Too old for this crap

My name is Bobby Singer. Hunter. Now what the hell do you want? |RP/ask blog| tag:papasinger| |PM for SKYPE info|

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Synonyms for "I love you".

"Did you eat enough today?"

"Are you still hungry?"

"How much sleep did you get last night?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Do you need me to spend the night?"

"My phone will be right by my pillow."

"Call me, please."

"Your smile is beautiful."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you."

"I've got your back."

"I appreciate what you do for me."

"Don't forget to buckle up."

"Put the phone away while you're driving."

"Call me when you get there."

"Thank you."

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[[also I fucking love Rowena... I need a Rowena and a Crowley and some crobby meeting mom... bc rowena.

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[purrpletartan]

To the Cas/Misha fans posting Mark hate in the Mark Sheppard tag: FUCK OFF! The tweet was not a Castiel!hate tweet or Misha!hate tweet. Mark found it funny that’s why he retweeted.

The funny thing is Jensen, Misha and Jared tease Mark with stuff like that all the time and it’s fine with you guys, but as soon as someone says anything mildy against Castiel you people freak out over it! You all need to grow up and stop taking things so fucking seriously.

*bangs head against brick wall in frustration*

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((Mun is 27 today

raining and fibro is bad. LOOKS LIKE TODAY IS LIQUOR DAY.

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OMG you're so short! that is so cute <3

N-nnnuuuu shhh ahh u_u

[the-youngmaster-deactivated2014]

Reblog this with your mun and muses height.

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MUN: 4′11″ (1.49m) ;-;

MUSE:  5' 11" (1.80 m)

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“Ahah... ok now you are cute.” he snickers.

[two-fingers-of-craig]

Cat M!A|| [Open]

“I’m going to find the person responsible for turning me into another bloody fur-ball and I’m going going to flay him open with my claws!”

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“damnit Crowley... not again.” he huffs and rolls his eyes, “You scratch me or the couch and Ill get the pet carrier.”

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Send me UNPOPULAR opinions (or popular, it doesn't matter) and I'll rate them like this:

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strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

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Crowley couldn't help it really. He was older than most creatures alive and he needed to vent, too. Admittedly, his way was...extraordinary, but it'd become some sort of tradition. So, here he was, furry, black, walking on four legs with a sly tail swaying up over his butt and prickly little fangs bore into the hunter's hand. /Pay attention to me/. (Ok i had to)

“OW!! YOU LITTLE SHIT!” he huffs and shakes the little cat off. “Quit it you little brat or I ain’t turnin’ ya back.” He wasn’t amused that his mother thought this was funny, Rowena was at the top of the current shit-list.“I already didn’t get cats… this is a pain.”

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“DAMNIT CROWLEY! STOP…. holy crap this is exhausting…” He lets him meow for a few minutes before he trudges over to the kitchen. “You want food? You whiner.”

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The cat would’ve smirked if physically possible, tail swishing back and dmforth as he waited, meowing loudly and very clearly. When Bobby came closer, he huffed out a breath and snuggled around his legs, purring and spreading his scent. A slightly different meow. /Yes./

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Bobby rolls his eyes and opens the fridge. “Don’t have cat food... left over roast beef will have to work.” He makes a small plate of shredded meat and puts it on the floor. “Hope that pleases the tiny king.” he sighs and pets the soft cat.

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Ask muse opinions on the mun.

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OLD MAN

LOUD SON

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Crowley couldn't help it really. He was older than most creatures alive and he needed to vent, too. Admittedly, his way was...extraordinary, but it'd become some sort of tradition. So, here he was, furry, black, walking on four legs with a sly tail swaying up over his butt and prickly little fangs bore into the hunter's hand. /Pay attention to me/. (Ok i had to)

“OW!! YOU LITTLE SHIT!” he huffs and shakes the little cat off. “Quit it you little brat or I ain’t turnin’ ya back.” He wasn’t amused that his mother thought this was funny, Rowena was at the top of the current shit-list.“I already didn’t get cats… this is a pain.”

[thekingsparty]

Purring happily and rolling around on the hunter’s lap, said highness almost missed the junkyard cat part. Only he didn’t and ears perked up wide, judging hazel eyes lay on the hunter’s face. Are you kidding me? Fangs bore into the hunter’s hand again, a simple warning that even like this Crowley would get what he wanted.

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“OW! Shit-” He flicks the cat on the nose and puts him back on the floor. “You sound like you are fancying a trip outside.” He squints.

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Crowley hissed at the other, stretching long and far for his paws to press against the couch, claws sinking into the fabric again and again while he glared at the other. /Do not test me, Robert./ Claws retreated, Crowley huffed and turned around, sauntering over to the kitchen to sit in front of the fridge where he meowed loudly.

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“DAMNIT CROWLEY! STOP.... holy crap this is exhausting...” He lets him meow for a few minutes before he trudges over to the kitchen. “You want food? You whiner.”

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