Heavens Grief

Brings Hells Rain

[lizleeships]

A slightly more poetic (read: incredibly cheesy) take on Castiel’s ruminations and rescue from the Empty for the Destieliversary. 

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I’m definitely a few days late with this, but I was at the mercy of an old injury flare-up, apologies. I’m also very uncertain in general about this comic, but hey, throwing it out there anyway. I hope you enjoy <3 

Please don’t repost, but feel free to tip me if you like my work :) 

[hi-im-cas]

Tabby Cats and Black Sheep

a short story some call an epilogue; but it’s spn related so some things never really die, they just tuck themselves away into the safety of our hearts and the fondness of those memories lives on there.

Castiel had learned how to wear his heart on his sleeve without allowing it to be crushed in the process; though there were still days it ached and yearned with a longing for something- or rather someone who had left a long time ago.

He still thought back to the very first memory he had of them, a summoning which he’d mistaken for a prayer. She’d been abrasive and damning, insulted him with heavy assumptions and then turned to tuck tail and run. A confusion of conniving wit and charm; and yet he’d found himself enthralled in the mystical curiosity she woke in him. She was out for blood and he couldn’t decide whether it was his blood she craved or her own instead.

A box, a cage really- with something inside that seemed more volatile than her. And he tossed her in with no remorse… if she hadn’t gotten in his head maybe he would’ve left her to her fate; to be mauled alive; chewed up and spit back out to start the process all over again. But she tapped into his grace… not his ethereal grace, but the human one. The human grace that manifested as empathy and concern… genuine care for the wild eyed woman who angrily summoned him and demanded his blood and feathers. He went back for her.

The cage was a mystery, he still didn’t understand it- maybe he didn’t want to take the time to understand it though. She’d needed help and he was an angel after all, helping was kinda what his type did. But he overestimated his strength against the thing lingering alongside her in the cage and with his guard down it got the upper hand on them both.

He used up his energy to get them away from that place- a rough crash landing in a motel where she let the fear instilled in her from youth, convince her to sleep on a tabletop. Weird. Fucking weird. He let her sleep… and he tried to tend to his wounds. Hidden away in a dingy bathroom with warm tub water he peeled blood soaked clothing off and scrubbed it clean, kneeling at the soapy waters edge until the warmth lulled him to sleep. Very fucking weird. Oddly human. Just like her.

She must’ve woken to the bath water running, warm soap that smelled like fresh apples and hazy morning naps. She took his clothes and rung them out to dry; stealing the soft blue tie; the backwards fabric that gave him his signature “dorky” look and covered him up with a towel, staring at the humanlike angel asleep on the dirty bathroom floor. Willing to help her even if it cost him his life, no questions asked.

He convinced her to sleep in the bed beside him; she stared at him like he was a bat fresh out of hell, he listens to her howl and scream and spit like a cat dunked in water it wasn’t expecting. They fit together like peanut butter and jelly. She wasted her own energy on stealing snacks from a corner store; they shared a moment of laughter together over sugary sweets and drinks.

It was time to go again, a stray cat followed them and Castiel let himself get attached to the small creature. He named it after his hunter’s favorite treat; Pie. But she didn’t want to lose her chance at reclaiming her humanity; she hurt his feelings, she yelled at him and told him to get rid of the thing. His growing humanness allowed for grief within his fondness of the small black ball of fuzz.

They stayed at a home that belonged to no one. And she knew he missed that stupid animal… except maybe it wasn’t so stupid if the angel she summoned missed it that much. She went out and found Pie; Castiel still thinks she did it to see him smile again. It was time to get back on track… she had someone to take down. And Castiel was the powerhouse she needed for that to be successful; Castiel didn’t know it then, but she was using him for her own gain… but at the same time she didn’t know that he was helping because he was a good angel… a soldier who followed instruction, no matter how fatal they could be.

Neither of them realized their story was being molded into something else. Less about themselves and more about each other. Their bond deepened and they didn’t even see it coming. Not until the woman’s father finally reared his head up from the flames of hell that licked away hope like a bonfire in the dark of the Midwest cornfields. Even then- the bond strained as hard as it could to not break.

They fell in love; but it was more than consummation and physicality; there was a depth and shifting dynamic… unplanned. Painful, yet somehow worth all of it.

There really is no epilogue; some stories simply don’t have endings, just long chapters that lead down different paths. Forever intertwined even if they never intersect again. Beautiful things that aren’t always destined to last forever, beautiful things.

[hi-im-cas]

hello people. this blog is in the process of being archived. If you need me ya got my info on my other page. Here I was getting inundated with too many anons asking about people and things that no longer involve me. Thanks for following this blog and I’ll see ya all around in another life. Thanks ✌🏼-misha

[hi-im-cas]

then you don’t truly care about them if you wouldn’t try to reach out and ask why they talk of you to people

it’s not my responsibility to fix something I didn’t break.

[cafeinevitable-deactivated20220]

Blue by Lily Seika Jones

watercolour & ink

[geopsych]

Sunrise at the lake, early July.

[invisiblebeesstuff]

Reminder that you don't need to stay with people who make you feel bad. It doesn't matter what they're going through or how long you've been friends. You're allowed to leave.

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[hi-im-cas]

fr answer this I’ve sent you at least three asks and you’ve posted things so I know you’re here like do you even care that she’s talking about you to other people?

Bruh you’ve sent waaaay more than 3 lol and to my personal blog too which is just weird dude - its… suspicious lol. Bruh tbr I just don’t care enough at the end of the day. life happens, people talk, it is what it is and I’m just not interested in controlling any sort of narrative. I’m sorry bruh I just really don’t care about what people have to say about me if they can’t say it to me lol.

[hi-im-cas]

finding friends who lead you into the comfort of the sunlight after you’ve been dragged through such dark, muddy rain showers and lost sight of the hope waiting on the other side of it— they’re truly something else. they’re a reminder from the universe that those who truly love you, will find you.

[hi-im-cas]

some people will never reach out and speak to you again because they don’t have the maturity to cope with the fact that they did you shitty and you didn’t deserve it. since they lack the accountability they will create a fucked up narrative about you so they can not feel bad about themselves. it’s just a fact. and sometimes them never reaching out again is for the better.

[bleakfated-a]

@hi-im-cas​ asked:  ❛  i just felt like kissing you.  ❜  from the mean girls meme

             he really couldn’t comprehend why castiel still liked him at all, let alone enough to want to kiss him. while paxton had warmed up to the idea of having someone know him more than as a mere acquaintance, mostly due to castiel’s persistence, every instinct in him still screamed to run from any meaningful connection.  ❝ you’re either a masochist or really blind to all of the red flags you should be seeing with me.  ❞

[hi-im-cas]

“If I ran into the doorframe trying to look cool in front of someone I would hope they’d kiss me to soothe my ego too.” Cas teased sarcastically, hoping down off the ledge beside the steps and going back to sanding a piece of wood he was determined to make into a little bear eventually. But there was a tiny little smile he failed to hide, content to view all of Paxton’s red flags through the rose colored glasses he would most likely ever take off.

[bleakfated-a]

@hi-im-cas​ asked:  ❛  i can’t believe you think i’m immature !  ❜ from the mean girls meme

        ❝ i don’t mean any offense by it. i mean, you’re relatively new to not being a robotic soldier of heaven, right? i’m sure your maturity will come with time like the rest of us. ❞ in one way or another, everyone that was a little bit fun was also a little bit immature.

[hi-im-cas]

Cas gave her a scowl that was somewhere between a teasing pout and confusion before sighing softly and looking away from Roxie. “I wasn’t robotic.” He claimed looking back at her. “I was well measured.” He squinted, looking down at his muddy jeans and kicking a rock across the pavement. “You don’t think I’m going to get in trouble for this, do you?” He asked, a sheepish tone as if her remark about him being immature was true all along.

[some-celebrity-stuffs]

Happy Birthday Julia Jones  

January 23

[forkscult]

the pack aesthetics: leah clearwater [ 2 / ? ]

[hi-im-cas]

@sherunsfaster

[im-misha]

i know I’m not here much anymore; but I still cherish the history I have with this blog and this place. It’s hard to explain, it’s a comforting yet painful nostalgia. The longing for a time that’ll never exist again, memories with people I’ve long since been forgotten by but still feel loved by. I’ve been on this site for ten years. An entire decade and it feels so incredibly strange to see how the blogs I’ve followed have evolved or simply disappeared; it makes me wonder if I fall into that reminiscence in anyone else’s recollection of this place.

So much has happened. I’m not grateful for all of it, but I can appreciate the beneficial wisdom it has given me as I navigate through life and existing alongside billions of people. Idk. I miss the old school-ness of it all some days, other times I just miss the oddities of the camaraderie I was lucky enough to share in and be welcomed into.

I talked to an old friend yesterday, a very old friend who has taught me how to make life sweet even in the midst of distinguished bitterness. I miss him all the time; but I feel privileged to know that he still lingers every now and again- that he takes the time to consider me a friend worth checking in on when he could easily erase me from the narrative of his history. He’s reminded me more than once that happiness isn’t in the having. It’s in just being. It’s in just saying it.

[hi-im-cas]

For @bleakfated

Cas thumped his forehead against the dining room table, the workbook cushioning it just a sliver. “I don’t want to help look for Rowena.” Cas whined, his voice cracking almost embarrassingly high for a moment as he sat back up and crossed his arms. “I don’t need a babysitter. I’m older than everyone in this hunting circle- including you I should be allowed to stay on the case I was working.” He squinted at Jody, pushing the plate of food she’d made him away and crossing his arms again.