me: I'm going to bed early tonight.
me:
me: is that the sun
12percentpepper: [Whispers in ear] I want to do the dirtiest things to you. {pass on to the first 10 blogs on your dash and see their reaction}.

"…"

New Born Blood Sucker || vampire!au || callmeladyrobinson

Gretel had been… suspicious of Jack, to say the least. Her boyfriend was acting perhaps a bit jumpy as if he was hiding something from her, and the huntress didn’t like it one bit. 
'He's probably fucking cheating.' she thinks one day when he disappears and she can’t find him anywhere, and that makes a wave of anger course through her.

That’s why tonight she followed him. When he had sneaked off, she trailed him quietly, ready to see who this girl was so she could rip her fucking throat out. But when Jack had come to a stop, it hadn’t been in front of a girl. It had been in front of 3 men in an alley way. Men. I use that word lightly. There was something about them that was a bit… off, a bit inhuman. Gretel, you were so off about the cheating. Still, Gretel stayed in the shadows, waiting to see what played out. 

Let’s get to know the girlfriend || mentemvirtus

Gretel was late, and found herself rushing from her jeep into the restaurant with as much speed as she could muster. Witch hunting had kicked her ass that day- not that Juliet needed to know that. It was honestly a miracle one of her cuts hadn’t re-opened, and gotten blood somewhere on her.

She was dressed as she usually was. As much as she didn’t want Frank’s girlfriend to hate her, she wasn’t going to wear a skirt with heels or anything. She only does that if she absolutely has to while dealing with the Robinsons. No, she was dressed normally. Leather jeans, a white v-neck and combat boots with her hair pulled back into a braid and no make up. It felt easy. It felt normal.

… However going to lunch with someone she barely knew didn’t.

Pausing and hesitating for a small second in the entrance of the restaurant, she walked forward, hovering until she saw a faintly familiar swath of blond hair. “Juliet?”

// Okay, so i’m gonna write up 2 starters really quickly, and then I’ll be heading off not that you could really tell I was ever on.

#ooc

playingwithmeisplayingwithfire:

                                          {If you’re a                                    

                                               gun,                                     Sarafine

                                          then I’m a                                Marcellous         

                                           forest fire.}                                Grant 

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Grey’s Anatomy + powerful female moments

theominousbird:

theominousbird:

"I envy you rather awfully," Lenore slurred, resting her head on the table.

"That was not my intent."

"I didn’t think you were."

factecards:

Red hair was considered to be associated with intense sexual desire and moral degradation in medieval times. Redheads were often regarded as werewolves, witches and vampires. Spanish Inquisition believed that their hair was the sign that they stole the fires of hell. - http://factecards.com/red-hair-considered-associated-intense/ - see more factE Cards at - http://factECards.com

// SO THIS IS WHY MINA WAS A RED HEAD

#ooc

lancashiresassyoung:

Her head was suddenly ripped from the water and she was coughing, gasping for every shred of air she could get, scared that she might be shoved right back down. Were they toying with her? No. That’s when she heard Gretel’s voice demanding they let her go. The grip on her body slowly loosened, then she was released entirely, and she stood up, wrapping her arms around herself, half her night clothes soaked through and her hair dripping with water.

The villagers didn’t know what to think, what to do. Rosie was shivering, more grateful to this woman than she could express. But she was also too tired to really say much. The mayor came storming up—it was apparent he was furious. Once he’d explained who Gretel was and ordered everyone to return home, Rosie mustered up the energy to talk.

"Thank you, Gretel. You saved my life."

"Welcome." she said, wiping her gun off before putting it back away in the holster. She was unfazed with this as she had seen a hundred times before for tons of different reasons. A women who was picky with who she chose to sleep with: witch. A women who had views ahead of her time: witch. A women who dared to be good at medicine or reading: witch. It was amazing what idiots would believe when they were fead it from high ranking male officials, or what people would assume when they had no one to guide them. ”Anybody with half brain could see you weren’t a witch.” She went quiet, nothing more to say, and still in work mode.

"You live around here?" she asked even though she had already assumed she did. It wouldn’t surprise her if she was. Come from out of town: witch. "Come on, I’ll walk you back." she offered.

Mythology | Artemis

I sing of Artemis, whose shafts are of gold, who cheers on the hounds, the pure maiden, shooter of stags, who delights in archery, own sister to Apollo with the golden sword.Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks she draws her golden bow,rejoicing in the chase, and sends out grievous shafts.  The tops of the high mountains tremble and the tangled wood echoes awesomely with the outcry of beasts: earthquakes and the sea also where fishes shoal.  But the goddess with a bold heart turns every way destroying the race of wild beasts: and when she is satisfied and has cheered her heart, this huntress who delights in arrows slackens her supple bow and goes to the great house of her dear brother Phoebus Apollo, to the rich land of Delphi,there to order the lovely dance of the Muses and Graces.  There she hangs up her curved bow and her arrows, and heads and leads the dances, gracefully arrayed, while all they utter their heavenly voice, singing how neat-ankled Leto bare children supreme among the immortals both in thought and in deed. [x]

gretelthewitchhunter: {to Jack} "You! I've fucking missed you!"

callmeladyrobinson:

callmeladyrobinson:

[Text] Sorry, luv. I had some family problems to solve. I’ll back soon as possible xx -J

[Text] Are you okay? -J

[Text: Boss] Two days. I’m on my way back home. I promise -J

[Text: Boss] Is Hunter taking good care of you, baby? -J

[text: wolfie] Okay

[text: wolfie] Yeah. He misses you too.

How Papa Jack teaches his children to like music and their reaction

gretelthewitchhunter: {to Jack} "You! I've fucking missed you!"

callmeladyrobinson:

[Text] Sorry, luv. I had some family problems to solve. I’ll back soon as possible xx -J

[Text] Are you okay? -J

[text: wolfie] how much longer?
[text: wolfie] I’m fine. Bored as fuck but fine.

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