//moving bobby to a side off my main. :3 same url, just new blog bc i’m on there most of the day and that way it’s fairer for bobby? and ye.
he’s over here now.

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//moving bobby to a side off my main. :3 same url, just new blog bc i’m on there most of the day and that way it’s fairer for bobby? and ye.
he’s over here now.
//moving bobby to a side off my main. :3 same url, just new blog bc i’m on there most of the day and that way it’s fairer for bobby? and ye.
he’s over here now.
//moving bobby to a side off my main. :3 same url, just new blog bc i’m on there most of the day and that way it’s fairer for bobby? and ye.
he’s over here now.
//moving bobby to a side off my main. :3 same url, just new blog bc i’m on there most of the day and that way it’s fairer for bobby? and ye.
he’s over here now.
//exams coming up so this blog will be low-activity, but i’ll keep trying to do 1 thing a day at least. :3
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“Y’can’t just pop in whenever you’re bored or those damn demons piss y’off.” Bobby grunted from where he sat at his desk, mug in hand but slowly lowering to set it down. Coffee, spiced with something a bit stronger because it was an early morning and he’d spent the night up doing research.
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“Y’know I’m proud o’ya, don’t you, Dean?” He didn’t say it nearly often enough, but it wasn’t easy. Bobby wasn’t that kind of guy and he depended on Dean knowing that and reading.. well, reading his mind sometimes. It usually worked, but actually saying it couldn’t hurt, right?
leeriverofwordsjordan hat auf dein Foto geantwortet “tentative starter call for when i’m done with new icons and stuff?”
(For Lee or I have a JodyMills sideblog.)
//i mean, can we have both? :3
//i haven’t had this blog re-added to my laptop’s chrome after i wiped it, so it’s been a while, but bobby and jody are now back with me wherever i go, lol. i got some threads to delete and some pages to update, but i wanna get bobby running again. low activity, but like... running. on queue if i have to. i love him and i wanna make it work without neglecting my demon boi.
tentative starter call for when i’m done with new icons and stuff?
Do you prefer baths or showers?
“Do I look like I’ve got time fer baths?”
Write your lonely hearts ad.
“Widower. 50+. Long-time single.Enjoys whiskey, good books, but works a little too much. Can cook, but prefers not to and lives on a salvage yard.
Teeny tiny Dean Winchester, having spotted the mistletoe in the doorway, sneaks up to Bobby as he's sitting in his comfy chair, leans forward onto the tips of his toes and plants a kiss on his cheek. "Mistletoe, uncle Bobby~" [/rolls away snickering betchu didn't see that coming]
( meme )
Bobby had been partly dozing, partly reading up on some lore that needed translating and separating fairytale from fact when the little boy seemingly appeared out of nowhere to press a kiss against his cheek. He smiled softly despite the usually surly expression on his face and ruffles the boy’s hair. “Thanks, son.”
"Dada! Da!" The toddler came running in, almost falling because of his stubby little legs. He giggled, raising his arms up. "Da!"
“Yeah, yeah, careful, son. Don’t want ya fallin’ on yer–” He cut himself off at that. Not that his son wouldn’t realize at some point Bobby wasn’t exactly shy with “bad words”, but he didn’t have to teach them to him before he could speak properly. Hands grabbed at the boy’s sides to lift him up. “You alright, kid?” He hummed, a soft smile playing around his lips.
Wed, bed, behead... three people.
“Uh.”
“Ellen… Crowley… Dick Roman.”
What do you do to destress and relax?
“Alcohol. And a good book. One that ain’t research. ”