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[9:42:20 PM] rock "the dwayne" johnson: YOU KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT [9:42:54 PM] elena: ;wwww; [9:44:29 PM] rock "the dwayne" johnson: FOREHEAD TOUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [9:45:18 PM] elena: FOREHEAD!! TOUCH!! [9:46:05 PM] elena: then then then what [9:46:31 PM] rock "the dwayne" johnson: then [9:46:32 PM] rock "the dwayne" johnson: THEN [9:46:40 PM] elena: THEN!1!! [9:46:44 PM] rock "the dwayne" johnson: THEN!!!!! [9:46:50 PM] elena: !!!!!!
thursdays-soldier
sam hits the wall, landing on the concrete ground with the sickening crunch of snapping bones and the hollow thud of a skull connecting with the ground beneath. for a moment, dean wonders if his brother is already DEAD --- if humanity truly is frailer than he remembers. even sam.
but that’s far too cain and abel stereotypical of them, and when dean walks toward him with a leisurely stroll, an arm reaching down to roll sam’s body onto his back, the demon notices telltale breaths and a slow-beating pulse. sam is not dead, and dean doesn’t want to kill him while he’s unconscious. it’s less interesting.
wings beat against the still air and something akin to a grin curls dean’s lips. he doesn’t turn around, remaining slightly stooped over sam’s unconscious form, and simply says, ‘ damn, cas, i know you ain’t great for timing, but this is late --- even for you. ’
no but really actual adjective: energetic
send me adjectives and i’ll match them to a blogger i follow
thursdays-soldier / spiffingtea. back to elena because she goes on runs. willingly. like, every day. also she is emotionally energetic. i love her so much, i could literally just sit here all day talking about how great elena is.
Happy
send me adjectives and i’ll match them to a blogger i follow
thursdays-soldier / spiffingtea. and i’m only saying this because elena is one of very few people i know that could probably make me happy no matter what mood i’m in. actual ray of sunshine in my life tbh, keep it up <3
when dean wakes up, the floor beneath him is cold, skull throbbing with a thousand stabbing pains. he tries to open his eyes but even the dim light offered is too much and they flutter shut again; to an outsider he would look asleep. the only outsides in the room with him, however, are busy talking -- about him ? he can’t quite hear ---- but there are only two voices and he thinks briefly, if he weren’t so groggy, he could take them down.
taking this moment to figure out just what the HELL is going on, dean keeps his eyes shut to feign sleep. he remembers being at home, alone, without sam. he remembers making dinner for only one and avidly looking away from his brother’s empty bed as he prepared for sleep. dean didn’t complain to the nation. how could he ? it would be selfish of him to attempt to keep sam from the nation, to try and prevent his brother from ‘ fulfilling his destiny ’ -- because it was selfish to fear that soldiers would take his brother away and never give him back.
dean remembers the evening being lonely and the night even more so, but the sound of broken glass interrupted his sleep and a figure loomed in the darkness. dean had tried to fight him; every single feint, dodge and tackle his father had taught him was put to the test, but judging by the state dean’s in now, it didn’t work. he doesn’t even remember getting knocked out.
the voices have stopped now, and dean assumes himself alone, enough so to open his eyes a second time and take in his surroundings. dimly lit, musty smelling and chilling in more ways than just the temperature, dean already hates what he sees -- and that’s before he notices the bars that line his walls. he’s been imprisoned.
his voice is hoarse when he speaks, yet it echoes across stone walls nonetheless. ‘ s’anyone there ? ’
[8:53:06 PM] smashy smashy boom man: TBH I DON'T THINK DEAN'S GONNA SHOOT CAS HE KNOWS GUNS DON'T WORK [8:53:12 PM] smashy smashy boom man: ....UNLESS THEY'RE ANGEL BLADE BULLETS [8:53:15 PM] elena: SHUSH [8:53:21 PM] elena: wekfjgdosihf [8:53:59 PM] smashy smashy boom man: IF DEAN'S GONNA KILL CAS IT'LL BE THE TYPICAL TROPEY STAB-IN-STOMACH-GAZE-INTO-EYES-TEARS-WELL-UP "DEAN....." [8:54:30 PM] elena: nah [8:54:35 PM] elena: cas needs to go in a badass manner [8:54:40 PM] elena: i will reject anything less [8:54:43 PM] smashy smashy boom man: YEAH BUT [8:54:47 PM] smashy smashy boom man: SOUFUL GAZING [8:54:52 PM] elena: like he could be all stabbey stabbey [8:54:59 PM] elena: but i like to think cas would have one more trick [8:55:03 PM] smashy smashy boom man: GOIN IN FOR THE KISS BUT HE KILLS HIM INSTEAD [8:55:11 PM] smashy smashy boom man: I DEMAND ROMANTIC TROPES!!! [8:55:15 PM] elena: N [8:55:20 PM] elena: edfgfdfg
Melon + Peach + Vanilla c:
melon - my first impression of youpeach - what i like most about your blogvanilla - what i like most about you
melon: ummmm. i can’t really remember?? it was so long ago, like at least two years. i remember when we first interacted you were like “i’m sorry, my cas is so ooc, he’s like 50% endverse right now,” and i was like “hush yo mouth i love him”. aND THAT’S ALL I REMEMBER I’M SORRY
peach: i still don’t know if this question literally means your blog (as in your theme, your background, etc) or just. your account and what you do on here. EITHER WAY i’m gonna say your writing bc it IS what i followed you for and you haven’t disappointed me yet. PLUS I REALLY LOVE HOW OUR MUSES WORK TOGETHER.
vanilla: ooooh i can’t choose one thing. i love your writing. i love your friendliness. i love how you always start conversations (AND I NEVER DO AND I’M TERRIBLE FOR IT). i love your perseverance and patience with helping me find my footing in religion. and earlier today i said i’d pray for you when you were unhappy and you replied “dude when am i not happy” and. I THOUGHT ABOUT IT FOR A MOMENT. AND I WAS LIKE “heck she is right she’s basically 101% happiness personified”. you have such a lovely personality and you’re bubbly and lovely and always there to talk and i love you so much. NEVER CHANGE.
thursdays-soldier replied to your post: Keep reading
your adrenaline could just be catching up with you. When you do the initial confrontation then there’s no time for it to effect you - but when it gets prolonged, then your body starts reeling from it. ))
idk man. maybe?? but it does happen when i do the initial confrontation too, and it just carries on for a long-ass time.
