#notadame

                          “TOLERANCE? C’mahn        I’m the LIFE of the party’ta be ‘round. ‘keep things a lil’ UPBEAT cause people here like’ta keep a ROCKET up their ass.”

             He was a FREE SPIRITED individual , a divinity of LIGHT that was cloaked in OBSCURITY and MALICE. A man that frequented the limitations of HUMANITY , something he was so FOREIGN to. It’s no wonder why his relationships ( friendships alike ) seemed to DISSOLVE so quickly. How could ANYONE keep someone like him AROUND for longer than a week?

            Dean DARED placed a hesitant hand on a slender shoulder , azure optics resting on feminine features. A rare BEAUTY that captivated him , one he respected and held in HIGH REGARDS. How old fashioned , yet so . . . ALLURING.

❛  C’MERE.  ❜    SYLLABLES  RUMBLE  past barely parted lips.  he doesn’t wait for her to oblige, however, before nose tucks itself into the crook of her neck.  she radiates warmth his bones lack, arm raveling comfortably about her waist in efforts to tug her closer.  heavy lids fall closed, hiding against her flesh; her goodness.  notice:  the way he clutches.  he doesn’t deserve it, but that doesn’t mean he won’t take it. 

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lIZZ! DON'T FUCKING SWEAR, IT'S NOT LADYLIKE! *huffs* no okay but, i'm pretty sure absolutely everyone who follows me knows by now that you are my best friend, the person i tell literally everything too, the person i trust more than anyone else. i call you my best friend because there's no word strong enough to truly describe who you are to me, and what you mean too me, which is to say, everything.

when i think back to that first time we ever spoke, ( and to be honest, i can't even remember what was said ), i thank jeebus everyday. i don't know where i'd be without you, and i know for a fact that i would not have lasted as long as i have on regina if it weren't for you. i've wanted to give up before, i've wanted to delete before, when things got hard and it's because of you, talking to you and listening to you and just generally interacting with you, that i continued.

you are one of those people i admire, because you're just such an incredible writer, and an incredible human being. every character you choose to portray, you do so with perfection and i don't care how long it may take you, i would wait forever for a reply from you.

i log in to skype, and i immediately check to see if you're on. if i'm just sitting there, i sit on your window just because it makes me feel better. i re-read some of our threads, because they give me inspiration to write and it's not my own writing that prompted that inspiration. you are one of the most important people in my life and i love you so much. xoxo.

she doesn’t DARE to meet his gaze. she knows a little too well what will happen if she does        she will break.   and she will regret it.  her strong exterior  will  prove  to  be  nothing  more than a facade.  a shell built to protect her from just this.

                    no one has seen that shell break open.                     and she  refuses  let  him  be  the  first.

                     ❛ you can’t fix me. ❜

          these are not the hands of someone who is capable of repairing.           bloodstained and vicious, metal and flesh digits alike have torn.           they have twisted and gripped and strangled, have pulled back a           trigger with no chance of hesitation or remorse, have wielded           knives and driven them into skin resulting in only more scarlet           to be washed upon his name.

          but there are times, mostly dulled by static and only brought to life           with the presence of facts etched upon glass or video clips, or           even just the laying of his eyes upon the one he can call friend —           — there was a time when his hands could heal, albeit subtly. where           they cared. when he cared. 

          peggy and he may not be the closest. but they have a mutual tie           and a muddied, sparse past that he can at least accept in having           known her. being around anyone and seeing them suffering is a           beacon to him; no one reached out when he was falling apart. and           he may not be able to offer much. but he is at least here. 

                               ❛ maybe not. but i can listen.                                                  if you want me to. ❜

        " are you ready yet? you know i like the         blue one, you look great in blue just-- "