#angclwiings

[meddlingheels]

       ❝  i see you move your lips ,  but it sounds like  g i b b e r i s h  …  ❞

( @angclwiings )

[omousvarii]

              @saviorbuilt​  &&  @angclwiings​   plotted for  BELLARKSTIEL  season 5 divergent !!

     five years to the day and Bellamy was on his way back. on his way home. he had decided to make the trip to see if the ground was survivable again before the rest of the group came down, no use in them all dying if it wasn’t ready. it was a bumpy ride back and the landing had been anything other than painful but he was alive, and he was back on the earth. kicking open the dropship hatch he stumbled out. he took in a deep breath, the crisp air he had missed so badly, the warmth of the sun shining down on his skin. he couldn’t help but bask in it a moment before letting out a sigh. well, I’m not burning to radiation yet so this is a good sign.     crawling back into the dropship he grabbed the backpack that Raven had packed for him and pulled out the radio. “ Raven? you there? I made it.. I didn’t combust into flames so... so far so good. ” there was only white noise on the other end and he frowned, smacking the radio against his other hand, “ C’mon... dammit. ” he’d have to figure out how to fix it---maybe a higher point on the ground like a hill would give him better reception. gathering his things he headed up through the small patch of green, fingers running along the leaves as he did so. it was so good to be back.

[saviorbuilt]

                     ;; @angclwiings for plotted thing

        it was pitch black outside, the cool early morning air chilled her through her car windows. the bite kept her awake but it wouldnt for long. she was twelve hours in since she had started, her gas-n-sip cup from that morning still sat in the holders. sadly enough, she would have to make her routine second stop just to get home without causing an accident. the coffee was terrible but she was a creature of habit. the doctor pulled into the small parking area just outside the gas station, the lone car at this time of night. grabbing her old cup to toss, the night air made her shiver, the cotton pink scrubs not doing much to keep her warm. 

      ding  “hi steve,” she smiled brightly as she walked in, despite the exhaustion set deep into her bones. she had come to like the new attendant that they had hired-- handsome, sweet but kind of odd. she didnt head to the coffee pots but rather to where he was, “how was your weekend?” she had saturday and sunday off so she didnt come in per usual, she always sort of missed talking to him. he had become part of her routine it seemed.

[maryswaywardson]

Is Ketchup a Vegetable? | Dean & Castiel

Cont. From Here

@angclwiings

Don't be friggin' awkward, Dean. Don't be weird. It's just Cas. Same nerdy dude with wings you've had dinner with a thousand times. Nothing is different. Except everything. He didn't have Sam here to back him up when he said something stupid, or to fill in the fallen silence when he made a terrible joke that the angel didn't fully understand.

In fact, he was slowly starting to realize he'd never even had a conversation with Cas that wasn't about the world ending or one of them being cursed with damnation. It wasn't like Dean was new to the dating scene, he just didn't date. And he certainly didn't go on dates with someone who'd saved his ass more times than he could count, seen him at rock bottom, and still smiled when he looked at him. Like that.

The hunter had looked up from fidgeting with his fries just in time to have the breath pulled out of his lungs. He wasn't even doing anything particularly funny, but the angel still had that look in his eyes. That soft smile that matched perfect sapphire eyes, the hunter often found himself lost in. He looked around the room to see if maybe something behind him was what was distracting his friend, but it was just Dean's attention he seemed focused on. The angel's plate was still left untouched, waiting for Dean to opt for seconds, as per ritual. Emerald eyes narrowed in on icey blues. "What?" Mouth still half full of food, only naturally.

[brokencoded-blog]

@angclwiings liked.

         the first word that comes to mind is “TRAITOR.” it floats around her head like a shroud, darkening her senses and dulling any shred of critical thought that she’s come to cling to; yet it doesn’t feel RIGHT. there’s something else there, too. something softer, KINDER. it lingers somewhere deep within her thoughts, edging itself forward until it’s all she can focus on. the inner turmoil rattles her to the very core of her being, it’s almost DIZZYING ---------             ❛   you’re  a MONSTER,  ❜  she’ll spit at last, for to be hostile is all she knows.  ❛  stay away from me, CASTIEL.  ❜             

[worldraged]

“Hello Castiel.” It wasn’t hard to find him, not really, all one had to do was find the Winchesters and her little brother would be close behind. Of course, she’s since changed vessels from the last time they saw each other. After a rather nasty encounter with Lucifer she’d had no choice. Gabriel is leaning against a wall, arms folded over her chest, her head tilted as she watches him. “You don’t have to worry, I’m not here to cause trouble. Promise.” She grins mischievously and shrugs her shoulders, “I’m taking a break from mischief. Lying low for a little while. But I thought I’d come and see how you were, you’re basically a magnet for trouble, or at least those brothers you hang out with are.”

@angclwiings

[itsjustanarchive-blog]

@angclwiings

Coming into a new world was scary enough, but seeing someone standing there, several feet taller than himself was scarier. For Jack, it almost came off threatening. He was huddled in the corner, and even though there was a grin on his face, the boy used it more as a mechanism than anything else. If he didn’t look scared – they couldn’t assume he was. After all, these people had been trying to murder him for the last several months simply because of who his father was. “He’s dead.” Castiel. Jack had personally picked him. He had shown him the world he could create as long as he was able to be born -- or at least a version of it. Castiel was stronger than the rest of the angels. Jack may not know his entire story, but he wanted to.

He had been able to resurrect his mother -- so why couldn’t he try to resurrect an angel, too? Archangels -- or in his case, half-archangels had abilities no other angels had, didn’t they? His access to Enochian magic was strong enough, but combine it with the fuel his human soul gave, he was far superior than most angels and humans alike. Jack finally stood to his feet, waving a hand to make clothing appear on his body. He didn’t have full access to his abilities, but there were certain things that just came naturally. He didn’t care that Sam Winchester was following behind him, confusion etched on his face. The only thing Jack cared about was making it to his guardian -- the angel he had chosen for such a task. Getting Dean out of the way, though. That was another story entirely.

“I can save him.” He muttered in the blond’s direction, head tilting to take in the dead body on the ground. Jack could see the outline of wings burnt into the ground and he could see no trace of angelic grace coursing through the vessel. The Nephilim leaned down, hand pressed against the body, eyes relinquishing their natural blue for a golden color. He could only hope this worked.

[sheisthesxnlight-archived]

Sunlight and trench coats || Aureriel & Castiel

[ @angclwiings ] --- Aureriel sat quietly in the bunker reading in one of big arm chairs. Sam and Dean both refused to let the golden haired angel go with them on this hunt. Both agreeing that it was far too dangerous for her, even her healing skills were needed. This bothered her greatly as she had come to love them both. It was then a flutter of wings were hear and a smile spread over her features. "Brother." She greeted before moving to hug Castiel.