this show is so underrated
Turk’s face in that last one deserves an Emmy

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this show is so underrated
Turk’s face in that last one deserves an Emmy
Come on losers we’re playing CAH
Cards Against Humanity is a thing again tonight.
Come play and laugh your asses off!
Password is: deeisanowl (blame gabe for that)
//This is so much freaking fun please join!!!
Crappy Clunkers
The rusted, red, van-esc thing that Zoë fondly called her car had certainly seen better day. The car made a grinding noise as it went around corners. The back two doors wouldn’t open so things had to be placed through the windows. The car let out a pterodactyl like screech as it came to stops and had trouble getting above 75 miles an hour for extended amounts of time. But it was hers so it was flawless.
When Deanna called her up and asked to go on a hunt with her using her car (Sammy had taken the impala on a different lead), Zo had agreed, reluctantly, because she knew how much Dee hated her perfect clunker.
Deanna hung up the phone, and began packing her duffle full of all the crap they’d potentially need for this hunt. That, and a few tools she kept on hand to keep Baby in mint condition, hoping against hope that Zoe would finally let her try t’work some magic on that death trap of hers. Dee was convinced that someday the thing would just fall apart around her if somethin’ wasn’t done soon. Not to mention it was a disgrace to ride in.
When she was done packing, she took a seat on the bed, leaned against the headboard and started flipping channels, waiting for the sorry wail of Zo’s junker.
Zoe pulled up to the hotel, her car making its usual screech and then making a new loud thud as she placed it into park. She double checked that her car would start again, satisfied that it would she shrugged and turned it off, walking over to Dee’s motel room.
She knocked on the door and fiddled with her keys as she waited for Dee to open the door. The hunt was luckily no more than a day’s drive away and it seemed relatively simple. Zoe was just hoping her car wouldn't decide to throw a tantrum along the way.
Crappy Clunkers
The rusted, red, van-esc thing that Zoë fondly called her car had certainly seen better day. The car made a grinding noise as it went around corners. The back two doors wouldn’t open so things had to be placed through the windows. The car let out a pterodactyl like screech as it came to stops and had trouble getting above 75 miles an hour for extended amounts of time. But it was hers so it was flawless.
When Deanna called her up and asked to go on a hunt with her using her car (Sammy had taken the impala on a different lead), Zo had agreed, reluctantly, because she knew how much Dee hated her perfect clunker.
Could we get some more FUCKING NOTES ON THIS because this is the best post I’ve seen on this website
We’re all here in cosplay come ask us questions. Ask blogs: A ll of us - femteamfreewill Zoë - offspringofahunter Dee - deannalovespie Sam - littlesistersammy Cas - castielleangelofthelord
On the road. Dee and Cas wanted Subway. Zoë and I decided to pass. Too much junk food.
Goldfish are totally nutritious. They use real cheese.
Heading off on a hunt Friday
I am going hunting with deannalovespie, castielleangelofthelord, and littlesistersammy for a few days starting Friday so if there is any questions or whatever you want answered by multiple of us, shoot any of us a message.
tell-me-lm-pretty:
I thought this was gonna be a horror thing
but it ended up being adorable
the father is a serial killer
Tangerine Tango Varnish
Deanna gripped the steering wheel tighter, stepping on the gas pedal reluctantly, her knuckles going white. “Damn straight you’ll get it out, if you have to scrub for days you’ll get it out.” she took what was supposed to be a steadying breath, but she felt weeks of pent up frustration and exhaustion boil up in her stomach, she managed to pull the car to the side this time before losing it again. “This isn’t just about the nail polish Zoe. You never listen to me, maybe for just two seconds you could stow that angsty teenager shit and think about the damn consequences!”
"Forget to load the guns? WE WON’T BE ABLE TO SHOOT THE GODDAMN WEREWOLF! Don’t think to put the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the motel door? MAID CALLS THE COPS! Leave nail polish open on a bumpy road? IT’LL SPILL. It’s just one thing after another and I can’t take it anymore.” She needed some air, so she got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. Deanna and Zoe had been working the same case for what seemed like years, and the stress and lack of alone time was getting to her.
Zoe sat fuming in the car for a a moment after the car slammed. She didn’t listen? That was news to Zoe. She knew she should just leave it, let Dee cool off and then continue on the hunt. But Zoe couldn’t do that, Dee had just thrown all the blame on her and she wasn’t going to just sit back and take it.
Zoe stepped out of the car. “Did you forget that you agreed to come on this hunt with me? I asked if you wanted to help me and you said sure. There was no-” Zoe lowered her voice in a terrible mimic of Deanna’s “‘Sorry Zo I don’t want to work with your angsty teenage self’ or ‘Sure thing Z, but I am going to hold every mistake against you instead of verbalizing that you are causing me any stress because I have to keep up my stoic, tortured-self, street cred’” Zoe’s voice had been steadily rising in volume until she was yelling. "If you can't take it anymore than go. Leave. Bye."
How did you get to be friends with that fem!dean?
I'm assuming you mean deannalovespie?You talk to her? Probably off anon? She is a pretty chill person as long as you are nice to her.
Go big or go home
Space, the final frontier
Tangerine Tango Varnish
Zoe rolled her eyes. “Deanna, calm down. I haven’t spilled before. I’m not going to spill now.” And she wouldn’t have spilled if fate didn’t have such a shitty sense of humor.
The car jerked as it went over a pothole and before Zoe could catch the tiny bottle, it tipped. Most of it spilled onto Zoe’s jeans but then it made its final descent to the flooring of the Impala where it left a nickel sized amount.
Zoe cringed and silently reached down and picked up the the varnish or now spark for the Deanna explosion about to occur. Zoe opened her mouth to say something once, twice and then just shut up and waited for the inevitable.
Deanna could hear ringing in her ears. That did not just happen, that ridiculously hideous color had not just stained the floor of her Baby. Without thinking Dee slammed on the breaks hard, bringing the Impala to a abrupt halt in the middle of the single lane road. Good thing they had the place to themselves.
"DAMMIT ZOE!" She roared before she could stop herself. Swallowing she took a deep breath. "What the hell were you thinking?! I knew that’d happen-two rule, I have two rules. Don’t trust a guy named Dick, and don’t mess with my Baby!" her eyes widened when she saw the seat. "And you managed to get it on the seat too?!" Deanna inhaled sharply, shaking her head. Sure, she knew she was overreacting a little, but still, this is what happens when Zoe doesn’t listen to her.
Zoe was suddenly very thankful that Deanna’s car had seat belts as she jerked forward at the unexpected stop, the price of nylon and netting halting her momentum before her head could hit the dashboard.
The verbal explosion from Dee was smaller than expected. Even so, Zoe had the sudden want for a cartoonish red eject button, just to get out if this situation. Zoe knew that Dee loved this car possible more than she liked her, and at first Zo felt guilty. It was Deanna’s car. Dee’s “Baby”, an object Deanna all but worshiped. And Zoe had just ruined it.
Zoe looked back down at the amount of nail polish. It was a small amount, and Zoe was 90℅ sure there was a way to get it out of the car. It was just a car, a car, an inanimate object that had been covered with blood, dirt, and various entities’ guts, but Dee was going to throw a fit over an accidental spill of nail polish? Dee’s explosion now seemed more like a hissy fit and it was ridiculous.
With the full attitude of an annoyed teenager Zoe rolled her eyes and sighed, “I’m sorry, whatever. I’ll figure out a way to get the stain out when we get back to the hotel room. But maybe we should get moving before we get hit by a semi.”
Looks fantastic. You're adorable
//Thank you lovely! I definitely agree! Although I'm definetly not as warm as I used to be. Do you realize how cold your head can get without much hair?
I look hella cute without hair. This is my best decision ever.
Bald for bucks happened! Thank you for making my goal happen! $515 will go to help someone who needs it.
[steps on my own emotions and grinds them into the dirt with my heel] anyways