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Hair: An Insight

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Literature

In My Time of Dying

The werewolf, now fully a la mode, reared its head back and howled wildly. It faced them with quick snap of its head, animalistic blue eyes glinting fiercely in the darkness of the forest. Dean and Sam each took an uneasy step back, clenching their fists and moving their hands slowly towards their holsters. The werewolf grinned wolfishly and growled at Sam, swiveling around threateningly towards him. “Sam, watch out,” Dean warned with a tone of desperation. Sam swallowed and nodded once, gritting his teeth and wrapping his hand fully around the butt of the gun. Suddenly the werewolf, snarling and bearing inhuman teeth, pounced

Featured

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Jean Grey

This style..

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Literature

The Doctor's Muffins

The Doctor’s eyes fluttered open slowly as he raised a hand to scrape through his mangy bed-ridden hair. He groaned as he sat up groggily, suddenly aware of the warm aroma that engulfed his bedroom. Confused, he wiped his eyes with both hands and hopped up and out of his TARDIS-blue bed sheets, stretching before following the sweet scent out of his room. He narrowed his brow as his foggy mind cleared up, calculating the source of the smell. He inhaled, trying to pinpoint and possibly recognize the familiar fumes drifting down the TARDIS corridors. He continued down the hallway, frowning and trying to track it down, mumbling to himself

Doctor Who

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Literature

Titanium

Time slows. I watch you shout, your small lips move forcefully, slowly. I notice how your veins strain, and your throat bulges with angry words, but I can't hear a word you say. You're talking loud, not saying much. Numbly I stand, eyes fixed on your reddened features and furious posture. I should be afraid of the stance you take, but a strange sense of fearlessness overcomes me and I continue to stand and ball my trembling hands into fists. You criticize, but your bullets ricochet as I step forward again. You're straining with effort, but it's ineffective, and I stand taller. I feel bulletproof, I've nothing to lose, so fire away, fire away

Story Time

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Another Token for Nick

Edits

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Literature

Chapter Four: Decieving Love

Leanne walked briskly down the corridor where she had left Loki to go on his afternoon 'stroll'. Her heart faltered at the memory of the preceding moment, but she shook it off as she continued to venture the Asgardian palace. She reached a balcony that concluded in an emerald spiral staircase. Her eyes darted in either direction as she checked around the corner for a familiar shape. She gave herself the 'all clear' and strode down the elongated balcony. She glanced over at the golden city, the bright sun ceasing to a crimson-gold sunset, dripping into the horizon. She slowed as she reached the staircase, glancing up at its extensiveness in

Loki Tom Hiddleston

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Hair: An Insight

My Face

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