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[theirmadness]

❝ i know i can’t protect you from everything, but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control. ❞ (from Bobby to Sam ;.;)

meme status: accepting. meme source: uknown.

❝ i'm tired of feeling like such a disappointment all the time, bobby. to you, to dean, to everyone i ever loved. ❞ he knows all bobby wants is to protect him, to keep him from any harm that might come his way, as any father would want to. but sam also knows that that is beyond the hunter's capability. bobby was the closest thing to a father that he ever had, and that he still had, and it hurt him, thinking about all the ways which he had failed him. which he knows he will continue to do. ❝ i can't let you keep risking yourself like that for me. i don't deserve it. and if i lost you, on top of everything else? i don't know what i'd do. ❞ sam had lost too much, already.

[riighteouspath]

@fearfled liked for garth !

head tilts as blue eyes study the man in front of him. he’s heard things about garth -- small quips from dean, nice things from sam. yet, he’s still unsure of what to expect from this interaction. perhaps, the other will see them as coworkers ; acquaintances working towards the same end goal. “hello, garth. sam told me you could ‘use some backup,’ as he said, with the case.” hands hover for a moment, as he completes his words with air - quotes, before they’re once more falling to his sides.

[citizenstarlight]

        It was a difficult path that Annie chose. After all for twenty six years she dreamed of being in the Seven – saving the world. Only to have those dreams spat on and torn to shreds in a few short years. Even now it was a hard pill to swallow.

        “Cheers to that.” Annie held up her glass, “It’s a surprise honestly. You’d think Vought would show me at my worst if they could….” A deep sigh of annoyance left her as she took another sip. She supposed she should be thankful she was photogenic.

        “Sounds like a plan. After all that stuff on the news….” Like Homelander straight up murdering one of her supporting her broad daylight, “I need it.”

Allie really didn't have much to say in terms of comfort. This had been her first REAL friendship with a supe that hadn't ended in chaos and it seemed now things were taking a turn for the worse. Well, for her friend, at least.

"They used a good picture, at least..." Not great, not much help. "I mean..." Alice trailed off in thought for a moment, only to come up empty-handed.

"How about I get the tab tonight?"

[theirlivesarchive]

𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴  𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴  𝙸'𝙳  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝚃𝙾  𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆  𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁.

last  song:    what  makes  you  beautiful  by  one  direction

favourite  colour:    duck  egg

currently  watching:    rewatching  shameless,  binge-watching  the  goldbergs  for  the  first  time  and  i  just  finished  all  seasons  of  true  detective. 

spicy/savoury/sweet:    sweet  and  savoury

relationship  status:    forever  single

current  obsession:    i’m  really  into  worldbulding  aka  creating  npcs  or  even  original  characters  i’d  like  to  write  that  are  linked  to  my  other  characters  lately.  

TAGGED  BY:      @crownedhopelesss    (  ily  ) TAGGING:      @esc0rted,  @azrahel,  @guttcrson,  @legacytaught,  @fearfled,  @shortfell,  @valleyschamp,  @venustrape    &    @imacting

[bloodsaltedshifting]

what does love feel like to you?

fire

one touch from them sets you on fire. and it burns and burns and takes over everything in its path, including you. you don't care. they are worth it. they are worth every sacrifice and tear, every smile and laugh. as long as they are at your side, you will happily light that match and set everything aflame again. don't slip on the gasoline, my love.

tagged by: @ruinedmyself (more like ruined me with this omfg!) tagging: @qapsiel , @murderdeals , @singersalvaged , @sarishim , @hostiae , @heavenlylies , @fearfled && anyone else that wants the feels tag you're it!

[awkwardcourage]

Bobby didn't seem particularly impressed and Hughie couldn't blame him. They had been out there for far too long for their efforts to have culminated in one shot that wasn't even dead centre. Then again, he wasn't displeased, which had to count for something, Hughie supposed. At least he'd shot something before they both died of boredom or frustration.

Hughie nodded. Gun safety hadn't been a difficult thing for Hughie to pick up on quickly considering how nervous he was around weapons, so he went through the rigamarole of making sure it couldn't go off by accident once he put it down.

"Yes," Hughie answered, with too much enthusiasm considering what Bobby Singer liked to eat. While there was a certain nostalgia and comfort that came from crappy frozen food, Hughie was from New York and therefore had been spoiled by being surrounded by a plethora of restaurants, delis and food stands. He was struggling with having to lower his standard.

Hughie's head snapped up at the mention of pizza, again, far too eager and enthusiastic; but, god he had missed pizza. No pizza place in Sioux Falls would have anything on New York pizza, but Hughie was beyond caring. Take out pizza sounded incredible, no matter how shitty it was.

"Yeah," Hughie grinned, "I'd love to get pizza."

The sound of beaten-to-shit metal filled the auto yard with a satisfying clang, a noise often heard amidst the vehicular junk that accompanied Robert's home. Thank goodness he had no immediate neighbours. Some down the road a few, but none so close as to make any formal complaints over the noise. Or, perhaps those nearby thought he was an average ol' gun-tottin' American with a hankering for late afternoon target practice. Either way, that sweet, sweet sound was familiar and yet still exciting.

But Bob kept that enthusiasm somewhat at bay. Making the hit into a 'huge deal' wouldn't help the newfound hunter. After all, soon this would be his everyday life and it was a thankless job - but somebody damn well had to do it!

"Well, I think that's 'nough for today." a large pause and once again, the older gentleman scratched at his beard in thought. An action that occurred pretty regularly, ain't no use in fixin' somethin' that ain't broke. "Chow time?" the aforementioned 'chow' being a Hungry Man: 'Salisbury Steak' dinner combined with a glass of whiskey on ice.

Then again, the shot was technically a win. So, Bobby gave a slight nod as if to lean into his upcoming offering of encouragement to his younger counterpart.

"How's about we call for a pizza?" not somethin' that he normally performed but... hey. Why not?

[singersalvaged]

Ind. Multi featuring ALICE SMITH a supernatural OC, and BOBBY SINGER. Blog under co.

FULL CARRD / other multi muse (horror oriented) @fearfled

[shaepschift-a]

I blame @fearfled for making me bring back graverobber & attempt my hand at nathan wallace

[goremade-a]

❛❛        nothing’s  changed   .      you’ll  go  home  .      you’ll  be  alone ,    no  one  will  listen  to  you   ;    you’re  just  the  girl  with  the  DEAD  FAMILY ,   dani  .     ❜❜ 

      a  HANNIBAL  RISING  thing  for  @fearfled​

[riighteouspath]

9   PEOPLE   I   WANT   TO   GET   TO   KNOW   BETTER .   

last   song   i   listened   to :  wonder woman by miley cyrus, but it's changing to blank space (taylor's version) by taylor swift as i'm typing this. favourite   colour :  incredibly rude to make me choose, i love all of them. currently   watching :   the minutes change on the clock so i can get off work. last   movie   /   tv   show   i   watched :   promising young woman, and i started mr. & mrs. smith on prime today. spicy   /   savory   /   sweet : spicy, but i like them all. relationship   status :   single. last   thing   i   googled :   'toto band genre' for work. current   obsession :   castiel, angel of the lord.

tagged by : @fearfled ( winks with both my eyes ) tagging : uhh every single person who reads this !!

[awkwardcourage]

How do you need to be touched?

Fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

tagged by: @hom3land3r <3

tagging: @soleiltm, @citizenstarlight, @bewitchingbaker, @fearfled, @innerwar

[awkwardcourage]

Hughie didn't think he'd ever actually seen Bobby without a baseball cap on. He didn't take it off when he was indoors. It wouldn't surprise him all that much if he found out that he took showers with one on. He could have got him beer or whiskey, but that seemed generic. Impersonal. Getting him something he'd (hopefully) wear felt like a better way to say thank you.

His nerves were a little bit wracked at first, but they melted away when he saw the shadow of a smile softening Bobby’s features. Hughie had never been called a ‘good nut’ before and it made him laugh a little, though there was nothing malicious in it. It was a compliment and they were hard tol come by from Bobby Singer. “Thanks. You’re not a bad nut yourself.”

@singersalvaged

“Hey! Uh, I wanted to get you something to say thank you for helping me with all the hunting stuff so, uh, here. I’ve still got the receipt, so don’t worry if you don’t like it.”

"You... got me somethin'?" Bobby took the cap in his calloused hands, fingertips brushing over the comically incorrect words as his lips upturned just slightly into a faint smile. No one ever got him anythin', he didn't know much of what to say but he went with his best answer given the touching moment. "Y'er a good nut, Hughie."

[horrcpedia]

You're  not  SCARED  ,  truly  in  this  situation  there's  nothing  to  be  scared  OF   ,  from  the  gun  on  your  hip  and  the  logic  of  the  situation  .  it's  a  common  scenario  where  people  would  dress  up  as  their  favorite  slashers  to  scare  those  alone  at  night .  And  why  would  you ,  the  nerdy  nerd ,  an  expert  on  all  subjects  horror  be  frightened  by  somebody  dressed  as  ,  well  --

"    oh   !  Ghostface  ,  it's  always  a  wonderful  sight  to  see  .  for  some  reason  people  always  prefer  to  dress  up  as  Michael  Myers  ,  or  Jason .  I  have  no  clue  why ,  but  I  think  the  mask  design  for  Ghostface  will  always  be  superior  .  The  other  two  are  recognized  for  entirely  different  things  ,  but  Ghostface  ?  well  ,  just  look  at  you  !  very  accurate .  You  have  done  a  wonderful  job  in  recreation  !  "   

The sound of plastic twisting and turning against deathly black material fills a small gap between them as if baiting the target into action - not that it would matter. The show must go on and he knew the script off by heart.

"I thought you said you like SCARY movies? You're a star!"

[bloodykneestm]

"you know you freak me out when you talk like a fucking edgar allan poe poem like that," mike says frankly; though, he knows what she means. he's no stranger to the darkness, the vices they've both chosen. he smokes a cigarette on the porch, bent slightly over the fencing to relax his body weight against it. he turns his head toward her as he exhales smoke. "they say time heals all wounds," he wiggles his half-amputated fingers. "guess they were wrong..."

@bloodykneestm liked for a closed starter from SAM GIDDINGS

once upon a time, she hadn't been so anxious. Back when the world held green and blue and pink hues. Now all was red, or grey... sometimes black if the nightmares were starved out with unhealthy coping mechanisms.

unhealthy for others, maybe. They were all she had in the end. And Mike. Pain - and Mike.

"It's always there beside me. Walking with me. Listening to my agony." both while alone and accompanied.

[awkwardcourage]

Hughie didn’t meet the look that Bobby gave him. Because of this, he was unaware of what state he was being fixed with, but he could only imagine that it was teeming, as all the others were, with exasperation.

Hughie was a tall, lanky thing, but he seemed to shrink in his embarrassment and contrition. Of course he couldn’t shoot with his eyes closed, yet it seemed as impossible to not do it as it was obvious that he shouldn’t. Hughie glanced at Bobby, a naked look, nervous, looking for a hint that the exasperation had reached its boiling point and was smelting into anger.

“I know, I just… I’ve never done this before.” Hughie didn’t feel at all in control of anything, let alone the weapon in his hands. He had hoped, assumed, that being trained how to deal with the shit he had seen would make him feel more confident, but at that moment it just felt like there was something else to worry about. Everything was new and unknown and Hughie was trying not to let it show just how scared of everything he was; though he was certain he was failing.

He heaved a sigh at the instruction, but there would be no way he’d improve unless he practiced. Ain’t nothin’ to be afraid of. Hughie was sure he could find something to be afraid of. It seemed to be his talent, getting scared shitless over nothing. He raised the shotgun, wondering if he was doing it right, like it was an extension of his arm. Hughie glanced over at Bobby, to find that he was staring up at the sky, probably to give him a moment to himself. Hughie took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger. He flinced at the sound of metal striking the tin can. He had got it, but only just. He had managed to catch its side- but it was more than he'd managed thus far.

A stare ensued. Could a man feel like he had lived one hundred and twenty years while only in his early fifties? Beard hairs ruffled from a weary sigh. Tomorrow couldn't come sooner for the grizzled, worn-down hunter that seemed like an elder to so many, both fleeting and residential.

"Kid, ya' can't close y'er eyes," The words were combined with a small shake of his head and Bobby stepped forward to try and ease the much younger man. " Listen, you control the gun. The gun don't control you." a small offering of compassion over what the kid had gone through. They'd all been through the ringer, Hughie was just the most recent addition to the supernatural circus. Best to tread lightly with his usual tough love act that he offered the Winchesters, not everyone operated well under said pressures.

Still, Robert could only become so soft when it came to acting as a mentor of sorts. Life was tough, and then it ended. That was it. "Try again - and hold it in your hand like it's an extension of you. Ain't nothin' to be afraid of, the yard is empty." He reassured and stepped back once again, neck upturning to take in the sky. Perhaps Hughie had stage fright.

[awkwardcourage]

With Hughie's experience, or extreme lack thereof, the gun may as well have been a hand grenade. He held it away from himself, like it was liable to go off on its own at any given moment. Hughie had never even held a gun before. He wouldn't tell Bobby that, but his whole demeanour made it painfully obvious.

Hughie didn't have a fucking clue what he was doing. By all rights he shouldn't be there and if it hadn't been what had happened to Robin, he wouldn't; but it had happened. She was dead and there he was, standing in a junkyard belonging to a man he barely knew, learning how to use a gun he was terrified of shooting.

Hughie looked down at the shotgun in his hands and back up at Bobby. He felt like he was getting on his last nerve, but then again, he always felt like that, so perhaps Bobby had more nerves than he was letting on. With a sigh, he turned to face the targets, lifting the butt of the gun to his shoulder like he'd been shown.

The trigger was squeezed. Hughie flinched, eyes squeezing shut in a grimace and to the surprise of no one, he didn't even come close to hitting his target (a bullet hole ridden paint can). "Fuck," he hissed. He wasn't even shooting at a person and he was still jittery as hell. Trying to hide the shaking of his hands, Hughie fiddled with the gun to try and reload it.

@awkwardcourage liked for a plotted starter from bobby singer

" it's'a firearm, boy. not a damn hand grenade. " weathered, wrinkled eyes squinted from the sunlight that managed to fold under the brim of his ball cap as he watched his... 'trainee'. although Bobby was a friend to some and resource to many, he found himself firm with this recruit. No time for playing in the hornets nest. If Hughie was a serious kid than they had work to do.

" we're burnin' daylight, focus. " he spoke again, this time taking a somewhat gentler approach (gentler for him, that was). Only so much time left before the sun began to set and they would need to head back in the house. Shooting with a newbie in the dark wasn't on his bucket list.

During their time together Robert had wondered if Sam and Dean would take a liking to Hughie, or find his awkwardness unappealing. He could see Sam movin' passed it, Dean on the other hand...