#mccballin

[thetwistedargent]

mccballin replied to your post “mccballin replied to your post “YOU GUYS HOW DO I EDIT THE REBLOGS?!...”

it's called editable reblogs, it's a blueish icon. you gotta go to new-xkit-extension.tumblr.com to get the right one though if you didnt know that, because originally i didnt and kept getting confused that i didnt see it hA

AHHHH. Thank you SOOO MUCH. You are a lifesaver!

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❛ mccballin

                     ❛ okay, i can feel  you giving me a look right now. ❜ he glances back at scott over his shoulder, pen gripped too tight in his fingers and pressed against his lips. the plastic is bitten, nearly shredded -- a product of the overwhelming ANXIETY  the past week ( and past eighteen years  ) has been inflicting on his nerves.

[scarfiistarchive-blog]

mccballin replied to your post:mccballin liked your post:But like imagine you and...

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scOOTS OVER TO AND WIGGLES EYEBROWS BACK

[rabiiesarchive]

this is not a happy ending. 

                 silas does not know how to be gentle. his fingers were made to curl into fists, his lips to pull back in snarls. his kisses are the stuff of violence, all teeth, all fists, no love. silas does not know how to be gentle,  but now he is; he holds scott’s face in his hands, too tender, too cautious. there is still rage ( there’s always  rage ), but it is subdued. lurking. seething.  bitter regret claws vicious up his throat, sours his ragged breath -- because he’s alone.  ( and he’s scared. he’s so scared. ) scott is too still beneath his shaking hands, glazed eyes staring blank into the dark sky and mouth red with too much blood. 

                                 ( a voice sounds beside him, begs him to let scott ( let his body ) go, but silas bites an insult back. his hands are chilled with cold blood, his brother’s corpse held in his arms like a vice, but still he does not let go. fingers pull at his shoulders, tries to comfort him in the solemn silence of a new-found graveyard, but silas screams,  screams until they flinch away. screams until they leave him, tears staining their own cheeks, and silas  hates them for it.  they don’t understand. they don’t fucking understand.  )

                 only now does he realize he needs scott, loves  scott. only now does he realize something feels empty in him, a gaping hidden wound the size of the one in scott’s chest, jagged and brutal and ever-spreading. he does not feel comfort from his building rage, not warmth, not anything.  he’s cold, as if his sun had been stolen from his sky, replaced with something dark and void of love. he’s cold, he’s so fucking cold. 

                                and scott’s lips are cold, too.

[nothinglikeyxu-blog]

mccballin said: no. no one wants to write with u.

i'm sry who dis?

[wxrriior]

mccballin

         ❛ Well, little one, you have someone very             important coming over today just to see             you. ❜ 

Allison was done combing the little four year old’s straight dark hair. Her head was adorned by a headband with a small pink flower. The toddler had insisted on wearing a tiara, but Allison managed to talk her out of it, suggesting she wore the tutu instead. In all honesty, she had never seen little Victoria so excited. Allison had told her about Scott and Vicky came to the conclusion that she was her mommy’s prince. The little one had insisted on meeting him, and Allison had to agree. After all, Vicky was a big part of her life.

        ❛ Do I look pretty, mommy ? ❜

Victoria’s question made Allison laugh and kiss the top of her head, reassuringly she was the most beautiful girl she had ever see. Vicky giggled and, as if on queue, the doorbell rang. Before Allison could do anything about it, the toddler bolted to the door and, standing on the tip of her toes, she managed to pull down the doorknob. She gasped at the sight and went running back to her mom who was already joining her.

       ❛ Mommy ! It’s your prince ! ❜

Allison shook her head, taking the girl in her arms and walking back to the door where Scott stood. She could feel her heart pounding, not exactly knowing what to expected. She hadn’t dated anyone since Vicky’s dad and this was a big milestone in their relationship.

       ❛ Sorry, she’s a bit energetic. Come in. ❜

[adellaholmes]

she shot up out of bed. tears already running down her face as hair stuck to her forehead. gasping sharply as she reaches out for where scott was SUPPOSED to be. but then, as if the dream was a reminder she started to sob verbally. it wasn’t just a dream. scott mccall, the love of her life was gone. ( or so she thought ) and now she was clutching a pillow gasping as she sobbed hysterically. “wha--what am i supposed to do without you....scott i need you.” not realizing he was already in the room as she continued to completely unravel. 

she needed him. couldn’t imagine herself without him holding her. so until he was back on the bed and consolidating her. this was the utter broken mess anyone could find. 

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Mun Questions - mccballin

✘ People come in a group. If I were to look on your blog, who would I see you interacting with the most?

Chuck for all the obvious reasons (thebigbadisback, honedbroodingskills, shootmestuffmemountme, awakewithmydemons)

 but also the baes that I take with me everywhere (allxson, lightobscur, geneticallyengineered, ofaphelion, etc) 

and the people I admire in this fandom (thexdarkavenger, viisiongirl, lovesbxtch, thebigbadspike, theblueeyedvampire, spikethevampire, etc) 

and so many more.

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

Early morning or late at night. My brain does weird stuff when it’s actually supposed to be working.

♥ What’s your favorite ship with your muse?

Haha. I thought that was pretty obvious…No? Spuffy. These damn babies. Don’t get me wrong. I ship a lot of stuff, and can rp them. I just prefer Spuffy because it made me feel the most watching it. 

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mccballin :)

[scarfiistarchive-blog]

mccballin liked your post:But like imagine you and best friend are just on...

stARES AT YOU

STARES

[rabiiesarchive]

//casually shipping scott&silas from my island of trash...

oh, me and mccballin are Absolutely In Trash Hell too, dont worry,, we have Plans >:))))     ( thank u for shippin them tho....... thank u )

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meme / ask / accepting❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

       honestly, anyone remotely close to me will know my dislike for destiel. and it’s not so much the ship itself – i was never too hung up on it, granted, nor did i realise how popular it was until i made dean. then, i had castiel blogs trying to force ship plots with them for miles. not to mention every thread i read among other deans and castiels seemed ( in my opinion ) terribly out of character for both parties involved. i can see where the excitement may come from – the two certainly hold a lot of devotion for one another and a ‘profound bond’ but it’s simply not my thing, and never has been. the experiences i’ve had regarding it only made me hate it, though.

☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games? Do you or did you go to high school sports games?

       i have considered in the past that dean may have liked football, however, never really got onto any TEAMS as such. solely down to his constant moving from place to place, as opposed to a lack of skill. there was never any time to commit to a sport to that extent, so it was often just casual games he’d get involved with, or tossing a ball back and forth between himself and sammy. nothing major. he definitely enjoyed going to them and watching, though — always with an extra large box of buttered popcorn to go. edit -- as for me, yeah, i’m the least sporty person around, lmfao. no way, josé.

[nothinglikeyxu-blog]

mccballin said: i do i want it  a L L

let's do ALL THE THINGS EVER.

[blueeyedregrets]

mccballin

[ his mouth widens into a yawn as he sprawls on the ‘welcome’ mat on the McCall’s front door, waiting for Scott to show up.]

[adellaholmes]

aly stole cookie dough i repeat aly stole cookie dough 

[griimoiires]