#bullshituberalles

[spellsandpixiedust]

HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY STARK!

@bullshituberalles

[thedemonconstantine]

Constantine, congratulations on wasting another year of your meaningless brief mortal existence. With ambivalence, Saint James.

Aye ‘luv, ‘n yeh say tha’ wit arms round me neck.

[ivakir]

@bullshituberalles from here [xxx] 

“…why?” Stark likes Ivakir. He even trusts her to an extent. An extent that doesn’t extend to letting her inspect fresh, open wounds. It’s not that he thinks she’ll hurt him more; she’s just…unpredictable. “You’re not gonna LICK it, are you? I don’t think your magic saliva can remove bullets.”

"Oh, wonderful that you asked me, Stark. I'm just going to put a finger in there, twist it and God, Stark, do you really think that I will do that? Why are you even asking me?" Iv rolled her eyes. "And I'm not going to lick your wound. My saliva heals the wounds, but doesn't pull out the bullets."

   Stark definitely didn't trust her in this matter, if he asked questions. Iv thought she could help him, but she had no experience pulling out bullets.

"So you want an old-fashioned way? A hospital? Where they will ask you how you got the bullet?"

[withfireinourbellies]

[ text ] –– new low, even for you. (St James, but using Stark's phone to be infuriating. plus he just doesn't have one.)

[to: Stark] what the fuck gave you the impression I reach high in the first place?

[to: Stark] you’re unusually mean today

[to: Stark] finally got your period? 

[respect-the-king]

Does this mean we get to call you "Skip" now, midget?

“Well, at least ‘Skip’ would be original,” Crowley drawled while simultaneously rolling his eyes. “Do you know how many times I’ve been called ‘midget’ or anything similar? And don’t even get me started on ‘Lucky.’ So, to summarise, you get to call me whatever the hell you want, pardon the pun. Doesn’t change the fact that I am the King of Hell, and a boss ass bitch. Sticks and stones, love.”

[bitchheroine]

@bullshituberalles​ : cont.

“Fuck you, I can be defensive if I want. If you find me threatening it’s your problem.”

But internally, Meg knows it. She knows she’s not her father. No one is Azazel but Azazel. And she’s never even come close. She feels too much, she feels everything.

[orphanedshadow]

@bullshituberalles​ sent @bitchheroine​‘s URL for positivity

I absolutely adore Fox, we've Rped with so many different characters and I'm pretty sure that every single one of them has gotten themselves adopted by one of my muses. They're part of the overarching family unit now, and things wouldn't be nearly as fun without them.

Fox herself is such a nice person and great to talk to. Also she sends me some awesome memes via discord so that makes things a billion times better. Definitely would recommend everyone follow and say hello, she's one of the few people in the supernatural fandom I interact with and I've never regretted it for a single second.

[moltementi]

@bullshituberalles​ asked:  “You’re nothing but a burden.” [Samael or Vidocq again!]

For a long moment, the alchemist remains silent.

It’s not an absolute state- the alembic roils and the various kitchen appliances hum with a note that always seems to hover between soothing and maddening; the florescent lighting adding to this electronic symphony with almost a quiet pulse.

It’s an amalgamation of sound that had always served to center his thoughts. Something akin to the snap of lantern flames back during the Revolution, enough so that an accidental slip into his native tongue when answering Allegra was far too common.

It keeps him from hastening into an assumption- prevents a riposte and instead fosters an almost thoughtful expression.

        “Perhaps... or, perhaps it is not I who is the burden. Perhaps that weight lies with you, and the responsibilities you bear- those which I regularly advise you on. Advice can be as heavy as most things- seemingly useless as it does nothing apparent to solve your problems.”