#;michael

[audaciiae]

thinking abt michaels wingspan. b i g. big. like cannot properly fit in a room when spread out big

[audaciiaearchive]

anyways michael hcs

when theyre in a human form its Real obvious that something isnt quite right. they cant successfully hold this form for more than a few hours at a time. too much power in too small of a vessel isnt a good combo. they look super uncanny and just a whole lot of. what is going on here LMAO

their true form is just a giant ball of light. sometimes with too many eyes. sometimes none at all. sometimes with wings. sometimes not. it just depends on the person.

they have 0 concept of gender or sexuality. you can call them whatever. they dont care. but gender isnt a concept that exists for them

michael pretends to be extremely apathetic and uncaring and always has a blank expression on their face, but the truth is that they care. A Lot. theyre an angel, after all, and have all this love and feeling inside of them, but after lucifers fall, they decided it was better to just Not.

give them a weapon and theyll know how to use it. theyre the leader of gods army and the ultimate protector, so theres not really anything they dont know how to use

[rivsmusesarchive]

@droppingpetals

         “Jesus, just get inside,” Michael mutters and ushers Reid inside; he’s still half-asleep and the unlit apartment makes it even harder for him to be as alert as he should be. He is however, listening closely is there’s any shuffling in his sister’s room -- he hopes she doesn’t wake because Mike doesn’t feel like doing any explaining just yet. With a hand on the man’s back, he pushes him towards the bathroom, the piercing, bright light making him squint. “Sit down,” he instructs, his voice tired, similar to how his face looked, so in need of rest. Mike takes out the first aid kid from under the sink and turns to Reid, finally getting a good look of him. “Christ, what the hell did you do this time?” he says; there’s a lot of dried blood on his face and the gash under his eyebrow looks deep, still seeping. “I’m gonna have to stitch you up,” he mutters as he turns around to take a towel off the shelf; he wets it under running water and turns back to Reid, starting to cleans his face. “How’s the rest of your body? What am I gonna have to do down there?”

[domzphillips]

Z/Michael PMs 3/25/18

Zach: Well well well, if it isn't my favorite Harris. How's it hanging, Mikey?

[clarkrichardson]

Clark/Michael Texts April 29

Clark: So.. how should I go about finding a female sub for Sam to sleep with without making them think they get to sleep with me, too?

[naomixryan]

Naomi/Mike Texts

Naomi: Hey, Harris. Now that Elle is 30 weeks along, I'm thinking that maybe we should discuss limiting her hours in preparation for her maternity leave.

[speeches-speechless-blog]

@lucentiox

Michael was working hard getting through college, working towards becoming better and better at culinary skillsets. He’d practice any dish before he needed to for class, always ready to explore new ideas for recipes and mixtures. Such a thing was not free though, nor did it make him the money he needed to continue with research and schooling. To get a job just seemed natural. He applied for jobs at cafes and restaurants around the city, and of the ones that brought him in for an interview, only a few seemed actually interested in him. The job he ended up with was at a small shop selling pastries nearby his apartment. The manager seemed nice, and training went by uneventfully, possibly because of the later hours he was using for it. Finally being able to work and make the food was a relief.

He smiled at a coworker as he sat in the back of the kitchen area. It was his break, but he found the whole building so relaxing he didn’t want to spend it outside. So, instead he’d stayed back there as he ate some snacks from his home. To be hungry on the job would be a tragic thing. “Hello... I’m Michael, nice to meet you! I don’t think we’ve met before, have we?” He offered the other a cookie. “And you are?”