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@velxdeleri
Iâm going to go offline now, but Iâm going to ask you guys a favor because I trust you all. Every now and then, if you could check this blog for me, thatâd be wonderful. If it deletes, please save the url and let me know you have it. Iâd feel better knowing that one of my followers has it, and could give it to me. Iâm just really scared right now; I hope you understand. Thanks.Â
She nodded. âAccidental. Iâll explain later.â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â âAs for the insight into why I call myself a murder, well.. itâs impossible not to be, where Iâm from. Did I mention I may have also.. fallen into a different universe?â She didnât wait for an answer. Â Â Â âNo? Well, I did. In that old universe, the world is under the control of the Terran Empire. Basically, itâs either kill or be killed. I gained a lot of habits and tricks. I can kill ya, bring ya back to life, then kill ya again.â She explained. Â Â Â Â Â Â âI was always on it, I guess.â
"It seems like you've gotten yourself into a big problem," he chuckled, shaking his head lightly. Not only was this woman in the wrong time period, but she was also in a whole different universe.     He raised a brow as she began to explain the rules of her old universe -- it seemed a bit intriguing to Jason; he had no problem with murder: after all, it was his job.                 "So, you're like me. On the highway to Hell."       The cyborg let out a laugh at this statement -- he wasn't going anywhere after his death -- after the human  part of him passed away. The junkyard, he assumed, or maybe he'd be re-used to make another cyborg like him.          "--- Let me tell you, the job doesn't pay; but, it's what we do."Â
"Accidental time traveller, I might add." Joanna grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it over so she was sat directly in front of him. Â Â Â Â âIf weâre goinâ with labels, though, Iâd say I was a murderous and psychotic nurse.â
"Accidental?"    Jason couldn't help but to let out a light chuckle at her statement -- time traveling by accident seemed like an odd concept, but he figured that it was plausible. The brunet leaned forwards slightly, letting out another chuckle as Joanna 'labeled' herself.    "Oh, I'm liking you already.           --- so, what made you take the murderous path? -- or were you always on it?"
"Well, planet of origin is Earth." She stated, walking in and looking around a little. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â âItâs my time of origin thatâs more interestinâ, though.â Joanna then added, grinning. âIâm from the future. Itâs complicated, the reason for my beinâ here, but Iâll get around to explaininâ that eventually. Iâm human. How âbout yourself?â
"Oh, we've got a time traveler on our hands, huh?"     The cyborg let out a light chuckle, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. He crossed his hands in his lap, looking up at the brunette, a faint grin still etched upon his features.        "--- I'm a creation of the Cybermen, a cyborg, if you wanna put a label on me; but, I prefer 'Murder Machine Extraordinaire.'"
Happy Valentines day to a great person who always makes me smile whenever they show up on my dash. I hope you have a great one :D
I JUST FELL OVER OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU BBY. [ clings ] happy valentine's day bby boop i hope you have a great one as well <3Â
       Joanna began to laugh.                          âWell, I guess we should start makinâ plans, then. After all, weâve both got a common goal, might as well make a start.â
"Oh, I'm thinkin' of a few plans here."        He let out a chuckle, stepping aside as he gestured for her to enter the motel room that he had been staying in.    "--- So, tell me about yourself, Joanna. Species? Planet of origin? Favorite color?"Â
"Well then. Joanna McCoy, at your service. It's a pleasure to finally be able to show m' face, and I must say, yours is much prettier up close."
  "Well, hello gorgeous.                  -- 'm Jason. Just Jason. Nice to actually meet you."Â
Happy Valentine's Day! Would you like the truth to be revealed? Or are you still hooked on the mystery? - Your Secret Admirer
  "---I think I'm ready to know who you are; what do you think?"
       âTadfield, Oxfordshire. You lost, mate?â
       âNo, I'm just asking because I like the sound of the name. -- Of course I'm lost."
no matter what im doing i always end up on tumblr
the supernatural fandom strikes again
     "No."
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to âviolating one or more of Tumblrâs Community Guidelinesâ, but since my wish came true the first time, Iâm putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, ITâS BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didnât think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
YOOOOOOO
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT âITS WORTH A TRYâ SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didnât expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever itâs just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASNâT SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.Â
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDNâT THINK IâD GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND IâM HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHITÂ
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok Iâve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL ITâS AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
   âAlright, Jason. If thatâs your real name, let me tell you something.â She hissed, taking a step closer to the man. âSomething which Iâm sure you already know. Youâre not the first one to corner me to extract information and you certainly wonât be the last. I donât owe you or anyone else anything.â Clara said, surprising even herself. She spoke with a courage she didnât know she had before. This man could rip her apart within seconds after all. Perhaps the fact that she knew he needed her alive was what made her sound so sure of herself. However Clara well knew that everybody had their limits and it would be best for her to handle the situation with wit rather than violence.
  âIâll make you a deal. How about we play twenty questions? An answer for an answer?â
   "Don't even bother trying to be scary," he scoffed, rolling his eyes, "-- it doesn't work on me." The cyborg crossed his arms over his chest as the brunette spoke. He hated it when people tried to scare him off -- he wasn't one to break easily, after all, and he just found it to be annoying. At her proposition, however, he let out a chuckle, his head cocking slightly to the side. Twenty questions? They were going to play a game? Though, as long as he was going to get answers, Jason couldn't really complain.   "Deal. Let's get started."
send me a â for my character's reaction to yours walking in on them in the middle of killing someone.
The New Age.
This is something heâd been through multiple times before, probably a god damn shapeshifter. Something he just didnât want to deal with right now. Upon trying to find the damn Colt and with whatever Azazel, damn yellow eyes plan for Sam was.Â
So looking back at a thing, that looked like him, was no surprise, but he wondered why everyone wanted to take his form. He wasnât the better brother, no that was Sam, he wasnât the smarter brother, that was Sam. Sam was a far better man than he was.
Dean scoffed, Â Â Â Â Â âYeah well, lifeâs full of surprisesâ Â Â He wanted to deal with this preferably before Sam got back. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â âWho are you? What do you want?â
[ now knowing that this wasnât some random attack, the thing standing in front of him looking exactly like him, it was uncanny. ]
Jason didn't dare to take a step forward. Though he wasn't exactly afraid of the man, he got the sense that if he moved, he would shoot; and he definitely didn't need that just then. The cyborg was curious about the other, to say the least -- could this man have been the soldier he was modeled after? It was almost a rhetorical question, though he didn't say it out loud -- this man looked exactly like him, after all. There were a few moments of silence after the man spoke -- Jason wanted to select his words carefully, after all. He wasn't one to come right out and tell someone his mission -- unless he was positive that they weren't going to escape him. It was fun, after all, to watch the life drain from someone's eyes as he told them what was going to happen; but, with this man, he wasn't too sure.      âI'm not saying a word about who I am until you tell me who you are.â [ he decided to say nothing at first -- he was sure he had to be especially wary of this man. ]
