#saltedburnt

[mrcrowleyy]

@saltedburnt​ ❜  𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚗

  well  this  place  was  certainly  developing  a  knack  for  tickling  his  fancy ,  and  in  no  definition  would  it  be  the  good  way .  of  course  the  flannel  wearing  meatheads  would  make  an  appearance  just  as  soon  as  he  decided  to  sprout  up —  so  to  speak .  a  question  began  to  raise  within  his  mind ,  where  was  moose ?  hopefully  not  lurking  somewhere  nearby  waiting  for  his  brother  to  start  jump  his  demise .  “  care for an hors d’eouvres ?  ”  thoughtlessly motioning in front of him  ,  “  or shall we skip past the pleasantries , per usual , old sport . ”

[ofvirgins]

@saltedburnt​ Phones had changed so much from the flip phone she’d had when she died. It was confusing enough trying to navigate new technology, let alone Tinder. It was embarrassing too, but Nancy decided it was time enough to rip the bandaid off. After accidentally swiping the wrong way for the third time, Nancy decided that maybe her frustration wasn’t worth it (even if she was much too awkward to actually handle this situation the old fashioned way). Letting out a frustrated sigh, it was clear that she hadn’t been paying attention as she walked directly into someone, dropping her phone to the ground. “I am so sorry,” she began as she scrambled to pick up the phone and hide away what she’d been doing, but she paused when she looked up to the person she’d knocked into. “...Dean...Winchester...?”