"I Can't Stop." — Millie

Please like, reblog or follow if you’re interested with interacting with a powerful original character toned down accordingly for your fandoms and worlds. Modern fantasy, nephilim (half-angel, half-demon), twin character (younger brother @stratagemichor) and while she isn’t chronologically locked her default age is 16. The character is solid but the few AUs outside of her original are skeleton ideas. Happy and willing to create and tinker with new AUs as needed to roleplay inside your fandom.

Written by Muddy: @firxga / @holyguardian / @returnedtoashes​

I finally finished Leon’s story. Boy was forever on death’s door because I was not smart on conserving resources and three times I stabbed a zombo with the only knife I had to defend myself. It was fun.

Still amazed at his ending though how he has zero acknowledgement for Sherry 😂

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED: SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS ( S2. )

❛ and the worst part is, i don’t even have my holy water! ❜ 

❛ you escaped the clutches of yet another demon. ❜ 

❛ there may very well be a hot dog vendor in chicago who is a bigfoot. ❜     

❛ demons, you cowards! ❜ 

❛ this is like satan’s cement butt hole. ❜ 

❛ i think your douche meter is usually half mast but right now it’s about three quarters full. ❜ 

❛ i think a moon having a boner is about as realistic as ghosts. ❜ 

❛ well the only way to really provoke them is to provoke them! ❜     

❛ i think the ground is cleaner than this couch. ❜ 

❛ holy shit, it’s a jacuzzi tub! ❜ 

❛ i stole them off a woman who died on the titanic! ❜ 

❛ no, no, no, you’re going to scare the ghosts away. ❜ 

❛ if i see people taller than me, i get concerned about them because i think they’re gonna die. . young. ❜ 

❛ jesus christ, do you always have to insult the ghosts at the place we’re at? ❜ 

❛ if george clooney was on the tonight show and you set him on fire, one of his feet would burn and the other one would probably still be planted there on the floor in a very nice shoe — clooney’s flammable. ❜ 

❛ i’ve always gotta’ think about stuff, y’know? like this mannequin in this tub, what’s he doing here? ❜ 

❛ hey demons, it’s me, ya’ boy. ❜ 

❛ it is a very old piece of footage, but so is die hard — still good. ❜ 

❛ so it was aliens? they showed up, gave ‘em ipads, gave ‘em a zune, built the pyramids, left, and that’s it? ❜ 

❛ stop telling the ghosts to follow me home. ❜ 

❛ oh so you’re going to make me sit in the shitty chair? ❜ 

❛ this guy has been inhaling too many cat shit fumes. ❜     

❛ i took an improv comedy class once, ‘cause i’m a white guy. ❜ 

❛ i just got startled by a disco ball. ❜ 

❛ maybe this ghost just loves to blaze it. ❜ 

❛ just, to be fair, fuck christopher columbus. ❜ 

❛ i’m not doing this because i want to steal, i‘m doing this because i want to give the ghosts significant reason to haunt me. ❜ 

❛ hey ghouls! the boys are here. ❜ 

❛ i think everyone needs a hobby, and if you don’t have one, that’s when you’re probably gonna start killing people. ❜ 

❛ i wasn’t fat-shaming bigfoot! ❜         

❛ this is what happens when people are passive aggressive full-time. ❜ 

❛ ghost 101: one, knock book off shelf. week two, hold a candlestick in the middle of a hallway. three…sheets. ❜ 

❛ it looks like one of the conjuring films. ❜ 

❛ anytime you get uneasy, that’s me! ❜ 

❛ if there were a town full of me in the puritan times, we’d have landed on the moon in 1790. ❜ 

❛ we’re just two guys sitting in a tub. ❜ 

❛ demons! you’re not trying hard enough — plunge us into darkness! ❜     

❛ you gotta’ fuckin’ calm down, man. ❜ 

❛ why is it someone who chokes on a peanut doesn’t get a ghost? ❜ 

❛ i think it’s a little bit more fun to believe that humans are capable of some truly horrific things. ❜ 

❛ i’m exposing my cranium to you. ❜     

❛ there’s a good chance tonight is the night you see me die on camera. ❜ 

❛ shadows do tend to follow you though, that’s how they work. ❜ 

❛ this is gonna get a little morbid, but who’s to say that a burning body doesn’t smell like barbecue? ❜ 

❛ i didn’t even get to do all the things on my bucket list. ❜ 

❛ i don’t wanna be a ghost hunter, this is all bullshit! ❜ 

❛ you keep tricking me into talking to them, you fuckin’ dickhead! ❜ 

❛ spooky, huh? ❜ 

❛ is it very european to — to burst into flames? ❜ 

❛ and i guess this is where we’re fuckin’ sleeping because we’re idiots. ❜ 

❛ ( wheeze ) ❜ 

Blood type: loyalty

(via grooovy-q)

Jason Kolchek Timeline

I've been scouring Marine websites all day for this fic, just to see if it was a possibility to become 1st Lieutenant at 30 after 20 months of service.

The answer to that is, it's possible but not probable. You'd have to pass every single test, everything they throw at you in one go, show exemplary command, tactis, and leadership and basically be the best of the best there is. Which I suppose the game says Jason is, so he could have done it.

What does he need for that.

1. A four year college degree. Doesn't matter in what it was, but he graduated college at some point. (Between 18 and 28, anywhere, didn't result in a well paying job, which for that economy, wasn't strange.)

2. He either did the NROTC program or the Officer Candidates School (10 week program), you pass the OCS and you become a second lieutenant in the marine corp. From there on you are sent to further training for six months.

3. In total you need to serve (training is included in this, it counts as serving) 18 to 24 months in order to be promoted to 1St. Lieutenant. We know Jason served about 20 months (Oct 2001 - May 2003), so it would be a fast promotion, but it's certainly not outside the realm of possibility. Not very probable, but possible.

4. We know Jason was a stoner in Sept 2001. So he either was secretely fit as hell or he trained (honestly, the physical tests are generally the easiest to prep for since it's the only one you CAN control) Especially if he kept generally fit, he wouldn't have great trouble passing it.

So based on that, I'd think it's possible that he got to first Lieutenant that quick. Would anyone in his situation be able to actually replicate it. eh maybe.

Oh, bless your heart. There is nothing anyone can do. Not even Jacob.

By the way, young Jacob has adopted Jason from @returnedtoashes​ because he is actually a n annoying blessing as a little brother. And there is nothing anyone can do. 

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Jacob was only steps behind Miller. Where he went, Jacob followed and vice versa. It had always been like that, for all their time together in military now. So this didn’t end when the world around them seemingly did.

Miller had his eyes on Kolchek, that meant Jacob had his eyes on Miller himself – and anything that could threaten him. But the enemies were screaming themselves. Curses in their native language mixing into a sharp ‘Oh Shit!’ he could hear coming from King. And the rumble all around them.

Jacob could see the earth opening up in front of them a moment earlier than Miller – and he heard his order for him to run. But that didn’t matter. Jacob would’ve never turned and ran away. He saw Miller fall, rubble all around him as if the ground had just become liquid. An ocean of cracked rocks in a fucking storm. Jacob’s free hand just hooked into the belts of Miller’s backpack, holding as tightly as if his life depended on it.

He would’ve jumped after him anyway.

Falling from the light into pitch black darkness felt absolutely unreal. Time slowed down for a moment, drawing out like honey dripping from a spoon. Nothing was coming for them. They would die. Jacob was sure they would just fall into the depths beneath these mountains and that’d be it. Would it be painful…? No… a fall was too sudden. They wouldn’t feel anything at all…

Luckily their fall didn’t end in death – only several feet below. And it hurt like fucking hell. Sand softening the blow just a bit as the pendulum of time swung back the other way full force and everything happened at once. Jacob could feel his body slamming against rocks and sliding down half a slope. Their surroundings adding gashes and bruises until they suddenly rolled to a stop. His hands were still clawing at his weapon – and at Miller’s backpack.

Lying on his back, for a moment Jacob could only stare up to the glaring light above, trying to force air into his lungs again as his mind slowly caught up. Light above. Fall. Darkness around them. They were below the earth. In that… silo?

“Fuck!”

Startling up, Jacob could tell by his aching body that he was fine. Nothing broken. No blood, no wounds. And finally he let go of Miller’s backpack just to kneel beside him in the next moment, hands on his arm.

“Miller?! Are you okay?”

Miller was certain he was plunging into death’s embrace. The rubble falling around him added to the dire reality of the situation, the fall so sudden it was like a hell had opened up right beneath his feet to swallow him whole. He closed his eyes tightly amidst that freefall between the light of the world above and the darkness stretching out beneath him...

Rather than a light at the end of a tunnel he was greeted with the harsh impact of rock and sand. It was only then that he realised he wasn’t alone in his fall — where his frame seemed to slide to a stop, he felt a pull, which sent him rolling even further. It felt like his face and body had been volunteered as some makeshift sled for kids to ride down a slope.

He exhaled a hard breath, hearing that curse behind him. Jacob. Of course he was right there with him, he wouldn’t ever run from something like this. Wherever one went the other followed but his best friend took that to an extreme. Had he leapt into that fall to be there with him?

“Uggghhhhh my face.” he complained, forcing himself up to his knees slower than Jacob had. It was as though he hit the ground and bounced back to his feet like it was that simple. “Do you have airbags in your uniform or what?”

It was the first thought that came to mind. Cracking some stupid half-joke. Jacob was a lot more rough and tumble than most men, very little slowed him down so it was really no surprise that he was able to throw himself back into action so swiftly. That resilience had kept him alive through situations many others would have failed.

No, his words meant to take the edge off. He didn’t want him to be caught in a state of worry.

“I’m fine... I guess.” Miller had to roll his shoulder and stretch. It was just pain from the impact. He picked himself up before Jacob could attempt to pull him to his feet, ever the one to pull and push through obstacles. It was almost as if he liked keeping him around or something. Not once had he been left behind.

“What is this place?” He clicked on the torch over his headset taking a moment to look around. It wasn’t a sophisticated military structure or any such building. It looked like ruins. Something that had been buried for hundreds, if not thousands of years.

There was little time to stand idle. Through the dark of the cavern voices rang out in the distance. It sounded as though there was trouble of some kind, he could only make out the shouting but the words weren’t clear this far away. “No— The Republican Guard are down here with us. We have to help!”

You know, I didn’t come back to Korea to do things like this

nice work, hotshot