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This blog is now officially an archive. I won’t be deleting this blog, as it’ll serve the purpose of carrying over threads, etc, and continuing threads from here to there. In a moment, I’ll be going through my following list and following back on Dean.
This blog is now officially an archive. I won’t be deleting this blog, as it’ll serve the purpose of carrying over threads, etc, and continuing threads from here to there. In a moment, I’ll be going through my following list and following back on Dean.
This blog is now officially an archive. I won’t be deleting this blog, as it’ll serve the purpose of carrying over threads, etc, and continuing threads from here to there. In a moment, I’ll be going through my following list and following back on Dean.
This blog is now officially an archive. I won’t be deleting this blog, as it’ll serve the purpose of carrying over threads, etc, and continuing threads from here to there. In a moment, I’ll be going through my following list and following back on Dean.
This blog is now officially an archive. I won’t be deleting this blog, as it’ll serve the purpose of carrying over threads, etc, and continuing threads from here to there. In a moment, I’ll be going through my following list and following back on Dean.
This blog is now officially an archive. I won’t be deleting this blog, as it’ll serve the purpose of carrying over threads, etc, and continuing threads from here to there. In a moment, I’ll be going through my following list and following back on Dean.
outoffaith. also thank you loads for the recommendations guys! i didn't have time to respond to all of them because it took me three hours to get billy to start working but thank you!
This blog is now officially an archive. I won’t be deleting this blog, as it’ll serve the purpose of carrying over threads, etc, and continuing threads from here to there. In a moment, I’ll be going through my following list and following back on Dean.
outoffaith. / bats eyelashes / okay so i realize i am lost to basically everything but uhhhh - what are good music players for tumblr? there was one i used to use a long as time ago ( with the little square for pause and it held about five songs ) but i forgot the name and can’t find it. plus any others that are equally as awesome !!
I’m so mad because this worked
welp
Does anyone else get /extremly/ excited when your RP partner reblogs a thing and tags your ship and/or reblogs your FC and tags your character name? BC I DO. I think it’ so cute and I squeal every single time *smh*
outoffaith. * blushes furiously * my remake is looking so pretty !! so so pretty. i'm so proud of it and how far i got along with it last night, thanks to your guys wonderful suggestions for theme makers !! thank you!
outoffaith. good evening doves! i have a mighty need for some help. i don’t know any tumblr theme blogs ?? any recommendations ??
Hello doves! In light of my recent answering asks influx of things ( I know I’m not particularly fast and I’ll never claim to be ) and if you’ve been following me long enough, you know what to expect from me given my hectic schedule. That being said, and it’s been some weeks now, but the reason I’ve been super scarce the past several weeks is due to a promotion! I’m not a manager at the place of where I work, but this now means ( especially once school starts up ) that I won’t be on during Monday - Thursday. Weekends are my only real ‘me’ time and most nights during the week, I haven’t got my tablet on me.
( Which, IN OTHER NEWS, has been a major asshole since I’ve gotten it replaced. I just got it looked at and “fixed” a few days ago so we’ll see.)
My goal ( what I’ve been thinking about ) is to remake this blog before the fall semester starts. I’ll start out on a clean slate, with a tagging system and layout that gives me satisfaction and ease, and I’ll be carrying over a few major threads with me onto that blog. I haven’t quite decided if I’ll be saving this URL or using a new one. I hope to see many of you there when I do; and I’ll update this blog now and then after I’ve made the remake that I’ve moved. Till then, I’ll answer what I have on this blog for transferring / reblogging purposes once it happens.
I’ll obviously be keeping the threads I have with thenovakmartyr ( aka the lil lady bug ) and carrying over new threads over there too! Like libertxd for one, once we have the time to settle down some! The more the merrier.
Post 3 random facts about your muse and send this to 3 people you rp with on anon
outoffaith. Ho hum! Three random facts about my muse, let’s see…
While Dean loves music (and has his favorite genres, both old and new) he can’t country. And he won’t play ( or let anyone play ) it in his car.
When Dean was 17, and one of first times he’d gotten in trouble with the law, he got his nose fucked up real good on accident - it healed over and it’s still as straight as the day he was born, save for a little bump at the ridge. It’s barely noticeable.
He’s never told a soul - not even his brother - as it’s a very personal rite for him, but whenever he’s in the area, he visits his mother’s grave. He spent a lot of time visiting when Sam had left for Stanford and his father left him the car, and assigned cases, to go off and solve on his own. It’s never not difficult; he hasn’t completely healed over her death so it feels like picking at old wounds, but besides what photographs and memories he has left of her, it’s one of the few physical things left that ties her to him.
[Showers Dean with gifts. The rest will come later ;) ]
Ooooo like what? Just pretend it’s not me you’re telling. I won’t tell nobody.
(/wiggles until he's firmly pressed up against sleeping Dean's back, wrapping his arms around Dean's waist and peppering kisses all over his lover's naked shoulders and the back of his neck)
Dean’s between that place, that state, of consciousness and unconsciousness - where everything feels feather light and light years away, but it touches upon you still like a phantom, a ghost. A reminder of the waking light. He ought to get out of bed; should have minutes, perhaps several of them ago - but his body doth protest, quite insistently, that it won’t kill him if he didn’t. He’s comfortable and warm beneath the linen and covers, and the warmth against his back ( the arms around his waist, the tickle of dark hair and two day stubble at the nape of his sensitive neck ) reminds him that, as strange as it is; as much of a blessing as it is ( and he counts them every day – ) he’s not alone in this bed of his.
Jimmy is a presence he cannot ignore. Not his voice, nor his body, or his soul. Eventually, with a peppered sigh, Dean gives in to speaking, eyes still closed and voice full of rasp and sleep. He skims along Jimmy’s arm, to where they close around his chest, and touches upon his knuckles, fingertips, like a wordless good morning.
“Ah –“ He chuffs, “That kinda tickles.”
