#nocturnalwaves

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@nocturnalwaves / @vampmagnet

i love the way you write alex. personally, i think alex doesn’t get the love and recognition that she deserves and i think it’s because she’s been in just a few episodes but she deserves love and i always love seeing you write her. i love seeing you on my dash, your muses are spectacular and you have some of the most unique ones and i’m truly impressed by your passion and love for your characters. 

you are so loved and so important to the roleplaying community, whenever i think of an alex rper i always think of you first. i know ‘ wayward sisters ‘ is coming but if you don’t like the canon then we can always create our own canon when we interact. and if you have a plot or idea from your many amazing muses just hit me up cause i’ll be down for anything with you !!

i love you so much sweetheart and i hope you have a wonderful day/night !!

[thickcrskiin]

for @nocturnalwaves !

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SPREADING CHRISTMAS CHEER!! 🎅 @nocturnalwaves

jenno, my love!!!!!! i miss you so much and i hope 2018 brings you much needed and deserved happiness! i consider you a dear friend and no matter how radio silent i get at times, know that you never stray too far from my thoughts. like thea told roy, ‘ you mean the world to me. ‘ i hope you have a merry christmas and a happy new year!

[thickcrskiin]

17 from dean obviously

a display of affection meme / sfw edition

based on THIS

though they were both very much adults, jan had never been able to help feeling like a giddy schoolgirl anytime dean was sweet on her to any extent-- his flirting, his winks, even calling her beautiful brought about the blushing and lowkey swooning from her.she wasn't entirely sure what had led them to this point ( a lot of the night was kind of fuzzy around her moments of swooning over the compliments and various praises from the elder winchester ), but she wasn't complaining-- she was just happy for the chance to actually make out with dean, of all people. thankfully sam wasn't around, so he wouldn't walk in on them acting like a couple of lovesick teenagers. small fingers clutched the fabric at the front of the other's shirt, almost as if she were trying to pull him even closer, if possible."holy fuck-- if this-- is a dream--" she squeaked between kisses ( and with her luck, that was still a possibility ), "nobody-- wake me up-- thank you at both god and jesus--"