she KNOWS that it’s impossible to tell a wolf from a W O M A N if she keeps her chin up and her teeth clean. / 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥

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she KNOWS that it’s impossible to tell a wolf from a W O M A N if she keeps her chin up and her teeth clean. / 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥
the finale: happens abaddon, loudly: what kind of fuckery is this
crowley: speaks abaddon: live every day like it’s your last , because i am going to kill you , but i’m not super good with schedules .
she KNOWS that it’s impossible to tell a wolf from a W O M A N if she keeps her chin up and her teeth clean. / 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥
Anonymous said:I know you kissed Dean ;)
‘ 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺 ? ‘ a tilt of her head , purse of her lips && she hides her secrets behind rouge painted lips ; her business , her own . arms fold atop her chest , gazing at that who had spoken such words . however correct they may be , it did not mean she wished for it to be spoken aloud . ‘ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 , 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 . ‘
answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people you would like to get to know a little better.
nickname: cat
real name: courtney
zodiac: Ascendant Sagittarius , Zodiac Leo , Moon Aries
height: 5′7″
what time is it?: 8pm
favorite musician/group: I like lots of bands, but right now I’m super into ‘The Hu’
favorite sports team: The Silver Ferns
other blogs: @herapocalypse , @dumauricr
do i get asks?: sometimes???
how many blogs do i follow?: uhhh around 100?
any tumblr crushes?: lmao my girlfriend @gatekeepcr
lucky number: 13
what am i wearing right now?: black jeans , a blue long sleeve top
dream vacation: anywhere in europe tbh
dream car: the lesbian mobile
favorite food: chinese
drink of choice: Dr Pepper
languages: i took french in school for like 5 years
instruments: piano , guitar
celebrity crushes?: gillian anderson
random fact: i ran away from home over a year ago && moved in with two people i met through an online game lmao
tagged by: @bittersurvivor tagging: YOU!!
𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 / 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
he has no expectations regarding his importance in her life, as there shouldn’t be any in the first place – and, yet, it seems that she mentions it defensively, and he can’t help but use that against her. his lips dare move closer until they touch before mouthing in agreement, ‘ well, obviously … ’ he agrees and yet proceeds to prove a point. his fingers steady her chin as curious lips latch onto hers. emeralds turn black as they remain partly open.
every fiber within her SCREAMS of playing with fire , of the true dangers of allowing herself even one moment of weakness ; for was that not what this was ? allowing him to even be this close to her , regardless of her own intentions , of her own movements that allowed for this to occur -- breath hitches the very instant his lips touch hers , && that murmured comment sends vibrations through slender frame . ‘𝐨𝐡 , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 . ‘ it is all she can manage before his lips find hers once more , && caution is thrown to the wind in an arm WINDING around his neck as an anchor .
𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 / 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
despite the bitter words, the knight doesn’t allow any sign of vexation to ruin such a perfectly calm state, as he stares down at her in utter amusement. ‘ i wouldn’t be so sure about that … ’ he’s never felt more powerful in his life, and he is certain that the only one capable of depriving him of that is himself. ‘ besides – something tells me you like havin’ me around. ’ a smirk stretches upon prideful lips, before his fingertips guide her chin upwards where gazes meet. parted lips now inches away from painted reds, he teases her with the distance between them.
that minuscule amount of distance is enough to set her on edge ; a sharp intake of breath , yet she makes no move to close it - 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 , nor does she trust his intentions . && yet ... is she leaning forwards ? she would never admit to such . teeth gnash behind red painted lips , eyeing him closely , gauging him . ‘𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 , 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 . 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 . ‘ fingers flex within their hold upon his collar , as though inwardly daring herself to tug closer , to take control of a situation she was unsure of escalating .
I sit here alone, burning,
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Yannis Stavridakis c. December 1917
(via unsith)
𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚌𝚛 / 𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫-𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰
gemma can’t help but scoff , showing her amusement. sure , she’s not quite as stable or levelheaded as she once was , but gemma can spot crazy when she sees it. the horsemen of he apocalypse. this woman was clearly on drugs , because gemma didn’t believe it for a moment. and she had no reason to , she had no idea the extent of the other woman’s power , or the status she held. gemma smirks , leaning back in her chair casually , ʺ you’re gonna need to sweeten the deal a bit more than that , darlin’. ʺ
in hindsight , she supposes she ought to have expected some form of DISBELIEF , yet she cannot help the FLARE of annoyance that flashes over her features -- seldom a woman used to not getting what she wants merely by DEMANDING ; it seems she may have met her match in one 𝙶𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛-𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 , && isn’t that just the strangest thing . a pause , fingers picking rhythm back up upon the table before her , head tilting as she considers the comment made . ‘ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 ? 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, && 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 . ‘
𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 / 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
his brow arched curiously as he tilted his head in wonder upon hearing her enigmatic answer. he aimed to address what it was that made her feel even more powerful now than she did before, but he couldn’t help but remark on her odd infatuation with him. ‘ careful, abaddon – i might catch you drooling … ’
is it a HISS that leaves her lips ; pushed between her teeth ? surely some form of irritation at being seen so obviously -- her grip does not retract , if anything she grows far more DANGEROUS in her hold ; tight , claws like vices that will not release . ‘𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 , 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙳 , 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰 , 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 . ‘ a flash of ivory canines , broaching his personal space by leaning forwards -- tilt of her head , auburn curls brushing her shoulder && she drags the tip of her nose along his jawline . ‘𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 . ‘
she KNOWS that it’s impossible to tell a wolf from a W O M A N if she keeps her chin up and her teeth clean. / 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥
shipping call !! mutuals only , like this && i’ll launch myself into your DMs
“I have the whole world raging under my skin. I’ve always been a girl armed for war.”
— And war has learned to fear me // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)
“i’ve imagined all the ways to leave a hole in the world”
— Maggie Woodward, from “[once i was feral],” published in Tagvverk (via lifeinpoetry)
𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚠
@redlied· || LIKED !
FACE holds a rather neutral expression as she looks at the other. “ Of course I know who you are. It’s my business to know. ”
‘𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴 ! ‘ grin flashes across pale features ; her amusement is nothing short of DANGEROUS -- but , she will hold her tongue , for now at least . ‘𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐎 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 , 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 ? ‘
𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚜· / 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐥
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“ demons, seem to all have the same motivations. ” the words are pressed, weighted with frustration. it seemed that for every fire that the winchesters put out, another IGNITED. “ FRANKLY, it’s quite boring. destroy, kill, torture. all for what ? enlighten me.”
she supposes there is substance to his comment ; it isn’t FALSE , not in the slightest . there was always a similar motivation , something that needed to be DESTROYED && she was no exception to the rule . hand lifts && waves dismissively , as though the conversation held no true intrigue for her -- when perhaps it did , perhaps she was curious on those motives . ‘𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝 ? ‘