
ever have one of those nights when something just seems to weigh on you…?

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ever have one of those nights when something just seems to weigh on you…?
so far, only sweet little castiel has offered us the courtesy. everyone else has just cursed our names and then exploded. hope springs eternal, though.
miles and miles and miles of shiny longsharps, waiting patiently right behind your pretty angel’s face. come on, take a closer look—we don’t mind.
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illonink asked: I have to admit, what you show us is not always so clear. Did you make Dean into a leviathan? Or did he get Cas back? Are you hallucinating?
ooc: Yeah, that’s my fault, sorry.
Sam’s problems happen before the events that occur in Bobby’s saferoom, because I am bad at continuity.
Okay, let’s do this.
Excellent, this looks promising.
OH GOD NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE!?
NO STOP THAT GO AWAY YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED HERE.
what the- I don’t even- how does that make any sense
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattt
What even IS that? I guess-
NO PUT HIM DOWN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED THAT
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHNOOO
NO LEVIATHAN NO YOU DID NOT DO A GOOD THING HERE
DO NOT LOOK SO PLEASED WITH YOURSELF
what, with the whole universe steeping in our bellies, and our FATHER’S blood fresh in our teeth? with nothing left of creation but we and our Beloved? why, we can’t imagine a better way to close up shop.
(Source: 22to22)


when it was good, it was very, very good.
but when it was bad…
well.
we could go on and on about her—but why bother? she’ll be here soon enough; ask her yourself.
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the world is almost ready for her.