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ministering spirit, descended from heaven. hello, watcher, come ye to save? again, shouts for mercy gone away. godly angel, goodly servant. god within you, outward.

                                                                        ––– written by rowen.

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i’m archiving this blog. you can find me [over here] 

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i’m archiving this blog. you can find me [over here] 

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i’m archiving this blog. you can find me [over here] 

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i’m archiving this blog. you can find me [over here] 

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i’m archiving this blog. you can find me [over here] 

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angelic lore has michael helping humans w/ expelling fear & i think that’s p valid considering he still faces his greatest fear every day 

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AHHHHHHH

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if chloe ends up being the show’s version of elaine belloc i might actually wheeze myself to death but anyway that tiny michael reference tho 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌

[effieleeart]

“What a strange idea. Love isn’t feeling. If it were, I wouldn’t be able to love. Cherubim don’t have feelings.”

[dadfromthehood]

12/03/2016

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+ @wrxckage

this chair must swallow the boy whole with how monstrous it is, but michael does not laugh or grin or poke at the beast when he swivels around to face the poor wreck when he rushes, stomping in. 

   “the one man army. he shows his face at last.” 

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screams;; ththhhheee concept of vessels iS DUMB

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+ @mushtilil​

the core of him has splintered, the same words ringing over and over again in his mind. he had bowed and said yes, father. why? why had he done such a thing? the world rushes past, a cacophony of disarrayed clangs and roaring winds. blurred vision. stuttered breath. a righteous and godly sword searing burns against a stiff hip. he moves toward the pull in his chest and does not stop until he has a tight grip on lucifer’s forearm. an urgent beckoning away from the crowd he has gathered to enjoy himself with. all bright, shining faces listening to his tales with rapture. discordant with the perverse whispers of subversion and insurrection. he wants it snuffed out. clear the garden by pulling the weeds at the root. the root of evil. something vile and dark slithering and poisoning. it cannot be. 

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on one hand, pls give me all ur pain & suffering in threads but on the other like no thanks

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starter call yeah?

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let me just take a hot moment to note that michael has an unfathomable amount of power & there’s no surpassing him in pretty much any area,,,,, like he’s inexplicable in his preeminence, to the extent that i don’t have the vocabulary to describe it purely because i have a human mind with a leaning toward physical limitations but!!! listen! he’s practically a self contained inferno and he only directs the flames when and where he’s told to. & with all that power, he just walks around with humans, enjoying the dust on his feet and the sweat on his brow and the smiles of the faces on the people he meets. so just let that sit with you for awhile. xoxo