THE SHERIFF’S HAT SITS LOW ON PETER’S HEAD, neatly obscuring his dark eyes from view. he’s leaning back in a wooden chair, legs propped upon the main desk. TODAY WAS HIS DAY AS SHERIFF ------ he’d made sure of it. ( not that anyone in sheol even listened to the “ sheriffs ” ) . it’s a rare occasion when the door actually opens. peter sits up from the chair ----- it creaks as he does so, echoing echoing echoing around the empty station as he asks, “ oi, whatcha need help wit’ today ? ” there’s a FLASH in his eyes when the woman comes into view. was it familiarity ? ------- no, only realization that it wasn’t a real residence of sheol. he settles back into the chair with a dejected groan. “ actually we’re c l o s e d . ” there was just something about angels that put him on edge ( especially THIS ONE ) .
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i actually say frick frack paddy whack all the time omg
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everyone on the Enterprise acts like this is the norm when admiralty is like "hE'S afUCKING ghosT HE CAN't capTain a STar SHIp!" and they crew is like "Uhm no, I don't think so. We would have noticed if the Captain was a ghost." and Jim is floating up by the ceiling like "Yeah bro, I would know if I were dead."
imagine spock laying out a list of logical reasons to star fleet about why they can rest assured jim is not a ghost
as jim is floating and passing through walls behind him
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DARLINGWENDYY
one of my closest friends and favorite people in the world and i'm super glad you forgive me for when i start being a negligent dick and forget to talk to you for fuckin weeks on end and you stick around through all of my bullshit
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here's wendy!!
follow !!!
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