[righteouson-deactivated20160722]

                     ❝      i  got  TIED  UP  ,  an’  it  took  longer  than  expected  to  sort  things  out    —    but  m’  NOT  DEAD.      ❞

[mamxbear-blog]

                     ‘----Well, bring your not dead ass inside and get some                     food before I look you over. You could have at least called.’

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@righteouson

              ‘----I wondered when you’d show your face again.’

[mamxbear-blog]

                              ‘----Hey! Don’t you see me standing here!?’

[mamxbear-blog]

roleplayinthebunker:

“Ben wanted to play knights and dragons. You have to be the dragon, since Ben says that I’m the princess who needs saving,” Dean answered, a tiara on his head and  their son sitting there with a tiny toy sword.

                           ‘----’

                             ‘----What lies have you been feeding him?

[crowlleye]

                                                3.01.1978

[gotinstarblog-deactivated201512]

[maryburgers]

roger it’s time. i hope i have not asked for too much from you but you know what i want.

[thesqhq-blog]

C’mon Roger. I need you.

[growlift-deactivated20161002]

Help me get mew

[umreligion]

signs response to ‘i love you’

okay: capricorn, virgo, scorpio

i love you too: aries, cancer, pisces

i love me too: gemini, leo, sagittarius

*nervous chuckle*: taurus, libra, aquarius

[valorslain]

CHICK-FLICK MOMENT STUFF: I just hit 300 on Dean, so I wanted to do something to show you guys how special you are to me.  ( hint: it’s more than dean loves pie ) I’ve met so many amazing people on here so this is for you guys. You’re all extremely talented and very important, I’m happy you exist. 

RULES: must be following me, likes and reblogs count ( you’re welcome to enter as many times as you’d like ), and you must be a roleplay blog. it’s okay if you’re a sideblog, just make sure to let me know if you are ! ENDS MARCH 31st

PRIZES: one person will win a new theme, and two people will win 100 icons each

THEME BACKGROUNDS: [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]  ICONS:  ( full quality not pictured due to resizing, all are  supposed to be 100x100 ) 

[mamxbear-blog]

                                    ❛----You know, most people KNOCK, Dean.❜

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[valorslain]

☓ ┊ @mamxbear ┊ &. ♥ 〉

     inhale ; exhale, the simple staggered incidents of heartbeats should not HURT so much. with each moment that passes it feels as they lose another piece of the WAR. they lost in a catacomb of dead ends and hopeless long shots, nothing that can come close to stopping amara. there’s nothing he can DO, nothing except fight the lost fight for as long as he can. reflections of guilt howl into the basilisk of his ruin. there’s still so much he needs to take care of ; to FIX. too many people he’s let down &&. left. weary hands with civilizations of calluses press against tired eyes before falling back to his lap. the open contact on his phone sits there with a jest &&. taunt.

      it’s a SELFISH need, the one stirring in the marrow of his bones. he’s risking her life if he calls her, pulling her back into the warpath of shrapnel that is him. but he NEEDS to know. needs to know that it wasn’t all for naught &&. that they’re okay. he made cas wipe their memories, and he doesn’t want to see the aftermath of that ; the vacancy sings in her voice when she says his name. but if it’s all going to END already, its worth it. anything just to know that she’s happy. the click on the other end is a blessing kissed curse. it brings a smile to the curve of his lips &&. a tremor to his breath. 

      the click on the other end is a blessing kissed curse. it brings both a smile to the curve of his lips &&. a tremor to his breath.     ❛  hey, li— ms Braeden ? ❜       the simple FORMALITY of a name which once made its home in between his smile now cuts open both jaw &&. tongue in a flowering of schisms ; written in the dialect of loss. he fights to keep his voice level, impersonal, as if he’s not choking on the air wedged between vocal cords. as if this is NOTHING to him when in truth it is EVERYTHING.  

     ❛ I’m Brian Johnson, with All National Mutual insurance agency. we were, uh, we were going through some old files. cleaning out records an’ all … but I saw that you were in a car accident a couple’a years back an’ I can’t find any claims after that. you guys okay ? ❜  as he speaks, fingers tighten against the phone to match the cobwebs curling inside his voice. it’s getting HARDER to keep everything held behind pursed lips &&. ground jaws.     

      ❛ ——— and if you ain’t busy, d’ya think you can fill me in on what I’m missin’ ? if you’ve got the time, that is. I know it’s a lot to ask, an’ I’m sorry for that. I just- I wanna make sure you’re both safe and happy.  ❜       he tiptoes across the fractures &&. faults of all that has become them. all he can do is PRAY that she doesn’t notice how his voice has taken up root where earthquakes dwell. it wouldn’t make sense coming from just an insurance agent. 

[mamxbear-blog]

Another long day, another long, stress filled day, has Lisa ready to collapse. Between working extra hours at the hospital and dealing with a son who seems ready to reinvent the term TEEN ANGST, she’s exhausted. Sitting on her bed, she’s ready to fall asleep without bothering to take her scrubs off but she remembers that a.) it’s four in the afternoon and b.) she’s got a missed call from a strange number that she’d normally ignore except it’s tax season and it could be important.

Sitting up on her bed, she pulls her phone out opening her voicemail and playing the message. At first, she barely listens to the message as she starts to pull off her shoes and socks but something about the cadence and TONE of the voice catches her attention. She replays the message, the voice too familiar to her. A car accident. A car accident that never happened. And that’s when it hits her. Why this ‘Brian Johnson’ sounds so familiar. Because she knows that voice. Could never FORGET it.

She grits her teeth as she, for some damn reason, plays the message again. How dare he. How fucking dare he call her after what he’d done to her. To her their son. And with some con scheme to lure information out of her because, for the first time in almost five years, he’s suddenly thought about them. Suddenly stopped to wonder what the hell became of them. 

What had become of them? She was taking it day by day. The memories came back to her and to her son and Ben....Ben was FAR from okay. He carried himself like he didn’t care. Like he didn’t care about anything but the change was too close to remembering to be just a coincidence and it worries her. He’s less the SWEET little boy she’d once known and now an angry, hurt teenager. It takes all of her just to beg for the principal not to expel her son when he flips out on another student landing the kid in the hospital. Takes so much effort to get Ben to speak to her without a fight. And don’t get her started on his EXTRACURRICULAR activities.

She brings the phone down swiping to missed calls contemplating whether or not she wants to call him back. A part of her says no. To just ignore the call. But a larger part, the hurt and heartbroken part, eggs her on. Tells her to call him and fill him in. SAFE? Sure. HAPPY? Far from it. Her thumb taps the number and it begins to ring. She hears a click and she’s not sure if it’s him picking up or if it’s voicemail (because Dean would be the one to leave a blank voicemail) and really she doesn’t care as she starts to lay into him.

                                     ‘----You’ve got some FUCKING nerve, Dean Winchester!                                     Who the fuck do you think you are calling me after....you                                     fucking...you...what the hell do you want from me? I thought                                     you made it perfectly clear how you felt when you Retcon’d                                                                         me and my son!’

[prxestes-blog-deactivated202008]

See, v effective. Mhmm.

[mamxbear-blog]

current mood

[mamxbear-blog]

psst

should I post an open babes?

[valorslain]

CHICK-FLICK MOMENT STUFF: I just hit 300 on Dean, so I wanted to do something to show you guys how special you are to me.  ( hint: it’s more than dean loves pie ) I’ve met so many amazing people on here so this is for you guys. You’re all extremely talented and very important, I’m happy you exist. 

RULES: must be following me, likes and reblogs count ( you’re welcome to enter as many times as you’d like ), and you must be a roleplay blog. it’s okay if you’re a sideblog, just make sure to let me know if you are ! ENDS MARCH 31st

PRIZES: one person will win a new theme, and two people will win 100 icons each

THEME BACKGROUNDS: [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]  ICONS:  ( full quality not pictured due to resizing, all are  supposed to be 100x100 ) 

[mamxbear-blog]

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[youpromisedmepie]

“Well then I give up…here” he hands her the instructions and the remaining pieces"

[mamxbear-blog]

           ‘----Don’t give up. C’mon. We’ll do it together. I just thought             it’d be easier if you’d started with the instructions.’