#resilientbones

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jill: i'm hungry puppy: hungry fo dAT DIC K

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demonqxeen: so that's why im a sam girl even tho I do love dean too. crucifisms: oh not sure if you were able to pick it up but he's my favorite too demonqxeen: I had no idea.... demonqxeen: U GOT ME... demonqxeen: u really got me good

[hewasbrave-blog]

         in all the years dean has broken into people’s homes, this is most probably the most justifiable one he’s done, in his opinion. though he has nothing against the man’s family in particular, it’s the head of the household - mr. kimball as he’s known - that he holds a rising contempt for. he’s definitely a man of power, and wealth, and corruption. he’s a greedy corporate giant who has a penchant for selling ( sometimes cursed ) supernatural items to less than morally fantastic people. not to mention the whole mafia business. 

        not that he - dean - is such a saint himself, breaking and entering into someone’s overly decorative and expensive home. but to be fair - the man had it coming. if he didn’t want a man like dean to fuck his whole parade up then perhaps he shouldn’t be mongering stolen items and getting into the messy business of the supernatural and yes, that includes the people involved in it, because that could cost you your life. 

        and that’s exactly what mr. kimball has coming his way if he doesn’t watch his fucking step. 

        so far, his mental checklist goes as this: over the gate? check. security disabled? check. area scouted once more for good measure, as to avoid any unexpected surprises? check. without hiding the small smile he has on his face, dean traverses through yards of neatly trimmed grass and an outstanding ‘backyard’ so he can spot what he’s looking for - the sun room.

       there’s not much to see through the curtains, which are sheer, slightly see through, and possibly one of those five million count egyptian cotton thread that rich people love to buy - or is that satin? silk? god if he knows what it is, but he’s about to ruin it. 

       with his gloved fingers curled into a fist, he breaks glass and fits his hand through the jagged spikes to fiddle with the flimsy lock. a grunt escapes him as he fights with it, wringing it to loosen and disengage, until it unhinges from it’s socket and clatters to the floor in an unceremonious fashion. he swears, why invest in such a high security system, without giving the same consideration to the locks? anybody could break in and enter if they really wanted too. if they first had the skills to get through all the rest. he’s not trying to brag but, okay, yeah, he is. 

        pushing the door open, he steps inside. bits of tiny glass crunch beneath his boots and he can see his shadow illuminated by the moon peering in.“ jesus christ, who needs a sun room? “ it’s said barely above a whisper until the criminal that he is realizes there’s no need to whisper. he’s alone. mr. kimball spends more time away from home than he does at home, so finding the ‘right’ time never posed a problem - it was covering all of his bases, gathering information, and following the patterns of autumn’s day-to-day life and when she’d be absent from her home as well, that had taken all the time it did. 

        he did have to admit there were quite a few perks in pretending to be someone you weren’t. the little ‘ gala ‘ the kimball’s daughter ( though he suspects her father had just given her the reins in orchestrating the overall presentation of it ) had lead to him speaking with quite a few gorgeous woman, including said daughter. how lucky could one guy get? she was sweet as sunshine, with a color to her hair he had to wonder if it were natural or not, and without knowing his plans or intentions, unknowingly helped him as he had needed. 

       not wanting to be side-tracked, dean puts his attention back to the matter at hand - he’s in. now, he just needs to find mr. kimball’s room.

[crucifisms]

oh my god. what the fuck, guys ALWAYS SHOW UP WITH A CONDOM what the hell sam that's probably why all the gir LS YOU SLEPT WITH DIE you don't use a fucking condom

[crucifisms]

the url of your choice, tbh.

meme | accepting

ok well i’m gonna talk about you, then i’m gonna talk about my bitch jill

shepherdofsuns

i’ll be honest with you??? i came for the bowie. i mean, literally your faceclaim is perfect– but i stayed for the writing, and your portrayal is very unique and that’s something i’ve enjoyed from day one. i’ve been definitely meaning to start something with you, and i plan to very shortly (since you liked the permanent starter call !!)

my favorite interaction with you to date is the surprise i felt when you popped into my inbox screaming about twin peaks. it was awesome, and i really enjoyed having someone to talk to about the show while i was watching it– because i definitely needed that (what a show. what a weird little show)

the passion you have for writing definitely shows, and i really enjoy seeing you on my dash and reading your threads (: i hope we get to talk more in the future

resilientbcnes (this one’s gonna be long as hell w.e)

i feel like jill has been in my life forever, but really it’s only been two years. we don’t get to talk as much as we used to because she’s busy being a successful, well put together adult (who drinks in the shower… it’s ok). i consider her to be one of my favorite people, and she’s literally put up with a LOT from me, and i feel like i’ll never be able to give it all back to her in return.

she is ALWAYS there when i need her, always willing to lend an ear and listen to my mediocre issues. she’s incredible with kids, like literally anyone who has the patience and love for children who aren’t their own is a special kind of person. she has a good heart, and she has passion for everything she does. i admire her so much and she deserves everything good she’s gotten and will get in the future. i have no doubt she will be successful

now let’s talk about autumn. let’s talk about how autumn has found a special place in my heart because jill has been with me for so long that i feel like autumn is my own as well. i feel blessed and lucky that i have gotten the opportunity to see autumn interact with both my sam and other blogs on my dash. she’s a literal trainwreck and a total brat and she has sam’s heart wrapped around her finger i mean. she’s handled beautifully and gracefully and is so incredibly relatable. i love what jill has done with her, and from her first blog (schonenherbst. i gave u away) to now, there’s been so much growth in both the mun and the muse.

also she needs to pick up her goddamn feet because obviously there are stairs there (your foot is broken)

[bluejcyarchive]

starter for @resilientbcnes !!

    “it was only once,” she says, like that excuses it, like the fact that it was just one time somehow absolves her of the crime of sleeping with the other’s father. suddenly self-conscious, she pulls the neckline of her shirt up, covering herself a little more. “he was so sweet to me, though.” or maybe she’s remembering him as sweeter than he was, because what she has now is all kinds of hell, but still. “honestly, i---- i’m sorry, but...” but i’m really not.

[crucifisms]

puppy: all that for nothing jill: Yeah sorry you tried but you did xmas wrong puppy: if santa's not eating all those cookies why is he so fat jill: He eats bites of cookies from every house in the world jill: Except the Jewish houses jill: That's why he's so fat puppy: the jewish houses have better food puppy: he's intimidated that's why

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puppy: my sister and I tried to tackle the santa cookies because santa has to eat them apparently puppy: tummy hurts jill: You don't eat the whole thing! jill: You have to take little nibbles of it puppy: what puppy: my sister told me we have to eat all of them but leave crumbs puppy: this is what happens when jews try to do christmas