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The archangels acted as siblings, and distinctively interacted with themselves and their father. They were unable to kill The Darkness, but together they succeeded in binding it.
Hey instead of a Harry Potter world there should be a lord of the rings world where it’s super immersive and you’re given a sword when you enter the world and giant spiders chase you and the elf actors eat dirt and offer you some
can we befriend and/or flirt with the giant spiders asking for a friend
It’s you’re adventure you can do whatever you want but watch out!
HI, THIS EXISTS, IT’S CALLED EVERMORE PARK, IT’S IN PLEASANT GROVE, UTAH
it’s more of a DND park but it’s fantasy and characters give you quests and when you finish quests they give you a tarot card with the characters on it
The town functions as a real-time story with a plot and everybody has backstory and movie-quality makeup and shit
Guys I’ve been and it’s fucking unbelievable
OH MY GOD
This
gotta be the equivalent to this
Same energy
Come on, Sam. Pay attention to me, I’m bored.
The world is at the brink of the Apocalypse and the Four Horsemen have arrived. But the legends have it wrong. They have come to Stop the Apocalypse, not to start it.
It began in the mornings, every morning, when the mists lay heavy in the air and dew sparkled in the grass. People wove their way past one another, eyes so blankly set on their own destinations that they paid no mind to the unusually thick, cold mist. If they had they may have noticed.
The first to arrive came on a White horse, it’s riders hands were empty as they stood, still and quiet. And if you squinted you see it’s coat, for just a moment, blinding against the grey mist.
He was Conquest. Pestilence. He spread through the mist, into lungs, through skin. He was steeped into the water we drank and the food we ate.
Then came the sunrise. Blazing red and yellow gold, spreading across the mist like a beautiful, terrible fire. And across each beam ran a Red horse, urged on by its rider who’s hand stretched out as they chased the light, as if to catch it. And if you looked closely you could see the glint of his sword.
He was War, and he spread through the fire of each sunrise, as each ray slipped through opening eyes and into our hearts.
Next came the cold nights, when the flowers would close their blooms and we would close our eyes. And none of us would remember the way we dreamed, of empty fields and empty skies. Of a Black horse who’s rider held scales in one hand.
He was Justice. Famine. And he would curl into our minds, and sit in our memories, and we would awaken hungry.
Finally there was the nature. The trees, the birds, the things that crawled beneath the earth and those that walked upon it. They groaned and glowed, and watched us with eyes that saw far too much.
And with them came a Pale horse, peering through the trees without a rider, moving quickly as though always searching, always so far away, but always right beside you if you looked.
And it was on the last day that it happened; the mist cleared, and we blinked at the clarity. We recalled our dreams, and wept at the emptiness we’d seen. The sun didn’t rise, and we ran out to the darkened streets. The animals fled into forests that grew overnight, and we followed them to the edges.
And it was from these forests that they finally came forward, these men on their horses.
The White rider of Conquest.
The Red rider of War.
The Black rider of Justice.
And trailing behind came the Ashen Grey, the Pale horse, and upon his back there was at last a rider, and we knew then that he was Death. And we fell to our knees, in awe and horror, as they turned their backs and faced the pitch black horizon.
Conquest had indeed conquered us, his vitality and hope spreading through us like a disease, until we knew no illness.
War gifted us the fire in our hearts, each beat pushing it through our minds and bodies until we stood tall, ready to rage against the coming end.
Justice starved us, left us hungry for life, a rally cry against the injustice of the end.
Death stood beside us, an eternal companion, watching and waiting, and he gave us hope for more than we could see.
The Horsemen of the Apocalypse had come, and they were here to save us.
Show up uninvited! Invite yourself to the party! Be the belle of the ball! Make a scene. Get kicked out. Set fire to the lawn.
Then go back in and kill a couple nerds
Steal the family heirloom
Set people’s dresses on fire
Seize the means of production
so uh. not to be that guy but i gotta point something out about two bois whose absences have been pretty obvious the last couple episodes.
we are currently down one archangel. michael is strong, true, but doesn’t he still need a vessel? there’s only so long that an angel can exist out of one. perhaps the reason michael left dean is because he needed a willing vessel that wouldn’t be constantly fighting him.
we are also down one ex-archangel vessel. he’s off his rocker, crazed with grief, and a lil fucked up from how long lucifer used his body. he’s also out for revenge, and last time that happened, he said yes to the actual devil. we also know that he’s physically capable of containing archangels.
what’s to say that nick would have changed enough that he wouldn’t say no? and if michael is his regular manipulative, charismatic self, he might be convincing enough - he’s the opposite of lucifer, he just wants what’s best, he’ll help nick hunt for the murderer for a price - and those false promises could be very attractive to nick. nick just wants answers and with how emotionally high-strung he is, he might not have thought it through...
you think your crush is laying in bed thinking about you but in reality they’re reading about swords on Wikipedia
While you were wasting your time considering me as a romantic option I was studying the blade
BEST. VIDEO. EVER.
this deserves an Oscar
Last sentence game!
Post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words in that sentence.
I was tagged by @totally-not-gadreel! (thanks bean <3)
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“then hot pink it is”
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… Was a friend
I think I reblog this every time it comes up. I make paper stars and sometimes it does make me feel better
i never knew how to make paper stars, so i looked up for tutorials on youtube.
when i’m lonenly, which is translated to most of the time, i make them; green, yellow, pink, blue, white, purple.
and, believe me, it’s kind of a relief to make them. not only for the colors and cute shape, but also for the fact that the time i spend makin them i am entertained and don’t have to think about my loneliness anymore.
i learnt how to make them like two months ago, by the way. and i have made over 300.
it’s awesome.
I’ve been wanting to see this story again.
This is for everyone. Guys, girls, both, neither, and more.
When you’re upset, make a star. When you’re stressed, make a star. I make them in school when the teacher yells at our class for being lazy or dumb. I make them at home when I’m in my room, wishing someone would notice my feelings and give me comfort. I’ve always made them with whatever I had around, and write a number on each and every one because its therapeutic. I can see how far I’ve come and how many times I haven’t given up.
Right now I’m at around four-hundred and seventy, and it really puts everything into a perspective.
Thats four hundred and seventy times that I could’ve given up. I’ve gotten pretty close on some of them - scarily close, but every one of those stars is a reminder to keep pushing forward, because I wake up every day and on my dresser is a box full of stars, and when I’m happy I think of how far I’ve come.
I think this idea should be passed around as much as possible. Its calming and distracting from and panic I feel. It gives me something methodical to do: Fold here. Fold there. Crease that line. There you go, Create. Produce. Make something solid and focus on it. Make another if you need to. Write a number. Fill up the jar, box, drawer.
And when you’re breaking and feel everything crashing down, you can look at your stars and think:
“See? I made it through alright. I can give it another go.”
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I finally found the original! I’ve reblogged this once years ago and never found it again, I am SO HAPPY 😱😂😃👏👍
I love this comic so much. And the stars … I love making these things. It’s a good way to keep your hands busy and your mind quiet when you’re in a lot of pain inside. Also, they’re really flippin’ cute.
i actually make these and it’s super helpful
The Vancouver Police Department made a police dog calendar. This badass photo of a K9 and its handler is in it.
Alex in response to a fan who called Sam the “mom” in relation to Jack.
Was just sketching freely, and it turned into non-chibi Octo!Cas. Wonder who’s up on the dock?
A super sweet Saileen art commission for a SPN RP group on Twitter, Emu Mob Bunker! This was commissioned by their Eileen, who flirts adorably with their Sam all the time. ♥ There is an alternate version with a heart overlay here.