bloodxbound
Sam.
I'm glad to see you and Dean made it back in one piece...
Although, I suppose that was to be expected.

seen from Australia
seen from Türkiye

seen from Australia
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from China

seen from Sweden

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
bloodxbound
Sam.
I'm glad to see you and Dean made it back in one piece...
Although, I suppose that was to be expected.
00:00:00
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
She didn't have time for blaring red numbers, because she was trying to keep a vampire from ripping her head clean off. Kailee hardly even glanced at the figure near her, more intent on surviving than worrying about love. In fact, in a panicked moment, she glanced at her hunt and was terrified that was her match. But when she drew back and sliced the vampire's head clean off, the light was still going.
She couldn't meet him like this. Kailee let out a slow sigh, covered from head to toe in blood, her hands shaking as she held the machete, slowly approaching the obscenely tall figure. He had his back to her, as if he was looking at something else.
"Oi." She said sharply to get his attention. Of course it was another hunter. When he turned, Kailee gave a smug grin and held up her wrist.
"Fancy meeting you here. Now run, because I may or may not have just killed the pack leader's mate."
♪
Put a ♪ in my ask box and I'll put my playlist on shuffle and make you a starter based on the next song that plays
[ Sorry, spotify was being an ass. ]
The Light Behind Your Eyes.
I'll tag you yo.
" Lo~ok at me~e, I'm Sa~ndra Dee! Lou~sy with vir~gin~ity~! Won't go to bed 'til I'm legally wed! I can't, I'm Sa~ndra Dee! "
corpusluciferum replied to your post:"You smell like waffles." He's still drunk, and drunk Sam has a thing for waffles. "Can I like.. eat your arm? Are you made of waffles?" He knows she isn't, but he thinks his little remark is hilarious so he begins laughing and ends up falling over on his face.
[ these two are my fave ok]
They're fabulous omfg. So much sass and stupid in one room.
[ kneels before you and presents my url]
Opinion on;
Character in general: Freaking Sam Winchester, please, how can you not love him.How they play them: So I just spent a good amount of time scrolling your blog (mostly because over the last few weeks i haven't been around much to pay attention) but I'm pretty sure you know Sam as well as person who rps as him should. He's funny, sweet, sarcastic, but also tough when he needs to be. A+The Mun: We have not talked as of yet, but hey you sent me a meme thing and that's the start of a beautiful relationship. no srsly unless you don't mind being annoyed, you better run
Do I:
RP with them: have notWant to RP with them: please, i want to rp with everyone, add the fact that it's a sam-- yeah, Ginny and I are down for that. always. (ginny tends to like Sam; because he's such a sweetie.)
What is my;
Overall Opinion: You sent me a message before we even talked so you get all my undying love. But, get in my life and let's plot because yay friends and rp partners.
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty
۞ {yolo}
{If you asked Lydia at the start of her day where she'd be circa 3pm, her response probably wouldn't have been under an extremely tall, long-haired guy on the ground. Not that she was necessarily complaining.
What? He's attractive. Sure, she has a job to do, but she might as well enjoy it.
The pack has reason to believe through close observation since he and his--friend? brother? gay lover? who knows--whatever arrived in Beacon Hills, that he's some kind of hunter. A hunter not related to the Argents is always a red flag. No one knows what their code is like, if they have one, and if they'll be friend or foe. So whose job is it to find out? Lydia's.
She's coming to realize that their life is like a supernatural spy movie, and she's the honeypot. You know, the hot one that seduces people to get info?
Yeah, that one.}
"Woops."
{Lydia giggles, toying with the collar of his plaid shirt. It reminds her so much of Stilinski, which makes her feel almost guilty about what she's doing here. He looks shifty and sort of like a large, woodland mammal in headlights. Probably a bit too big to be a deer.}
"What's the matter?"
{Her fingers run up to toy with his long hair which is...surprisingly soft, actually. Wow. Maybe if the pack needs to break into his hotel room for info next she'll ask them to swing through the bathroom and find out what shampoo he uses. With that thought, she leans up and brushes her lips against his.
He kisses like he's not used to be touched. Like he's starved for it.
This will be easier than she thought.}
[ Headphones in. Singin' to his music; intentionally being obnoxious. ] Hey lil'mama, lemme whisper in yo' ear. Tell you somethin' that you might like to hear...