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New Orleans ❤

#home

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don’t let anyone on this website call you cringe they literally have a tumblr account

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sometimes i scare the goverment

#BOO

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*uses the seance as an excuse to hold your hand*

#sad ghost club #just ghost things

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Nothing to see here, just a street corner in New Orleans…..

#homesick

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😰😰😰😰

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😰

NOWS THE TIME, FATHER

EXORCISE

-stretches-

"Oh wait, you said-

I can't just ambush someone."

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#sad ghost club #just ghost things

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via weheartit

#ray

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@iomadachd

Am I being stalked by Winchesters?

Fuck...

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Roman paused for a moment on the other end of the line as he pondered her request. It had been worded very strangely, like she was avoiding telling him something, so he went with his gut.

"Oh, I already deleted his search history, man. You don't have to worry about that."

agentkristiweimaer​:

Calling Agent Weiss

She’d hesitated long enough.  There was a promise to keep and she was not going to let this one fall to the wayside.  She closed her office door and sat at her desk, pulling out her phone to consider.  Text or call?  Text or call.  …text and then call?  Sure, why not.

[SMS: Clay’s bro]  Hi, Roman.  This is Kristi Weimaer.  I worked with your brother Clay?  

[SMS: Clay’s bro] I wanted to ask if I could talk to you, there’s a thing I promised to do and I need your help.  

[SMS: Clay’s bro] If you’re able please feel free to call me at this number any time.  Thanks, hope all is well with you and yours.  

Roman glanced at his phone as the message came in. He didn’t recognize the number, and at first he went to delete it, but at a glance he saw a familiar name. Clay. A lump formed in his throat a moment and he unlocked his phone to read the full messages. 

A thing she promised to do? Promised who? What did this have to do with Clay? Roman was a curious man and this was exactly the sort of thing he couldn’t leave alone. He had to know what this was about. With a few taps on his phone screen he called the mysterious number and eagerly brought it to his ear as he waited for someone to answer.

“Hey, this is Roman.” He asked as soon as the phone was picked up. “You called me? Is this Kristi?”

#agentkristiweimaer #I HAD TO

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i refuse to apologize for being weird or offputting actually that's your problem i'm having a fantastic time

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Kristi could hear Roman breathe out on the other end of the phone as she mentioned his brother. He had been expecting this, of course, but the sudden nerves that formed inside of him needed to be shaken off and breathed out before he could continue to answer her.

"I mean, it's been a year. I..." Roman looked around the apartment which, despite getting a new set of roommates, still remained relatively untouched in the communal areas. He made it rather clear what items were Clay's and what items he wasn't ready to see moved around or replaced. His hand unconsciously rested on Gruber's head to ground himself. "I miss him but I'm ok. Got some new roommates. Career is good. He must have been really close to his coworkers. A lot of them have reached out to me since he died. It's sweet. How are YOU?"

agentkristiweimaer​:

Calling Agent Weiss

She’d hesitated long enough.  There was a promise to keep and she was not going to let this one fall to the wayside.  She closed her office door and sat at her desk, pulling out her phone to consider.  Text or call?  Text or call.  …text and then call?  Sure, why not.

[SMS: Clay’s bro]  Hi, Roman.  This is Kristi Weimaer.  I worked with your brother Clay?  

[SMS: Clay’s bro] I wanted to ask if I could talk to you, there’s a thing I promised to do and I need your help.  

[SMS: Clay’s bro] If you’re able please feel free to call me at this number any time.  Thanks, hope all is well with you and yours.  

Roman glanced at his phone as the message came in. He didn’t recognize the number, and at first he went to delete it, but at a glance he saw a familiar name. Clay. A lump formed in his throat a moment and he unlocked his phone to read the full messages. 

A thing she promised to do? Promised who? What did this have to do with Clay? Roman was a curious man and this was exactly the sort of thing he couldn’t leave alone. He had to know what this was about. With a few taps on his phone screen he called the mysterious number and eagerly brought it to his ear as he waited for someone to answer.

“Hey, this is Roman.” He asked as soon as the phone was picked up. “You called me? Is this Kristi?”

#agentkristiweimaer