My name is Castiel. I am a fallen angel, now a human.

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My name is Castiel. I am a fallen angel, now a human.
Gentle reminder that if you want to rp with me, send your asks and threads to final-threshold.tumblr.com
I moved blogs.
My name is Castiel. I am a fallen angel, now a human.
Gentle reminder that if you want to rp with me, send your asks and threads to final-threshold.tumblr.com
I moved blogs.
My name is Castiel. I am a fallen angel, now a human.
Gentle reminder that if you want to rp with me, send your asks and threads to final-threshold.tumblr.com
I moved blogs.
Gentle reminder that if you want to rp with me, send your asks and threads to final-threshold.tumblr.com
I moved blogs.
Susan made an admirable but unsuccessful attempt. "L-like this?"
"Yes," Castiel chuckled, "similar to that." He opened the back door and carried her outside before putting Susan on the ground. "Go hop now, little one."
Susan nodded and let him lead her in. She flopped onto the couch, pulling him down with her because she needed snuggles right now.
Castiel let himself be tugged down onto the sofa, wrapping his arms firmly around her shoulders and stroking her hair. "I'm so sorry..."
Chinatsu considered. "Those are wise words. I have never thought to consider things in that manner before."
Castiel shrugged. "You have a lot of time to consider things now. Sometimes a different perspective is needed."
I Need a Lifeline Home || Open
Castiel was standing outside a gas station, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t cold outside today, but after sleeping outside, he was stiff and still chilled. He’d gone into the bathroom of the supermarket down the street to clean up in their bathroom. When he was walking out, a woman chased him out of the family-owned store.
Did he go into the gas station and loiter until he was chased out again? Should he try to see if anyone would give him a ride- one of the truckers, perhaps? Wasn’t that what they did in all the movies? And what about food- his stomach grumbled, and his lips were dry and he could feel them cracking. Humanity was turning out to be harder than he thought it to be.
Kaliah pulled into a gas station, ready to hit the road after finishing up a hunt the night before. She parked her car and went inside to pay when she saw a man standing outside the door. He looked confused, and a bit pitiful. Since helping people was part of the job description, she decided to approach him, see if there was anything she could do for him. "Hey," she started as she came to a stop beside him, "Are you alright? Do you need some money, or a ride, perhaps? I’m not going anywhere in particular just yet." She didn’t know if the man would even have somewhere to go, but she thought that she would offer. It was too close to the full moon for her to start another case, so she’d probably just be driving around for a few days before heading to her cabin, anyway.
Castiel was surprised when someone approached him, asking if he needed anything. The openness and compassion of the people here- of humans in general- was surprising to him. He'd always heard complaints from his siblings on how humans were selfish, greedy creatures. But Castiel had found everything almost opposite of what had been told to him.
"I-" Where did he want to go? Certainly he had to find where Dean and Sam were... but the place itself had never been mentioned, and for some reason, the exact location was escaping him. Was he also to be cursed with human memory as well? "I could use a ride, yes. Do you know where you are going?"
"Same here. You know besides all the paper work that comes with a murdered boyfriend." She sat down on the chair in here living room and offered a chair to Castiel. "Do you believe in God Castiel?"
Castiel took the coffee and followed the woman into the living room. "I... believe that is a loaded question. Why do you ask?"
Time for a Wedding
Susan sighed.
"I suppose…"
Castiel wasn’t willing to continue pushing the topic, and was lucky when the car stopped and they slid out. They were at the restaurant that they would be getting the food from. “Are you ready to sample food?”
"Yeah, sounds good," she said breathily as she emerged. "You?"
Castiel smiled and took Susan's hand, leading her inside. "I'm always prepared to spend more time with you."
Okay, so here's the deal. I've gotten too many notes on this stupid post. I can't deal with this account being so slow, and I also can't stand being away from here. It's my first blog and I love it. So this blog will be an archive.
I repeat: this blog will be an archive.
My blog is now at final-threshold. I will still track askfallencas as well as finalthreshold.
I will be doing a final round of asks and replies on here, then switching over to the other blog. Please let me know if I owe you a reply.
((Because I love you. <3))
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Dear Supernatural Fandom,
When did we cross a line? When was it OK for us to cross that line and make excuses as to why we are ALLOWED? When did we become self entitled, uncaring of what the actors and crew wanted?
I know some of the Destiel fandom feels lied to and disrespected due to comments made on Twitter. I understand what you are talking about and where you are coming from, but your reaction should have been one of maturity and dignity. Instead, we cyber bullied a man off the internet. We bitch about people doing that in real life, but we turned into hypocritical asshats by thinking it was ok to do it to someone else. How did this become the norm?
Do you remember when we could just watch an episode of SPN and laugh, cry, and try to guess the future? When Dean was acting off, we didn’t bitch that Jensen or the writers didn’t know what they were doing, we started to connect dots (real or imaginary) to find out why. When Castiel was being a douche, we didn’t scream and cry like children that Misha or the writers are stupid, we came up with theories and used our imaginations. When did that stop? When did we start thinking we knew more about these characters than the actors or people that created them? Just because we RP them in an imaginary universe? Because we have been watching the show from the beginning? We get 1 hour of Supernatural 23 weeks out of the year. 23 hours of SPN each year. Jensen, Jared, Misha, and the writers, producers, crew, etc ARE these people for 8 days PER EPISODE. All ready, they have beat us, and I haven’t even totaled what the amount per YEAR they have. That is one episode!
I think we need to take a step back, because this is getting out of hand and I just can’t do this anymore. You are nearly ruining a show for me. I have contemplated deleting all my SPN blogs, sticking to the others I have, and watching the show in pure ignorant bliss.
Do you guys even think about what this does to the actors? Forget the crew, people you are basically unfamiliar with, and focus on our main three: Jared, Jensen. and Misha. I can only imagine the stress they under thinking their fans are revolting and they may be out of a job soon. Jensen just had a baby, Jared is getting ready to have another one, and Misha had one not too long ago. SPN fans should not be a worry right now! You guys claim to love these men so much, but you pull this shit and I am so disappointed in you guys.
What I want is to make a plea. Stop. Please, for the love of everything good and just in this crappy world, stop. You are ruining everything, and it isn’t even just the Destiel fandom! These shipping wars need to stop. Thinking you are entitled needs to stop. It all needs to stop. This is getting worse than Mean Girls and I am not afraid to push a whole group in front of a bus to get my point across.
So can we please just join hands again? Can we sing our song, cosplay our characters, write our harmless fanfiction (except Twist and Shout which was not harmless in the LEAST), and be happy again? Can we praise them instead of hate our favorite people again? Can we just go back to the way we used to be? Because I miss this salt packing, gun carrying, demon hunting, angel searching, Dad hating, soul giving, feels fearing family.
#there was something strangely intense and incredibly heartbreaking about cas pulling out that chair #he’s eating a burrito and wearing a hoodie and he’s saying yes of course let’s talk #let’s talk about everything #because we’re equals now#we’re the same now #we can #sit with me and tell me all about being human#and let me tell you what i’ve learned #let’s just stay here talking until we’re too tired and we have to sleep #and you can show me where the sheep are so that we can count them together #and tomorrow i’ll make you coffee because they showed me how and one of the shelters i stayed at #and then maybe we can talk somemore #and maybe we can just keep doing that #if it’s okay with you #for the rest of my life #because i’m going to die one day #but i’d like to fill all the days between now and then with you #destiel
Musey I’m 1000000% done with you and your stupid tags.