greasefeather:

demonurian:

Urian smiled slightly to Night a brief moment. “Watch the basement.” He instructed, the dragon rolling his eyes and making an affirming noise before curling up atop the bed. The demon held the woman’s hand, teleporting them easily to a forest clearing, the silence of the woods broken only by the sound of various animals within.

Haven glanced around, smiling when they appeared in the clearing. It was beautiful, and the quietness of the surroundings was perfect. “Wow,” she gasped, letting their hands separated as she spun around. “This is awesome. Thank you.”

"There isn’t a village or any people, at least regular people, within quite a few miles from here. You shouldn’t be bothered." He assured calmly.

whyarehuntersamerican:

demonurian:

"The things you learn." Urian said flatly, shoving one hand into his pocket as he watched her closely. "Depends on what you need. Assassinations, rare items… Extremely rare items. I can get just about anything if I want to."

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She didn’t need any of those things, capable herself. No, this guy, that was what had her interest. “Why would you do that? And at what cost?” He sounded proud of what he did — what better way to get a man to talk than to make him brag?

"Because it passed the time." Urian pulled his pack of smokes out, lighting one before the carton was tucked back into his pocket, only to vanish. "Mostly I operate under the listing of an extremely wealthy person, compensation being monetary or by trade depending on if they have something I want." He was very proud of his abilities, he has fine tuned them to almost a perfection give or take a few flaws.

greasefeather:

demonurian:

"Of course." Urian nodded lightly. "Shall we?" He asked as Night moved to curl up in the bed and slumber again. The demon offered a hand to her.

"Bye bye, Night," she cooed, and gave the dragon one last soft pat on the head before taking Urian’s hand.

Urian smiled slightly to Night a brief moment. “Watch the basement.” He instructed, the dragon rolling his eyes and making an affirming noise before curling up atop the bed. The demon held the woman’s hand, teleporting them easily to a forest clearing, the silence of the woods broken only by the sound of various animals within.

angelichandyman:

demonurian:

Damnit.

The demon offered an easy smile. “That would be wonderful, thanks. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Actually, intruding was exactly what he wanted to do.

Leo nodded. He still had a small bad feeling about the man and just wanted to do anything that he could to make him leave. Like an idiot, Leo ran inside taking his eyes off of the man allowing him to do what he pleased.

Ugh. Must be the Whitelighter. The demon rolled his eyes and shimmered from his spot in front of the house, appearing in the attic as he walked. His lips twisted to a smirk as he reached out and locked the door only to walk towards the book. He had heard the book rejected evil. But he had also heard stories of evil disguising itself and tricking the magical vessel.

Perhaps it would sense his true intention…

greasefeather:

demonurian:

greasefeather:

demonurian:

The dragon leaned his head against her torso happily.

"Night you are supposed to be on *duty* not enjoyin free ribs." Anger was void from his voice even as an amused smirk appeared on his face. The dragon made a sound snuggling to the woman more. "I can see that, Night." We chuckled. "I found a place."

Haven grinned, arms wrapping around the dragon’s head in a gentle hug. “Awesome, where am I going?” she asked as she pressed another kiss against Night.

Urian chuckled softly, walking over to pat Night on the head. “A small forest not far from here.”

Reluctantly moving the dragon’s head from her lap, she stood up, smiling. “Thank you so much.”

"Of course." Urian nodded lightly. "Shall we?" He asked as Night moved to curl up in the bed and slumber again. The demon offered a hand to her.

angelichandyman:

demonurian:

Urian looked in the appropriate directions. Damn it, he didn’t WANT to leave. The demon looked up at the house before him then at the others around before giving a nod. “Any chance I can borrow your phone?” If he could get inside the house…..

Leo eyed the man a little suspiciously. Normally they didn’t let many strangers into the house. They were always at risk of being attacked by demons or the strangers being demons themselves. Leo bit his lip. “Um.. Let me go grab my cell. I’d invite you in, but we just got our floors waxed and my wife doesn’t want anyone to scuff them up.”

Damnit.

The demon offered an easy smile. “That would be wonderful, thanks. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Actually, intruding was exactly what he wanted to do.

greasefeather:

demonurian:

The dragon leaned his head against her torso happily.

"Night you are supposed to be on *duty* not enjoyin free ribs." Anger was void from his voice even as an amused smirk appeared on his face. The dragon made a sound snuggling to the woman more. "I can see that, Night." We chuckled. "I found a place."

Haven grinned, arms wrapping around the dragon’s head in a gentle hug. “Awesome, where am I going?” she asked as she pressed another kiss against Night.

Urian chuckled softly, walking over to pat Night on the head. “A small forest not far from here.”

greasefeather:

demonurian:

greasefeather:

demonurian:

Urian gave a nod before turning to walk away, only to fade.

Night made a chittering humming sound in content happiness before moving to jump up into the bed and lay behind her, tail draped onto the floor. His upper body curled to rest on the other side of the woman, head resting back in her lap.

Haven smiled, running the fingers of one hand along his head while her other hand gently scratched under his chin. She moved her legs so that she was sitting cross-legged on the bed. “Such a sweetheart, aren’t you, Night?”

If the dragon could melt he certainly did, leaning into the scratching. He opened large green eyes to look up at her and leaned up licking her cheek with a large wet tongue.

Letting out a short squeak, she giggled, continuing the scratching as she kissed the top of the dragon’s head. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

The dragon leaned his head against her torso happily.

"Night you are supposed to be on *duty* not enjoyin free ribs." Anger was void from his voice even as an amused smirk appeared on his face. The dragon made a sound snuggling to the woman more. "I can see that, Night." We chuckled. "I found a place."

masteredgarallanpoe:

thefandomtolllbooth:

antoinetriplett:

jolivet:

spaceman-v-spiff:

nescientes:

novacayyn:

carry-on-my-otp:

If Stuntmen from the old movies don’t have your full respect then I just don’t know what to say to you

l tried really hard not to reblog this

Yeah, it is indeed really hard not to reblog a fucking thing.

Can we all agree that the man in the first gif is the manliest man in the world?

Are we just going to all silently acknowledge that the last guy is clearly dead and that we just saw him die. 

HOLD UP FOR A SECOND

ALL OF THESE GIFS ARE ONE MAN

THE SINGULAR BUSTER KEATON

WHILE FILMING THE GENERAL

HE SNAPPED HIS NECK ON THE RAILROAD TIES AND WENT HOME AND ICED HIS BODY

AND CAME BACK FOR WORK THE NEXT DAY

HE ONCE GOT HIS HIP RIPPED OUT OF ITS SOCKET BY A MALFUNCTIONING ELEVATOR AND WAS DISAPPOINTED WITH HIMSELF FOR BEING INJURED

HE ONCE HAD TO FALL 100 FEET DOWN A WATERFALL INTO A NET

A STUNTMAN TESTED IT AND BROKE BOTH LEGS AND DISLOCATED HIS SHOULDER

BUSTER DID THE STUNT ANYWAY AND LANDED WITHOUT A SCRATCH

IN ‘THE HIGH DIVE’

BUSTER DID A TRICK DIVE THROUGH A CARDBOARD DECK THAT WAS CAMOUFLAGED TO LOOK LIKE THE REAL DECK

ONLY HE COULDN’T TELL FROM 100 FEET UP WHERE THE CARDBOARD STOPPED AND THE REAL DECK STARTED AND THERE WAS ONLY LIKE A THREE FOOT MARGIN FOR ERROR

AND WHEN HE HESITATED A SUDDEN BREEZE LITERALLY KNOCKED HIM OFF THE DIVING BOARD AND HE HAD TO JUMP ANYWAY

AND HE MISSED THE REAL DECK BY LESS THAN A FOOT BUT HE MADE IT

IN THE SECOND GIF HE’S RECREATING SOMETHING THAT THE ACTUAL GENERAL PURSUERS HAD TO DO IN THE CIVIL WAR

IF HE MISSES THAT TIE

THE TRAIN WILL BE DERAILED AND HE WILL DIE IN THE EXPLOSION

IN THE THIRD GIF AN ENTIRE HOUSE IS FALLING HE HAS ONE TAKE AND IF HE HAS NOT DONE THE CALCULATIONS CORRECTLY HE WILL BE CRUSHED

HE HAS AN INCH-WIDE MARGIN ON EACH SIDE

AND THE HOUSE LITERALLY BRUSHES HIS LEFT SHOULDER ON THE WAY DOWN

YOU CAN SEE HIS LEFT ARM JUMP BECAUSE HE’S FLINCHING FROM THE PAIN

THAT LAST GIF

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE THAT JUMP

HE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO FALL AND THEY HADNT PLANNED FOR IT

BUT HE SURVIVED

BUSTER KEATON SURVIVED 100% OF THINGS THAT WOULD HAVE KILLED LESSER MEN INCLUDING WWI, TORNADOS, HOUSEFIRES, ALCOHOLISM, BROKEN NETS, CRUSHING DEPRESSION, THE DEPRESSION ITSELF, THE MCCARTHY WITCHHUNTS, THE END OF SILENT CINEMA, AND ABOUT 900 MORE OF THE STUNTS YOU SEE ABOVE

BUSTER LIVED TO BE 70 YEARS OLD

FATHERED LIKE FOUR KIDS AND EIGHT GRANDKIDS

HE CAME OUT THE OTHER SIDE OF ALL THAT

THINKING THAT LIFE WAS GOOD AND PEOPLE WERE WONDERFUL

BUSTER KEATON IS NOT JUST A STUNTMAN

HE IS A GODDAMN SAINT

BUSTER KEATON’S PARENTS WERE PART OF A TRAVELING SHOW.

THEY WERE ACROBATS.

THEY TOOK BABY BUSTER UP HIGH IN THE AIR WITH THEM.

THEY DROPPED HIM.

LUCKILY SOMEONE WHO WAS STANDING UNDER THEM CAUGHT BABY BUSTER.

THAT MAN WAS HARRY HOUDINI. 

HARRY HOUDINI SAVED BUSTER KEATON’S LIFE.

if you don’t think that’s the coolest shit you can get right out.

HE ALSO CALLED HIM BUSTER