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nebulasan said: Nice to see you on my dash again!

dude!!! you're still around?? that's so awesome!!

#nebulasan #[ not a demon hunter; ] #; i've missed so many people!

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        ☾ || an•rei•ber: rubbing marks || written by kylie.                                           ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁                    ♙ ▌┋ -  ❛ in the hopes of reaching the moon,                                      men fail to see the flowers blossoming at their feet. ❜                                           ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔                                                                      — including dean winchester, jeremy gilbert,                                                                                    oliver wood, peeta mellark, scott mccall + more!

#x. self promo #; I'VE MOVED DEAN HERE -- IF ANYONE WANTS TO WRITE WITH HIM. uwu #; thank u friends i'm v excited

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yo. so i got my dean winchester muse back. awesome.

#[ not a demon hunter; ]

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martyrscomplex:

      It was fake ID girls night for the lovely miss Elena Gilbert — aka she needed a break, and she happened to find her fake ID somewhere in the backseat of her car.

     Motels got lonely after a while - the TV was fuzzy, and when it wasn’t fuzzy … it sounded fuzzy. She could feel bugs climbing up her skin, despite the room actually being clean. And the 70’s wallpaper made her dizzy.

            All roads led to getting drunk for the night.

       This time she didn’t even sit at the bar, her body was open to conversation - conversation that wasn’t with her bow when she was cleaning it.

           And her brown eyes couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the man who kept the dancers coming to his ‘side’.

                “You look higher than a kite right now,” she commented.

              She was almost terrified to glance down.

     Green eyes glancing upwards at the firm voice of a female, the Winchester broke out into his award-winning smile, hues dancing with amusement. Whoever she was, she was a goddamn work of art -- although perhaps that was just his liquor-addled brain misjudging her.

     For some reason, the hunter had his doubts. He'd only woken up beside a drag queen once before -- and he was only 19 at the time. Everyone made mistakes.

                  "Are you the fun police? Because I'd be more than happy to get arrested by someone who looks like you."

      So what if he's a bit out of practice? So what if she ends up slapping him with one of those perfectly manicured hands? Worth it.

#martyrscomplex #thread; #v: undetermined #; have a dumb short reply omg #; sorry pegasus

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      she probably shouldn’t have been wandering the streets alone at       god knows what time it was —— but there she was all the same,       hands tucked beneath her arms to try and sustain some of the       warmth that was escaping rapidly from her in the bite of the night air.       the scarf was doing little to aid her in this venture, allowing the wind       to draw it away from the structure of her pale neck. 

                                        ana could almost hear the chiding words of her                                         father —— telling her to come home, that she                                         shouldn’t have gone out at this time of night in                                         the first place. 

                                                    but the ravenette never was one for                                                     doing as she was told. 

             which was something that she quickly rethought as she came              headfirst into the broad chest of a man who reeked of alcohol —-              - but she didn’t have time to question whether he was dangerous              or not, or to even get a look at his face as she fell straight back              onto her rear; a slight grunt parting from ruby lips. 

                                          rubbing away the dazed glaze that had                                           overpowered her vision, emerald eyes                                           glanced through the darkness for his visage. 

                ❝——what  do  you  think  you’re  doing?❞

     so that definitely could've gone better. drunkenly fumbling for some form of physical purchase as he reached for her arm, dean drew up blank, forced to do nothing but watch as she fell to the floor. immediately, he felt like the jerk his brother was so quick to label him as. she was pissed -- and not in the good way, like him.

                       chewing awkwardly on his bottom lip,                        the hunter's lips upturned into an awkward,                        lop-sided grin before he lifted his arms into a shrug.

                ❝——oops?❞

     he cursed the heavens above for his loose tongue, immediately disciplining himself for vocalising such a dickhead platitude. oops? -- really? where the hell had his goddamn manners gone?

                                    probably washed away after that fourth shot,                                     if he was entirely honest with himself.

     trying again, he extended his hand in her direction. or-- at least, he thought it was her direction. there were two of her, after all.

                ❝Knocking over a beautiful woman, apparently.❞

                                                                                   better.

                               ❝Sorry about that. Usually I'm the one blown off my feet.❞

           okay, it still needed improvement. but it was definitely a start.

                  ❝-- I'm Dean.❞

#thedarknesstohislight #thread; #v: undetermined #YOU ARE SO SWEET. #i know a lot of the followers of this blog don't watch teen wolf #so they haven't seen my writing in quite some time #aaaaaaaye i've improved ;)

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         It hurt like hell the last time I lost you

                          [ a n d ]

         I don't wanna do that again.

#[ save the goddamn chick flick moment; ]

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  seven shots of bourbon and three lap dances later,   he doesn't have a damn clue where the hell he is,   or where the hell he parked his car.

                              in hindsight, he probably should've planned his night better.

            because now? now he's stranded in an unfamiliar town with nothing but $3 and a pack of sugarfree gum because goddamnit sam, quit being such a bitch and trying to force a health kick on him. 

                       hands tucked comfortably in his pockets, he's walking like he's on goddamn sunshine -- thanks katrina and the waves -- and he's not going to let this get him down. because he got three free lap dances.

                plus he found a miniature army figurine in                 the pocket of his signature leather jacket. 

                      "-- Awesome."

             could this night get any better?              he supposes that's completely up              to the person he's just run headlong into. 

#openspnrp #open rp #open starter #supernatural rp #WHAT EVEN IS THIS #I DON'T KNOW #WRITE WITH ME

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ANYWAY, if anyone would like to do the writing thing, holla at yo girl and reply to this post or something. Because I'm dropping everything and starting fresh. Canon divergent from the end of season seven. I haven't watched even half of season eight, and I refuse to touch season nine with a ten inch pole.

SO THAT'S THAT THEN. HI GUYS.

#i'm following 200 people #l o l #[ not a demon hunter; ]

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#the jerk;

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#[ spank bank; ] #lol bye

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I just wanted to say, even though we never have written together nor know each other, I really love your Dean portrayal. I'm not a fan of the current seasons or the direction Dean has gone in/the fact most players keep it to that canon. So to me it's refreshing to see to a Dean who still is like from seasons before, it makes me feel excited about SPN again; I truly hope your break helps, it'd be a shame to see such an amazing Dean go forever.

                                     PSYCHE!

                              I'M NOT GONE FOREVER.

#ooc ask #Anonymous

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A lot of people want me to come back to this blog. But everything is Allison Argent grief right now. AND EVERYTHING  H U R T S.

I literally cannot write anything but painful drabbles. /lays down on the floor

The fact the my Isaac muse is so fucking depressed that he actually managed to summon Dean for company after months of him being totally awol -- that says a lot. I mean, bloody hell. I've got one muse sitting in the corner doing nothing but counting his fingers all day long. And I've got Dean, trying to be the comedic relief even though he knows how delicate the situation is.

Jesus christ I missed him. I'm so upset.

#tw spoilers #[ not a demon hunter; ]

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But what if I came back to this blog.

#[ not a demon hunter; ]

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cxnsult replied to your post:/casually logs onto old blog while drunk        ...

im spyin o n u kylei

U WANNA GO ME HOMEY BECAUSE I KNOW JUJUSTU HOW DO I EVEN SPELL THA TWORD WHY I S AUTOCORREC FAILING ME IT JUST SAYS 'JUST' AND IM NO

#cxnsult #[ not a demon hunter; ] #im love #the embodiment of love #l o v e #i will wrap u up in warm hugs #and have sex with u if u ask nicely #lol jks im a fuckin princess fuck o #ff

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/casually logs onto old blog while drunk

               /regrets nothing

#[ not a demon hunter; ]

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#fuck #i just #am laughing hysterically #esus im defs drunk aye #l o l #butfuck #haha buttfuck #shut up ky lie #hahahahahaha #no but #[ save; ]

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psa.

I need a break.

I can’t be here. I can’t stand it. I don’t like my dash here. I don’t know how to get past it. I don’t relate to the show anymore. I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing on this blog. 

I’m not good at writing Dean. Not the way canon is pushing. I can’t do it. I can’t write Dean like that. I can’t write him completely desolate, without a shred of hope. I can’t write him as the proverbial boxing bag for every character on the show. I can’t write him as the guy that can’t catch a break. I can’t even write with canon spn roleplayers anymore, because I haven’t been watching the show — and because of that, I can’t wish-fulfil plots for you. I can’t write starters about the latest episodes. I can’t even reply to starters about the latest episodes, because my Dean’s response would now be deemed ‘ooc’. 

I’m entirely useless to you. 

What the hell am I supposed to do with that? Become a crossover-only blog?

I’m not a good Dean. I can give you a list of several who will better fulfil your roleplaying needs. In fact, I’m going to. Because I can’t be here anymore. I’m going mental. And truthfully, I’ve never really fit in here.

So here you go. Good Deans. Strong Deans. Little balls of fur.

pulledfromhell; brandedbyanangel; xfearsome; xkamikazed

I’m going on an indefinite hiatus. Maybe someday I’ll break out of this funk, and return to canon Dean. But as of now, I feel like I’d rather stab myself in the eye with a fork than attempt to fit in here. I will still be writing Dean. But it’ll be an AU Dean. You can find me on the following accounts if you’d like to keep in touch.

allisonbreathe [isaac lahey]

oliverpooled​ [oliver wood] 

fandeango [au dean]

swanchesters [personal]

You can also find me on skype [kyperactive] and kik [allisonbreathe]. Please tell me your username if you add me.

I’m really sorry. Extremely sorry. But I guess my happiness takes priority.

I love you guys. I really hope I’ll see you somewhere else. 

                               Bye.

#find that evil sonovabitch and queue it