No, Metatron, you dick. You don’t deserve a pretty title sequence. Go home.
I miss your sass, Gabriel.
Osric is a gift and I’m still upset about Kevin.
We’re all still upset about Kevin.
"Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels." - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline
"I try to use my twitter following, if at all possible, for evil."
Im going to punch somebody in the face
He takes you from the church, pulling you, carrying you. Your head is thick with exhaustion, your thoughts cloudy and reeling; still, you think you should be supporting yourself. You wish you could. You can’t. You never can. You get your feet under yourself only enough to stumble and fall and drag him down with you.
"I got you, little brother," he says, down with you in the mud and grit. He’s wrong about that—you were ready to die a few minutes ago, and he’s been ready to die for years; he’s got nothing, and wants even less—but you’re too tired to argue. Especially if believing it makes him happy. "C’mon, Sammy, I got you."
Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old, you remember telling him once, with the same sudden clarity you remembered Sir Galahad at the Round Table, and riding pack mules in the Grand Canyon. Memories of looking in from the outside: of wanting to be clean and pure and righteous, long before you knew for sure you weren’t; of wanting to be a normal family on a normal vacation, long before you knew enough to realise that trip had been a hunt. Of wanting him to see you as an adult, long before you knew just how much he’d never be able to count on you as one.
He’s got his hands fisted in your shirt, bracing you against the side of the car. Holding you up, again. With cold wind sluicing over you and the overhead flares of falling angels making you flinch, it’s hard to tell, but you think you can feel him shaking.
You already regret letting him talk you out of dying.
You haven’t been Sammy for a long, long time.
GO SIT IN A FUCKING CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE
anon | ▲
I just trudged through the pouring rain uphill to get to the library.
It was a lot like this:
No but this is just to say that I will not be watching Supernatural tonight because I have to research for a paper draft due Thursday.
And so I won’t be on tumblr, either. Which is a shame.
This is me tonight:
And I hate everything.
9x11 - First Born
Jared’s very first CD (x)