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A Digital Offering to Lord Apollon

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Lord Apollon,

Shining son of Gentle Leto and Thundering Zeus

He who inspires artists and poets alike

He who graces Delphi,

you bless us.

From your arrows, swift deaths and lingering illnesses of men

To your medicine, the ill child regains their health.

You, god of the truest prophecies and merriest dance.

You, god who plays entrancingly upon the sweet strings of the lyre.

Ever Uplifting, Ever Gracious, Lord Apollon,

I thank you.

"the world isn't kind" ok??? Much more importantly are you?????

lore dropping is kinda crazy because sometimes when I’m mid conversation I realize that actually did happen to me

HE IS MY CHILD AND I LOVE HIM

I burned so long so quiet

You must have wondered if I loved you back

I did,

I did,

I do.

IBF officer and Inspector Constable at your service

i was thinking the other day how we tend to draw cas and dean (correctly tbh) like

but in doing so we are betraying another fundamental dynamic of theirs which is more like,

2014: Wow I love Supernatural and Destiel so much! Sure they never TALK about Destiel but if you look at the colors in this scene and the way Dean looks at Cas here, maybe someday they will be cannon. I know it’s a long shot though.

2024: “If the CW hadn’t been so homophobic, Dean and Cas would’ve been balls deep.”

Best memes so far 💙💚 I love this fandom.

Please don’t look at me like that you two

As promised. This one was alot of imagination work with the lighting but I really pictured this in My mind. ☺️ I'm really enjoying painting my two fav actors together. @neil-gaiman 😇😈

You have become so damaged, that when someone wants to give you what you deserve, you have no idea how to respond.

I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.

will i always be this angry?

so many years and so little time…

"Isn't it weird that [thing humans commonly eat] is poisonous to literally every domesticated animal" I mean, there's a pretty good chance that [thing humans commonly eat] is at least mildly poisonous to humans, too. One of our quirks as a species is that we think our food is bland if it doesn't have enough poison in it.

In which Dean and Cas find a home.

“That one.”

Dean followed the trajectory of Castiel’s pointed finger: a house, red like a barn, with dark brown shutters on the windows. A wild garden was blooming over most of the concrete path leading up to the front door, and ivy grew in reckless abandon over most of the house. “That one? It looks like no one even lives there.”

“It has a wild beauty,” Castiel shrugged.

They continued their walk down the quiet neighborhood street. It was a warm day; Dean could feel the sun leaking through his leather jacket. The occasional bird twittered from one of the tall oak trees’ branches draped over the road, and white noise filtered from the freeway in the distance.

“I wouldn’t want to live on this street,” Dean said.

“Why not?”

“You can hear the highway.”

“You spend most of your day travelling on a highway,” Castiel gently reminded him.

“I know; but when I’m home, I want my peace and quiet.”

Castiel hummed thoughtfully. He nodded his head to the left of them, toward a sprawling rambler. “What about that one?”

“I want two floors. At least.”

A few more steps and Castiel gestured to a towering old Victorian-style home, at least three stories high. It was akin to the types of houses Dean and Sam had squatted in over the years while healing from a difficult hunt: dilapidated and abandoned. Dean raised a questioning eyebrow at Castiel, who said defensively, “It’s tall, like you wanted.”

Dean was beginning to realize that Castiel had no idea what was considered a proper home to live in. He held out his arm; it hit Castiel across the chest and he stopped. “Look at this one,” Dean said before Castiel could protest.

The house that Dean chose smiled at them with a huge bay window, its glass reflecting the afternoon sunlight. It was painted a gentle grey with a large cedar door as an entrance. A little white porch, decorated with a splatter of wicker lawn chairs and a collection of wind chimes, was seated at the entrance.

Dean put a hand gently onto Castiel’s back, smiling down at him. “Well?”

Blue eyes turned from the house to regard him. “It has a very nice garden,” he stated.

“You’re really jonesin’ for a garden, aren’t you?”

The corners of Castiel’s lips lifted into a small grin. “What do you wish for in a house?”

“A big kitchen,” Dean replied without any thought. “Big kitchen with lots of sunlight. I want to be able to see the crap that I cook. And I want a huge bathroom, one that connects to our bedroom. A shower that I can actually move around in; not one of those ‘I’m a shower but also a crappy bathtub’ situations. And a big garage to work on Baby, and a huge TV so you can watch your dumb soap operas and… what?” Dean asked, self consciously cowering under Castiel’s gummy smile.

Castiel laced his fingers between Dean’s, pressing into his side. “A comfortable couch,” he continued softly. “For when we watch my ‘dumb soap operas’.”

“Yeah,” Dean said in a hoarse voice. “Not leather. A soft fabric…maybe.”

“Can we have a large living room as well? Higher ceilings? We can hang plants.”

Dean scoffed, “Hang plants?”

“They brighten up a room, Dean.”

Both men stood for a moment longer, hands entwined, staring wistfully at the house. Dean tried very hard not to think of the symbolism in that moment: the house in front of them owned by someone else. Someone who can live a very normal life with sunny kitchens, a garage, kids, maybe even a dog if they wanted.

Someone who could live a traditionally long life with someone they loved, giving them all the gardens they wanted in the world.

“Let’s go,” Dean said abruptly, pulling Castiel away from the house. “We told Sam we’d only be on this stupid walk for an hour.”

“Dean.” He felt Castiel tug against his hand, pulling him into his space. He stared at Dean very intently, brushing a hand against his neck, making Dean’s skin shiver.

When Dean didn’t protest or move away, Castiel’s hand came up to cradle his cheek. Dean’s breath hitched and he closed his eyes against the touch. “Cas, we’re in public,” he murmured in a barely argumentative tone as Castiel’s chest pressed up against his.

“I don’t want you to be sad.”

“I’m not sad.”

“Regretful, then.” Dean felt gentle lips pressing against his jawline. “You don’t need a house to have a home. Sam is your home, as is the Impala, and the bunker.”

“I think you’re forgetting someone there, Cas,” Dean said as his arms tightened around Castiel in an embrace.

“Who?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You, ya dummy.”

“Oh, yes.” Castiel rested his forehead onto Dean’s shoulder, smiling into the crook of his neck. “You are my home as well, Dean.”

Dean’s hand ran up and down Castiel’s back. “We’d be happy in a house,” he said thoughtfully.

“Yes,” Castiel agreed. He pressed a kiss against Dean’s lips and guided him up the road, toward where Dean had parked the Impala. “One day, we will be.”

Artemis (/ˈɑːrtɪmɪs/; Greek: Ἄρτεμις) is the goddess of the hunt, the wilderness, wild animals, nature, vegetation, childbirth, care of children, and chastity.

Everyday i'm reminded that no one could ever even come close to serve as much cunt as this gay ass demon.

isn't it insane though how schizophrenic people are viewed as violent and dangerous by the majority of society when in reality schizophrenic people are nearly 14 times more likely to be on the receiving end of violence than to be the perpetrators...

Genuinely why are people trying to normalise pretending a genocide isn’t happening right now?? This is real and it is happening to innocent people every second of the day and just because it makes you uncomfortable, or isn’t happening to anyone you know personally, or no one around you is talking about it, does not mean you get to pretend it isn’t happening and just go on with your life as normal

"Aziraphale never chooses Crowley over Heaven."

*cracks knuckles*

Here are seven-and-a-half times when Aziraphale chooses Crowley over Heaven:

Job's Kids - Aziraphale not only goes along with Crowley, he actively pushes Crowley to protect Job's family. He looks the Archangel Fucking Gabriel right in the eye and lies to him, fully prepared to accept the consequences. "Their Side" was born that day.

The Arrangement - The Arrangement is centuries of Aziraphale quietly choosing Crowley and Their Side, lying to Heaven the entire time.

The Photo Swap in 1941 - Aziraphale interferes with Hell's investigation of Crowley, preventing his arrest and punishment, and then harbors him in the book shop that night.

The Holy Water - Aziraphale gives his "hereditary enemy" the primary weapon of his own side, to use for his own protection. It saves Crowley's life.

Nahmaggedon - Aziraphale chooses Crowley and Their Side, actively sabotages Heaven, refuses to be drafted into the War, and stands against his own people with Crowley and Adam.

Protecting Jimbriel - Aziraphale takes a stand against Heaven to harbor a fugitive angel. Once Crowley is on board, they work together to protect Jim and figure out what happened to him. Like with Job's kids, he knowingly breaks the rules to do what's right, which is what Their Side is all about.

The Ball - Aziraphale takes Crowley by the hand and leads him out on to the dance floor in full view of Shax, God, and everybody. It is arguably the first public display of affection between them and it was entirely initiated by Aziraphale.

7.5 - Reaching for Crowley after Gabriel and Beezlebub declare themselves. He does this in front of the archangels and the dukes of Hell, the very people they've been so scared of this entire time. It would have confirmed in their minds the rumors about Aziraphale and Crowley but he wasn't the least bit concerned about that.

the relationship i have with music is something that can only be described as sexual

too sleepy to elaborate at this time but I miss the old fandom culture of interacting with fanfic writers and fanfic artists as members of the fandom community who enjoyed engagement and discussion and feedback instead of the modern trend of seeing us as content creators up on a pedestal who don't need positive feedback but DO need to churn out constant content to feed the a03 machine

The War Ahead

There's no our side... not anymore.

I really worked a month on this just for the gimmick and then forgot to post it uh.

love how castiel looked at jimmy novak good dull christian husband with impeccable cheekbones and was like this is a huge waste. he should be fucking men. i'll fix this. and then he did

O got my prom dress at the thrift store and I'm so happy about it

This is awesome

"mutuals can dm for discord" mutuals can tear my flesh open and bury themselves inside my remains to survive the winter