#detruir

[skylerab-blog]

No te digo que me quieras... Pero maldita sea no me destruyas

[justaburger-archive-blog]

(ﾉ⊙ヮ⊙)ﾉ (ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ

(ﾉ⊙ヮ⊙)ﾉ — SENPAI, (ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ— I love your blog

no who are you

[justaburger-archive-blog]

detruir replied to your post:looks at draft number cries

Drop some? You aren’t obligated to respond //smoochies

i tried i really did but i love all of them so much

[magicalxstreet]

detruir replied to your post:Wants to send memes to people, worries to chose a...

//drapes across shhhh

//whimpers

OCs and multimuse is hard sobbbb

[littlebennettbitch]

detruir replied to your post “detruir replied to your post:(ﾉ◡‿◡)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 00:00:00 Platonic soulmates...”

Two queens, judging the peasants —

exactly xD

[littlebennettbitch]

detruir replied to your post:(ﾉ◡‿◡)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 00:00:00

Platonic soulmates would be hilarious though omg

they would be PERFECT I mean lbr they'd probably be the type of people to sit around and judge other people while munching on chocolate cake.

[maytheswanbewithyouarchive-blog]

{ voicemail } ;; Oi, Swan. Don't make any plans fer dinner t'night, yuh 'ear? Ah, who am I kiddin' — yuh probably didn't 'ave any. [ laughs ] 'M serious though — don't make any plans. I got somet'ing cookin' all day fer you an' Sam, alrigh'? I've got'cher presents ready, too, so y'all bettuh be 'ome fer Chris'mas. Call me if yuh need me, hon'! Merry Chris'mas! { click }

[justaburger-archive-blog]

{ voicemail } ;; Joyeux Noël, douceur! [ laughs ] I've got a couple'a presents wit'cher name on 'em, so drop by an' pick 'em up when yuh can, alrigh'? An' maybe a l'il sugah' from me t'you, too, so cash dat in whenevuh, oui? [ chuckles ] 'M makin' a nice dinnuh t'night if yuh wanna come ovuh — an' feel free t'bring yer brothuh or some friends or whateveuh! I've got plenty in de oven, yeah? 'Ope yuh 'ave a lovely Chris'mas, hon', an' dat I get tuh see yuh later! Au revoir, douceur! { click }

          [ they don't really do christmas, sam and dean-- but sam realizes he never told abby that. turning down an invitation like this would be rude, and sam-- well. she's being... it's almost like she's asking to meet his parents or something. or a date. like a date. ]

          [ he stares at the cell phone in his hand after he ends the message, and swallows hard. keep this easy, he reminds himself, and calls his brother with clumsy fingers. ]