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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE . 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 @ 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙷𝚂 . 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 / 𝙷𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 , 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂 / 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃 , 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙰𝙶 𝙼𝙴 !
𝙶𝙾𝙳 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙻𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙵 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 / 𝙸 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 / 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝚈 — 𝚂𝚃 . 𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙴𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴 , 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚆'𝚂 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙻 , 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙻 .
michael has been around since before the dawn of creation therefore . . . threads set in different historical time periods. threads set in different countries. please 🙏
Claude Paradin, Devises heroïques, 1557.
okay but . . . pre established dynamics and intricate storylines just hit Different 😌
so you guys know this clip for ' dance me to the end of love ' ? a thread like that please. thank you.
michael affecting statues and paintings . . . a neat concept .
𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚆 . / 𝚂𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 .
𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄; save for an angry dog, a bear in the vicinity, or (whenever he started sneezing and rubbing at his eyes) a cat. they didn't really face up to vampires, ghosts, wendigos, shifters, or the like – he'd notice the flash of silver in someone's eyes, the posture of someone going for their weapon, the signs of a haunting or of a demon, but animals weren't his THING, not in the same way that sam noticed them. so when dean took note of something weird that was happening with an animal, he was usually suspicious from the outset. birds though? weren't birds always doing weird crap? he didn't know – but this sucker sitting around outside his motel room was giving him stalker eyes and he didn't know what to do about it. it wasn't like birds actually stalked you, right?
boots were audible against motel floor as dean listened to his brother down the other end of his cell, while approaching the motel room window again to twitch the blind and look out for the vulture once more. still there. that was freaking weird, wasn't it? “ alright, keep looking. i'll see if i can get somethin' outta cas about whether he knows anything on it. – yeah, see you later. ” there's an audible click as the two halves of his flip phone close together and dean pockets it, moving away from the window again, this time toward the door to the room. if that bird crapped on his baby, he was gonna SHOOT it. with the door open, dean froze in place, brows coming together in a deep frown, eyes searching for the bird that had seemingly vanished without a trace. with a huff he turned to close the door, catching sight of someone standing in the motel room and he reached for his gun automatically, pointing it toward the figure. “ whatever you're selling, buddy, i'm not buying. ”
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙼 , 𝙾𝚁 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙻 , and in the beginnings of such tempest , something holy stands at the center , seeds of god carried all the way here in a bird’s beak . a message of divine will , perhaps , or act of commination . the messenger leaves soon after , and in its place , in a haste flutter of feathers , comes the viceroy’s arrival . [ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 / 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝚂𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙻𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝙳𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 / 𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝚁𝚄𝙽 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙻 , 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 ] the archangel stalks the narrow hall of the building , and where he passes , lights begin to flicker , gently at first , then violently before some die down in a loud quiver , leaving only the trails of smoke in the new half - dark . he stands under the arch of the doorway / on the walls , where the wood below has begun to mold in the corners of the ceiling , faint shadows of wings stretch in their entire glory , illuminated only by the light of the moon falling through the windows — a hint given towards what lay below human exterior .
perched atop the windowsill , the bird returns only to stare through the thin glass , as if amused , or taunting / inside , within the confines of the cheap motel room , michael’s features seem to mirror those sentiments , hands crossed behind his back , pressed suit scrunching up . ❝ hello , dean . ❞ a note of threat , or perhaps irritation , for all the attempts of angels to achieve heaven’s goal so far have proved fruitless , and he is beginning to tire of it . [ 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻 , 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 . . . ] in the hush of eve , the sound of dress shoes against the creaking floorboards echoes off of the walls as he steps forward , shortening the proximity between hunter and angel . now in full view , he cants his head , eyeing the raised firearm , before averting his gaze to dean with a scoff , ❝ hospitality is not your virtue , i see — lower the weapon . it will be of no use to you . . . i just wish to talk . ❞
starters from the 44 bce speech by cicero, ATTACK ON AN ENEMY OF FREEDOM
“why is this my fate?”
“they have paid me graver penalties than i could have wished.”
“what happened to them ought to frighten you.”
“but you, i have never injured, even in words.”
“i think you know why you brought this matter up.”
“i do not see how you could have killed me.”
“it seemed to me less undesirable to admit my obligation to you than to let ignorant people think me ungrateful.”
“you admitted this yourself.”
“just see how unbelievably stupid he is as well.”
“i beg this of you.”
“what a disgusting, intolerable, sensualist the man is, as well as a vicious, unsavoury crook!”
“your impudence must be equal to your debauchery if you dare make that assertion in this very place.”
“heaven knows this did not suit you.”
“these are old stories.”
“do you not understand this?”
“what a fool you are, ( name ).”
“concentrate please - just for a little.”
“try to make your brain work for a moment as if you were sober.”
“you look rather worried.”
“if what i am now going to say is known to you already, then your fate is sad indeed : and sadder still if it is not.”
“well, is that a lie?”
“that would be out of the question.”
“i pity the very walls and roof of that house.”
“i feel no surprise when you disturb the peace.”
“what were you begging for?”
“what would you then have said?”
“fear made you a good citizen.”
“was i wrong?”
“we are colleagues ; no one will refuse.”
“peace and slavery are very different things.”
“if the hope of being praised cannot entice you to behave decently, is fear equally incapable of scaring you out of your repulsive behaviour?”
“to be afraid of danger from one’s own people night and day is no sort of a life.”
“you and he are not in any way comparable.”
“i shall not be intimidated by you.”
“i would gladly offer my own body, if my death could redeem the freedom of our nation.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours: Love Poems to God; from ‘lch bin, du Ängstlicher. Hörst du mich nicht’, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy
michael is an angel of strenuous occasion ; he comes to those who are most in need of protection and guidance / like a lighthouse, he is an omen of safety. furthermore, he has a soft spot for the weak and downtrodden, those who have no warmth left but that of their faith. he will heed your call when you feel most alone . . .
In my soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church where I kneel.
Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.
— Rabia Basri, ‘In My Soul,’ (translated by Daniel Ladinsky)
Sergey Maximishin. Varanasi, India. 2013
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heaven , but the angels have different uni major vibes , i'll go first : michael is a law major .
though michael occupies a vessel, and at first glance, appears to be human, the longer you stare at him / stand in his presence, the illusion begins to degrade until you realize that he's not, nor ever was, human. he mimics mannerisms quite well, but they are just eerie enough to look wrong. the little details that make a person a person are omitted. in addition, he doesn't register compliments directed at his physical form as it's not genuinely . . . him .