The Storm

lordbyronsbloomers:


When I saw you for the
first time you walked
like an electrical storm.
Sparks showered down
around your head and you
wore them in your hair
like flowers. You were so
beautiful then. Somtimes
I miss you so much my
lips go numb and I sit on
our porch, waiting for a
lightning strike.

If Angels Were Lightning

lordbyronsbloomers:


A storm is coming-
he can feel it in
his bones. He always


feels it these days. The
electricity hums through
his body and makes his


heart tremble. But maybe
he just imagines it. He sits
in an empty pew in an


empty church, hands
clapsed in his lap like
a promse. A rumble of


thunder disturbs the air
and through the rose
colored windows, he sees


lightning strike.

destielfiction:

Bearing Like Being by askance
Universe: Supernatural
Word count: 1,076
Rated: G
Summary:

Dean Winchester does not own his skeleton.

i-have-a-hunger:

tigerstiel redux

22to22:

The wind snarls her blonde hair miles above the Arizona desert and she figures there’s no real point of contention here: Rachel was an angel, not just a voice, this was really happening.
“Okay, you make a good argument,” she says, “but I still don’t understand what you want me for. I’m just a clerk, I never even finished my degree—”
<You are not ‘just’ anything,> Rachel replies, and xyr voice is weathered leather and the deep boom of cannonfire and it leaves the taste of burnt sugar in the back of her mouth. <You are meant for greater things.> 
“Yeah, sure,” she snorts, “and I’m the Chosen One, destined to bring balance to the Force, right?”
<No,> the answer startles her. <I am no longer bound by destiny, and neither are you. But you do have a choice: you can go home to your little apartment, or you can come with me to Heaven and see things no other mortal eye has seen while we change the course of history.>
She’s silent for a moment.
“Yeah, alright, what the hell,” she says, “Let’s do it.”

22to22:

The wind snarls her blonde hair miles above the Arizona desert and she figures there’s no real point of contention here: Rachel was an angel, not just a voice, this was really happening.

“Okay, you make a good argument,” she says, “but I still don’t understand what you want me for. I’m just a clerk, I never even finished my degree—”

<You are not ‘just’ anything,> Rachel replies, and xyr voice is weathered leather and the deep boom of cannonfire and it leaves the taste of burnt sugar in the back of her mouth. <You are meant for greater things.

“Yeah, sure,” she snorts, “and I’m the Chosen One, destined to bring balance to the Force, right?”

<No,> the answer startles her. <I am no longer bound by destiny, and neither are you. But you do have a choice: you can go home to your little apartment, or you can come with me to Heaven and see things no other mortal eye has seen while we change the course of history.>

She’s silent for a moment.

“Yeah, alright, what the hell,” she says, “Let’s do it.”


Cogito Ergo Sum by emilie :D For her cyborg/robot!Cas au

Cogito Ergo Sum by emilie :D For her cyborg/robot!Cas au

(Source: cassanovak)

poetrytofish:

thingstiel series: wolfstiel for archgayngel

hexele:

Meanwhile, inside

hexele:

Meanwhile, inside


She was only half Bird now, and the other half song. She liked it that way. -Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird

She was only half Bird now, and the other half song. She liked it that way. -Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird

poetrytofish:

thingstiel series: deerstiel for anon