#oooh!

@dodomedic

Flinches upon such a sudden greeting, momentarily baffled enough to glance around his surroundings then awkwardly raised a brow.

My dear, I am actually really thrilled to read your complements! I’m glad people like what I feed them. Honestly, Adrianna is a rare name to come by. I also happen to like a name, so I named my OC Adrianna. I love Rey very much too. That’s why we’re all here! Sharing in our love for one man!

Here have a Ray plush. 🫰☺️

(Apologies if this sent twice! I couldn’t tell if the first one went through.)

OH THIS IS SO SWEEET

I love that it looks like the gentle breeze is still blowing, it’s very pretty to see on paper!

I’m very glad I got the see this :>

@theokitty

@chyremn || 100 non-verbal prompts || accepting!

∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior .

entire weight resting upon elbows bent against the bar, the hunter holds recently refilled glass of whiskey between the press of fingertips belonging to both hands. held up to the glowing neon signs and dim bar lights, green eyes squint into amber liquod like he's trying to figure out some sorta puzzle that floated to the bottom of the glass. there's nothing there. not inside his drink. or.. honestly. same could go for his attention.

a brain too riddled with thoughts for his own good resides between his ears. best he can do is numb it down with a codeine and green label jameson chasers. sat long enough that he, and all his great wall of china sized tolerance, have--finally--reached the point of operator error, blue screen style telltale blank expression. face numb. ears red. dean winchester has, officially, shut himself down.

blissful buzz crosses over into drunk. right hand falls--he swallows the shot down and nudges the empty glass towards the bartender's side of old wood with stains on the varnish.. she winks at him and refills it to the brim. see what some flirting and an open tab can do? magic card into black out wasted! only--as a pair of fingers snatch the glass up before he can and shove a roadblock in his way--someone's about to piss him off and get between him and; trail of thought sent on a crash course against the oncoming polar express of a low, rumbly toned. 'hello dean..' rings in his ears. the hunter swallows a growl of a mumble and turns a glare to his left. returns the greeting with a vaguely slurred...