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hallelujah, skinny love

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

It’s a cold and broken Hallelujah, that falls from his lips. It’s holy, holy, holy and solemn hymns. Begging for forgiveness, harsh exhalations and soft intakes, eyes so blue they put the oceans to shame. Fingers reaching, digging into the skin on his back, searching for something no longer there.

And even though it all went wrong, I’ll stand before the Lord of Song, With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

A memory of a different time, unshed tears and a heart that aches, cries out for another and goes unheard. Phantom pains for the wings he lost, imagined feathers flying around him to litter the ground beneath. Back arching, muscles moving and spasming, trying their best to work appendages no longer there.

Arms reaching forward, pulling him into a tight embrace, tucking his face into a firm chest. A sudden opening of the floodgates, tears falling freely to be soaked up by flannel and words of apology tumbling forth from his lips. Stubbled chin resting atop his head, low voice gently shushing as someone else reaches out and rubs at his back. His own hands come up and curl into the shirt of the one holding him, clinging to them as openly sobs.

A litany of apologies falls from him, among them a whispered request to just cut out all the ropes and let him fall, as he brings them nothing but sorrow. A voice behind him immediately cuts in, a gentle but firm, your faith was strong but you needed proof and that was okay. No one was going to hold that against him, it’s not a crime that you’re here tonight, staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer. A quiet reminder that they’ll be with him in the morning, that he hasn’t been forsaken.

Warmth spreads through him as a body moves in behind him, caging him in and trapping him between them. There is no fear that grips him though, no fight or flight response, only a slowing of the tears. An evening out of his breath as he slumps between them, melts into their arms and allows himself to be held and comforted. Small, reverent kisses littered across the top of his shoulders, arms loose around his middle and someone’s fingers raking through his hair, soft whispers of reassurance.

They drift off like that after a while, all curled up together with him safe and secure in between. A tiny smile graces his features as he sleeps, secure in the knowledge that he is loved, and it doesn’t matter if he has his wings or not.

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[pops in like i have been gone for 3 years]

hi. uhm. this is not to say that I'm coming back, unfortunately. moreso to apologize for the way I left y'all hangin'.

I posted 3 years ago that I would be back in due time to continue writing with y'all. however, I think I was denying something very important at the time. the fact that cas had left. and he left a long time ago.

not only cas, but all of my muses have left. i haven't had the will or inspiration to write in years. which sucks, because i love writing. I've just never been one to force a story, because i believe you can tell.

none of this is an excuse, though. there is no excuse for the way i just disappeared. i just.. wanted to explain and apologize. I'm sorry.

i also wanted to say that i love y'all and i hope that you get all everything that you hope and dream for!

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not dead! 

promise i didn’t forget about y'all either! 

just busy and despresso. words are hard. sorry.

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❝ Tell me a piece of your history             that you’re proud to call your own…

☁ Independent angel OC; Uses some SPN lore, not much. ☁ Mun is of age; roleplaying for multiple years via several formats ☁ Para, novella, script, ask. Welcomes all forms of threads plotted or not. ☁ Multi-fandom & multi-verse (selective at times). ☁ Welcomes other OCs and all fandoms ☁ NSFW content will occur; body horror warning. ☁ Ask is always open. ☁ Temp: x PSD: x

            —— Speak in words you picked up                  as you walked through life alone. ❞

                              ＭＥＳＳＡＧＥ | ＲＵＬＥＳ | N A V I G A T I O N

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Reblog if you are open to rp’ing with duplicates!

[ I saw a similar post going around for a specific fandom that’s blowing up right now, so here’s a version for ANY fandom to reblog! ]

There can be a nervous insecurity about seeing other people playing your same muse, whether you’re new to the fandom or been around awhile, and fear that you will be replaced by “a shiny new” version. That’s understandable. Fandom drama can be bypassed if we all appreciate each other’s version! ( Even if we don’t agree, we can still appreciate the variety ) SO: IF YOU ARE OPEN TO PLAYING WITH/AGAINST ANOTHER VERSION OF YOUR MUSE, PLEASE REBLOG!!! There’s many possible plots, doppelganger dramas,  AU’s, past, present & future storylines, shipping,  angst, comedy, etc., out there for this kinda thing, and I am so open to the possibilities with my muses~! 

BONUS: If you’re willing to rp with duplicates of other muses too. Everyone has a new spin on their muse, and playing against multiples of another popular muse can be fun! Again, that is what AU’s and multiverses are for!

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Obscure Angel Memes

[points to anything that isn’t an animal] that’s some good 6th day of creation shit

substituting curse words with words from dead languages

“Good job, Gabriel. “

arguing over which wing is more important to flight

“I can’t believe it’s not the Roman empire!”

God said let there be [anything that wasn’t included in the days of creation]

“Not Babylon again”

dinosaur bones in places they shouldn’t be

“it takes a village to raise the antichrist”

[playing Highway to Hell on a harp}

“Mount Vesuvius was a clerical error”

coming up with creative names for poisonous plants, then giving them to Michael as a new hair product

“Just because Jesus took a 3 day nap doesn’t mean you get one”

“I’ve got the body of a loaf of bread and enough alcohol in my veins to be called Jesus, too”

[anytime something bad happens] at least it’s not leprosy

the weekly game of “Worse Than Judas?”  that involves the angels competing to find the worst human alive

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Listen I am aware canon exists like … I can see it. I just don’t…. como se dice…. give a shit. 

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i have swallowed so much pain and inhaled all your anger. there is a seething darkness clawing at my insides and it is unbearably hard to absorb the rage of the universe without forsaking grace. i wish i was violent, brutal like you, but i open my mouth to scream and only flowers fall out.

my blood is a battlefield but my hands tremble at the thought of war, Amrita C. (via niallthoran)

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                            i’m just a b r o k e n boy—

                                            caught between hope and fear

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my favorite sam and dean moments | part 4 | 5x22 // 3x11 // 11x04

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secret for the mad // dodie

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Congratulations to everybody healing, building and moving forward. You deserve it

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He has done mighty deeds with his arm, he has scattered those who were proud in the thoughts of their heart.

He has brought down rulers from their thrones, and has exalted those who were humble.

He has filled the hungry with good things, and sent away the rich empty-handed.

- Luke 1:51-53

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@absentisanima || continued from [ x ]

Castiel smiled back, lips crooking up at one corner as he stared at his boyfriend, taking everything in. Judging solely from the ruined shirt and general aura of.. annoyance, his day hadn’t gone as planned so far. Uncrossing his arms and pushing himself away from the counter, he walked over to Sam, taking one of his hands in his own as he reached him.

“C’mon,” a gentle tug on his hand as he pulled him away from the door frame, urging him towards the couch. For the moment, coffee and the ruined shirt were both forgotten as he got them both seated on the couch. All that mattered in that moment, was each other.

“I realize that I said that I wouldn’t ask questions, but,” a brief pause as blue peered into green, “May I at least ask if everything is alright?”

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"Don’t we deserve some kind of happy ending?" //because they don't alWAYS have to fITE, right? x)

@maelpereji​ || soft starters [ x ]

A heavy sigh, blue eyes closing and rough hand passing through tousled hair. They did deserve some kind of happy ending, of course they did. They, perhaps above some others, deserved it the most. G o d had put them through so much, and they had endured it all, rarely asking any questions.

They had taken everything that been thrown at them, everything one had done to another or to themselves and they had survived. They did not deserve such the pain and torture they’d gone through. But did they really know what to do with anything that wasn’t apocalypse adjacent?

“No, we do.” How they were going to achieve such a thing, however, was completely beyond him.

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❛ Don’t ask questions, you don’t wanna know. ❜

@absentisanima​ || billie eilish [ x ]

A huff of breath at the words, eyes rolling as he turns away from Sam. A soft hum, almost akin to a purr, as he starts a fresh pot of coffee. A quick glance over his shoulder and, “Alright. I won’t ask questions. However--”

A quick press of the brew button and then Castiel is turning around to stare at the Winchester, arms crossing over his chest as he does so. “--Are you going to stay like that all day?”

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for the mobile users and in general--

this blog, my cas, is S9 divergent. i do not follow canon (especially with how they’ve treated my poor angel). also, i am not caught up with the show, though i am playing catch up and am currently on S11. also also, this post will be updated when i reach the next season.

on that note, here are some links if anyone wants ‘em: rules / verses