ZThemes
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One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.

K.L. Toth
Tagged #War is Peace
posted 6 hours agovia©reblog

wifihunters:

"Please, Father, if you’re out there, we need you. I need you to—”

Castiel’s prayer cut off at an insistent buzzing on his fingertips. He glanced down to find a honey bee bridging between his clasped hands, wings shivering in the warm breeze. There were hundreds of them in this park in Illinois, but the timing of it’s landing gave him pause. 

His search for God had become so desperate Castiel found himself questioning the smallest things, down to the sway of grass and the flight of bees, in fear of missing God’s sign when it came. 

The bee didn’t seem to share his worries. It moved to a better position to sun, unaware of the crisis it was causing a millennium old angel.

Sighing, Castiel allowed the insect to thoroughly inspect his (Jimmy’s) fingers before flying away. He chided himself for being irrational and prepared to make the next jump to Dubai.

Bees had nothing to do with the movements of God.   

And if the amulet in his pocket grew colder in the space between one plane and another, Castiel attributed it to leaving the noon sun behind. 

For Riley, who had a excited convo with me about Cas or Jimmy praying and I promised forever ago to draw it ♥ Happy belated birthday bb

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ilcuoreardendo-fic:

Castiel has only seen the Morning Star, Lucifer, a handful of times, and always from afar. The last time was shortly before the rebellion. All fire and fury, he’d outshone everyone around him. 

Even now, despite the centuries in the Pit, despite the grace that burns fierce and cold and chills Castiel’s borrowed skin, Lucifer is still magnificent. Two of his six wings have recovered enough to span gracefully across the room, invisible to the human eye. Battered and soot-blackened, they are shot through with silver, like arcs of lightning. 

And they are close enough to touch.

Lucifer, light and shadow curling around him like it bends to his will, smiles, meets Castiel’s eyes. 

And despite everything inside Castiel screaming at him to fly, to flee, he takes a step forward. Then another. 

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macabrecas:

Hear the sound 
The angels come screaming 
Down your voice 
I hear you’ve been bleeding 

I’ve been listening to too much Night Vale

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I’m so excited!!!!

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my-wayward-son-carry-on:

ALL I ever wanted was to wrap cas up like a burrito. i was really happy when Hannah covered him with his coat!! JNFHU$#^#JSD, someone has to take care of hIM.

four for you Hannah, you go Hannah.

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ladies per ep → Meg (6.10 Caged Heat)

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thimblings:

you haven’t met me, i am the only son

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