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Hi! I'm Shira Cherelle Pridgett. I'm a twin, LDS (Mormon), and an African American. Some of my dreams are to learn how animate, work in the film and entertainment industry or become a YouTuber. I love SEVERAL types of animation. Whether it be Western, Japanese or Old School!|
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Current Residence: Dallas,Texas
Favourite genre of music: Hip Hop,Rap,Pop,R&B, Some Rock,Gospel
Favourite style of art: Anime,Manganese, Western, DBZ Type
Favourite cartoon characters: Mickey Mouse, Vegeta, Korra, Bolin
Personal Quote: "Lies run sprints, but the truth runs marathons. The truth will win this marathon" -MJ
"You can't love anyone else until you love yourself"
Big Changes (Part 2)Sam sucked in a deep breath, as he craned his neck backwards to even get a glimpse of his now not only older brother, but big brother as well. It felt weird being smaller than Dean again. He took another step forwards, muttering things like: 'this is your brother' or 'why are you so afraid of your big brother?' and 'he's not going to hurt you'.koolangelcakes15
When he got close enough, Sam placed a small hand on Dean's massive boot. "D-Dean?" He mentally cursed himself for stuttering, that can't be help.
"See, look, you're stuttering Sammy." Dean said, looking down. "Are you trying to tell me you're not afraid of me?"
Sam growled. "I'm trying to and I would be able to if you just shut your mouth and let me speak!"
Dean was just as surprised as Sam was himself. Had he really just snapped like that? Dean raised his hands in surrender and before he could speak, Sam beat him to it.
"I know you might think your a monster right now. Right? Right. And you must think, that's what I think of you. But it's not
Big Changes (Part 1)"Sam, I'm heading out to the bar. You coming, or what?" Dean asked from the opened hotel door. Impatiently waiting for his little brothers answer. "Sam..."koolangelcakes15
"Yeah." He answered shortly. "I'm coming, now shut up about it."
Sam walked out of the pathetic little kitchenette area and into the main area where the two beds were. Dean disappeared out the door and started up his Baby. Sam only rolled his eyes. Grabbed laptop and his coat, he slipped it on, locked the door and headed out to the Impala.
"Took you long enough." The elder Winchester snorted. "What took you so long Sammy?"
"It's Sam." He snapped back. "And I took that time to get ready and grab this." Sam held up his laptop. "I'm going to do some research, while you probably get drunk."
Dean placed a hand to his heart, pretending Sam had offended him. "Sammy." He said, rearing the Impala out of the inn parking lot. "I thought, I thought you knew better than that."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Of course Dean, cause you getting drunk isn't n
Friggin Witches 1/?Witches. Friggin witches. Dean and Sam were hunting a witch that loved to mess and toy around with her victims and they were close to ganking the bitch. Though it didn't go as planned. A bright flash of light and a gunshot was all dean remembered before he passed out. Opening his eyes after a few hours, he noticed there was no Sam and no witch in sight, he was in a bedroom. Probably the witches he thought dryly. He stood up to look around and headed towards the window. "Sam you better not have taken my baby" he muttered, it would explain why Sam wasn't there though why would Sam leave dean passed out in the witches room. He looked out of the window and what he saw made him pale and he would admit he may have lost control of his bladder.Ashliixx
Sam. He was gigantic, colossal even. Dean gulped as the realisation hit him. He backed up from the window and sat on the bed in the room. The witch had shrunk him like she did with her other victims except this time he wasn't toyed with until she got bo
Brothers Apart 1Background: In this fic, Sam was hit with a witch's curse when he was 10 and Dean was 14. Unable to find him or his attacker anywhere when the dust settled, John and Dean Winchester were eventually forced to give him up for dead. Unbeknownst to them, Sam was saved from the witch and adopted into a new family, and they've trained him to take care of himself as best he can in the world, and protected him from the witch's gaze all these years. And now...nightmares06
Sam stood at the entrance to the motel room, surreptitiously scanning to make sure he was alone. The last thing he needed was to get captured by a human on one of his morning forays. Neither of his adopted parents approved of his choice to explore the motel during the day. But he'd found that when a room was vacant, humans weren't likely to 'check in' in the morning or early afternoon. For the most part, people would start to arrive in the early evening and night. It was incredibly rare to see anyone sooner. So,
Inseparable ~ Chapter One STANFORD COLLEGESamTheTiny
“Dean, you know we could just call him, or friggin’ knock, right?” Shaun asked as she was set on a table. Dean crawled through the window, picking her up again. “This is more fun.” Dean replied, grinning. They snuck through the house- well, if you could call walking casually through the house sneaking- until Dean was suddenly tackled.
In the fighting, Dean managed to put Shaun on the table. Dean finally managed to pin the man to the ground. “Whoa, easy tiger!” Dean said, grinning at the man beneath him. “Dean? You scared the crap outta me!”
“That’s ‘cause you’re out of practice.” The man flipped Dean over. “Or not. Get off me.” They pulled each other up. “What are you doing here?” The man asked. “Well, I was hoping for a beer.” The lights flipped on.
Reversal of Fate 1Jersey Shore, PAnightmares06
The door to the rundown house creaked open slowly. Dean peered around the edge of the door, gun at the ready. Once he decided the coast was clear he motioned for his brother to follow. Sam slipped in and glanced over to Dean, arching his eyebrows. "So, you're sure that this was the last house the vic was seen in?" he whispered.
"Yeah, of course I am, Sammy!" Dean snapped. "I know how to do my damn job. Friends had him out here on a dare. House has been abandoned for about 15 years. Last owners moved out real fast when they lost their father. Craig here is lucky victim number three to disappear in the house this month."
"So, possible angry spirit?" Sam stepped over fallen chairs in the entryway. "Did their story make it sound like the father died ugly?"
"Not sure yet, couldn't get a clear story from the family. They didn't seem to take kindly to any questions about him, so there's a good chance something happened there that no one wants to rememb
Towering Above (Chapter 3)Gavin could feel his fingers curl in on her slightly and she cringed lightly. She didn't know how to handle a situation like this. She had never been treated with such care and gentleness. This was all knew to her. Not once yet had he meant to hurt her.koolangelcakes15
Well, not yet at least.
His palm was warm. She sat in the middle comfortably and with much more room to spare. If Gavin felt like measuring, she would be no bigger than his pinky. But before she was ready to get off, his hand was at the bed. Tilted slightly, so she was able to slide off onto the soft comforter.
Damon stood to his height and she yelped, backing up so she was away from him as he stood. She cringed and backed away farther. Damon noticed her fear and mentally slapped himself.
"Sorry." He apologized, getting to his knees and laying on the bed, so he was more level with Gavin. "I should really warn you before I stand, huh?"
She shook her head, swallowing back her fear and inching closer to him. "No, its o-okay. Really, don't
Sleepless NightClunmph, Clunmph. - tiny feet made an effort to be discreet as they climbed the stairs to the tippity-top of the giant mattress.Obsess-Confess
A seven year old boy with waves of copper hair and big blue-green eyes peeked up over the edge of the bed. His parents were fast asleep under the emerald sheets, their peaceful breathing forming a unified rhythm. He wobbled a bit as he made his way over. His mom was mostly under his dad's hand. Sometimes, he would ask them questions about their size difference. But to him, he didn't really think anything of it. It was as natural as him as breathing. Gabe put his hands on Jude's knuckle and leaned against it.
"Daddy." Gabriel whispered. No respond. He repeated himself twice more at increasing volumes of desperation and pushed vigorously at his hand.
Jude's eyelids fluttered open, looking around in alarm.
"Gabe." He refocused in his groggy state. "What is it?"
"I can't sleep." Gabriel whined.
A mass of russet waves became dis
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Blind Dates ch2Blind Dates-InotNedloh
I froze in my tracks, staring in horror as this giant being called out my name. He lifted my poor car again! It looked like one of those miniature models of cars in his hands, causing me to shiver again. I quickly realized that he was preoccupied with the car, so I ran towards one of the trees, screaming once again when he yelled something.
I looked back to him for a split second, running into some leathery thing. Backing away, I realized it was his hand. No, no, no! I did NOT come out looking for a date to have THIS happen! I quickly spun and ran off to the left, stopping when my own car came down to block my path. I yelped, fidgeting to open the car door.
"Rosalyn?" The giant asked again, causing me to freeze and look up at him. I flinched, realizing that it probably wasn't the best idea to let him know who I was. I didn't know why, but for some reason this giant knew my name. I was determined to make that the only thing he knew. Opening the