oh you know, the sun must set to rise

ɴᴏᴠᴀᴋ, ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴇ. sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ. ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ.

[gcdgiven]

“why haven’t you been more active?”

[stardvstdaughter]

@shinyblackchevrolet​:

‘ i’m just floating in this ocean of nothing and i wonder if this is it , this is what death is . ’

Every hunter had their own way of coping with a loss, hell, even with repeated losses.  Sometimes all you got out with was your life and the knowledge that a bad thing had lost its chance to hurt anyone else.  Even so, all that silver lining crap that seemed so sane from a distance rarely held up when push came to shove.  

When they lost people, when it was close enough and hit hard enough to bleed, Claire went running.  And, sometimes, Im drank.

Now that they were back in the room and more-or-less burnt out, it should have been over.  Claire, for one, had fallen into bed without bothering to shower after Im was safely inside and the door was locked and bolted.  Another couple minutes and she would have been dead to the world until dawn, but her friend spoke up before that, words slightly slurred but clearly audible and bare in a way that immediately planted a wedge of unease in Claire’s weary mind.  

It was like seeing her naked, like breaking the lock on a diary and seeing something horribly personal on the pages.  More significantly, it was a weight a sober Im would have gone to hell and back before revealing to the girl she loved and cared for as if she were her own.  

With arms and legs seemingly shackled with lead weights, the blonde pushed herself up to sit on the corner of Im’s hotel bed.  Her hand settled gently on the older woman’s forehead as if she were feeling for a fever, chilled fingers brushing back Im’s bangs before she leaned down to touch a chaste kiss to the exposed skin.  

"Hey,” she tried to affect softness through her exhaustion, to give back just a fraction of what Im or her own mother would have offered if their places were switched.  “It’ll look better in the morning, m’kay?”  

It took no great effort to sink into bed beside Im, head resting on a strong shoulder that had been offered for comfort more times than she could ever hope to count.  She breathed deep there despite the mingling smell of alcohol on Im and sweat lingering in her own unwashed hair and when she spoke it was as much in prayer as in promise.  

“It’ll get better than this.  I know it will.”

[stardvstdaughter]

@battlesthatmatter:

‘  the  world  out  there  has  teeth  and  it  is  hungry  and  it  is  stupid  and  it eats  and  eats  mindlessly .  ’

Their pace was slow, steps metered out in the lagging succession of those to whom direction came as an afterthought, if thought of it came about at all.  Exhaustion had long since numbed Claire’s awareness, the edges of the waking world’s truths blurred like smudged pencil lines in this stinging darkness.  The words, coming from one the world viewed with such admiration and optimism and hope, rang through in her hearing without reflection or opinion.  After a couple days in the trenches, there was little else to say about the usual tragedies aside from ‘huh.’ 

The steady ache that had long since settled behind her eyes pulsed absently, marking increments of hours in the cold, timeless place that was a 3AM city street.

"It used to hurt more, I guess...”  The aftertaste of the sugars she’d stirred into her last coffee cloyed her tongue like spoiled fruit, a draw of the crisp night air offering a reprieve she was too weary to enjoy.  “—When I thought all that pain had to mean something.  ‘Everything happens for a reason’ and all that.”  A weak shrug formed under her jacket, hands not shifting from the refuge of her pockets.

“I guess it’s the simplest things that are supposed to be true, right?  That none of it is as personal as we think.  More shit hitting a fan than a goal and a gun.” 

[littlelovelymemes]

(    *   & .   —   THE  HAUNTING  OF  HILL  HOUSE  SENTENCE  STARTERS

*   warning   :   may  contain  spoilers  for  episodes  one  through  ten .

‘  if  you  were  me ,  you  wouldn’t  be  such  a  fucking  asshole .  ’

‘  the  world  out  there  has  teeth  and  it  is  hungry  and  it  is  stupid  and  it eats  and  eats  mindlessly .  ’

‘  you  listen  to  your  gut .  even  if  it  makes  them  hate  you .  ’

‘  i  am  a  dream  and  so  are  you  and  so  are  we .  ’

‘  you  are  a  looker ,  aren’t  you ?  ’

‘  honey ,  someone’s  in  the  house .  ’

‘  i’m  dreaming ,  right ?  ’

‘  i  just  need  a  little  time  away .  it’s  nothing  more  than  that .  ’

‘  you’re  saying  it  was  an  accident ,  so  you  accidentally  put  your  hand  through  a  mirror ?  ’

‘  i’m  scared .  that’s  all  i  am .  there  is  nothing  else .  i’m  only  scared .  ’

‘  do  you  think  there’s  something  wrong  with  me ?  like ,  really  wrong ?  ’

‘  it’s  alright ,  sugar .  it’s  just  a  dream  —  just  a  screaming  meemie .  ’

‘  we  yield  to  it  or  we  fight  it ,  but  we  cannot  meet  it  halfway .  ’

‘  i  seldom  am  well  behaved .  ’

‘  i  enjoyed  the  conversation ,  but  i’m  gonna  say  goodnight .  ’

‘  did  you  just  punch  me  in  the  boob ?  ’

‘  just  enjoy  me .  i’m  loving  you .  ’

‘  i  wouldn’t  have  changed  a  thing .  i  need  you  to  know  that .  ’

‘  forgiveness  is  warm  like  a  tear  on  a  cheek .  ’

‘  i  loved  you  completely  and  you  loved  me  the  same .  ’

‘  that’s  all .  the  rest  is  confetti .  ’

‘  forgive  a  girl  for  being  lonely .  ’

‘  there’s  nothing  sadder  than  a  cold  bed .  ’

‘  journey’s  end  when  lovers  meet .  ’

‘  journeys  don’t  end ,  not  if  you  love  someone .  they  don’t  end  at  all .  ’

‘  probably  best  you  didn’t  say  anything  to  them .  ’

‘  i’m  asking  you  to  love  me  hard  for  the  next  few  minutes .  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  jump  and  i’m  asking  you  to  hold  my  hand  while  i’m  falling .  ’

‘  i  have  something  that  i  have  to  tell  you ,  but  i  need  you  to  remember  when  i  do  that  i  love  you .  ’

‘  i  wish  i  would’ve  loved  you  better .  ’

‘  pandas  don’t  like  macaroni .  ’

‘  i’m  just  floating  in  this  ocean  of  nothing  and  i  wonder  if  this  is  it ,  this  is  what  death  is .  ’

‘  i  wonder  if  this  is  what  death  is ,  just  out  there  in  the  darkness ,  just  darkness  and  numbness  and  alone .  ’

‘  i  wondered  if  that’s  what  they  felt ,  just  numb  and  nothing  and  alone .  ’

‘  he  was  a  light  in  the  darkness .  he  was  a  life  preserver  in  the  ocean .  ’  

‘  i  reached  for  him  because  i  had  to  feel  something .  i  had  to  feel  anything .  ’

‘  god ,  i’m  so  glad  i  did  it  though .  thank  god  it  worked .  ’

‘  i  felt  scared .  so  fucking  scared .  ’

‘  honestly  i  had  to  do  it  because  it  felt  better  than  feeling  nothing .  ’

‘  that  thorough  fucking  shame  was  so  much  better  than  that  horrible  empty  feeling .  ’

‘  you  have  to  live .  ’

‘  i  don’t —  i  don’t  know  how  to  do  this  without  you .  ’

‘  i  learned  a  secret  :  there  is  no  without .  i  am  not  gone .  i  am  scattered  into  so  many  pieces ,  sprinkled  on  your  life  like  new  snow .  ’

‘  when  we  die ,  we  turn  into  stories  and  every  time  someone  tells  one  of  those  stories  it’s  like  we’re  still  here .  ’

‘  we’re  all  stories  in  the  end .  ’

‘  you’re  supposed  to  protect  me ,  but  you  say  the  meanest  things  to  me  when  i  try  to  tell  you  things .  ’

‘  that  was  really  wild  stuff .  ’

‘  that  was  really  wild  stuff  considering  you  were  asleep  for ,  what ,  like…  ninety-nine  percent  of  it ?  ’

‘  i’m  sorry .  i  should  have  made  more  of  an  effort  with  you .  ’

‘  you  tried  the  best  that  you  could .  i  should’ve  met  you  halfway .  ’

‘  people  fuck  up .  i  guess  you  don’t  get  that  —  you  really  don’t  get  it  until  you  fuck  up .  really  fuck  up .  ’

‘  i  felt…  nothing .  just  nothing .  and  it  spread  everywhere  in  me ,  this  nothing ,  until  i  couldn’t  feel  anything  anymore .  i  was  just  this  dark ,  empty  black  hole .   ’

‘  i  felt  nothing  and  so  i  drank  and  i  drank  and  nothing  worked .  i  couldn’t  feel  anything .  ’

[everythingfox]

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[stardvstdaughter]

@battlesthatmatter

[hiimjacky]

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[stardvstdaughter]

computer death hiatus

[ My laptop has seemingly bit the big one, so I’ll be confined to mobile until at least late October. Apologies to those I owe! ]

[stardvstdaughter]

@battlesthatmatter:

Starter Summons // @stardvstdaughter

He recognized her from somewhere. Some bell was ringing in the back of his mind as he tried to recall where he had seen her face before. The ring continued on but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, not yet anyway. Rogers shifted where he stood, moved closer in hopes that a better view might jog his memory a bit more. Something else caught his attention though; the fact that she was picking a lock earned a small sigh from him. His own curiosity had to be put on the back burner for now as he drew closer. Hand smacked loudly upon the door she was working on as he stared down at her.

“So, what’s going on here, hm?” Where had he seen her face before? Brows knit closer together as he tried to hear that ringing bell once more. 

To be fair, she’d been working off a side door, blocked from the view beyond the alley by a dumpster that had seen more knife fights than the counselor at a camp for troubled teens; a place as suitable for her target as it was for her.  The sound broke her steady-handed concentration with a start, one shoulder striking the door with a heavy THUNK! that did more than a little to nudge a short tumble from a crouch flat onto her ass.  

“Crap!”  The half-curse was startled and sharp, the blonde’s gaze snapping up even as she scrambled back a few feet.  Grey-blue eyes blinked, taking in a face she’d seen in the flesh once before, even if it had then been beneath the cover of a gaudy helmet.  

"―God, you again?”  The similarity to the first time, at least from her perspective, was almost jarring.  Claire’s palms grated against the coarse asphalt, stinging slightly with grit and the tingling aftereffects of surprise.  She could feel the gun tucked into the back of her jeans, hard and heavy and not nearly as comforting as it normally was in the light of getting caught red-handed.  She couldn’t imagine going to jail.  Couldn’t imagine the noise.  

Seemingly on cue, the sound of a woman’s half-muffled scream sounded from beyond the door.  The girl blinked, the selfish fear she’d felt falling from her face as quickly as if she’d been shocked by cold water.  Just as quickly, she found herself speaking, almost begging.

“Break it down.  Please.  I saw you do it before.”  Her gaze flickered between the man and the door, panic itching in her fingers and making each second stretch like hot taffy.  “―Please!”

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[datacowmuses]

Send “Pain is weakness leaving the body” and I will randomly generate how your muse will find mine

[atomiism-a-deactivated20190116]

datacowmuses:

[Random Number Generator can be found here]

with a broken arm

with a broken leg

dehydrated

with a concussion

with a stab wound

hungover

after a bar fight

with the flu

with (a) broken rib(s)

with sore muscles

after falling down the stairs

with a twisted ankle

blinded temporarily

with ringing ears

with a burn

after running into a door

out in the cold without warm clothes

covered in blood

overly exhausted

after a nightmare

after losing part/all of their memory

with a black eye

rper’s choice!

[stardvstdaughter]

@invariablyscrewed​:

SHE WAS IN HER SHOES ONCE.    and samantha felt even more lost than claire,  and if it weren’t from her own experiences,  samantha might have turned a shoulder and looked out for herself.     instead,  she offered a small smile as she gently spoke,         ‘     if you ever need a friend,  or just wanna talk    –    you can call me.     ‘

@stardvstdaughter  /  sc

There was no doubt that the older woman’s words were intended as a kindness, an invaluable gesture of solidarity in a world where people like them could afford to count on so little.  Claire knew this, of course, knew the appropriate reaction as easily as if she could read it from a script.  Yet something inside her rankled at the hollowness these gestures always seemed to hold, her involuntary desire to lean into the comfort only bolstering the bitterness brought on by a stubborn weakness in her that felt like self-betrayal.  

When Claire spoke, it was with an ugly thing in her heart smothering any desire for help beneath a barbed fence of cynicism.  

"―You really think that’s a good idea?”

[cruelifee]

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Cat Stevens-Wild World

[stardvstdaughter]

@avengingxmarine:

“i steer clear of that little rat like he had the bubonic plague. what the hell did you do?”

Claire’s gaze was downcast as hands worked in the familiar task of cleaning her disassembled handgun.  The question, laden with disapproval as it was, seemed to affect her as little as an idle discussion of the weather.  Or, at least, that was the effect of outward nonchalance she was going for.

"―Look, we needed an in, alright?”  

[deadsease-deactivated20181110]

the darkness, 2007. feel free to alter and change pronouns, etc. 

who are you?  .. the devil? 

i remember the night of my 21st birthday. 

that was the first time i died. 

(name)? hello, (name), wake up sunshine. 

whats the matter, you pussy? you get one little baby tap from a nightclub bouncer and you go to sleep on me? 

i already told you, he don’t look so good. 

(name)’s gonna rip my nuts off.

oh man. man, we screwed the pooch on this one, (name).

you know what (name) is like. you don’t collect, best not come home.

maybe he’ll be nice, because it’s (name)’s birthday.

the guys a piranha, (name), he wouldn’t know ‘nice’ if it smacked him upside the head with a 50 lb sledgehammer.

we gotta get a plan. 

i mean, (name) was adamant, right? 

maybe. but we gotta get there, first. 

hold onto your lunch! 

hahahah, christ, (name), you’re gonna kill us! 

i told you they were coming. i heard the sirens. didn’t i say i heard the sirens? 

you hear sirens in your sleep, (name). 

two jobs in one night, like we’re slaves or something. 

c’mon, load up and help me out! 

take your time! don’t worry about us getting our heads BLOWN off! 

hoo hoo, they got new uniforms! did you see those new uniforms they got? pretty sharp! 

you wanna drive straight, i can’t get a bead! 

i am driving straight. you shoot straight! 

waste the guy on the left, i’ve got the one trailing! 

what the fuck is this? they knew we were coming! i say ambush! am-fucking-bush!

oh god .. it hurts! 

hey, i’m dying over here! 

jesus. i wouldn’t wanna do that again.

these pants cost me 400 bucks over at sals. now they got blood stains all over them. 

some fuckin’ 21st birthday for you, huh? here. got you a present.

now this looks real bad. real bad. go find out whats going on, and get the hell out of here. 

that’s like asking a goddamned shark to share its dinner.

you ever got that loan you applied for?

how can he still be standing?

you know, you been a pain in my ass since the day i met you.

he’s just a parasite. wants to bleed me dry. 

i saw him! he came out of the window! down there – he’s going towards the cemetery! 

where is he? i don’t see him no more. 

darkness will fall.

hey, don’t shoot me, son.

i live here. smells like satans bunghole, but it beats freezing to death. 

yeah, nice place, angel statue and everything.

there’s a gate at the north end. they got a lock on it, though. 

through you, i will display my power. through you, i am born.

you are nothing but my puppet.

i’ve heard people complain that life is unpredictable. 

what happened to me today, thats why i need you, (name).

you’re the only one i can count on.

he put his boys out to look for you.

i steer clear of that little rat like he had the bubonic plague. what the hell did you do? 

money was involved. i was unconscious at the time. 

it aint fair, man. that asshole wont let me play my harmonica spot unless i give him a couple hundred bucks.

big guy, he’s always hanging here, goes by the name of (name). 

you just gotta know how to persuade a guy. wait here.

i never would say this to no one, but you’ve got a good heart.

i wouldn’t put much stock into crack-pot theories like that. 

stay in the shadows, (name). 

happy birthday, rat face. 

are you okay, babe? you’re being kinda quiet. 

i’ve got a real problem, (name). 

(name) isn’t a teddybear. he’s a fucking psychopath, and he’s gonna kill me.

kill you? what are you talking about? what exactly do you do for (name) anyway? 

i’m .. i’m a contract killer. i, uh, kill people, for (name). i meant to tell you. i just didn’t know how.

what? are you nuts? you are nuts. this is just like you. 

lets take one day off from ‘fucked up.’ 

lets just sit here for a while. okay?

are you cold, (name)? god, it’s freezing in here.

i heard about what happened tonight. i don’t need to point out to you that this is a bad situation.

this has been one messy afternoon. 

you get yourself over here, but tread lightly. 

i’m about to get my ass handed to me by a very nasty scumbag. 

i do this only for you because of who your father was. 

make sure no one sees you. i’ll leave the backdoor entrance to the kitchen open.

ah! you got the wrong guy! please! stop! 

you turned out to be a real motherfucker, (name).

(name) knows everyone’s business, but what keeps him alive is that he never, ever chooses a side. 

too bad there’s a war coming.

i heard you coming from a block away. those expensive italian shoes make you sound like a fuckin’, bull-elephant. 

fuckin’ cops, all i need now, huh? 

always, always, they gotta call me when i’m eatin’ dinner. 

good enough. what happened to you tonight? 

i wish the hell i knew, (name). i don’t know. 

next thing i know, i’ve got the 5th italian cavalry riding my ass. 

you know me, i never choose sides. whatever the problem is, its up to you and (name) to solve it.

i wouldn’t put it past him to throw (name) on your ass.

if i were the kind of man to be involved in things like this, i’d take down (name), and pull all his merchandise out of the building. but i’m not, see? 

ah, fuck. the cops. this is why i don’t get involved. get back inside. 

i got too many fucking people asking him questions. 

and now i’ve got a lot of cleaning up to do. all because you don’t know how to play dead! 

but you’re gonna be in the ground, (name). sooner or later. it makes no difference to me.

i used to come to these piers pretty often. most of the time it was to fit some poor asshole with a pair of concrete boots.. people don’t swim so good wearing boots. 

the best way to (name)’s heart is through his ribcage with a meat cleaver. 

one clean shot and he’s dead!

i guess it would depend on the moose.

what say you slip me a couple of bucks, hey? i gotta take a train. 

yeah, nice try. you tell him. 

well. (name) took the evening off. i’m the new guy.

this human is evil. 

lets kill a commie! 

they burn, (name). all the little ones. such delicate torture of the body and soul.

its kinda like being rescued from a shark attack by a grizzly bear.

there was no warning. we only heard the sound of gunfire.

that was our home, (name).

i don’t know what to do or feel about it. all i know is that it’s evil.

it’s a terrible thing, sweetie. it’s a terrible thing. 

they say you can still hear the cries of the dead and the dying as you sleep.

you are going straight to hell, you know that, mister? 

he had this bad habit of killing the wrong people all the time. 

(name) threw him under the train down there.

i wouldn’t hang out around here if i was you, pal. i mean, there is somethin’ that just ain’t right about this place.

human flesh.. festers. 

when you kill for a living, life’s only precious when you’re staring down the barrel of a gun – or someone you care about is.

(name) can have my life, my possessions, anything i own. anything, except you. anything! 

remembering something, (name)?

finish your soup, (name), be thankful.

did you feel that? it got so cold, all of a sudden.

this will be a night to remember.

too late, (name), love dies.

learn that you are my puppet! now watch this.

fuck you! why are you doing this! 

be still and watch! 

okay .. please don’t kill me.

your flesh is mine. your will is mine.

whats the matter? don’t know your ass from your elbow with all that demon shit?

you see a happy ending here? you figure you got something to bargain with me? 

we hurt you, you hurt us, like some fuckin’ game we’re playing here. 

she’s mine! 

and when blood takes from blood, someone always pays. so now, i take from you.

(name), this is not your fault.

awww, what did they do to (name)? 

she was a burden. this is freedom. 

where are you going? 

no, (name), this is not your time. 

no! cannot! must not! 

we shall spend eternity together.

you wronged me, (name). you betrayed my gift.

you should not be here. 

i would like to do some mischief! 

i think i got it.

hell has no form. it bends to my whim. 

this is my dream.. for you.

the sun grows ever darker.

the flame of life shall be put into shadow. 

all men are cattle.

you’re giving away our position, you idiot!

you’re with that other yank, aren’t you? 

bit of a sticky wicket, ey? 

can’t tell you much. need to know basis. 

i’ve seen things down there that would make grown men cry.

maybe this place isn’t a place at all.

i mean, i’m supposed to be dead. 

i think i’m in hell.

go back, or be lost forever. worse than hell! nothing can come of this. turn away!

nothing for you here!

its a lie, (name).

i, on that familiar hill, saw with uncomprehending eyes a hundred sunsets spill their fresh and sanguine sacrifice. 

i know there are a lot of things you’re not going to understand, but you have to trust me.

(name) is a living thing. it’s some kind of a creature, old as time. 

it needs a host, i guess. 

i messed up, (name), i brought it into the family. i didn’t realize it would do this to us.

everything happened here, (name), this is where it all began.

how do i stop this? and how do i get out?

listen. there might be a way to control it.

promise me that you’ll go find them.

it’ll lie to protect itself. just keep going, don’t look back.

go no further, (name). 

anyone who says the subway is dangerous never sat in the back of a yellow cab.. going the wrong way.. at ninety miles an hour.. through the midtown tunnel.. with a guy who can’t speak a lick of english.

violence is the answer.

[stardvstdaughter]

@thekingsmcther​:

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❝Was that not the reaction you were expecting? Darlin’, you’ll have to do better than that if you want to get a rise out of me.❞

The force that held Claire in place like a doll in the grasp of invisible hands held fast, the gun that she’d brandished against the witch beginning to weigh heavily on extended arms that were unable to do so much as twitch.  This discomfort registered only fleetingly on the girl’s face, her mocking grin slipping into a practiced mask of cool contempt as her attempt to rattle Rowena into faltering her concentration fell flat.

"Fine,” she responded in the clipped tone of forced conversation, “―What do you want?  There must be something, or you’d have killed me already.”

[stardvstdaughter]

@familiainsania​:

castiel took in the scene and frowned. "i heard your prayer. sorry i couldn’t get here sooner. i’m glad you’re alright… well… somewhat alright, anyway.” a quick twist of the cuffs and they shattered, freeing her hand from the radiator. he noticed the way she massaged her arm and he pressed two fingers to her forehead, healing whatever was bothering her with a flash of grace. 

“is that better?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. he really wasn’t sure how to deal with her just yet. he hadn’t mastered the whole interacting with a former vessel who was the daughter of his current vessel thing. “are there others?”

For him it was all so simple, the cuffs falling away with one touch and the cuts and bruises of the past months melting away with another.  And for that short moment, the touch of grace made her feel safe and whole.  She was weary to her bones, part of her wanted nothing more than to curl up under that light and sleep.  

Claire barely felt the motion of her right arm, sharp and rattlesnake quick, as it thrust the knife deep into her father’s chest.  

The expression that came to her face was one of unprepared horror, a gasp in place of an answer snagging in her chest.  Just as quickly her expression hardened, eyes glaring hate and lips peeling back in an animal snarl as she pulled back the knife and plunged it towards him again, again, again.  

[stardvstdaughter]

familiainsania‌:

@stardvstdaughter

“are you okay? you look… not okay…”

"No fucking shit!”  Hissed through bared teeth, the girl’s long hair loosing from its bun in the aftermath of what all surrounding signs pointed to being quite the struggle.  Two bodies, one collapsed over the other, lay between them in what posters on the wall seemed to suggest was a young man’s messy bedroom.  The first of the bodies, laying prostrate on the floor, was that of a middle aged woman.  The second, doubled over the other with all the grace of a sack of flour, was a teenage boy.  Both had clothes torn and marred with red from the slits of numerous stab wounds on their backs, a piece of the puzzle fitting cleanly with the blood-drenched knife clasped with white-knuckle determination in Claire’s right hand...  A hand which was bound to the radiator with one end of a set of handcuffs.  

Upon Castiel’s arrival the blonde had straightened, but with a shaky breath she now sunk back to sit beside the radiator, left hand lifting to massage her right arm in distracted agitation.    

"―Sorry.  Sorry.  Any of your phenomenal cosmic powers good for busting curses?”