My name's Ben Braeden. I live with my mom, Lisa. I'm 16 years old and I live in Michigan.
I like baseball, hockey, that show Doctor Who, and video games. I'm a sophomore in high school. My guidance counselor wants to make me a Senior next year... Just ask me stuff.
On AIM: BeBraed
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31
May
i am going to be disappointed when i go see the amazing spiderman and peter’s parents arent tony and steve
“NOW, BABY BROTHER, HOLD MY HAND WHILE WE CROSS THE STREET.”
“Thor, stop that. I’m an adult.”
“HOLD MY HAND, BROTHER.”
“I’m not your brother.”
“HOLD MY HAND.”
“Fine.
“HALT DEAR BROTHER—I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THE PROPER ACTION BEFORE CROSSING A MIDGARDIAN STREET IS TO LOOK BOTH WAYS. ALLOW ME TO DO SO FOR THE BOTH OF US.”
“Thor, every mode of transportation these pathetic humans have created would only bruise us at best—”
“THAT IS NOT THE POINT, BROTHER. AS GODS IT IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY TO SET AN EXAMPLE FOR THE YOUNGER GENERATION!”
“How many times must I remind you that such sentimental nonsense will have no sway over my decisions?”
“THINK OF THE MIDGARDIAN CHILDREN, BROTHER!”
“…”
“…”
“…THE CHILDREN!”
oh my lord
(Source: jillypooh)
Dean’s face fell. “I’m Dean Winchester. And my brother is Sam.” Dean eyed him funny, “Em tell you to mess with me? It’s not funny. My brother’s dead, asshat.”
Ben’s jaw dropped. There had been something he’d been missing about this guy and BAM teeanged Dad sitting in front of him. “Honest to God I… What. I.” Ben just stared. “Honestly I had no idea… your Sam’s…” his voice cracked and went all funny as he got pale,” dead? Oh my God. That’s… that’s horrible. But I’m not pulling the worst prank ever man, swear to God. You want me to call my Uncle Sam and put him on speaker to prove it? Or my Dad?”
Another version. Most were older than him. It made sense. Dean shook his head, “No, I believe you.” He stared at him for a second. “Well this is weird.”
This is really awkward,” Ben said. “You’re basically my dad at what, 16? 17? This is something that would happen to me. Weird things happen because of the wee bit of Winchester in me.”
Crazy, that’s what my Dad’s got. 67 Chevy Impala. I’m DYING to take her out for a ride next time he comes to town. If I have to get down on my knees and beg him I totally will.
His name’s Dean Winchester. He and my Uncle Sam are kinda bad ass. Or at least that’s what he tells me.
Dean’s face fell. “I’m Dean Winchester. And my brother is Sam.” Dean eyed him funny, “Em tell you to mess with me? It’s not funny. My brother’s dead, asshat.”
Ben’s jaw dropped. There had been something he’d been missing about this guy and BAM teeanged Dad sitting in front of him. “Honest to God I… What. I.” Ben just stared. “Honestly I had no idea… your Sam’s…” his voice cracked and went all funny as he got pale,” dead? Oh my God. That’s… that’s horrible. But I’m not pulling the worst prank ever man, swear to God. You want me to call my Uncle Sam and put him on speaker to prove it? Or my Dad?”
This is fucking amazing so I’m reblogging this, idgaf <3
I laughed pretty hard at this xD
This is actually really funny.
(Source: christina-choe)
ask-benbraeden:-So um er… you’re in the life. I was kinda hoping you would think my Dad killed Bambi and company for fun.
But yeah, my Dad’s in the life. He’s got this kick ass old Chevy and I don’t get to see him much. But the home bullet hole patch up is something I can pick up on. So who shot you? Salt or lead?
Silver. And uh, my girlfriend actually. Her first hunt. -laughs- Ya know I have an old Chevy too. Impala. Used to belong to my dad. What’s your dad’s name?
Crazy, that’s what my Dad’s got. 67 Chevy Impala. I’m DYING to take her out for a ride next time he comes to town. If I have to get down on my knees and beg him I totally will.
His name’s Dean Winchester. He and my Uncle Sam are kinda bad ass. Or at least that’s what he tells me.
30
May
Varsity Baseball, starting pitcher. -shrugs- It’s kinda my thing. My Dad hunts, My Mom’s a yoga instructor and I play ball. I’m planning on going to med school after I graduate. I’m already a year a head in an accelerated program thingy my guidance counselor had my Mom guilt trip me into.
Jock and a brainiac. Well look at you. Not what I pictured out of Em’s boyfriend but hey, good for her.
God you should have seen the looks my buddies gave me when I wouldn’t shut up about her when she moved here. The silent, sullen, bitchy as fuck goth girl and the upbeat, peppy, up and coming Baseball genius. They all thought I was on crack. But she kicked some serious ass during baseball tryouts and then the guys kinda decided she’s the unofficial sister to the entire team and I’m kinda head over heals, you know?
-smirks- Yeah I know what you mean. So you’re dad’s a hunter? Did Em tell you about me then?
So um er… you’re in the life. I was kinda hoping you would think my Dad killed Bambi and company for fun.
But yeah, my Dad’s in the life. He’s got this kick ass old Chevy and I don’t get to see him much. But the home bullet hole patch up is something I can pick up on. So who shot you? Salt or lead?
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