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“Is there a good REASON you’re not helping out your brother and I with the research ? Or are we just feeling particularly PRINCESS-Y today Dean-o.”
Tony looks up from the book he had in hand, eyes narrowing a bit when he see’s the unfocused look on Dean’s features. He glances over at Sam who seemed preoccupied enough on the phone, and made his way to plop himself down heavily on the bed Dean was on. He tosses the book aside, cracking his neck before sighing and making a show of getting nice and comfortable on the lumpy bed; hands behind his head, feet crossed one over the other before nudging Dean’s leg with a foot.
“So, something you wanna SHARE with us buttercup, or do I have to play the guessing game with you.”
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@heavensfavoured ; i made this edit forever ago.
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heavensfavoured replied to your post: petalwritcs replied to your post “i nap for 3...
I LOVE GRIMM OMG
OMG ??? LET’S MAKE A LITTLE GROUP !? asdfgh i honestly have no idea why it’s taken my this long to watch it but jeez. MONROE ??? MY ALL TIME FAVE. ALLL. TIME.
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✶✶✶ @heavensfavoured plotted thing
katherine liked this little town. it was quiet, and humble, nothing really bad happened here, not usually any way. she had a walking buffet, which was nice. she left no bodies, and no marks. snatch, eat, heal, compel, release. it made permanent residence easier. that wasn’t to say she didn’t have people in town compelled to give her information.
information like when a hunter rolled through town. she was more cautious when they did. shew as good at blending in and hiding, but one couldn’t be too careful, katherine was always on alert. especially considering two towns over there were a bunch of ritual sacrifices, which would definitely bring in hunters.
she was informed as soon as the sleek black car drove over the town line. well well. she wasn’t going to just sit back and wait for them to find her, she’d find them first. it wasn’t hard, given the obvious ride. it was parked outside a quaint motel, and asking the man at the desk was also easy.
she knocked at the door, number six, and waited for an answer. she heard shuffling inside, weapons being pulled out while hiding others. the door was pulled open and katherine smiled sweetly. “dean winchester, what brings you to this sleepy town?” her head tilted slightly.
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@heavensfavoured hope it’s okay i continued this
There’s an OOF sound Dean makes as Cas all but tackles him, arms wrap around Cas as he hits the floor, a grunt is the only sound he gives out before he laughs softly. “Damn, Cas, give a guy a warning before you decide to tackle him, huh?
“What would be the fun in that?” Castiel still hadn’t gotten off of Dean and just looked down at him. “Also that really doesn’t sound like an objection to being tackled, Dean.” He tilted his head a little and smiled at him, eyebrow slowly rising. “So uh, you got any plans today? You aren’t off to a hunt, are you?”
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“ IF I HAD KNOWN THAT YOU WERE GOING TO BE IN TOWN, I would not have not have organised this event tonight, ” Bruce explained as he got ready, looking at Dean through the reflection of the mirror. He felt bad that he had to go to the charity event tonight, especially since it was rare when him and Dean got any time together. But he was a man of his word, he had to go and attend for at least a couple of hours, “ not that I don’t want you here, I do but some WARNING next time. For all you knew Gotham could have been war zone, ”
@heavensfavoured // STARTER CALL : ACCEPTING
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( 🧜 : ryn @heavensfavoured )
The siren stumbled around on small bare feet that she was still getting used to. She wore a long black t-shirt with a picture of a hawk on it that she'd stolen off someone's clothesline shortly after emerging from the sea - she had been walking around naked until several humans seemed to become upset by it. Ryn caught on quickly that this was something that was not acceptable - she was on a mission to find her friend and she didn't need to get in trouble for breaking any of the rules they had on land. She'd been walking around the small beach town curiously all day finding nothing of real use. The sound of music brightly colored tents drew her attention to the freak show and she found herself wandering through the gates looking around at everything in awe. It was the cotton candy truck that she was particularly interested in at that moment as her stomach growled - it had been hours since she'd eaten the rat so it was time to do so again. Without much care of the reaction she'd receive the girl approached the cart and reached out to swipe a stick of hot pink and baby blue sugared candy. She was picking off pieces and stuffing fistfuls of it into her mouth completely disregarding the angry worker that insisted that she had to pay for it. Ryn let out a loud hiss of warning when he tried to take it away from her - if he came any closer she would bite him.
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@heavensfavoured / sc.
He doesn’t understand. He tries to understand. He wants to understand. And he does, Dean made it perfectly clear the threat Jack holds in his hands, the power that might go off and kill someone even if he so much sneezes, and like them, he doesn’t want to risk someone’s life or even the whole world ; the reason why Jack figures that it’s on his own to find out what might have the capability to destroy himself, which is at the moment presents itself as himself. He can try to placate their anger and fear by setting things right because Jack realizes that he’s not supposed to exist, he’s not supposed to be here or anywhere else on the planet even if his mother and Castiel fought bravely to secure his place, his right to live despite everyone’s belief that he should have been put down.
So, he does everyone a favor —— Jack finds a knife in the kitchen, goes to his room and stabs himself in the chest. There is a STINGING feeling of the blade cutting through his flesh, but it will take no more than ten seconds before the wound closes up on its own, and the half-angel feels frustrated that the shallow, quick stabs turn deep, forceful push within his flesh. He keeps as silent as he can, grunting and panting when he bites his lower lip and he feels the anger hot within his eyelids, wondering why can’t he die the way he wanted to. It’s just then that he hears someone call his name, a hand reach to remove the bloodied knife from his own hands, and Dean looks at him with a pale face, stopping him.
The man explains it won’t work no matter what he does, and Jack has to catch up with a breath that he held in so that he cannot breathe again if possible before he can speak ; throat dry and croaked and broken.
“ WHY ? ❜ is the only word that comes out from his mouth while his mind tries to jumble around for any sort of explanation before his heart gets the better of him to let him think that Dean actually cares for him, just like Mom. Like Castiel. “ I have to try anything to keep myself from harming anybody, Dean. This is the only way. I should ... I shouldn’t be even breathing. I know that, but ... my heart, my body, won’t let me. As much as possible, I don’t want to involve anyone over this ... I’ll do it myself. ❜
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OKAY
i FOUND a replacement for Lazarus.
Typio Form Recovery
(the other one was just....not good and complicated)
It’s very easy to use. You just have to click the icon in the top corner of chrome whenever u need to get to something it recovered. Then copy the text and paste it back into your tumblr text box. :D
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@heavensfavoured ;
Emma had been down on her luck for what felt like forever and she
needed to catch a break. The blonde was finally out of the foster care
system and instead of making something of herself, she continued to
steal to make a living. How could she make something of herself when
she didn’t have a start? No matter where she ended up, there was no one
who wanted her and the state couldn’t care any less about her well being;
how ironic it would be if she would get caught for any of her acts, for it was
the state’s own fault for creating who she was, if someone would have cared
enough about her, then maybe she could have had a chance to become kind.
The temptation was real when she saw that beauty parked on the street. She
knew it was daring to steal such a nice looking car, knew that someone would
come looking for it, but she couldn’t help herself. The blonde looked back and
forth to make sure the coast was clear before slipping a tool out of her sleeve.
She unlocked the door and began to hotwire the car. This one was trickier than
others, but she managed to get it to start. She grinned to herself as she pulled it onto the street.
Metallica blared from the radio, and the blonde couldn’t help but to smile,
after all she was a CLASSIC ROCK CHICK.
What Emma wasn’t prepared for was to have a sleeping Winchester in the backseat.
When the battle born boy popped up, he wasn’t too happy, and a gun to the face wasn’t
something Emma was prepared for --- she may act hard and cold, but she was more fragile
than she seemed. Her heart pounded in her chest as she slowly pulled the car over for him.
She had NOTHING TO LIVE FOR yet she was AFRAID OF DEATH.
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i. Bad Moon Rising (Cover) [feat. Peter Dreimanis] // Mourning Ritual ii. Through the Dirt and the Gravel // We Were Promised Jetpacks iii. Brother // X Ambassadors iv. I’ll Be Good // Jaymes Young v. Love Yourself // The Boxer Rebellion vi. Grave Digger ( stripped ) // Matt Maeson vii. Everybody Dies in Their Nightmares // XXXTENTACION viii. Carry on my Wayward Son // lullaby version
( listen ) @heavensfavoured
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heavensfavoured || interaction one: dean and jack.
THERE IS ALWAYS A WARYNESS AROUND THEM. Jack cannot help the tension he feels when he is around Dean. It’s not there when Sam and Castiel are around, but he does remember Dean’s harsh words about him and how they resonate in his mind. Jack’s nature is difficult to grasp, his biological father is what humanity calls Satan and that can only mean by deduction that he should be evil as well. Blue eyes look up, finally gathering up the courage to speak, swallowing hard. “If I ever hurt anyone, like HE does---” And that he makes reference to his real father. Jack had always fear he would end up like the archangel if things went wrong. His powers were too big and he had not that much understanding of them. Forces of evil and forces of good could pull him in either direction. “I do want you to kill me, Dean.” Baby blues look down, hands grasping the edges of his shirt, keeping his body entertain elsewhere, natural survival instinct wishing to run away at the idea of dying. “My mother---I know she wouldn’t want me to end up like Lucifer.”
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@heavensfavoured Liked the THING for a GV Starter
She sat at the bar at Rousseau's, beer in hand. She’d gotten into a fight with Klaus earlier about keeping Hope in New Orleans, big surprise. But with Dahlia finally gone she wasn’t giving up her daughter again. Six months Hope had spent away from them. Despite the fact that should could feel something new brewing in the air it felt bigger than Hope.
And so, that was another reason she was out here scoping out the new people in town, one of them sitting just beside her. She shifted her gaze to him as she took a swig of her beer. “New in town?” She questioned, tone light as she placed the bottle back on the bar.
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@heavensfavoured liked for a starter from garth
❝ concerned nephew lieutenant dan gets ‘em every time. ❞
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