally resilient at this time.  you assume an air of exaggerated superiority despite your...

…𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.  you believe people should behave correctly, considerately and kindly towards you so that your interactions run pleasantly and without friction. since this is frequently not the case,  you often become indignant over their incorrect behavior and views or their lack of kindness.  you easily get the feeling of being someone's innocent victim and believe you have every right to be outraged.  you also suffer quite a bit due to your...

…𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.  difficult circumstances limit your opportunities for experience and your freedom of action.  you feel deprived because you have to do without some of the things that would make life pleasant.  you expect far too much understanding for your needs from other people, and as a result, you often feel disappointed.  you might ask yourself how much understanding and empathy you extend to others.  you would like to be free of your...

...𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.   you are conscientious and take your tasks seriously.  you often  spend time pondering what you should do and how you should do it, so that everything turns out well.  even when something is going just fine, you can still be suddenly afflicted with the fear that  something could go wrong  or something bad could happen that would ruin everything.  at the same time, though,  you certainly would never admit that often you become worried far too easily  and paint a very pessimistic picture.  at the moment, you are worried by your...

...𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.   there are times at which you feel as if you were chained to people or circumstances which restrict your personal freedom to act and move.  you can get itchy when your affairs move slowly  as a result or when you have to wait so long for the fulfillment of your wishes out of consideration for others.  you also feel very uneasy due to your...

…𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.  you often feel isolated from other people by an invisible wall, and sometimes you get the creeping feeling that even the people you like don’t really love you and possibly even reject you. on the other hand, you enjoy standing out from the crowd with your willfulness, unusual views and egocentric behavior. your “distinctiveness trip” does win you attention, but not the warm-hearted affection you require. 

#( ✧･ﾟ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 °。study. ) #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 °。queue. )

[hellcures]

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁'𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, having a hard time imagining her heart tangled in such a classically tragic scenario  —  but hey,  stranger things had happened,  and she wasn’t about to play jury on the veracity of her love story.  it wasn’t important, anyway  —   she had enough as it was with her own, one she knew to be very real, even if just for her, as its spark had stood the test of time for more than two decades.  that had to mean something, right?  that no other man she’d ever come across had ever captivated the way sam had? 

her ultimate advice got a good laugh out of her, quickly dismissing it as a no-go and, above all, ridiculous.  she knew sam, and she was  ninety-nine percent sure  this was  not  the way to go about the reveal of her more-than-platonic sentiments towards him  —  it’d make things awkward, they’d both most likely flush, and  maybe  after the dust had settled it’d have some of the desired effect, but in the moment?  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  was an understatement.  one hundred percent  not  the way to preserve any of her dignity at the end of this pursuit.  an all-around  bad idea,  basically.  

❛ it’s good to know i got some worthy competition going into this. ❜  the hunter cheekily stated, humour in her features slowly fading and leaving place to a more sober expression.  ❛ one thing i got goin’ on that you don’t, though, is a life-long friendship that means the entire world to me.  the only reason why i’ve kept quiet about this for so long is that the last i wanna do is  ruin  that, and i got  zero  guarantees that if i stood in front of him almost naked and said do me, do me now, he’d actually  roll with it.  it’s too high of a cliff to look down on, and if i’m ever gonna do it at all, i gotta be more cautious than that. ❜

@hellcures​  :     “  you wouldn’t get it.  ” ( maybe about her decades-long feelings for sam? )

she resists the urge to roll her eyes,      instead she hazards a sigh.      “   thats not true,   i used to be in love once.       we met and fell for each other on a boat,      we were from two different worlds but we still planned to run away together.   until the boat sank and he died protecting me,  ”         she was totally reciting the  plot of titanic,      but lana didn’t need to know that.    love was for children.             “   look,     you wanna get freaky with the giant then i suggest you buy some  wicked hot lingerie  and surprise him in his room.       i’d do it myself but sam has high standards.  ”

#zlbub #i'm #HOW'D I TURN THIS TO 3 PARAS #i sincerely apologize #( ✧･ﾟ 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬 °。verse. )