announcement.
out ; you can find me here now. this blog will be archived and will no longer be used.
@walkingabovexperdition / walkingabovexperdition.tumblr.com
out ; you can find me here now. this blog will be archived and will no longer be used.
out ; you can find me here now. this blog will be archived and will no longer be used.
What, he — he was a — he was a friend or something?
out ; this is just a little announcement that i'm going to be making another blog sometime throughout the day -- one that won't be attached to deanna's like it is now. i know i have meme things that were sent in, but i'll be doing those whenever i make the new one and i'll post them from there. the same goes for replies that i owe -- i'll keep them going in the same thread post, simply reblogged from the new account.
Fangirl Challenge l Fifteen Pairings [1/15] - Castiel & Balthazar (Supernatural)
"In for a penny, in for a pound."
out ; i'm here briefly. it's been a long weekend and i've not gotten much sleep. great times have been had. i have those meme responses to get to as well as a couple of other things. don't feel as though you've been forgotten, because that surely is not the case.
& a very warm welcome to those newly following.
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‘ i seem to have developed lots of bad habits. ’
extracting the pose sprained all over the desk, his eyes never quite lay off the laptop’s screen, however poignantly his eyes burn in their sockets. the very light it oozes is like a wide stare at the afternoon sun & it bloats his lids with a lassitude that has long settled into his mind prior.
& he eventually moves, pleaded by a rigid back & numb legs, leaving the seat after a healthy chuck of the alcohol that isn’t even posing much threat to scorching his throat.
‘ work. research. potty breaks from time to time. ’
a man born under a bad sign. the previous thought was all inclusive; he knew better than most that dean winchester preferred to walk outside the line of expectation. "what happened to your four hours?" the words resonate in the otherwise quiet room while he reaches out to pick up one of the stray papers on the desk between them.
"have you found any leads?" because this particular police report only speaks of normalcy in every sense of the word.
out ; i'm going to be here and there for a few, so with writing -- short shenanigans sound amazing. if you'd like a starter, let me know in a comment & i'll get to them as i can.
note: to those newly following, this is a side blog and i can't follow anyone back, but you are more than welcome to the inbox, opens or whatever strikes your fancy.
i don't play by this mutuals only business.
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‘ yeah, well … i’d much rather sleep ‘em through. ’
( a nearing creak of dawn striking a premature six o’clock, yet dean is already with a quarter emptied bourbon bottle by his side & a glass worn by amber trails in his hand.
long night behind him, longer day ahead. )
"you seem to have developed a bad habit of not practicing what you preach." this is where they've coined the phrase: do as i say, not as i do. his gaze wanders over the bottle of bourbon, then to the nearby window where darkness is lifting its veil just so.
" --- what have you been doing all night?" a thoughtful hum and the slight cant of his head follows. he's left himself wide open for one of dean's usual sarcastic remarks to an otherwise earnest question. "besides the obvious."
‘you have read the great gatsby, yes? f. scott fitzgerald?’
" ------- a tale of infidelity and extramarital affairs, i remember." gatsby wasn't so great, now was he.
" ----- i've always liked the moments just before dawn." the air is cool; the sound of silence ethereal. but those details pale in comparison to his actual reasoning.