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I just love cinema. Writter since 2018 I make color palettes and dividers too 🖤

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Dean Winchester SUPERNATURAL — 1.05 "Bloody Mary"

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Avengers: Age of Ultron, 2015

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I forgot we invited the 'fun' police!

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"ABSOLUTELY"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH RICK

I hope you like it! 😌🤍☝

The night was suspiciously quiet.

Darkness settled around the RV and the small camp you had improvised in the middle of the highway.

You knew the place was dangerous, so exposed, but there was nothing you could do but hold out until you found Sophia.

The girl had had a couple of encounters with walkers, and after Rick helped her escape and get as far away from them as possible, she disappeared into the woods so well that now none of you could find her.

You had organized yourselves to conduct search parties every ten minutes.

This time it was Shane and Daryl's turn.

They said goodbye to you before venturing into the dense darkness of the forest, accompanied only by their small flashlights and their weapons.

You were preparing something hot to help you endure the long night ahead when you saw Rick's figure through one of the RV windows.

Sitting in a folding chair with his rifle resting nearby, he stared at the spot where his friends had gone.

You decided that whatever was going through his mind at that moment, you couldn't let him get sick.

It would be a cruel twist of fate to die from a common illness instead of the virus that had wiped out almost the entire world population.

You held an extra cup of coffee in your hands, in addition to your own, and stepped out of the caravan.

When you reached him, he tilted his head toward you at the sound of your footsteps on the asphalt of the road.

"Hi, I…" you murmured shyly, slowly handing him the cup. "I thought you might like something warm." You smiled kindly. "I made coffee," you announced, nodding toward the cup.

He nodded gratefully and took the cup you offered him.

Your fingers brushed for a few moments, moments in which you felt an electric current run through your entire body.

You wondered if he'd felt it too.

The way he rested his blue eyes on yours was answer enough.

"You should go back inside, Y/N," he whispered. "I wouldn't forgive myself if you got sick because of me"

"Touché" you murmured, making him give a small, knowing smile. "I hope the coffee helps," you added. "Of course, you know we can switch shifts, right?"

"Of course I know" you whispered. "I'm not going to let you stay out here alone," he repeated, what he'd already told you many times. "Although you can stay with me, if you want."

"Really? Are you sure?" “You questioned, and he frowned in surprise.

“Absolutely,” he said, gesturing to the chair leaning against the side of the caravan. “We can swap ghost stories around the campfire while we keep watch.”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad plan, Grimes” you added, playing along and earning another smile from him.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

Hello my dearest gentle readers! I need your help with one thing. Does any of you know of an app similar to tryquinn or sona, where I could listen to the audios for free without suscription? If you know an app with this characteristics, put it in the comments please (you'd help me A LOT) 😌

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[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"I DO BELIEVE IT, YES"

I WROTE A FIC WITH RICK

I hope you like it! 😌☝🤍

Rick knew perfectly well that something was on your mind.

He knew you well enough to know that, in those moments when you isolated yourself from everything and everyone, and sat facing the river with a lost gaze, it was because the noise of the gears in your head turning was so deafening that you needed those minutes of disconnection to be with yourself.

The dark-haired man watched as the sun began to hide behind the few buildings that were still standing, and even though he didn't want to, he knew he had to interrupt your silent therapy session to talk to you.

You felt his powerful presence beside you even before he spoke, and when he did, his voice was soft, kind, and sweet all at once.

"Y/N, we have to go now," he said. "There are fifteen minutes left until the sun disappears, and we can't be in the city at night."

"I know," you murmured, before tilting your head toward him. "Rick, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, go ahead" he encouraged you, adopting an active listening posture.

The intensity of the reflection in his blue eyes in the little light that remained of the sunset made you look away again towards the horizon, unable to meet his gaze directly.

"Do you think we're going to make it?" you murmured. "I'm not talking about getting to the CDC, but about surviving."

"I do" he whispered. "God hasn't abandoned us for a long time, but you always have to have faith that everything will be alright, and luck, of course," he added, making you smile. "Nothing's going to happen, Y/N, everything will be fine" he said, resting his gaze on yours. "I promise."

"Okay" you murmured, getting up from your place on the ground. "Let's go" you said, making him offer a kind smile.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"THERE'S ONLY ONE YOU"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH RUPERT

I hope you like it! 🤍☝😌

Rupert was jealous.

He didn't think so, but as the night wore on, and he saw others approaching you to talk every so often, something stirred in his gut.

He felt a lump in his throat, cutting off his air supply, an unpleasant sensation he couldn't shake.

At that moment, you were chatting animatedly and laughing occasionally with the young man who had approached you.

He was the fourth. Rupert knew this because he had drunk a glass for each man who had come to speak with you.

He wished with all his heart that the smiles, the shy glances, and the laughter you directed at them were all for him.

After that young man, another man came to talk to you.

A man four years older than you, whom Rupert didn't know.

Which was odd, since there were few inhabitants there and everyone knew each other.

Black noticed Lizzie also looking at the man from the other side of the room with a worried expression.

Rupert gestured to her, letting her know that everything was under control.

At first, the stranger started talking to you in a friendly, carefree way, laughing with you and chatting about various things.

Until the minutes started ticking by, and you realized that this man had no intention of letting you leave his side all night.

"I'm sorry, but they need me in the dining room," you excused yourself, managing a kind smile. "Forgive me."

"You're not going anywhere," he blurted out suddenly, making you frown.

"Excuse me, but you're nobody to tell me what I should or shouldn't do," you nodded toward the exit. "You'd better leave."

"The only way I'm leaving is with you," he said.

Rupert had already sensed that something was wrong, so he had been slowly moving closer to where you were, ready to come to your defense at any moment.

"If you don't leave, I'll call the police," you countered. "You know, so they can explain the situation to you, that's all."

"Call them," he muttered. "They won't believe a word you say."

"Oh, really?" “Why is that?” he asked.

“Because you have no proof,” he looked at you disdainfully, “and between a mere intern like you and an important executive of a multinational corporation, who do you think they’re going to believe?”

“The one with the proof,” Rupert interjected, pulling a small recorder from his suit trouser pocket. “Looks like your television career is going to be over prematurely.”

“Recording people without their consent is a violation of data protection law,” the man replied.

“What is a violation of the law is what I would have done to you if we had been alone together,” Rupert said, his face tense and his gaze fixed on the other man. “Y/N has been very clear about this and has politely asked you to leave,” he whispered. “I won’t be so gentle, so either you leave, or I’ll throw you out of here myself.” It's your choice.

The man glanced between the two of you, then at the people watching the scene, and he almost looked like he was about to burst into tears when he said:

"Fine, I'll go," he said resignedly, "but this isn't over."

"Oh yes it is, FRIEND," Rupert whispered sarcastically. "If I find out you're trying to contact her, or even breathing in the same fucking direction as her, I'll rip your nose off with my teeth. Did I make myself clear?"

“Yes,” the other replied.

“Good,” Rupert nodded. “Now, get out of here”

The man, without a second thought, turned around and left the place as quickly as he had entered.

“Thanks for that, Rupert,” you murmured, looking up at him. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

Black spared himself the comment he was going to make about thinking of a couple of things you could do, and instead said,

“You don’t have to thank me” he smiled. “You know I’m always there for you.”

“Lucky me” you smiled. “I wish everyone had the same luck as me.”

“There’s only one you, Y/N,” he whispered, “and I’ve decided to extend your luck” he said, before turning around and heading back to the bar.

He desperately needed another drink to get through the rest of the night.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"JOIN US, THEN"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH ARAGORN

I hope you like it! 😌☝🤍

The battle had been a success despite the heavy casualties.

The torches in the throne room of Rohan were lit to honor all its warriors, both those fallen in battle and those who sat there eating, drinking, and laughing since their return from the battlefield.

One of them was Aragorn.

The crown prince of Gondor was in good company with Legolas and Gimli, who were having a drinking contest—a game Legolas was clearly going to win, since, due to his immortality, alcohol had no effect on him.

A few meters away, you were watching him.

Your gaze rarely left the future king of Gondor, who suddenly felt your stare and turned his head in your direction to look at you.

But when he did, you had already turned your head away, afraid he'd catch you watching him.

Your friend, who had been with you since you were little, watched your every move, and a huge smile spread across her face.

"Enjoying your favorite activity again?" she asked, glancing at you sideways.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down, they're going to hear you," you complained, her smile widening.

"Honey, I'm sorry to tell you, but it's no secret that you're in love with the prince," you whispered, making her blush furiously. "It's written all over your face."

"I know!" you complained, letting out a soft huff. "I'm trying not to."

"You know I love you very much, and because I love you so much, I always tell you the truth," your friend whispered. "So far, you're not succeeding." But I'll tell you something – she added, giving a lopsided smile – I think the prince likes you too.

Your eyes widened in surprise, since it was practically impossible for someone like him to like someone like you.

Or at least that's how you saw it.

"It's not true, he doesn't…" You shook your head, somewhat flustered. "It just can't be."

"Well, if you say so…" she murmured, "but I'd risk finding out what he can become, instead of regretting it thinking about what could have been."

She gestured to the bard, who was shaking his head from side to side, watching Gimli try to stay on his feet after all the alcohol he'd consumed.

"Alright, I'll see what I do," you conceded.

At that moment, Faramir passed by you and bowed his head in greeting.

"Ladies" he said, accompanied by a kind smile.

You watched as your friend's mouth practically agape as she watched him walk towards one of the tables, where several warriors were gathered, talking loudly.

"Looks like I'm not the only one with heart problems," you teased, making her click her fingers. Your tongue, agreeing with you

“Maybe,” she conceded.

“Let’s make a deal,” you proposed. “I’ll talk to the prince if you talk to the warrior,” you blurted out. “What do you say?”

She thought for a few seconds before answering.

“It’s a fair deal,” she thought aloud. “I accept.”

You said goodbye to her and went to the bar to order a pitcher of beer.

You needed to clear your mind and calm your nerves, and the only way you could think of at that moment was to order a beer, whose glass was probably bigger than your head.

You took two sips, and that was enough to quell your anxiety.

You watched the table of the three friends, whose drinking challenge had attracted an audience.

Warriors from all the tables had positioned themselves around them to see who would win the impromptu contest.

You took a couple of deep breaths and slowly approached their table, staying slightly to the side of where the prince was sitting.

He saw you out of the corner of his eye and gave a lopsided smile when one of the warriors offered you another beer, which you politely declined, as you were already full.

"The dwarf's going to fall," a man beside you muttered. "Elves can hold their liquor much longer."

"I agree," said another man near the prince, who was immediately drawn into the conversation. "You'd better get the bedchamber ready for your little friend, Aragorn," he joked. "I don't think he'll last much longer."

"You certainly have little faith in Gimli, my friend," replied the crown prince, his deep voice cutting through the air like a sharp knife. "Dwarves are known for their exceptional skill with weapons and their ingenuity in battle," he explained. "Both require composure."

"And patience," you added, unable to resist, making Aragorn look directly at you. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to interrupt."

“You haven’t,” he offered a kind smile, several strands of dark hair falling across his face. “Tell me what you meant when you mentioned patience.”

“Well,” you began, “patience isn’t exactly an inherent virtue in dwarves,” you explained. “Rather, they have a reputation for the opposite, just as elves have a sharper sense of sight than any other species.”"Of all species, dwarves are not known for that virtue."

"I agree with you," Aragorn smiled, tilting his head toward his friend, "but of all the dwarves, THIS one is different," he murmured. "I really think he can win the game," he said. "What do you think?"

"I think Prince Legolas will emerge victorious," you murmured, nodding toward the glasses stacked on your side of the table. "He's drunk the same number of glasses as Gimli, and yet he doesn't falter an inch, as is only natural."

"Join us then" he offered. "I have a feeling the outcome of this little battle is about to be known."

Aragorn offered you the empty seat beside him, and while Legolas drank a little more and Gimli tried to stay upright, you glanced sideways every now and then to see the profile of Aragorn's almost angelic face.

As you did so, you realized that you had never met a man as good, kind, and brave as him.

You also thought that, when he was crowned king, Gondor would have the best ruler in all of Middle-earth.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"NEVER TOO BUSY FOR YOU, DARLING"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH LEGOLAS

I hope you like it! 🤍☝😌

The moonlight of Rivendell reflecting off a watchtower near the lake seemed the perfect place to sit and write.

Every night without fail, you sat on the benches of the watchtower, parchment in hand, waiting for inspiration to strike. Inevitably, the image of Legolas came to mind.

That very morning, the orcs almost breached the borders of the elven kingdom, which is why they had to engage in battle, you with your double-edged sword and the blond one with his inseparable bow and arrows.

Between the two of you, you felled several enemies, leaving a trail of corpses in your wake, which you then took it upon yourselves to remove.

You remembered the moment when Legolas had leaped onto the back of one of the horses to strike down, with four arrows at once, a horde of orcs approaching from the east.

And even though you had never drawn before, having that image in your mind, you saw it clearly.

You rested the tip of your quill on the parchment after dipping it in black ink, and began to outline the delicate features of the elf's face.

Meanwhile, Legolas couldn't sleep.

Therefore, he decided it wouldn't hurt to walk under the moonlight, which always relaxed him and helped him feel better.

These were dark times, and his lack of sleep was nothing more than another omen of the battle yet to come, and the evil it brought.

He closed his eyes gently, listening to the sound of the birds, the wind moving the leaves of the trees, and the pleasant murmur of the river water.

Suddenly, he realized he wasn't alone, that there in the stillness of the night, and in the calm it provided, was someone else.

He scanned the landscape before him until his elven eyes caught a soft white light on the North Watchtower.

Then he saw you.

You were bent over a scroll, your expression both focused and serious.

At that moment, Legolas found himself worried about you.

It wasn't your first battle, but due to the events of that morning, the elf felt the need to speak with you.

He approached so slowly from behind you that you thought he was an evil spirit, or worse, a stray orc who, somehow, had managed to hide and evade the elven guard.

You blinked rapidly in astonishment, realizing that you were holding the dagger you always carried against the crown prince's neck.

You quickly pulled it away and swallowed hard, clearly embarrassed.

"Legolas," you murmured, "I… I'm sorry, I thought…"

"It's alright," he assured you, nodding at the dagger. "Have you make it yourself?"

"Yes," you nodded, very proud of your creation. "I know I'm not allowed in the forge, but…"

"You have my permission," he interrupted gently. "You didn't have to hide to do this, Y/N." He smiled. "You know you could have just asked me directly, right?"

"Yes, it's just that you're very busy with the war councils and everything else."

"I'll never be too busy for you, Y/N" he whispered, looking directly at you, his immortal eyes shining in the moonlight.

"Careful, Prince" you smiled slightly. "Anyone who sees us might think…"

"I don't care what they think," he whispered. "I only care about the future of Middle-earth and you, nothing else."

You looked at each other for a few moments before he turned his gaze to the parchment you held in your hands.

"Do you mind if I ask you what you were doing before I arrived?" “I used to draw,” you confessed, “though I’m not very good at it,” you murmured. “It’s not finished yet.”

“I see” he said. “Will you show it to me when you’re done?”

“Of course” you smiled, as he turned to leave as silently as he had come.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"I ALWAYS WIN, SWEETHEART"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH REID

I hope you like it! 😌☝🤍

You couldn't think of a better place to be than there.

Spencer and you were sitting in a meadow, enjoying the sunset.

The sun was hiding behind the mountains, leaving behind the cool air that preceded night.

"The sun is a giant star, composed mainly of hydrogen and helium," Spencer began, his soft, masculine voice so close that it sent shivers down your spine. "It contains 99.86% of the entire mass of the solar system," he continued.

"It's incredible," you murmured, looking at him intently. "How old is the sun?" “You asked, knowing full well he had the answer.

“It’s not known exactly,” he replied, “but it’s approximately 4.6 billion years old.”

“That’s a lot of years,” you responded, making him smile.

“Yes, it is, from our human perspective, of course,” he explained. You nodded. “The sun is currently right in the middle of its life, providing light and heat essential for Earth,” he continued. “Although its light isn’t instantaneous, the rays we receive take between 8 minutes and 20 seconds to travel from the sun to Earth.”

“Spencer,” you called to him. He tilted his head toward you. “I love your mind,” you whispered.

“I know,” he replied, very pleased with himself. “If it weren’t so, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Morgan needs to stop teaching you jokes,” you blurted out. He laughed, understanding.

“This one’s my own,” he said.

“Okay, Dr. Reid.” You win, just this once.

"Just this once?" he questioned, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Sweetheart, I ALWAYS win" he said, placing a tender kiss on your lips as you watched the sun sink below the horizon.

[mizgnomer]

Crowley’s hairstyles/looks - down through the ages

See also: The 2019 [ Season One ] version The 2023 [ Season Two ] version

Bonus: Professor Anthony J. Crowley, Physicist

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Crowley

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

Going to watch the backrooms movie this Friday, I hope the exit of the cinema remains on the same place it was from the very moment we enter to the cinema😩👍

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"AND SO IT WILL BE"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH ARAGORN

I hope you like it! 😌☝🤍

It was a sunny morning in the lands of King Théoden, and as on every day until they finally went into battle, Aragorn stood beside the great beacon to contemplate the landscape.

A cloudless blue sky greeted him, along with the sound of swords clashing between squires and knights in the parade ground below.

Some Rohirrim chatted amongst themselves as they trained, while other men of Rohan were being trained for battle by what was probably the greatest female warrior in Middle-earth.

Some men of Rohan did not take kindly to the news that a woman would be instructing them in the use of weapons, but that had never mattered to you.

In fact, Aragorn believed that your ferocity and skill in combat were equally comparable to, and sometimes superior to, that of many of the men present.

The future king of Gondor watched as you feinted to the right to dodge a blow from one of the soldiers, before striking him in the lower back with the hilt of your sword.

The man fell to his knees, pain etched on his face.

"If this were a real battle, you'd be dead by now," you said, before gesturing to the other soldiers who were watching you intently. "King Théoden needs skilled and capable warriors for the battle to come," you reminded them. "At the moment, I don't see anyone like that among you." You shook your head to one side. "You're dismissed"

A smile spread across Aragorn's face as you gathered your hair into one of your now-characteristic buns. Low pigtails

He thought you should wear that hairstyle more often.

He stepped down from his place beside the watchtower to greet the soldiers leaving your class on their way to their daily duties.

You were cleaning your sword blade with a rag that had seen better days when you saw him standing beside you out of the corner of your eye.

"My lord Aragorn," you murmured, bowing your head in respect, "I hadn't noticed you until now."

"There's nothing for you to worry about," he replied politely, as he always did, "and there's no need to bow; it makes me look older than I am."

"Of course, pardon me," you murmured. He smiled kindly.

"I see you have a new group of men to torture," he joked, nodding at the soldiers walking away. "How are the future riders of Rohan doing?"

“If they continue down this path, I’m afraid they won’t reach that position,” you blurted out. “Many of them aren’t aware of the danger we face.”

“That’s understandable,” he whispered. “Because how do you explain to someone that what they’re going to have to confront isn’t an evil being, but evil itself?” he questioned. You shook your head.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “Perhaps you should give the motivational speech before we go into battle,” you murmured. “You’re better at it than I am.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself so much,” he smiled. “You have everything under control. You just have to give them the guidelines you deem necessary, and those men will follow you to the ends of the earth.”

“Do you really believe that?” you questioned. He nodded with conviction.

“I believe it, and so it will be” he said, a lopsided smile playing on his lips, before leaving the way he had come.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"AND I NEVER WILL"

SOOO, YESTERDAY I SAW THE RETURN OF THE KING EXTENDED VERSION ON THE CINEMA, WHICH MEANS THAT I HAD TO WRITE MORE FICS WITH LEGOLAS, CAUSE I LOVE HIM SOOO MUCH

I hope you like it! 💚☝😌

Legolas gazed at the face of the woman he loved and did not recognize you.

The power of the ring was too heavy for you, and yet you refused to let the elf wear it, even knowing that, because of his immortality, he would feel its weight less.

As for you, you felt its weight more each day, as if you were wearing a noose around your neck that tightened with every step.

One of those days, while traveling to Mount Doom, Legolas looked at you and, as soon as he did, saw a strangeness in your eyes.

The elf did not remember ever feeling such sadness as in that moment.

"Y/N," he began slowly, "it is I, Legolas."

"I know who you are," you replied earnestly. "I also know what you want." You closed your hand around the ring that hung around your neck. "You want the treasure all for yourself."

"No, my love" he whispered. "What I want is for you to allow me to share the burden." He said, “I’m not going to steal it from you, I’m just going to help you, that’s all.”

“Why should I believe you?” you asked.

“Because I’ve never lied to you, and I never will,” he murmured, extending his palm toward you. “Let me help you.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” you murmured, as Legolas drew closer.

“I don’t need to prove it to you. You know you can trust me, right here,” he said, placing his palm over your heart. “There is no greater burden than the weight of a heart,” he smiled, “and you have plenty of that,” he added. “I see you, y/n. I’ve always seen you, only you”

“Legolas,” you whispered, “I see you too,” you replied, making him smile.

In that moment, you knew no burden would be too heavy if he was the one helping you carry it.

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RYAN GOSLING as DR. RYLAND GRACE PROJECT HAIL MARY 2026 • dir. Phil Lord & Christopher Miller