Uhh yeaaaa. Steve and sherry.. oops i think it was my turn to reply to you a long time ago
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Uhh yeaaaa. Steve and sherry.. oops i think it was my turn to reply to you a long time ago
[ qurl where have u been and yes it is your turn 8U ]
healingpersistance replied to your post: CAN YOU DRAW SHERRY AS CASTIEL OMMMG PLEASE HERP DERP TERP
omg. i love you ;A;
don't shy away from pestering me about art in the future i like drawing things for people more than for myself kay? kay. uvu
OH MY GOD SHERRY AND I ARE MAKING POTATO JOKES ABOUT MY BROTHER BEACUSE HE LOOKS LIEK ONE BUT WITH SUPERNATURAL REFERENCES AND I AM ABOUT TO PEE I CANT EVEN
That Boy Ain't Right { Sherry // Alex }
He distinctly remembers, somewhere, being told that line between right and wrong is very blurred; sometimes almost indistinguishable. And where that may be entirely true, he doesn't remember a time when he's made so many split second decisions on a gut instinct since... well, since the incident in the East Slav.
But what else is he supposed to do? After everything that's happened, he can't imagine sitting down to try and become a teacher again. No, he's hardly keeping himself in his shell--something like that would be dangerous.
And then there's Sherry. She has enough on her plate as it is; she shouldn't have to deal with her fiance's homicidal tendencies. Especially not when she's pregnant.
Cracking his knuckles, he tries to think of a clever way to hide the fact that he may have just killed someone.
Well, alright, he'd already abandoned the body, but sneaking back into the house at three A.M. with blood everywhere, that's a little more suspicious. Flicking on the lights in the kitchen, he wanders over to the sink and starts scrubbing his hands.
Half as Long, Twice as Bright { SB | AK | CJ | CT | NK }
The knee of his pant leg scrapes against the cold concrete. All at once, the severe gravity of the situation is accumulating on his shoulders and, as it usually goes, does not simply resolve itself.
A sharp inhale pierces the sides of his throat. How could this all have gone so wrong? His back arches when he bends forward, practically rolling into fetal position. But he makes the stupid yet valiant decision to stay on his hands and knees and grit his teeth. His vision may be blurry, but at least he can still gauge the things happening around him in a somewhat reasonable fashion.
Rarely does he get what he wants, but he'd never imagined the situation crumbling in such an ungainly manner that it actually sucked everyone he cared about into it. Leaning into the pain again, his stomach presses to his thighs.
From behind, he hears the click of heels and the aggravated shouting of his sister. Oh, look, the gang's all here. His nails scrape at the concrete.
she smirks "you're cute as a girl!"
"Oh wow, haha, this is... this is really awkward."
Happy Birthday Chris *Smiles*
Dammit, who was telling people it was his birthday?!
"Oh- thanks, Sherry!"
I leave for a few days and come back to a bunch of people hangin' around my camp.
Can I help you or somethin'?