SAMLICKER81

"If this is w r o n g, then I don't want to be r i g h t." My OTPs are Wincest and Destiel. I don't care what the divorce papers say. Sam Winchester is still my husband and I'm still Becky Rosen-Winchester and yes, I know the difference between fantasy and reality. { Becky Rosen roleplay blog. I don't claim to be Becky, and none of the opinions expressed by my character are necessarily shared by the mun. This goes for ships, opinions of characters, etc. }

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{ I should probably sleep, before this mood gets any worse and I end up saying/doing something I regret.

This sucks, man. }

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{ Also        I apologize if I'm sort of... out of it, and not all peppy and happy and Becky-ish. I'm going through some stuff IRL, and I'm not really in a good place right now. }

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{ I'm... really tired of this fandom wank, and so much of it, and the shipping wars and the all-over bitchiness I've been seeing as of late. It just upsets me, a lot, and it's doing nothing for my already foul mood. 

Why can't we all just get along? And not make it all about the ships? There's so much more to the show than the shipping, and I wish people could fucking see that for ONCE. 

I love this fandom, but it's times like these that make me question why I do. }

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PSA from Becky to all of you.

Everyone put the shipping aside for like... two seconds, okay? And listen to me.

We all hated it when Carver introduced Ruby, remember? Because he was 'getting in between the boys'. The shippers hated. They hated Cas, too, at first, because he was 'getting in between the boys.'

I have lots of ships. But you know what? The minute you dismiss a ship, or get nasty about it, is the minute I will punch you through your computer screen and give you a verbal beat down that you'll never forget. 

Just enjoy. Don't hate. 

Don't EVER hate. 

Or I will hurt you. 

No ship wars. No hate. 

Just love, guys. We're family. 

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Oh, man, thanks Becky!

Y’know, I should buy you coffee sometime.

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R     Really?

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Yeees?

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I brought you coffee! French vanilla, just how you like it.

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ED!!!!!!!!!

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{ There's a good chance I'll be somewhat scarce tomorrow. If you want to know why, you can see this post. Then again, given the circumstances, I might also be clinging to tumblr like a lifeline. }

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[He moves forward and taps her gently on the cheek, as if he were trying to praise a small child] Have fun, Becky. Make sure to watch your back. [And with that he saunters off, whistling a jaunty tune]

[ Yeah, she's not sleeping tonight. ]

    I don't like this.

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That's the whole point of it. I make you uncomfortable and it amuses me and there makes me smile. Your pain is my gain. And guess what? You don't even have a scratch on you. How very lucky.

    Please leave. 

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Or what? You'll cry? Oh how very scary!

I'm not - I'm not threatening you. I'm asking you to leave. Please. I - I don't like this. 

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I wasn't going to hurt you. I just like making you uncomfortable. It's like a game.

M - maybe you should go.

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Nah, I'd much rather stay here. Watching you squirm is highly amusing.

I - I have a waffle iron, and I'm n - not afraid to use it. 

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No, I'm just watching. I'm bored, you see.

Maybe you should, uh      read a book? Or play a game? 

I - I don't know if I can help you. 

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Hello, Becky.

    Um.

D- Do you need something?