#scarred--sword

[bearlybenny]

    you've sunk into  ins a n i t y

          and I'm chained to you

 I've got no choice but to go down    down    down  downdown...

[bearlybenny]

[ this is the most amazingly exhausting thread I've had in my life. I can actually feel Sam's sanity fading away, and his struggle to keep it before it disappears again. it's terrifying.]

[bearlybenny]

[text] Might need you to bail me out…

Sam took a long breath, almost rolling his eyes with the possibilities of what had happened. Still, his heart quickened, hoping that whatever it was wasn’t too serious.

[text] Where, and what am I bringing? Am I FBI?

[greenmartyrdom]

my url maybe?

sO LET ME TELL YOU A THING

I basically stalk all of your threads because like wowowowowowowowow your dean is like perfect????? I just love him so much and just wow??//?. and I also don't know how you consider me your senpai because your writing is amazing and you're just amazeballs yourself and I just/?K?K?slkdfj

I do have to say that I need to talk to yOU more because you're just a great person and i love you secretly from afar and i just. yeah. come love me pls.

[archangelictricksterarchive-blog]

scarred--sword replied to your post:soMEONES MAKIN G AN ALBUM THATS GOING TO HAVE...

he was in a band once

*RIPS SHIRT IN HALF*

*SCREAMS*

[archangelictricksterarchive-blog]

scarred--sword started following you

[breathes heavily]

[incognitoarchive]

( dean finds himself curling up in gabriel's lap ) ---tell me I'm pretty.

( gabriel immediately sets aside what he's doing and runs his fingers softly through dean's hair before pressing a gentle kiss to his hunter's temple )  

--you're beautiful.

[incognitoarchive]

"Did we use all the whipped cream last night?"

Send one to see my muse react

                        ❝Mmm…?❞ Gabriel cracks his eyes open absently from where he’s buried his face in his hunter’s shoulder, and takes in the mess around them, eyebrows traveling up his face in utter amusement, ❝Yep. Probably all the chocolate syrup too.❞ He unwinds his arm from around Dean’s waste to point out the empty bottle near their entwined legs, and illustrate the fact that they are seven different kinds of sticky, then tucks himself back in around the human with a lazy noise.

                        ❝We can shower it out later, sváss, go back to sleep,❞ the archangel rumbles against Dean’s skin, eyes already slipping shut, the usual for his version of ‘sleep’.