#about bobby

[walkedthroughfires]

I just realized.

Bobby may be gone, but I feel like he'd be proud that he died sober, and not in the grip of his addictions. A decade prior he'd likely have assumed he would OD or take his own life, or get shot by a dealer. A lonely, ugly death.

Instead, he died clean, loved, and with a family. I think he'd be proud of himself for that.

[fatummortem]

While having a conversation with my dear friend, @emmatriarchy​, & they asked me about Bobby’s reforming abilities from Vapor & if he uses it to modify or transform his non-ice form/armor form (human form). So when I got the urge to post this picture & make comments about Bobby looking like he’s going through a Sailor Moon transformation I ended up on a tangent in the tags. So this is going from crack to a headcanon. xD Which got super long so it’s under the cut.

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I do see Bobby making modifications to his body. Mainly for his fear of losing control & his powers, or control of said power goes hand & hand with his mental stability & his physical fitness. Maintaining his ice form alone, can be fairly tiring both physically & mentally when he holds it for over 6 hours continuously. 

This is discounting the times when he’s stuck in his Ice form/armor. When he loses control of his power, he’s essentially trapped within this form. Which also leaves him emotionally disconnected. He was a huge asshole the first time it happened (mainly when he froze the world with the Death Seed), while other’s he purposely goes to the coldest area of the Earth to keep himself from harming others (marvel voices infinity comics)

With further consideration & how Mar.vel’s artists continue to shift his hair from blonde, brown, dirty brown & even strangely, red. I’m not sure he’s fully aware that he’s doing it. Especially when he makes himself gigantic to fight enemies. Which leads to him shifting his body into muscular fist fighting. Either himself or using a golem to do the fight. (Making himself is normally when he has to reform himself in the middle of the fight & isn’t sliding around with a non-combatant.) 

So I do see it as him just changing shape & not noticing he’s left some of those changes behind when he shrinks himself back down to his normal height. Maybe even taking on a few changes he makes to the golem if the fight itself lasts. At least at first, he’d notice when he’s out of his ice form/armor, anyone would but I also don’t see him changing it back unless it’s a ‘oh wow why do i have red hair suddenly?’ or a ‘wow i should not have a spike there o.o’ moment. 

Which isn’t all together healthy, reaching peak physical condition overnight or leaving said alterations to his body to get that peak condition. I don’t think he’d let him think about it, or if he picks up on it just ignores that side of it. (which at the same time could be a fun bit to write with any of my partners’ muses that would know his body (at least his current one) & recognize the changes.

Emma also brought up shapeshifting, which we both agreed that he wouldn’t do anything too intense with shapeshifting because of his past experiences with Raven. However, he already shapeshifts, even forming full outfits out of nothing. Well not entirely out of nothing. 

In this panel, he started with the suit above, the only thing he didn’t make is the staff and the crown, he did alter Loki’s crown however (not sure crown is the right word). He even gave himself that short beard to finish the look off. & it’s all his doing, considering later loki is just ‘you fell for the classic motivational speech, I can’t give you my power. You had it all along blah blah blah.’

I have a feeling those clothes would stay there if he didn’t absorb it back into himself. Or at least i think his o.o reaction for a few seconds when it sticks around would be hilarious to write.

[sammyintheskywithdeanmonds]

once upon a time, in a faraway land, i was tagged by the precious @alexa-alcantara 💞 @usbib974 💞and by my dream girl @wincestismyguiltypleasure 💋 🔥 💕

birthday: february 10th // aquarius

last song I listened to: kiss it off me by cigarettes after sex // or as i like to call it, my new favorite wee/wincest song 

hobbies:  writing, reading, crocheting, going on long walks in the forest (with a machete)

favourite colour: right now, it’s a tie between shiny dark purple and dark turquoise 

last film i watched: the lost boys // finally got around to watching it and OHBOY i knew it would give me these kind of feels™ but i underestimated how wincest-filled it would make my thoughts. the two brothers in this movie have no chill and my dirty mind is here for it 

favourite book: probably something from poppy z. brite (now known as billy martin). his writing is both so fucking efficient and ethereal it’s insane, i could read anything written by him, i actually have, at least everything he published. indulge me while i share some of my favorite quotes

“They were kissing again, carefully at first, learning the shape and texture of each other's lips, testing the sharpness of the teeth behind them. It's too fast, said a panicky voice in his mind. And too dangerous. He'll drink your juices, taste your brain, crack your soul open like an egg! Hell, I think I want him to do all that.”

 “You hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you.” // to this day, it is one of my favorite quotes to use when thinking of a pair of codependent brothers never letting go

“I press my hands against my chest, wishing I could somehow be even closer to him. I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.”

dream job: owner of an animal shelter that would always offer warm tea&comfy armchairs to any weary soul. pet a cat, cuddle a dog, have a nice chat with a dirty-minded parrot, it’ll all be okay. 

url: lucy in the sky with diamonds was stuck in my head while i was looking for an url. so it became this wincesty thing. i still haven’t given up on making that bad photo edit of sammy in the sky with dean shaped diamonds 

thank you for tagging me lovelies and sorry for how long it took 💘 i’m not tagging anyone because i’m late but if you feel like it, please do it 💋

[noditchablepromdate]

[What form would your daemon take?]

Tagged by @twowaywardboys-andanangel

Falcon

Your daemon would take the form of a falcon! You are an intense and shrewd individual. More so than others with raptor daemons, those with falcons are highly tenacious and obsessive over their goals. They are efficient and driven, observant people who become restless when they have nothing to focus their attention on.

Tagging @respect-the-king (Crowley or one of the minions), @familyofhunters @faiththesinfulslayer @sheriffmomvoice

[avengingxmarine]

“One day, the Winchesters showed up on my doorstop and Dean had a gun in his belt.  He was twelve years old.  I’d known that the boys knew how to shoot- hell, I’d taken them out back for target practice myself, but that was too far.  I tries to talk to John about it, but he wouldn’t hear it.  “they need to know the truth of what’s out there, Bobby,” He said to me.  “I need to make sure they’re ready.”

He trained those boys like they were Navy SEALs.  Dean was more excited about it, but Sam was a good shot too.  They were well versed in all kinds of monster lore, they knew the difference between a ghost and a poltergeist, they could field strip a rifle in thirty seconds.  They also never really got a chance to be kids.

John left them with me to go on a hunting trip to Montana, said he would be gone for a week.  After ten days, I started to get worried.  He had a cell phone by that point, but he wasn’t answering it.  The boys were old enough to tell I was worried, but I played it off.  Told them that I’d spoken to John, and that he’d be back for them as soon as he could.  Secretly, I started calling hospitals and morgues all over Montana, seeing if his body had turned up somewhere.

After two weeks, I started calling every hunter I knew to see if anybody could go up there to check in on him.  I couldn't leave the boys alone, that’d make me as bad as John.  Nobody was available- the nineties were busy years for hunters.  All I could do was keep waiting.

It was summer, so the boys weren’t in school.  I did my best to keep them occupied, to keep them from asking too many questions about where John was and when he was coming back.  Sam was the worst, since he was littler and still naive.  He’d believe any lie I told him, but it killed me to do it.

After a month, I accepted the fact that John was dead.  Figuring out how to tell Sam and Dean was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, and I hated John for making me do it.  I sat them down in my living room, but couldn’t even bring myself to say the words.  I had tears in my eyes when I finally said it.  “Boys, your dad’s not coming back this time.”

Sam was so in shock he couldn’t even cry.  Dean, he screamed at me.  Called me a liar, told me that John was too tough to die, that he was just busy with a case, and he’d be home soon.  I wanted to say, “you’re right, Dean.  I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” I couldn’t.  I had to tear that bandage off, make sure Dean would understand that holding out hope for John’s return would only make things worse.  Dean and I have never argued that bad since.  He was screaming, pounding on my chest, cursing me out for not having any faith in John.  All the while, Sam just sat there silent, taking it all in.

I went too far.  In trying to make Dean understand, I said things about John I couldn’t take back.  Things that no son should ever hear about his father.  I said John was an idiot, a damn fool for chasing the thing that killed their mom, and that they’d be better off having been put in an orphanage after Mary died rather than being dragged around by John.  Every bad thought I’d ever had about him, I let out right then and there.  Between that and what happened in Omaha, I’ve told you the two moments I’m least proud of.

Dean stormed off, disappeared into the forest by my house.  For ten hours I waited for him to come back.  As I contemplated having to call the police to help find him, I realized just how much Dean was like his dad.  And that Dean’s reaction was just his way of processing what he must have known to be true- that John really wasn’t coming back.  I’d made things so much worse than they needed to be.  And poor Sam...smart enough to know exactly what was happening, but shy enough to bear it all in silence.  God only knows the pain he was feeling.  

At midnight, I heard footsteps on my front steps.  When I opened the door, there was Dean, holding John Winchester’s hand.

He was alive.  And when he returned, he found his son on the side of the highway, trying to hitch a ride to Montana to look for him.

When John saw me, there was ice in his eyes.  He was so furious at me for what I’d said to Dean and Sam, he coulda sucker-punched me.  He called out for Sam who was asleep on the couch.  Said they were leaving, going to stay with some real friends.

I told you I wasn’t proud of what I said to Dean, but I’m also not that proud of what I did next- I grabbed a rock salt shotgun from my shelf and chased John off my property, blasting the back of the impala with salt as it skidded out of my driveway.

I spent the next few years regretting what’d happened.  Hunting can be a lonely life, but it was a lot lonelier without the Winchesters.”

-  BOBBY SINGER’S GUIDE TO HUNTING, DAVID REED

[walkedthroughfires]

Whatever you do, absolutely don't think about Bobby, the devout Catholic, not being able to have last rites.

[walkedthroughfires]

Y'know what last episode left me wondering?

Who raised Bobby, after his father died? It doesn't seem like he went to his mom. Did the county take him to some kind of group home until he was 18? Foster care?

[fatummortem]

Attend a masquerade ball, get a lover.

the hermit

he rarely ever goes out, and one of the few times he did, he ended up falling for you. was it your laugh that caught his attention? or your striking personality that stood out to him. maybe it was the way you had your hair that way or the color of the ensemble you had on, but he quickly took an interest in you. he still stayed locked up in his towering work place, but you intrigued him. the thought of you distracted him from his work, and soon poems and drawings of you littered his desk. unsent letters piled up by his door. if only he was courageous enough to send them.

the peasant

you caught his eye the very first time he saw you. he absolutely loved every part of you. the way your hair slightly rustled in the breeze, or how your eyes dazzled when they hit the sunlight. the poor boy was love struck. he always made an effort to see you once a day, and tried his best to strike up a conversation, though he ended up a stuttering and blushing mess by the end of it. even though he had close to nothing, he would do his best to give you anything and everything if it put a smile on your face.

the prince

you had always seemed like a pain in his side. you always announced your idea before he had a chance. you beat him in combat training. you impressed the king, his own father, much more than he did for goodness sake! you were a nuisance. everyday he looked forward to besting you in whatever he could. he wanted to get the upper hand at strategy, intellect, brawn, anything. he enjoyed seeing the little face you made whenever he 'won' a part of your game. he awaited your small petty quarrels each day.  you occupied each thought in his head, and one he realized his feelings toward you, he knew it was over for him.

the jester

the jester's job is just to entertain, and thats what he did. he liked his job too, unlike most in his profession. he loved watching people smile and laugh at his jokes, and you were no exception. in fact, after he saw you, you became his main focus. he spends hours coming up with jokes he thinks would entertain you. he loves seeing the way your face lights up and the way your laugh fills up the room. he loves making you happy, and hopes maybe one day he can make you smile without even having to say anything.

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