#prayingforanend

[just-desserts-angel-style]

(Guys, I'm about to make a relationships page for Gabriel. If you're tagged in this that means you're gonna be in it.

If you want to be in it, then like this post.)

[shinyblackchevrolet-archive]

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Alright, so here's a masterlist of the threads I'm dealing with right now!

I owe:

prohevefilidevium

alwaysyourlittlebrother

saltstainedleather (We need to talk about this thread! Hit me with a message when you see this!)

brenna-isaac-braeden (mob!au)

littlemarywinchester

I'm waiting on (take your time):

praying-for-an-end (the notes got messed up some how during the tumblr mess-up, so if I actually owe you somehow, let me know)

stopdouchingupmycar (circus!au)

quickensilver

knightlywarlock

darkenedobscurity (both in the mob!au and in the fighter!au)

thedeadswalking

gonetohellandback (mob!au)

malusangelus (??)

youfallinflames

righteousxhunter (prostitute!au)

abandonedbyheaven (prostitute!au)

...I think that's it. But if I forgot anyone, please let me know! I certainly am not dropping anyone on purpose without any notice. Also, if you don't feel like continuing with a thread we've started, just throw me a message and we'll drop it.

[blueeyestrenchcoat-archive-blog]

//✩♡.✄♕♔ I'd put this one (☯) down except I'm pretty socially awkward and it'd probably end up with long stretch of silence because "what to say, what to say?"

((I would enjoy being friends with you in real life :D 

And don't worry. I don't think we necessarily need to talk to have a good time. We could go to a theme park or out to eat or even just sit in front of the television watching Supernatural and tumbling side by side.))

[blueeyestrenchcoat-archive-blog]

Name:  Dean Winchester

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Big/little spoon:  Big Spoon

Favorite movie: The Godfather

Favorite tv show: Star Trek

Favorite music genre: 80's Rock

Can we talk about mundane things: Yes

Is it okay if I fall asleep: I thought angels didn't sleep?  But I guess if you want to go ahead.

Are kisses allowed: Yes

Are pants required: No

When are you available for cuddles: ...Yes

My place or yours:  I don't have a place and I don't believe you do either so perhaps the motel will do?

Can we cuddle in bed or couch only: Either

Will you play with my hair:  If you really want me to

We sleep when we feel safe and loved, usually when cuddling with siblings or mates. I would love it if you played with my hair. And yes, this is approved.

[blueeyestrenchcoat-archive-blog]

Thegreatestmarksman, Starofthemorning, Praying-for-an-end

thegreatestmarksman:

She's a fantastically amazing Clint and I love our threads together and I love hawkstiel. The mun's amazing, and I miss talking to her so much (actually I was planning on sending her a message tonight telling her I missed talking to her). Seriously, she's awesome.

starofthemorning:

My favorite Lucifer blog on here, and another awesome mun. Like thegreatestmarksman, I really miss talking to them and Cas misses his older brother.

Praying-for-an-end:

An awesome Dean blog with a fantastic idea for an au. I don't know the mun as well, but the interactions we've had makes them seem like an awesome person.

[shinyblackchevrolet-archive]

[Okay! So I think I got everyone! So far, all the threads I have/am waiting for are...

littlemarywinchester

alwaysyourlittlebrother

quickensilver

knightlywarlock

weaponsareinthetrunk

serenitysalbatross

praying-for-an-end

saltstainedleather

girlwithaknifecollection

prohevefilidevium

string-me-along

shesahungryqueen

thedeadswalking

and i owe daddystinsoldier a starter! If I've missed anyone, let me know, but I think I'm mostly waiting on other people. Which is fine, take your time!]

[shinyblackchevrolet-archive]

Muttered curses streamed out from under the car as Im wiped the back of a grease-covered hand across her her brow, a look of mixed consternation and anger on her face. “Jesus Christ,” she spat, squinting up at the underside of the car, “If that’s not it, then what the hell’s wrong with you?” 

She could hear footsteps on the cement floor of the mechanic’s shop where she had offered her services for a few weeks. Leaning sideways, she squinted at the shoes, able to see up to…someone’s knees. “I’ll be right with you,” she called, “As soon as I—Ah, fuck it.” She slid out from under the car, nearly smacking her head on the underside of it, not looking up at whoever owned the feet in front of her, instead trying fruitlessly to wipe the motor oil off of her palms. “How can I help ya?”

[just-desserts-angel-style]

praying-for-an-end said: //*quietly sobs in the corner* Yes!

(I know...Me too. *Hugs and sobs with*)