#valentinomoran

[thegutterwelcomesyou-blog]

valentinomoran entered the bar

"Hey darlin', what can I getcha?"

[bartholl]

valentinomoran replied to your post: Someone rp with me please I’ll write starters for...

cough cough

TELL ME YOUR IDEAS BELOVED LADY AND I'LL MAKE IT HAPPEN YEAH

[pip-pip--cheerio]

valentinomoran replied to your post: Pip... I know we don't talk much, but I need your advice. FVM

Um. I don’t know. I mean, do you want me to? FVM

Sure! I mean, of course. I'll even grab some pastries from the shop if you tell me your favourites and then meet me at my flat. -P

[pip-pip--cheerio]

Pip... I know we don't talk much, but I need your advice. FVM

Oh.. alright. Did you want to come over for a cuppa? -P

[sniperwithasmoke]

I feel like, the fact that Seb lets Francie over to his place willingly, and doesn't throw her out and tell her to forget his address, is pretty telling. He's, slowly (stubbornly), coming to acknowledge that Jim isn't coming back and that hurts my soul. Though he's still a long way off from admitting it to anyone. It's really just the little things at this point. But that in and of itself... yeah...

[wavexrider]

Those God Damn Demons

Salem should never have enticed those demons. Just because he had no soul didn't mean he could have dangled that fact in front of him. Bloody and beaten, he slowly made his way through the house, hoping either Crowley or Francie wouldn't see him. Though, a small blood trail from his leg didn't hide the fact someone was hurt and it led up to the bathroom he was cleaning his wounds in.

[kiingcrowley]

*phone thingy*

Name: Darling 

Ringtone: You Belong to Me by Patsy Cline

[sniperwithasmoke]

[text] I think I would be taking more decisive action if it was a heart attack, Seb.

[text]: Well I don’t bloody know, do I. -SM

[text]: What’s wrong, then? -SM