#damnedandbroken

[theodorefreakinfinley]

OutOfWine: Thank you.

For the love and support.

Sorry if any of my reply is crappy. 

I don't think I deserve such wonderful followers like you guys...

-hugs-

[dont-ask-about-the-angel]

Dean and the Dr.

Dean sighed looking at the building. He didn't want to go but both  Cas and Sam were making him.  Dean sighed biting his lip. Sure the doctor  had been changed but Dean was still a little unease about the whole thing.  Dean sighed knocking on Dr. Lecter's door.

[malfoytrash-blog]

hello XD

*waves* hello

[archive-johnwatsonof221b-blog]

damned-and-broken has come to the flat.

Hi, I'm John Watson.  So, how can I help?

[funfunkillingtime]

closed to damnedandbroken

It was late, and as per usual, Wade couldn't sleep. Sleep was trying to come back these days, most of his time was spent trying to figure out who--or what--had cured him. No scars, no bubbling insanity. He was just Wade Wilson, and there had to be answers. Sneaking out, he managed not to wake Weasel and found himself wandering around town in the dead of night before stumbling upon a cheap-looking bar and figuring a beer or two wouldn't hurt. Besides, he had yet to test the effectiveness of his healing factor since the incident. Pushing the door open, he was greeted by the smell of beer and cigarette smoke, taking a spot on the stool in front of the bar, silently running his fingers through his hair.

[frontlinefugitive]

+4

Donovan looked up, surprised that people had come up to him willingly. Not like he was the best sight to see. No one really approached him unless they we trying to kill him. Or unless they wanted something.

"Can I help you?" It was a bit sarcastic, with a sense of forced politeness to it, but he didn't feel like getting into a scuffle with someone. Might as well try to seem nice, right?

[one-impressive-mother-fucke-blog]

Potential

After stepping out of his black Camaro, parked directly in front of his club, Joey began to move the keys around in his key loop, searching for the key to the club's front door. He glanced up to grin and nod at a few of his dancers who had arrived to work early, leaning against the dark building, and as soon as he had found the key he needed, he heard footsteps approaching on his left side. It was a woman, and after Joey eyed her up and down he flashed her a grin before he turned back to the door to stick the key inside in the hole.

"Can I help you with something, baby?" He asked after he had unlocked the door, and he held it open for his dancers to step inside as he turned to look at the woman, who had stopped next to him.

[fireintheirhearts-archive-blog]

Don't play dead || Kendall&Geoffery

It was rather tough and long day in work for Kendall. Two complicated operations in a row and yet there was still many other patients, waiting for their appointment. Even immortal could get tired of this mess, repeating on and on almost every single day. Maybe after all, having such a good reputation as a cardiac surgeon, wasn't that good idea as he thought at the beginning of his career.

Still, the day was not going to end soon. Tired and bored with his job already, Kendall walked out from the hospital to take a break. Almost immediately a cigarette appeared between his fingers.