the intro chrous and outro outsold....the unison chorus omggg they know what they are Doinggg
the intro chrous and outro outsold....the unison chorus omggg they know what they are Doinggg
Rupert Charles Bunny (1864–1947) - Portrait de Madame Melba, 1902, oil on canvas
Dame Nellie Melba (Helen Porter Armstrong, née Mitchell; 1861-1931) was a world-renowned soprano from Australia. This portrait was exhibited in the Royal Academy in 1902. Melba is claimed to have said among friends that no one except Bunny liked the portrait when it was completed. She was a patron to an Australian painter, Hugh Ramsay, who was living in poverty in Paris. She also helped him to network in the artistic world.
Set in season 14 and follows Y/N, a young girl from the Apocalypse world as she tries to navigate this new place that she was thrust in after being rescued and the feelings she begins to have for someone she really shouldn’t be having them for.
Warnings: There’s a bit of angst, smut and fluff in each chapter. I will tag the smut chapters appropriately but if you’re following me and reading any of my stories, you know it’s gonna be there. LOL
Maggie sleeps most of the ride back to the Bunker but in the moments she is conscious, she is full of questions.
“So,” she whispers as we cross the Oregon/Idaho border a few hours later. “What is going on?”
“Well, I helped the Winchesters take out a ghost that was possessing toys and…”
“That’s not what I’m talking about Y/N,’ she says with a grin. “What’s going on with Dean?”
I put up a front of ignorance. “What are you talking about?”
“I might be worn out, Y/N/N, but I’m not blind,” she scoffs. "I see the way he looks at you in the mirror. I saw how he checked you over before you got in the car. He was looking for wounds, frantically I might add. The man was terrified you were hurt. And you seem happy. Like really happy; happier than I’ve seen you in a very long time and you know I’ve known you forever; I know you. Something is up. So, tell me, what is going on with you and Dean?”
I can’t help the blush that creeps up my cheeks. If anyone were to notice a difference in me it would be Maggie. Maggie and I became friends in elementary school before our world turned to hell. We played together everyday on the playground and always got along swimmingly. Our friendship continued on into middle school and into our freshman year. She was my best friend and I, hers.
Even when the bombings and the battle began, we kept close. I was there when she lost her parents to the war and she was there to witness how my dad unceremoniously took over and began fighting back. She saw how he tried to keep the whole town safe and out of harm’s way. Maggie had been through it all with me.
If there is ever anyone I needed to confide in, I knew Maggie would be that person. So, I clear my throat and prepare to tell her what is going on between me and Dean.
“Yea, I know.”
“No. I mean WOW!” Maggie says and I have to shush her before the guys hear us. Yes, Sam knows about me and Dean but I don’t want them to know that we are in the backseat gossiping about it.
“Okay, wow what?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. Why was she acting like the fact that Dean and I had had sex was a such a significant event. Well, okay. It kinda was. Maggie and I had always discussed how our first times would be and how we would tell each other as soon as it happened.
“It’s just….he looks exactly like-”
I cut her off before she could finish her sentence. “I know. That was an issue, for me anyway. But I can’t help who I’m attracted to right? And he doesn’t treat me like Dad does-did.” I correct myself quickly. It is likely there are no survivors in our old world. And as much as it hurts my heart to think about it, I know my Dad went down fighting for the greater good.
“So,” Maggie says, looking at me with mischief in her eyes and a wicked smile on her lips. “How was it?”
“Oh my god! Better than we could ever imagine,” I whisper with a giggle. “And you’ll never guess what he likes to do!”
When we pull into the garage of the Bunker, almost all of our friends are there waiting on us, welcoming Maggie home with praises and inquiries on her well-being.
I make eye contact with Dean over the top of the Impala and he nods slightly, causing me to smile. He understands that I want to be with Mags and make sure she is A-Ok. My attention is taken away from him when Nancy, a woman who was a nurse in our world whisks Maggie away; to the infirmary to check her over.
I follow and listen as Maggie explains to Nancy what happened and how the monster had been draining her blood and causing her to hallucinate.
Nancy checks Maggie’s blood pressure and her oxygen levels before pulling out a stethoscope to listen to her heart and lungs. I sit on the little stool at the side of the bed, holding my best friend’s hand in mine.
If anything had happened to Maggie, I don’t know what I would’ve done. She has been my best friend for as long as I could remember. It has always been Y/N and Maggie. If one was seen the other wasn’t far behind; if one got into trouble you can bet your bottom dollar the other was just as guilty.
Nancy takes the ear pieces out of her ear and unclips the monitor from Maggie’s finger. “Well, it looks like you were lucky. I can’t seem to find anything wrong. Just take some time to rest. And maybe next time take someone with you on a hunt?”
Tears well up in my eyes as I listen to Nancy giving Maggie a clean bill of health and shoos us out of the room. I take my best friend’s hand and we run toward her room. I am not letting Maggie out of my sight for a good long time!
It is hours later that Maggie retired for the night that I was in my room, thanking my lucky stars that I didn’t have to say goodbye to her when someone knocked on the door.
“Come in,” I call out and smile when Dean steps in. “Hey handsome.”
“Hey. How’s Maggie?”
“Good. Clean bill of health. Just needs lots of rest and no more solo hunts for a while.”
“That’s good,” he says and I can tell he has something on his mind.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I fold my legs up under myself on the bed and pat the mattress beside me, asking him to sit.
“Are you-” he says. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yea, why wouldn’t I be?” Why is he so worried about me? I didn’t do much on this trip. And I was only attacked once.
“When, when you and Maggie came hobbling downstairs, I saw the dust on you. I recognized it from when I was attacked in the shed. You fought something but you didn’t say anything. I was afraid you were hurt and too scared to tell anyone.”
Oh. Oh! He was worried about me. He was concerned I was injured and hiding it. It was endearing how he was distressed about the idea that I was hurt.
“Other than being way too out of shape to be a hunter, I’m okay Dean. I promise,” I tell him. “I think the vampire that chased the daughter came after me because it looked just like she described. But when I stabbed him, he turned to dust.”
“Yea, it probably was,” he agrees with a nod. “Vampires have to be beheaded to be put down. It was just a figment created by that jackass djinn. Too many hunters met their fate because of him but I put an end to him so no more will die at his hands.”
I lay my hand on top of his, that is resting on his thigh. “We make a pretty good team, you know?”
Dean cups my cheek and leans in, barely brushing his lips across mine. “I think so too.”
With the knowledge that for once everyone was unharmed and familiarity that we already had between us, Dean and I made love into the early morning hours before going to sleep wrapped around one another.
Dean Winchester might look like my father and might even be a warrior like him, but this Dean Winchester has a heart full of love and tenderness, concern and responsibility but also passion and devotion.
And I am falling in love.
@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @wintersoldierwinchester @we-are-all-a-bunch-of-idjits @nancymcl @kazsrm67 @lostdarksoul6
Helena Bonham Carter edit. Follow me on TikTok same username. 🖤🖤
@fila_korea update with Taehyung ❤️ Don't forget like and comment for him ✌️ #방탄소년단 #태형 #BTS #TAEHYUNG #KimTaehyung #V #BTSV #뷔 #방탄소년단뷔 #fashion #musician #artist #singer #dancer #actor #fashionista #vocalist #composer #icon #legend #king #pop #soul #music #sexy #handsome #テテ #テヒョン #てて #金泰亨 https://www.instagram.com/p/CVc5arfr-eG/?utm_medium=tumblr
This Thursday we will be in #JerseyCity with @wherebeatsmeetbars I want to meet the best #MCs and #Singers of all Genres I want to see and meet the best of the best. We will be on location reporting for @therecapwthegoodfellaz celebrating @heritagehiphop & @wherebeatsmeetbars https://www.instagram.com/p/CVc3-Nnlh5A/?utm_medium=tumblr
First gig: This Love- Maroon 5.
Music from last week!🎶🎵🎼🎧🎙🎚🎹🎤🎤 #music #singer #art #gerson #songs #musician #composition #albuns (at Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVc3A5yFWdX/?utm_medium=tumblr
British G!y Singer ‘Boy George’ Creates Song For Akufo-Addo To Pressure Him To Legalize LGBT In Ghana
The discussion of the legalization of LGBT rights in Ghana has transcended the shores of Ghana. Currently, Ghana is on most international platforms over the LGBT bill saga – there are various discussions going on about the legalization of LGBT rights in Ghana. British musician, Boy George has composed a song for President Akufo-Addo to reconsider passing the bill into law. Appearing on the…
View On WordPress
Joe Yorke – Night And Day – La toute première release de la série “Rhythm 45” du label Rhythm Steady Records, irrésistible ! = https://culturedub.com/blog/joe-yorke-night-and-day/ = #roots #reggae #dub #reggaeRoots #rootsreggae #dubroots #vinyl #7inch #rhythm45 #soundsystem #singer #chanteur #vinyle #nightandday #chronique #review #culturedub @joeyorkemusic #rhythmsteady #rhythmsteadyrecords @pupajim.shp @culturedub @chip_huelin https://www.instagram.com/p/CVc0QYXpOnt/?utm_medium=tumblr
Taylor & Camila
ionnalee via twitter:
“what music journalists/writers do you follow for music tips if any? x”
let her know: twitter.com/ionnalee
Happy Birthday Katy Perry