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[fxcetspera-blog]

hallowedgrace replied to your post: dean winchester: hurt me during sex you cowards

she has no problems with this

tbh........ a drunk dean would probably have random rough sex with her ngl

[psichc-blog]

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☞   @hallowedgrace​​       ☟   mun related questions

❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse?

okokokok so ,, i technically dont have any crackships for shawn ??? like the only people i ship him w in the show are less of a “crackship” and more of,,, like ??? well, i feel like “shassie” has been the “destiel” of psych so i cant consider it a crackship lolol but !!!! uh !!  does ?? shawn x bellamy, or shawn x clarke, shawn x castiel, & shawn x dean count ??? bc i ship those things x”))) <3  and they fit the critera of what’s considered a crack ship lol, only thing is that i had written shawn w those muses so it sort of develope d??? ahh fuck it they’re crack ships lol

[freckledrighteous-a]

@hallowedgrace liked for a short starter.

The shot was burning down his throat with one simple swing before he looked towards the other side, noticing the gorgeous woman. Not very common to see people who looked like her in places like this. “Rough day?”

[fxcetspera-blog]

                         she paints her eyes as B L A C K as night now                                           PULLS THOSE SHADES DOWN t i g h t

                         oh yeah, there’s a smile when the P A I N comes                                         PAIN’S GONNA MAKE EVERYTHING a l r i g h t

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hallowedgrace 

Jack had grown used to FEEL the angels. It’s usually the aura they have around them, it’s different than humans. And it’s just instinct within him, be it because he himself was part angel. Golden orange displays in his eyes for a moment pass, a warning, fearful she would be like all the rest that came for him before. There is only a hint of fear in the nephilim’s eyes before he settles to display strength. “I’m not going with you if you are here to take me.”

[haloese]

@hallowedgrace / sc.

   He can sense it. A creature not so different from him, its presence pulsing like an alarm in his head. A warning ?  A threat ?  But, it is nothing compared to the first contact he received when high-pitched sounds at a frequency a human, the human part of him, can have their ears bleed out and eyes burned from their sockets, but his heritage let him to pick up messages from various voices that he cannot recognize. From angels, just like his father. 

   It’s a fine day in the park where Jack decides to rest on a bench, back reclined against the wooden planks lined up and nailed to the metal frame as he observed his surroundings and tried to grasp the natural world more than how it physically manifested. It’s peaceful, he’s able to clear his mind and try to discern the next step he should do for a quest to prove his goodness to his friends, his family, when he senses it. Immediately, he straightens up in his seat as blue eyes scan the perimeter until it rest on a woman, and Jack breaks eye contact, muttering under his breath.

   He knows distance won’t matter. She can probably hear him since they are both of the same power where they are born from, and she just found him. She must have greater powers than Jack has while he doesn’t even know what they are. Angels are supposed to listen so this isn’t quite a chore for her. If she can, she can also read Jack’s lips.   

      “ You’re ... different. ❜   The boy breathes, attempting to think about the feeling the woman has been sending him ; he doesn’t know if it’s on purpose or not or if she knows she does.   “ But, you can’t be too different from them. You’ve come for me as they do. ❜

      “ Why do you seek me ?  Are you going to take me with you ? ❜  

[huntingtrip]

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kissing meme + 2. a kiss on the nose/eyelids/forehead 

she’s sleeping on the couch, or at least dean thinks she is, he’s never sure if the woman actually sleeps or just closes her eyes and listens.                    because sometimes she knows things he was trying to keep secret, and other she’ll wake suddenly when he comes back with food despite him being extremely quiet. zo always looks peaceful, he’ll give her that much. even when she’s resting, never quite looks RESTED but she looks peaceful and it’s a strange distinction that he’s had to come about to learning. he stops at the foot of the couch, where her head lays, ----------------- sometimes she sleeps as if she were laying in a coffin and it’s a little weird. but today she looks more human for lack of a better word.                    “ ----------- zo, it’s mornin’ ” comes the soft response, he leans over and presses a slight kiss to her forehead, before straightening up and in a MUCH louder voice adding: “ i brought pancakes, hash browns and omelettes !. ”

[angclwiings-archived]

                    ❛       both       chosen      paths ,             and       ones      foisted      upon       us .   .   .       ❜             he       starts       the      conversation .   .   .             nervously .             ❛                     can      be       similar .             they      all       have      the      potential      to       fail ,             or       succeed .       ❜             castiel      makes      an       attempt      to       explain ,             brows      softening       to       show      sympathy             &&       a       sense      of       docile       nature .       he       had      no       intentions       on       being      hostile ,             even      if       pushed .             ❛        it       depends       on       what      you       do       with       what       you       have       left .   .   .             blaming       others .   .   .            it ’ s .   .   .             it       is       not       the      way .       ❜

☁   @hallowedgrace​        ☁   starter call  !!