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Calling all writers/readers!

Tumblr is a place of talented writers, in my personal opinion. Fics, poems, you name it, we've got it. However, I can't ask each of you individually so we will have to go with this. I would like some honest opinions about the first part of my prose poem.

So if you've got a minute, take a look, and shoot me an ask! Thank you so much!

We find ourselves lost in a maze between my infinity and yours. Every 86, 400 seconds the earth spins once, and the funny thing is we never realized one damn thing. You are lost in your unit circle and I in my plastic globe, and it doesn’t matter if your eyes blaze like twin headlights on a darkened road.

Every 31560000000 seconds, the earth rotates once around the sun, a spinning carousal of stars and light and noise. And somewhere across the ocean, a baby is born.

Every 12 seconds, you inhale once. A galaxy of air spins through your wildflower lungs, and carbon dioxide dances out your fractured-glass lips.

Every .5903 seconds, someone stops breathing. You can hear the space between their heartbeats, and no one can look each other in the eye.

It’s been 458600 seconds, and I am not sure if we have gone anywhere. I am not sure any of us have gone anywhere. See, I don’t think we ever move. We just stay in the same spot, always spinning back to the starting point, waiting for the earth to turn under our feet, waiting for the tide to suck the sand back into the sea, waiting until we are buried alive under our own gravestones, because the earth has revolved 17 times since I took my first breath, and I am not sure I have moved one inch.

[damnbarnes-blog]

I hope everything gets better for you, if you need to talk i'll be happy to listen. Keep in mind that you're a fantastic person, i mean it, that is really painful, i know because i lost a friend not so long ago. But right now YOU DESERVE ALL THE LOVE <3 /hugs/

you are amazing okay *hugs* <3

[stardustcas]

Season 4 >> Season 9

[astrasperas]

Ad astra is doing so well!!! I'm so happy for u ;u;

Aww, Paula, that warms my heart ; U ; Thank you so much!

[astrasperas]

/appears out of nowhere/ yoooo i heard about the medieval AU and Alzheimer AU??? daksbhhdsa nhixxie you're going to be the end of me ;u;

/A SNIPPET GREETS YOUR FACE/

“I’m Dean.” the prince says, tall and proud, “What’s your name?”

What’s your name. No one ever asks him of his name. He has no name.

The prince—Dean—reaches out and takes him by the hand, pulling him up to his feet. “What’s your name?” he asks again, but what could he say? He never speaks. He has no name. He is nothing.

“Can’t you talk?”

He just gazes, doe-eyed, his blue eyes attempting to speak volumes, hopefully to compensate for his lack of words.

“Do you want this?” Dean asks, recalling the stranger’s entrancement with the brightly colored roses. He reaches out, bending one at its stem, and plucks it off the bush. The erythraean thing tumbles off the fingers of a prince into the palm of a no one. This shouldn’t be. He doesn’t even have a name.

Colors disconcert and enchant him at the same time, and so when he finds a few speckles of scarlet lining the prince’s skin, he catches it like a bright-winged butterfly flitting within his sight. The cut nestles on a cheekbone, the point high and strong and beautiful on a face like his. It must be from a thorn from the bush, he thinks, and with one hand grasping the offered gift, he uneasily reaches out to brush the blood off.

There’s a blur of metal and the next sensation he feels is his arms being torn back and his body being hauled further away, the back of his feet scraping the soil like rakes. He feels rocks scratch at the skin of his heels, but he is focused on himself, the prince, and the growing distance that fills the in between.

No.

No.

Wait.

No.

“No.” he suddenly mutters, the thought transcending from his mind to his mouth for the first time.

A day of firsts.

“No,” he says again, slightly louder this time, “No!”

“I SAID STOP!”

The prince is a boy, but he is to be a man. He is a child, but a future king. The command in his young voice does not falter, and not a single quiver in his steadfast resolve. Dean’s voice has deepened in anger. He has a feeling this is a voice that will grow with age, fiercer and broader and rougher.

“He’s a trespasser, my prince.”

“He’s not if a Winchester allows him in.”

“He’s a beggar, he is nothing—”

“Then he came to beg at the right place.” There’s a growl of finality in his words. The soldiers seem to recognize this as well, because the ferocious grip on his arms half-heartedly loosens.

“Go.” The men in armor trudges away, the metal against their bodies clanging noisily.

He looks down on the rose Dean plucks for him—it is ruined beyond salvation. It makes his chest hurt, his throat attacked with a twinge he could only push back by swallowing thickly. He almost cries, but too much firsts have happened today. He battles it down.

“What’s your name?” Dean asks again, a third time now.

He doesn’t look up, because his eyes are far too pained. “I don’t have one.” he mumbles, the distant feeling of speaking sending tingles onto his lips.

“Then I’ll give you one.”

He resists his shame and raises his gaze, and he finds Dean has done the same, eyes of sage green flourished towards the sky, lip bitten down in thought.

“You’re Castiel.” he finally says.

Castiel.

The prince wears a small smile and this is all that he sees, his attention stolen and magnetized towards the singular quirk of the lip. “And don’t listen to them. You are something. Nobody is ever nothing.”

The once nameless boy looks at the prince like he’s seen nothing like him—like he’s basking in night air and star light and the warmth of a hundred distant suns. He will remember everything in this small memory; he’ll remember the colors of the flowers and the almost wintry breeze and the feeling of the soil underneath his bare feet. He’ll remember—because this is the day Castiel gives his life to Dean.

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& HAVING LUNCH TOGETHER /SCREAMING/

DONT EVEN!!!!

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And all the humans and all the angels with their clipped wings will bow to me. Or they will burn.

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