#askthetrickstergabriel

[janetmelodypondsong-archive-blog]

@ [Oops, what is this? An archangel being revived and bumping into your askbox? By the way, Janet of course. Sorreh not sorreh.]

Your muse has suddenly snuggled up with mine in bed, send me a @ to see my muse’s reaction.

//What's that the sound of? Why it's me, screaming my biggest fangirl scream bECAUSE FRIEND//

After a week long hunt with the Winchesters, Janet was finally able to come home and hopefully at least get some sleep before meeting up with the boys again to figure out the next immediate plan of action. But around two in the morning, there was a sound of flapping feathers, and then the feeling of one side of her mattress pushing down.

Next thing Janet knew just before she was in a state of pure sleep and ignorance, there was something - or someone - snuggling up behind her, to which she glanced over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with one hand and brushing her blonde hair out of her face with the other.

"Gabe....? Da hell, man? Can I help you with something?"

[janetmelodypondsong-archive-blog]

ask-the-trickster-gabriel replied to your post: Welp…nothing really much to do right now….guess...

OMG PRIEST I HAVE A ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR BLACKHAT YOU KNOW FUCK PRIEST *TACKLE HUGS*

WHAT YOU DO -is tackled- GIMME THE URL WOMAN I NEED THIS FOR REASONS

[janetmelodypondsong-archive-blog]

ask-the-trickster-gabriel said: GERMANY U HAVE TO COME TO GERMANY U JUS HAVE TO OK

I WOULD IF I COULD YOU KNOW THAT

[castironloyalty-archived]

Vegas!AU: Meeka & Gabriel

Meeka groaned softly as she slowly awoke from her drink-hazed sleep with a pounding headache. Where was she? In a bed, she figured that much, but it wasn't hers, or her friend Zara's. She lifted her head lazily, and opened her eyes slightly and saw that she was laying on someone's chest. Not looking good for me. It could be Zara's for all she knew. She opened her eyes a little more and sat up, rubbing at her eyes to get a clearer focus. She saw a man- whoops. Then she noticed a cold slip of silver on her hand that was hitting every part of her face haphazardly. Nope not good. Not good. She withdrew her hand from her face and almost screamed. "Well fuck." She stated calmly with her irish slur, pursing her lips. That would explain why she was naked. That would explain a lot of things actually. 

[castironloyalty-archived]

★~

//yew, yew better not drop this I swear. You should’ve tagged me in that Alistair!Gabriel thing. 

Vegas!AU: Our characters, who have never met, unintentionally get married after a drunk night in Vegas. They wake up the next morning and attempt to get a divorce but have to wait a week. In this week they begin to get to know each other and fall in love.

//I knew I would get this. hehehe. Starter will be up in a bit. 

[borninthebackoftheimpala]

Hello Trickster // @ ask-the-trickster-gabriel

Celeste walked down the street, her coat flipped up against the wind, when she spotted someone familiar. A small smile came to her face when she walked up to the man, "Hey there."

[purpledragongifs]

Hey there, honey! I just wanted to let you know, I really like your blog and now just spammed the shit outta your gifs. I think, I didn't reblogged them directly from your blog, but I fucking love your Richard Speight Junior gifs. Just wanted to mention this, gonna go and continue hiding in my corner now. Thank you! <3

AHHHH!  *huggles*  Thank you!  I’ve put a lot of work into my gifs and, although I do it for fun, knowing that others are enjoying them too really, really makes my day!  :D  So glad you’re enjoying them and spamming is perfectly okay in my book.  *chuckles*

[ask-dean-winchester-stuff]

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Fuck this shit. Dean thought that this was going to be a normal, easy hunt. But nooo, it just had to be so hard. The ghost was being a pain in the ass and setting everything around it on fire. So far Dean has found out that the ghost’s name was George Wilson and that he was a pyromaniac. The dude accidentally killed himself in one of his fire-sprees. Of course, this meant no body to dig up and simply burn. A scowl made it’s way on the hunter’s face as he entered his hotel room. The damn maid left candy wrappers on the floor again. This was the 5th day that this has happened, each time Dean got more and more irritated. Dean let out a defeated sigh as he flopped onto the bed. The hair on the top of his head was slightly burned from the ghost. “Why does life hate me?" Dean dramatically sighed as he dropped his face into his hands.