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tirisivir · 2 years
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Continued from this post (last addition: lal-nila-syrin) [round robin guidelines here]
Castiel stilled, frowning. Fear was coming off the boy in obvious waves—why was this boy so afraid?
“Cas!” Sam’s voice bellowed from the other side of the door, and a second later there was the jiggling of the doorknob to try it, and then a bang as a fist hit it only semi-forcefully. “You’re not supposed to barge into other people’s—”
“Did he just angel himself in there?” Dean’s voice could be heard musing at a much quieter volume, though his tone was as equally perplexed as his brother’s. “And what the heck is this green thing, anyway? Is it supposed to stop us?”
If Danny had been less shocked at the fact that the winged man was inside his house, and was apparently not a ghost or anything of the intangible sort, he would have freaked out even more because right, the ghost shield doesn’t work on humans.
He looked around the room for anything that could be used as a weapon, but the heaviest thing in sight was one of Jazz’s psychology textbooks. Not helpful. And while the the control box for the house’s anti-intruder system was within reach if he caught the guy off guard, it was ectoplasm based and wouldn’t be able to stop him if the ghost shield hadn’t done a thing. Even his powers weren’t really designed to fight against non-ghosts.
He had nothing.
And he heard a light scratching at the door, now. The two men outside were trying to pick the lock. They were going to come in too. With their guns filled with real bullets and they were going to kill him.
“Stay back!” he yelled, voice shrill even to his own ears. “Don’t come in here; I’ll call the police!”
“Son of a…” a voice muttered, but the noises at the door stopped.
“Hey look… uh… Dan… Danny? Your name’s Danny right?” Sam asked.
Danny didn’t answer.
“Hey, kid,” Dean called through the door. After a moment, he sighed loudly and switched tracks. “Cas, you still there?”
The angel was still staring intently at the boy in front of him, trying to understand what he saw.  “Yes,” he finally answered.
“You’re not invading his personal space, are you? Remember, personal bubble… like we talked about?”
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tirisivir · 2 years
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“He’s allergic to apples?”
“And carrots.”
“So he’s definitely not a horse then?”
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tirisivir · 2 years
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They are now tagged with #AshChase. I can’t believe it took me a year to notice that.
I AM CHANGING THE SCHOOL TAGS BECAUSE MY DUMB ASS DIDNT REALIZE THAT SH WAS AN EXISTING TAG THAT STANDS FOR SELF HARM I DIDNT MEAN TO USE THE TAGS WRONG IM JUST STUPID AND FORGOT TO CHECK IF THEY EXISTED
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tirisivir · 2 years
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I AM CHANGING THE SCHOOL TAGS BECAUSE MY DUMB ASS DIDNT REALIZE THAT SH WAS AN EXISTING TAG THAT STANDS FOR SELF HARM I DIDNT MEAN TO USE THE TAGS WRONG IM JUST STUPID AND FORGOT TO CHECK IF THEY EXISTED
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tirisivir · 2 years
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I always choose violence in the morning I just don’t act on it
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tirisivir · 2 years
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If y’all got any broke ass tips on how to get rid of plant gnats, please tell me. They are uncontrollable.
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tirisivir · 2 years
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Let’s play jenga
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*more enthusiastic*
Let’s play HUMAN jenga
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tirisivir · 3 years
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THEY’RE NOT COLOURED ANYMORE
Realized that tags are coloured gonna try them out
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tirisivir · 3 years
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Somebody stole the cafeteria clock
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tirisivir · 3 years
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There was this guy last year at school who managed to sunburn his eyes? Idk how it happened, there was snow on the ground.
Anyway. He had to wear sunglasses all the time because his eyes were completely bloodshot so he constantly looked high
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tirisivir · 3 years
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Is that a dead body?
Yeah
Come on Mia we talked about this
I know I’m sorry
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tirisivir · 3 years
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I’m having a really hard time right now……IS THIS A CHRISTMAS ORNAMENT
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tirisivir · 3 years
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Call me Ash or face the consequences, I will break your toes
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tirisivir · 3 years
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mmmmmmm sexy mama
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tirisivir · 3 years
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Pride Sidewalk
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tirisivir · 3 years
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It’s why I need my guns!
you don’t even have that many hands.
I don’t even have that many friends. One each. *makes finger gun motions*
There was a bet made and now someone owes someone else 13 paintball guns. They have yet to pay up
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tirisivir · 3 years
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I like my shirts with one head hole and one arm hole.
Exactly! I enjoy like a phantom of the opera thing where you keep your hand up by your eye. *holds hand by face*
(This is extended from the “The discomfort!!!” post. It was a long time in between)
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