#borntodirect

[callmeamillion]

Hi Everyone!!!!! Matthew 9:37 Jesus said, the Harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. 👷👷‍♀️ So it's 10:55pm and I'm up trying to figure how to create with Power Director. I'm thinking of doing a sample. I can't sit around and wait for people to help, with the strength of GOD it will be accomplished until HE sends the help! HE always has and He is also not man that HE shall lie. I never sit around to wait, I love in Faith and work with what I have! HE said HE would send the help and so HE will! Honestly I want what HE has ordained in my life including the ones HE wants to send to help! I pray for GOD to surround me with MORE laborers just like me who are passionate about creating, building and sowing into the kingdom of GOD! Please pray that GOD favors me and gives me the skill to figure out, learn and create with all the ease HE is willing to offer me. #AlwaysAStudent #BornToDirect#PassionFuelsTheFire #CreatingWithPurpose #KingdomBuilding #KigdomBusiness 🎬📽️🎞️ (at Connecticut)

[ask-the-tricksy-archangel-blog]

((Ooc. The 'read' meme.))

((And here, just for you, my voice reading literature If you guess what I'm reading, you win a ficlet with your OTP You all have ONLY THREE ATTEMPTS to guess.

IGNORE HORRIBLE ACCENT.)).

http://www.mediafire.com/listen/q7vqil66n9rt3z7/La_mia_voce_1.WAV

[mahcrela-archive-blog]

{Closed Starter}

borntodirect

The demon was surprised as anyone else as to how she was Alive, She remembered it all,  Being murdered, waking up in Purgatory, The Endless fighting, And then midst battle she was back, How ? she has no idea, But she was back and she wasn't just a Demon anymore, She was more She Developed strong powers, She had to to survive.. She had been back for at least a week now, And a few days ago she ran into a demon, She was curios about the whole hell Situation, So she took it in for Questioning..  And boy did that demon Say things that made her blood boil..She may of got carried away in the Execution of Killing it, But she couldn't help it she was fulled by pure rage, Four little Words have never angered her so. ''Crowley is Still Alive" And that's how she got here in an old abandoned house all set up to to summon him, She got  the blood from the demon Currently laid on the floor, A Devils trap drawn in its blood, Situated in the middle of the room, she cleaned herself up and walked over and switched the light on which hovered right about the Devils trap, Grabbing the bowl of Summoning ingredients and walking over to the chair in the corner , Placing it on the ground and lighting up two matches, And dropping them in the bowl, Sitting back int he chair and crossing her legs as the bowl went up in flames and then smoke..She then waited..

[deanwhatisanurlidontunderst-blog]

☮ [we really should be writing essays]

Send me a symbol ! ｡◕‿◕｡

☮ : An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

"I do not understand what taking a picture would accomplish. I do not understand what exactly you wish to take a picture of.

I do not have time for your childish fits. This is a serious matter, Crowley. You either follow the plan or you prepare for the consequences.

You have your deal.”

[deanwhatisanurlidontunderst-blog]

Earl Grey Tea, [bitch, you're back <3]

{ hehe, you bet, jerk <3 }

Well.

This certainly didn’t happen often.

Who would’ve thought that an angel would find himself sharing a cup of tea with the king of hell? Certainly not Castiel. What he was doing was blasphemy, and yet… there they were. Sitting at a table for two in typical cafe by the big, crystal-clear glass that separated them from the bustling city outside crawling with buzzing individuals hurrying about in their own business.

His azure orbs cast the demon a insistent stare, eyes narrowed, wrinkles showing on his forehead and around his eyes, shaped by his frustration and confusion. What was he doing there again? Oh, right, cooperating for the sake of the Winchesters — and, well, the rest of humanity, but those two always had a special place in the spotlight, after all.

He didn't even say a single word; no sound escaped his tinted lips; all he did was gaze intently into Crowley's soul -- well, slight exaggeration ; whatever it was that came close to the soul of the underworld leader -- his big hands enclosed around the paper cup containing the heavenly beverage that was Earl Grey, the warmth tickling the skin of his vessel pleasantly, but that didn't help loosen up the tense atmosphere -- not one bit.

[fideliswinchester]

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// You don’t get to decide this, your followers do :3

//I know but hearing that I'm quality still shocks me every time.

[fideliswinchester]

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// Potatoes are cool! You’re a quality potato <3

//True. Very true. but I refuse to believe I am quality.

[fideliswinchester]

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// But but but *whispers* you are a quality blog and you shouldn’t rp with crap people like me.

//Hush I am not a quality blog. I am a potato. Sweetheart you aren't crap. You are precious.