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A pic for Valentines last month! Who will be Poppin’s date? Pause or screencap the gif to find out!

HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE // @prosewrote​

   THE THING DEAN hated most about fighting demons was that their vessels, alive inside or not, sprayed human blood regardless of the possession. They created a mess, one that made him feel tainted and disgusted by the time he was through, knowing that the bodies had once belonged to normal people, good people. But even so, a job was a job, and doing the unpleasant things that regular people could not was a hunter’s duty.

    IT DIDN’T MAKE the stench of death any less intrusive, nor the slick of blood in his hands from his wet knife and the smear across his cheek from a careless wipe any less foul. It got him through, helped him to endure, and that was truly all he could ask for. Especially when he was staring down at a back alley of four corpses, destroyed by his own hands, the demons inside excised by force.