#and goddamn those jeans just don't exist anymore

[pennielane]

lord help me find the perfect pair of mom jeans amen

[cornerofhell]

Alrighty now that we've got Eddie's backstory, may I present his girlfriend/life partner:

Annabelle Diane Jackson was born to a middle class family in one of the many towns in New York. Her father, Leonard, was the chief of police, and her mother, Florence was a stay at home mother

Neither of them were very fitting of their roles

Leonard was corrupt and an abusive alcoholic, and Florence turned a blind eye thanks to her addiction to the drugs Leonard provided her from his job.

Annie was constantly wanted to be silent in the home as if she didn't exist, but the perfect angel out in public. When she wasn't she was hit, and chastised by her mother on "why can't you just do what Daddy says"

As Annie grew older she started to try to find any reason to not go home. Library stays for "studying", helping with bake sales, just walking up and down the streets, whatever kept her out of that god forsaken house.

The more she got out, the more she met people on the streets. Hooligans, as many would call them, but Annie thought they were wonderful. Misfits like her who understood bad homes. The more people to talk to, to listen to her, to include her in fun. Drinking, smoking, smoking pot, all the while treating her like a true person.

And with new friends she began to rebel more, getting more snappy, less fearful of her father's hands, wanting to be treated better...

Of course the abuse just got worse but to finally have a purpose - to have people who cared... It stung a tiny bit less. Just a little.

And when she turned eighteen, she was kicked to the curb. "You're not our- MY goddamn problem anymore. Become a whore for all I care. Just get the fuck out."

And out she did. She grabbed the few things she was allowed to leave with and ran like hell. She wanted nothing to do with her old town besides the friends she made. She was homeless, but she was free.

She changed her name- Donna Jean Angelo, and ran off with some of her friends. Donna wanted to go anywhere away from New York, and after travelling about over the years, after the friends split their ways, doing what they could to put food on the table, even stealing, Donna ended up in New Jersey.

She was twenty-seven, living in a shitty apartment, working as a waitress, and stealing and pickpocketing what she had to from those higher up.

She met Eddie in the diner she worked at, and often saw him there as a recurring customer, sometimes with a man and a woman, sometimes just the man, sometimes alone.

The night everything really changed though, was a night like any other... Donna having tripped by a group of bratty teenagers, who had already been making fun of Eddie rather blatantly about his shaggy demeanor, and he was alone today.

Her manager began yelling at her immediately for shattering the plates, and quickly turned to Eddie but- "Nah, it's alright. She... It wasn't her fault. It was those little assholes."

Donna was surprised warmly by the defense of her, but stayed quiet, because like hell was she getting yelled at again.

Later that night, when Donna got off her shift, she passed by a dark alleyway- one she heard noises coming from-

"-you fucking shithead. Don't ever fuck with her again, you hear me? I know someone who could make you hurt a lot worse-"

Upon closer inspection, with the small light of the moonlight, it was.... That Customer. Eddie. With one of the teenagers, who now looked to be almost pissing himself...

Probably because of the gun that Eddie held to his throat.

Eddie's head snapped up and his eyes showed a look of horror at being caught, just enough for the teenager to shove him off and take off running away.

Donna stood frozen, the two of them staring at each other once Eddie recovered from his fall. She'd seen plenty of men with guns, it was New Jersey for Christ's sake...

But never one who fought for her honor like this. And someone adorable too.

"you okay?"

[incarnateirony]

There was no effort on my part. That’s what I’m saying. You keep giving your enemies ammo. And why would I ask those people—and in what batshit situation—about anything lmfao. And found on Google? No. I just told you. ******** records. All of them. I didn’t have to piece together anything. And yeah, you may not have made up 8Ball’s existence, but your connection to him is bs. No one is making you post these asks by the way. Bassinet half-eaten cheeseburger ass. Anyway, have a good night projecting about acting hot shit behind a keyboard. Best of luck to you. xx

No, you cunt, I want to hang you all out to dry. Because at the end of the day, you're still some pale ass bitch trying to keyboard warrior behind a sock because you can't fucking cope with the fact that most of the world is more relevant than whatever hole in the wall you've rotten in to make you such a row of insufferable cunts.

I'm over it. I'm over your denial of reality. I'm over you sucking your own back lips to tell yourselves it's raining tuna smelling ass mayo. that shit don't come premixed, asshole, that's your own stink. Fucking, i need you guys to get it. i want the whole world to get it. You guys are, in fact, dumb as bricks, insufferable ass cunts with no reason to even exist in this fandom or frankly just about anywhere by how you fuckin' act. Lifeless pepperoni face electric fry haired pieces of shit telling people to get therapy while being all DURHUR I MAKE SOCK TO THREATEN U ABOUT SHIT YOU TALKED ABOUT PUBLICLY. what is this, fuckin mark pepperoni having a goddamn meltdown?

crusty ass bitches, over your worthless asses or pretending you're worth jack shit but putting frames around so when your world comes thundering down and you're all sounding like the confused hagass buffalo herd sounds you look like you can remember this shit. we got us some shit to hang on the fuckin fridge for memories.

You brainless cunts don't get it. This isn't an SPN account anymore. This is a personal account. you're just a bunch of sacks of shit obsessed with people who don't care you exist, me included

go pull your tattered ass labias off the floor, roll that shit up, throw it over your shoulder like a continental soldier and get the fuck out.

this isn't a fucking spn stan war. you're still not grasping how incomprehensibly fucking irrelevant you all are and if you're going to keep crawling here with your notice me senpai bullshit I'm gonna keep nailing it to the wall so you remember when shit all slings sideways for you in half a year. Fuckin shit

can't imagine being such a privileged cunt to not be able to connect the dots on sunnyside houston, surviving on streets to avoid DV, and all this shit i been open about for years that yall motherfuckers are only now pissing your pants to deny because you realize it's suddenly in your backyard lmfao. nah. its ours get that classist weird keyboard warrior bullshit out of here man, you wanna show up we'll do it the right way i cannot emphasize enough your privileged ass bullshit does not fly here, and by here, i mean nola. this fuckin little whiteass special snowflake all opinions are valid bullshit isn't how it floats

you don't like my music? you can go find some spn blog that cares about your weird roleplay of relevance

didn't read those doxxuments close enough to find out why that DV ex was suddenly real scared of me and real careful about when he showed up or broke in. pretty sure he filed a complaint that a bunch of black men would jump him if we had to do any legal discussions directly lmao. so. pop off

anyway wait until you find out what a Susan is whlie you're peeing here, and if you're wearing old Guess jeans while trying to ride my ass, pull them off, cuz you got me and her all over yours. enjoy, bitches

you guys are so insufferably desperate you're trying to google your way through my own life and rebuild what happened. Jesus christ, GET THERAPY. and desperate for what?? to deny reality of a direction a tv show is going. To someone you SWEAR you believe has ZERO affiliation and yet just compulsively have to show up and register socks to argue with like sacks of shit. lmao god how can you not see the Pressed waves you're radiating?