#singersalvaged

[aintashes]

hey astraea!

I just wanted to stop by and say some sweet stuff. Just spread some positivity, you know?

We haven't interacted yet but I'm wicked happy that I followed you. It's been a while since I've watched The Walking Dead and I am definitely not caught up but back in the day, Daryl was my favourite, man had my heart.

You have very, very beautiful writing. I read your posts sometimes (especially with painmon because WOW). Even though we haven't written together yet your writing elicits feelings from me. I feel like when I'm reading your interpretation, Daryl is right there walking beside me. It's a glance into his head, into his layers. You've created an interpretation of him that feels very human. I actually want to watch the show again! I'm happy that I found you, as I find myself smiling when you post. Also, the work you've put into your blog is just... wow. Amazing!

I hope you have a great week, I'm excited to see more of your writing on my dash. Just beautiful.

— oh my gosh ?? i log on for the night and the first thing i see is some absolute sweetness in my inbox. hello !

umm wow ?? thank you so, so much. i cannot stress enough how much i appreciate the love. i'm sure it's obvious at this point but daryl is very important to me, and knowing that people in this little corner of the internet believe that i do him some justice makes me very happy to hear !!

( @painmon i'm mentioning you here too because look at this ?? i'll always scream about people appreciating our threads and no one can stop me hehehe )

thank you so much again. i don't quite know what else to say because my whole brain is parading this ask around screaming at the sky LMAO, but this really made me smile :')

[awkwardcourage]

starter | @singersalvaged

Hughie had known, the instant he'd woken up, that something was wrong. He wasn't in pain, but something was inexplicably different. He felt clothes that had fit him perfectly when he'd gone to bed falling off of him and his feet were nowhere near the edge of the mattress no matter how hard he stretched his legs, which should have been an easy feat for a man of over six feet in height.

He sat up, which was when everything promptly fell to pieces. Hughie looked down at a body that couldn’t possibly be his own and yet when he moved his fingers, the small fingers held in front of his face also moved. He straightened out his legs and the short legs that he could see beneath him did the same. There was a child’s body where his was supposed to be. Childish hands reached up and slapped against an equally childish face. Hughie flew into a panic.

He very literally fell out of bed, his legs as sturdy as jelly as adrenaline robbed them of their stability. It was like a nightmare. His body wasn't his own, his clothes were falling away from his shrunk frame and every movement was disjointed and wrong. "Bobby!" Hughie stumbled down the stairs, gripping onto the bannister tight, the only thing keeping him from tumbling down. His voice was a shrill, terrified screech that made him wince, but he called out all the same. "BOBBY!"

[impalakiing]

"but I'm tryin' to give you the life that I never had I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh" - bobby

@singersalvaged

" --Bobby..." Dean trailed off, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. Was it really that obvious how BROKEN he was? He supposed it was. He'd barely been holding it together ever since his father's death. ( How did someone deal with the fact their dad had made a deal with the devil & gone to HELL to save them? He simply didn't know. All he knew was that he was feeling AWFUL, guilty even to still be breathing when he shouldn't be here anymore. Yet he was here, he was alive because of the sacrifice John had made ).

He ran a hand through his dark blonde hair, still searching for the right words-- he didn't want to snap at Bobby when he knew the older man was just trying to look out for him, but he also didn't like it when people tried to get him to talk about things he would rather keep buried deep within himself. Some thoughts, some emotions had to be pushed aside, ignored as much as possible & never talked about-- he firmly believed that.

"I'll be fine, alright? I just need some time... A lot's been happening lately and I just need some time to wrap my head around all of it. You DON'T have to worry about me."

[qapsiel]

@singersalvaged ;; some meme somewhere Allie said: “You’re asking me out? That’s so cute.”

                              CASTIEL BLINKS OWLISHLY. "I," he makes, then looks down at the flyer he showed Allie a minute ago. It's for a yoga class at a sports and spa center not too far from here, and he's seen Allie in various yoga poses all around the bunker and figured she might like to join him. He didn't think this could be considered a date. In movies, dates are all about dinner at a restaurant, a cup of coffee in a cafe, or watching a movie together. "Um, do you want to go there with me, or…?"

[qapsiel]

Sarah !!! Sarah, ugh. Precious Sarah.

I wanted to spend a little portion of this week spreading positivity. Giving people something nice, we all deserve that, don't we?

Your Cas is incredible. Our threads are so funny, the commitment is THERE! Honestly, when it comes to writing with you I find myself excited to see what you cook up. Cas isn't the easiest character. He's a tough cookie, honestly. I've seen a lot of interpretations of him over the years but yours just brings so much. You can make me laugh, smile, and frown (not in a bad way). It takes nuance to build an interpretation that breathes. You breathe life into your writing.

I love reading not just our interactions but daily doses of him on my dash. Not only that, but you are a wonderful person. You're lovely to talk to and you have this openness about you that instantly made me feel accepted. I'm so glad to have met you, and I can't wait to see our future plots together !!! so excited.

You and your Cas are wonderful ❤

// IS IT MAKE SARAH CRY TIME OR WHAT??? katers how DARE u be so nice, let me squish ur cheeks and kiss the tip of your nose. I LOVE our interactions, I LOVE how nothing is forced and just comes naturally, I LOVE how Bobby gives Cas shit for his outfit (shaking my damn fist, let him have his emotional support trench coat, bobster), I LOVE how Allie and Cas were mostly squinty eyes at the beginning and now??? smoke together??? and be silly??? and I absolutely LOVE yelling at you ooc about brothels and wings and stinky fingers. Thanks for appreciating my dumb ass and thanks for this wonderful message <3 <3 <3

[ruinedmyselfarc]

hello hello hello rattyboy, Kas ultra. I just wanted to stop by and say that you light up my dash whenever you're on it. Your interpretation of Sam is unique and so obviously full of love and care. Your writing is beautiful and I hope that you have a good week! Thanks for being you!

katers i will straight up cry rn what?? uno reverse time rn bc listen you and Allie and Bobby are always a treasure to see. I genuinely follow a few threads because they’re interesting or make me laugh (or cry when need be lol). AND YOU ARE TOO KIND. thank you for being amazing and doling out some love amidst all of the bleakness lately, we all could use it. I hope you’re doing just as well (if not even better!!)

[ruinedmyselfarc]

🎧 (Allie and Bobby)

send 🎧 and i’ll tell you what song your muse reminds me of

allie : small world - jack stauber

bobby : take this job and shove it - johnny paycheck

[awkwardcourage]

everything you say will just be between you and me. - bobby | @singersalvaged

Not an inch of Hughie is still. There's an impressive amount of movement for someone technically sitting still. His hands wring in his lap, a leg jiggles anxiously, his gaze flits about the room as though seeking some escape; like the very conversation is holding him hostage. "Really?" He asks, his nerves heard in his voice. "There's not like a group chat for hunters where you share memes and... talk shit on people?"