#meg1

[crunchydetail-blog]

mega city one, alternate shot

[scarlet-rose17]

"Where's our father, Meg?" You didn't ask very nice. "Where's our father, bitch?" Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, I forgot. You don't. #meg1 is a fucking Savage. Nicki Aycox is beautiful 💖 . . . #spn1x22 #devilstrap #spnfandom #spnfamily #spnseason1 #spnrewatch #spnrewatchmarathon #supernatural #supernaturalseason1 #supernaturalfamily #supernaturalfandom #deanwinchester #samwinchester #jaredandjensen #jaredpadalecki #jensenackles #jeffreydeanmorgan #thecolt #samuelcolt #johnwinchester #megthedemon #megmasters #nickiaycox #azazel #azazelthedemon #azazelyelloweyes #yelloweyeddemon #yelloweyes #meg1 #bobbysinger #deanwinchesterquotes https://www.instagram.com/p/ByC0ABQASH7/?igshid=u2zr9rc5evmh

[andrewxjxwest]

Drinking Adventure || Andy & Meg

@mxgturnxy

After getting Meg’s last text message, he typed the address into his GPS and turned off the Uber app. He was done for the night. Especially if he was going to be drinking. And lucky he didn’t have to be at the shop tomorrow. So he could be doing this all night with her. Once he got to her place, he parked his car and shut off his GPS. Placing his phone into his pocket, he got out of his car and locked it. Heading up to the door, he raised his hand to knock on it. Knocking on it, he waited for her to answer. Usually this wasn’t something that he would do. Sure, he picked up strangers for a living but coming to their place to drink was another thing. Right now he wasn’t worried about it. He just hoped she wasn’t a serial killer or something.

[the-lucky-rabbit]

Not Enought Creativity To Think Of A Tittle | Meg and Oswald

Oswald was thinking about creating a new attraction in Wasteland so, what better inspiration than Greece? He wanted to always keep the toons entertained so it needed to be good. Unlike that Mad Doctor's attraction... The rabbit walked down a street in a town called Thebes. There were statues of a guy all around. Oswald stopped in front of one and read the plaque. "Hercules." He said out loud. That guy was a hero, interesthing.

(creativity 0 sorry T.T)

[mistress-of-all-e-v-i-l-blog]

Unlucky Meeting | Meg and Maleficent

Maleficent left the entrance of the Underwolrd, really angry. She had been rejected by Hades and she couldn't stand that. She could reject others, but being rejected was not an option. Not that she cared for him, no she never cared about anyone and wouldn't be this time that she would bother to care. She was the one always wanted, the rejection was something new for her. It wasn't worse than being forgotten but still it was not exaclty something that she liked.

In fact, she was so angry that she was ready to kill someone. And she almost did that when a young woman wearing a purple dress appeared. Both ended up colliding, what didn't exactly helped Maleficent's mood.

[blameitcnthesamba-blog]

im-a-damsel-in-distress started following you

"Olá senhorita (hello miss)!" The bird said. "How are you?"

[jessiethedementedcowgirl-blog]

A Common Interest || Jessie and Meg

Leaning down, Jessie closed one eye to focus as she tested her cue. The games room was empty asides from the cowgirl herself, which suited her fine. She had just left her session with her doctor, where the brunette had spent the whole hour watching in amusement as the man struggled to find ways for Jessie to open up about her emotions. It had gone well, right up until Melissa was mentioned. And then Buzz. The mention of his name, even in Jessie’s mind, was enough to make the girl miss her shot, sending the white ball flying in the wrong direction.

“Fuck,” The southern brunette rose, clicking the heel of her boots with impatience as she moved around the pool table to line up her next shot. Long dark strands of hair escaped the messy knot that was tied at the back of her neck, curling around her tanned face, framing the slender line of her collarbone. Outside, it was raining. That very fact alone was enough to put Jessie in a foul mood. She hated the unpredictable weather of the asylum, longing for the continuous heat of Georgia. Despite the less than satisfying weather, Jessie had decided to dress the same as always; her tight fitting white shirt and worn, faded denim shorts that seemed to deepen the girl’s tanned skin.

Perhaps that was one of the reasons Jessie had yet to fit in to the asylum – she made herself an oddity, openly fought with others and sought conflict when there was none. Easing away from the table, Jessie eyed her next move, teeth sinking into her bottom lip in thought. Twisting to get a better angle, Jessie almost stumbled a second time when she caught sight of another person in the games room. Straightening herself up, Jessie regarded Meg with an amused half smile, strangely glad to see the other girl. “I didn’t think you knew this part of the asylum existed,” She commented, perching on the pool table’s ledge, arms crossed over her chest. A part of her still didn’t feel at complete ease around Meg – their last confrontation still fresh in Jessie’s mind. But then, the cowgirl admitted silently, she had started it.