#@castiel

[cruciothoughts]

<3

15/82

[cruciothoughts]

<3

9/82-10/82--000

[creativecollectivechannel]

Who is Misha Collins? (via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYGrO2miX-o)

[carpe-dick]

Destiel

So, I just read a Destiel fan fiction thing, and now I'm like "What the hell did I just do?" But Ironically, I don't feel guilty... whats wrong with me? D:

[or-zane-in-human-blog]

Cheese & Bees || Zaniel & Castiel

Being stationed in Connecticut as a bringer of peace (really just a glorified mouthpiece between God and his darkest, rogue children) wasn't something that Zaniel had exactly seem coming. For countless centuries (countless, unless you asked the angel of time), his only duty had been to sit on the tip of each Monday and ensure that the humans survived the start of each week with compassion and grace. Granted, darkness still had it's tendency to slip through the cracks of his guard, and, yes, the Columbine shooting had occurred on a Monday. But, nevertheless! Zaniel was passionate about his work. And a few other bits and bobs - Everybody Loves Raymond, for example, but that was neither here nor there.

He had never, however, expected to take form on Earth in such a stable way. He'd visited before - within various bodies of various genders, for various reasons, none of which had sounded quite so exciting as this one. And none of which had proved quite so boring.

He had now been given a body to call his own, the component of him that made him human. According to the paperwork, the body had belonged to a young doctor in training, more of a nurse. Exactly that, really. A nurse who had made a fatal mistake of failing to connect the thing to the thing, making the stuff soak the place and sort of hurt him. At least, that was what Zaniel had gathered from the death report.

The body was now his, reanimated by his essense and his aura, fit to him like a second skin. Or a first skin, really, depending on which side of the wall you were looking at it from.

Earth, however, was still really quite a mystery. He was finding that reading people's thoughts had been easier than holding conversations. Watching a human use the device they so called an "iPhone" was simpler than having to activate one. For centuries, he'd been watching God's special children grow and learn and develop, shaking his head fondly as some of his favorites would make fool worthy mistakes, and cheering for them as they'd try and try until finding success.

But, now that it was his turn, he found himself overwhelmed; unsure of where to plug this wire, when to press eject, how to connect the picture to the sound, or if he really did, indeed, agree to the so called Terms and Conditions.

Nature was a refreshingly familiar and simple escape from all of that, making the bench in the park the location he had so far spent most of time, and intended to continue doing so. The air was crisp and the grass was bright. So much brighter than his view from Heaven. It was where he was settling now, with a plastic dish of food he had only recently become able to consume.

"Ah, the joy of cheese," he spoke softly as he smiled, his Wendy's salad topped with crumbled blue cheese, a favorite of his among the human world as he watched the clouds move slightly east with each forkful.

[edswaggmore-blog]

Text @ Castiel

Ed: I have two questions. Both of which should be treated with respect.