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Sat, 27 Apr 2013 11:42:55 -0400

The Mysterious @VinnyT_BD Mat was perplexed as I drug him back...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 22:17:27 -0400

The Mysterious @VinnyT_BD

Mat was perplexed as I drug him back to my apartment, a little paranoid after the mysterious Vinny left Supernatural in such a rush. I had a feeling Mat knew more than he let on, but he started telling me more and more about the vampire world, its inner workings. He wasn’t going into much detail, but I could tell he thought that “Vinny” wasn’t just another interested vampire. He was interested in me and Mat.

Mat seemed to think it was in just me, but I knew better. Only a few people knew about Matheus, but a LOT of people had seen him at the bar. We’d managed to come up with a loose theory or two.

Option A: They’d heard about Mat’s death and his obvious lack of dead undeadness… They could want me to raise someone else, which we both knew would be very difficult. I was able to raise Mat because he’d fed on me, we had a blood connection. I was able to raise him with a sacrifice of my own blood. Which led me to believe that if I were asked to do it again, unless the vampire had fed on me I wouldn’t be able to call them with my blood. They’d never tasted it.

Option B: They knew my magic was incredibly powerful because of what I was able to do. Raising a vampire that had met the true death, as I knew it, had never been done before. Witches and vampires had a terrible relationship. Even if a witch COULD raise a vampire, why would she? ….Scratch that. One witch had raised a fallen vampire. And brought that vampire back as a were. But in a dead body. And that changed him, beyond recognition. But whether it was the events that led to his undeath or the final death itself that changed him we’d never know.

I’d brought back Matheus to his old self, like the time that had passed was minute. Brought him back as a vampire, then man he was when he’d been killed. There was no necromancy involved.

It was pure, good, powerful magic. And if Mat was right… I’d drawn attention to myself.

We didn’t know what Vinny wanted, who he actually worked for, or how far up the vampire food chain this went, but I would have to stick close to Mat in case Vinny decided I needed to meet his bosses.. Without my permission.

~respelling Supernatural~ Mat and I had spent the better part...

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 16:49:09 -0400

~respelling Supernatural~

Mat and I had spent the better part of Saturday cleaning out the liquor stockroom, laying all the bottles out along the counter. He’d been great about reordering, but with no witch here while I was in Montana, the customers had found bigger, better, newer places to go than our small bar.

So, it was clear we needed some added enhancements to the existing spells and new additions. I had him peel back the molding around the two exterior doors so I could lay them with herbs, spelled to make the person long to return. I took the same herbs and mixed a potion, tasking Matheus to opening each bottle, dropping a single drop into each of the bottles of liquor then resealing them with his vamp strength.

After we’d finished, he wanted me to show him some magic, see if there was any natural ability. I found that interesting, since I didn’t know of any vampires who could perform magic. Since most magic called for the help of the elements and the spirits, since vampires were dead, it was assumed they didn’t have the connection to the living earth that most Wiccans called on for their power.

Since it was time to open the doors, I promised Matheus that we would try to do a spell tonight, after the bar was closed. We still needed a server and a doorman. Mat and I would try our combined “powers” to see if we could lure in someone to help.

sdzsafaripark: Introducing Shomili (Mili for short), the 65th...

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 23:39:24 -0500

sdzsafaripark:

Introducing Shomili (Mili for short), the 65th greater one-horned rhino born here. Help us welcome her to the world.

kissmehereplease: And that “good night” text means you are the...

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 23:37:31 -0500

kissmehereplease:

And that “good night” text means you are the last thing on their mind before they go to sleep. Who does not LOVE getting either one of these. :)

Dear @KillianleBlca This is why I love your good morning texts! Love love love Your babygirl

pupsdeadgirl: queennenuphar: *falls over laughing as I hand...

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 23:28:25 -0500

pupsdeadgirl:

queennenuphar:

*falls over laughing as I hand him my humans ‘water bug’ killing helmet* Poor homey! *snicker* his war cry! *lives in Texas.. this bug aint no thang*

noellamckenzie:

This is the funniest motherfucking thing I have ever seen in my life.

*Cracks the fuck up* “You came into the wrong muthafuckin’ crib!”

THIS IS WORTH ANOTHER REBLOG. still the funniest video I think I’ve ever seen. HA!

bikini-crazed: 104days-ofsummervacation: i could feel my blog...

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 10:52:53 -0500

bikini-crazed:

104days-ofsummervacation:

i could feel my blog missing something…this is it

This better be transparent!

Aw cute :)

laughingsquid: Dog Patiently Waits For a Little Boy to Play in...

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 15:15:47 -0500

laughingsquid:

Dog Patiently Waits For a Little Boy to Play in a Puddle

YES!!!!!

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 18:13:35 -0500

YES!!!!!

Opening with a Bang

Mon, 29 Oct 2012 20:31:07 -0400

By Mark Hutson, (AP News, Shreveport)

Saturday night brought Bon Temps and Shreveport their newest night life spot. It also brought gunfire.

An unidentified gunman attempted to injure a wolf on loan from the Shreveport Wolf Sanctuary. The Fellowship of the Sun has taken responsibility for the attack. The wolf was injured and treated by local veterinarians and was returned to her kennel to rest.

The new bar, Supernatural as its called, was closed Sunday to clean and Monday so it’s owner could rest. Police suspect Supernatural was targeted due to its provocative name and the nature of its decor.

If you’d like to sample the decor and the drinks Supernatural has to offer, they are open Wednesday - Saturday. Firearms are not permitted.

How to escape after being buried alive in a coffin.

Mon, 29 Oct 2012 19:34:17 -0400

How to escape after being buried alive in a coffin.:

undeadcracker:

freakology101:

timesnewromney:

shickhard:

It could happen to anyone. People bury a person alive to scare them or to get rid of them. In this situation, rely only on yourself.

Do not waste oxygen. In a classic coffin there’s only enough oxygen for about an hour, maybe two. Inhale deeply, exhale very slowly. Once inhaled - do not swallow, or you will start to hyperventilate. Do not light up lighters or matches, they will waste oxygen. Using a flashlight is allowed. Screaming increases anxiety, which causes increased heartbeat and therefore - waste of oxygen. So don’t scream.

Shake up the lid with your hands. In some cheap low-quality coffins you will be able to even make a hole (with an engagement ring or a belt buckle.)

Cross your arms over your chest, holding onto your shoulders with your hands, and pull the shirt off upward. Tie it in a knot above your head, like so: This will prevent you from suffocating when the dirt falls on your face.

Kick the lid with your legs. In some cheap coffins the lid is broken or damaged already after being buried, due to the weight of the ground above it.

As soon as the lid breaks, throw and move the dirt that falls through in the direction of your feet. When it takes up a lot of space, try pressing the ground to the sides of the coffin with your legs and feet. Move around a bit.

Whatever you do - your main goal is to sit up: dirt will fill up the empty space and move to your advantage, so no matter what - do not stop and try breathing steadily and calmly.

Get up. Remember: the dirt in the grave is very loose, so battling your way up will be easier than it seems. It’s the other way around during a rainy weather however, since water makes dirt heavy and sticky.

JUST TO PROVE TUMBLR HAS A SURVIVAL GUIDE FOR FUCKING EVERYTHING.

just in case guys

Aftermath ~ @KillianleBlca

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 14:37:45 -0400

I tossed and turned in the bed he’d put me in, presumably a spare room, my shoulder burning with each movement and effectively securing me in the world of the waking. The smells were stale, it was clear no one had spent any real time in this room as of late. I wondered why he had such a large house just for himself, if there had ever been a Mrs Killian but it didn’t seem like there would have been. He struck me as different.

So I laid awake and strolled the Shreveport news station’s website on my phone. I’d have news to write Monday morning, and it would be about my bar. Maybe I should give the story to Mark instead, it could be an exclusive for the Bugle… My mind wandered down the roads of possibility until I was jolted awake and alert by the door downstairs, heavy feet moving up the stairs. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep the way a kid would pretend when mom or dad checked on her. I was curious to see what Eli said about the shooting, if Killian was in trouble for letting someone slip in.. the light from the bathroom was interrupted by his presence and I opened my eyes again as his shadow passed.

Was it the light that made him seem… crimson?

I felt slightly guilty at my supernatural grace as I slipped from my bed silently. My eyes, ears, and reflexes were superior to Killian’s, and I was definitely going to exploit that to my benefit.

His attention was on his hand, and I wondered as I crept closer to the bathroom if he’d found the guy and hit him. It made me feel a little smug.

But as he turned slightly, I got the full picture. He wasn’t wearing the coat and crisp white dress shirt he’d worn to the opening. Now he was clad in the same suit pants but shed the shirt, a white undershirt now that clung to his chest, matted in places from what I knew was blood.

He’d found him.

He’d definitely hit him.

I crossed my arms over my chest, watching him tend to the hand. His knuckles seemed swollen from here, and he was picking…something…out of the broken skin.

I was backing up before my mind was really aware of my body’s decision to. Realization was slowly dawning on me, and I didn’t want to be out here in the hall exposed when it finally finished.

I crept back into my room and sat on the bed, not aware of the creak it made.

He’d killed him.

There was too much blood and… pieces… for the guy to still be alive. I found myself less worried about the person he’d killed, and more worried about the aftermath. Was that healthy?

Did he clean up after himself? (Of course he did, he does this for a living.) Is he hurt? (Apparently only his hand, everything else seems to be ok.) Can I help him in some way? I had lavender and sage in my bag, and I’m sure there was a white candle somewhere in this house… I could heal his hand. If the cops came around asking questions, there would be no physical evidence that Killian had laid into anyone. And if needed, I was a great alibi…

Was I disturbed that I’d just thought my way around covering up a murder? Committed by the man I was …were we dating? Sort of… he’d kissed me, more lately than anything… My reverie was interrupted by a shadow across my lap. The light from the bathroom still shone in my eyes, however.

“How’s the hand?”

i just died…

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 11:16:36 -0400

i just died…

nashoverstreet: Me and my homeboi @bradyleffler reppin the best...

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 10:07:07 -0400

nashoverstreet:

Me and my homeboi @bradyleffler reppin the best year.

aww <3 y’all are three years younger than me….

vhxtv: VHX is proud to present BEAUTY IS EMBARRASSING, a...

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 09:39:32 -0400

vhxtv:

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While you’re watching it, you’ll have a hard time resisting an urge to get some artwork for yourself!

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Sun, 28 Oct 2012 09:36:31 -0400

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Wed, 17 Oct 2012 18:17:43 -0400

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Wed, 17 Oct 2012 18:17:09 -0400

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Wed, 17 Oct 2012 18:16:51 -0400

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Wed, 17 Oct 2012 18:13:00 -0400

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