#heavy words

[spnsmile]

After I saw destiel fanart by ficklelittletwister (based on 9.23 episode, sort of) I realized that when Sam put Dean's body to the bed, Dean's face wasnt covered in blood, means that Sam cleaned it. It must be hard for him. And now I cant stop thinking if it was Cas who did that.

👀👀👀👀

I believe it’s gonna be something heavy if it happened that way… and I reckon it also needed both more words and no words at the same time… dang it…the words I used don’t mince… why anonnn!?

🥺🥺🥺 #hurt #hope

Guess what? He’s dead too.

How wicked a voice of an angel could turn to be, Castiel will never understand. His Father must've felt the same when Lucifer slandered epitaphs to God's beloved creations.

An hour passed, or two. 

All was still and silent outside the hidden shelter when Castiel arrived at the Bunker in the dead of the night.

It was not the same within its walls however, for the moment the angel opens the familiar heavy door, his sensitive ears catch the tiniest sound of someone crying. A desolate sound coming from someone so dear and close.

He found them in the middle of the corridor lit with the turn up lamps. 

Sam kneeling on the floor with legs crushed beneath him, his broad shoulder shaking as he struggles to breathe. On his arm clings an unmoving figure. The angel holds himself fast. No time for yourself, he says.

He walks to Sam whose sobbing will be in the angel’s nightmare as he draws closer. Sam is crying, his frame hunching over the body lying on the floor, dead. 

He’s dead too.

The Righteous man.

The name registers in his head, but he did not say it. 

Sam is not just crying, it’s a plea of a man drained of all hope. The angel grasps his shoulders for support, murmurs something soothing and gentle. It takes a while. Sam says he wants to do it, but his body won’t let him when the angel stood back to watch. Sam didn’t move. How could he?

“Come on, Sam. I will do it.”

Breathing hitching, Sam staggers to stand up. He didn’t make it far. A few steps to the nearest wall and he is sliding down the cold tiles of the floor, drowning himself in misery, clamping his hands over his mouth to stop whatever dreadful sound wants to slip out. Castiel takes the hands away, shaking his head once reproachfully when he meets the wet eyes, the angel’s heart sinking at the streak of tears on the kind face.

Sam didn’t deserve this.

“D-Dean—he’s…!” he could barely swallow.

Castiel slightly cringes at the name before he places a hand on the trembling shoulder and squeezes it tight. He’s never wanted to see Sam Winchester broken again as a result of a test of time.

“It’s okay.” He assures the air, unable to reach either hearts.

Sam buries his face on his knees, his long fingers running on the scalps of his hair. 

The angel watches him for some time. Stayed beside him till he can make sure Sam knows he’s here. That he didn’t have to be alone. That someone’s beside him in this time of grieving. He won’t be alone.

When at last, Sam’ sobs stifled a little after an hour, the angel knows it’s time for him to do his take. 

He attempts to straighten his expression, attempts to hide his grief because if he let the crushing defeat to drown him too, he would be no use to Sam. No use here at all… so he turns.

Keep Reading

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

Sorryyy for the length 🥺

[leviathan-supersystem]

Visit Original Link

[frankenstank]

Honestly

The way you talk about other people is a reflection of how you feel about yourself. Idk how people can be so negative & talk so much shit about someone & not feel bad or shitty about themselves. Saying ugly things & hatin on somebody just makes you a nasty person because your spewing such negativity. If you really dislike/hate someone that much then stop wasting your breath talking about them!!

[switchywitchy]

I randomly get these, well I call them “writing fevers”. I used to write every day, but it’s easily been eight years since I’ve sat down and put words to paper (or... keyboard to word document??). Every once in a while the writing fever will strike, and basically I can’t focus on anything else until they words claw their way out. They normally result in some okay stuff, but last night one hit me HARD and I was up until the wee hours writing it. It’s not very long but it still feels heavy, ya know?

Anyway, I might post it later. :)

[mlmdanse]

Male romanced! Companions react to synth Shaun asking about their relationship with sole?

Sorry this took so long, I’m getting back my will to write, so I’ll catch up on these. Also sorry this is so long.

Danse: Danse had just finished shining his power armor for the 5th time that day. He was having his celebratory snack cake session, when Shaun appeared. He didn’t expect this surprise visit. “Excuse me, Mr. Danse.” Shaun smiled at Danse, Danse nodding, mouth full of Snack cakes. “Do you like my dad?” Danse started to choke on the snack cake he was eating. “What...what was that soldier?” Danse asked, as soon as he swallowed the snack cake. He knew what Shaun asked, he just didn’t expect it to come from him. “Do you like my dad?” Shaun asked again, his eyes staring straight into Danse’s. Danse took a breath, and smiled at Shaun. He did love Sole. He shouldn’t be embarrassed by it. Sole wasn’t. “Yes...I like your dad. In fact, I...I love your dad.” Danse replied, a soft smile forming on his face. Shaun smiled and hugged Danse. “Good...cause he likes you to.”

Deacon: Deacon couldn’t help but look at Shaun like a son he never realized he wanted. Deacon never imagined himself in this type of situation. But here he was, with a son he loves and a man he’s in love with. “Excuse me, Deacon.” Shaun asked, staring into the reflection that the sunglasses made. “What’s up, Shaunster?” Shaun loved being called Shaunster by Deacon. “Do you like my dad?” Shaun asked. Deacon was taken aback. He never imagined anyone, especially Shaun, asking him a question like that. “What’s piqued your interest in that, huh?” Deacon asked back. Shaun took a while then answered. “I love my dad, and I love it when he’s happy, and he seems the happiest with you.” Shaun replied, Deacon went red. “Th-then yes...I like...as much as he likes me.” Deacon regained his composure and smiled at Shaun, rubbing his hair.

Preston: Preston was just cleaning and maintaining his laser musket when he heard the knock. “Come in.” He yelled, making sure to place his weapon on the ground. He rose up and saw Shaun enter. “There’s my favorite little minuteman. How’s it going buddy?” Preston asked Shaun and Shaun hugged Preston. “It’s going great, Mr. Garvey. But...well...can I ask you a question?” Shaun looked at Preston. “Sure...go right ahead.” Preston responded, giving a warm smile to Shaun. “Do you like my dad?” Shaun asked. Preston looked surprised. “Of course, Everyone likes your dad Shaun.” Preston replied, Shaun just shook his head. “I mean...do you like like him? Like love him?” Shaun asked again, Preston started to go a little red. He looked at Shaun, then he looked outside his window. He saw him. Sole. The general. Doing what the General does best. Sole noticed Preston and smiled and waved at him. Preston smiled, and nodded. “Yeah...I do like like him.”

Hancock: “Hancock!” Shaun yelled when he and Sole entered into Goodneighbor. “Shaun!” Hancock yelled back. He caught Shaun when Shaun jumped into his arms. Shaun hugged Hancock. Hancock couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll meet you guys inside, alright.” Sole said, as Hancock continued to smile at what his life has become. “Alright, Sunshine.” Hancock said, watching Sole walk into the Mayor’s house. “Hancock...can I ask you something? It’s a secret.” Shaun asked, as Hancock placed him down. “Alright...shoot. I can keep a secret.” Hancock winked. “Do you like my dad?” Shaun asked. Hancock was taken aback by the question. It’s not everyday you’re asked that. Hancock sighed and smiled. “Yes...I really like your dad. He’s amazing. Why? Is that something you don’t like?” Hancock asked, raising an eyebrow to Shaun. “Of course not. It makes me happy cause he likes you too.” Shaun responded, grabbing Hancock’s hand. Hancock smiled.

Nick: “Mr. Valentine. You and my dad are so cool!” Shaun said to Nick, as Nick and Sole were working on another case. Nick smiled. “Now, Shaun, don’t bother Mr. Valentine. We’re very busy right now.” Sole stated. Nick grabbed Shaun and placed him on his lap. “Nonsense. There’s always room for another eye. Now do you think you can help us with this?” Nick said, Sole smiling at Nick. It went quiet for a while, then Shaun looked at Nick. “Mr. Valentine, can I ask you something?” Nick smiled. “Sure kid, what’s up?” Nick looked at Shaun, as Shaun thought for a while. Sole now focusing his attention at Nick and Shaun. “Do you like my dad?” Nick raised his eyebrows, and Sole started to cough. “Shaun...don’t ask Nick those kinds of questions!” Sole started to blush. Nick smiled, “Hmm...that is a good question. I guess, I’d have to say...yes. Yes I do.” Nick grabbed Sole’s hand, and Sole couldn’t help but smile his goofy smile. He stayed red for the rest of the night. “I’m glad.” Shaun said, and he hugged Nick’s arm.

Maccready: Maccready had his nose in his comic, when he heard a noise. He already knew who it was. “Well...what’s that I hear? Maybe it’s a mole rat.” He heard soft chuckling. “Maybe it’s a bloatfly...what can it be?” Maccready started to look around, walking towards the noise. Acting as though he didn’t see Shaun waiting to pounce. “Maybe...it’s…” Maccready grabbed Shaun and started to tickle him. “A WILD SHAUN!” Shaun chuckled. Maccready let loose of Shaun and Shaun jumped in his arms. “Maccready! Whatcha doing?”Shaun asked, Maccready holding onto Shaun. “Just keeping an eye out. Where’s your dad?” Maccready asked, Shaun smiled “He went out...Maccready...can I ask you something?” Shaun asked, as he let go of Maccready. “Shoot kid.” Maccready replied, shooting his finger guns at Shaun. “Do you like my dad?” Shaun smiled at Maccready. Maccready’s eyes widened. “Whoa...that...a question I never expected, huh?” Maccready rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah...guess I do like your dad...a whole lot.” Shaun gave a grin full of missing teeth, just like Maccready had. “Good.” Shaun said, and he hugged Maccready. Maccready couldn’t help but hug him back. He couldn’t wait for Shaun to meet Duncan. 

X6-88: X6-88 noticed Shaun sneaking around. All he could do was smile. X6 was warming up to, not only Shaun, but to Sole as well. It’s been a couple of weeks now, and X6 was getting used to this new freedom. Luckily for X6,he had Sole to help him become a new person. “I would highly advise you sneaking up on me like that, Shaun...it could end up fatal for you.” X6 couldn’t help but smile, when he heard the soft groan. “Man, X6...you always know when I’m sneaking.” Shaun smiled and hugged X6. X6 kept his soft smile. “Do you need anything?” X6 asked Shaun. Shaun nodded. “Dad told me to tell you, that dinner is ready.” X6 smiled and rubbed Shaun’s hair. “Can I ask you something X6?” Shaun asked, X6 raising an eyebrow. “You may.” X6 responded. “Do you...like my dad?” Shaun asked, catching X6 off guard. He started to blush. “Well...umm...you see...the thing is…” X6 was at a lost for words. He didn’t know how he felt about Sole. “Yes…” X6 responded after a couple of second of thinking. X6 knew that Sole was something special to him. Shaun smiled and hugged X6 “I’m happy. He likes you too.” Shaun ran off. X6 took a second to compose himself, then he followed.

Gage: After so long from being in a raider gang, Gage never expected this type of lifestyle. He never expected to be so worthy of being in love with a great guy who has a wonderful kid. But here he was, messing with his gun in a quiet settlement. He could smell the dinner that Sole was cooking. He couldn’t help but smile. “Mr. Gage!” He heard Shaun yell. Gage got up with a smile. He was happy where he was. “Now what’s with all the yelling?” Gage asked as he got to where Shaun was sitting. Shaun smiled. “I’m trying to make this gun for my dad, but something’s not fitting.” Gage took a look at the gun and sat down next to Shaun. “Well let’s take a look shall we?” Gage started to fiddle with the gun that Shaun made. He was impressed. Shaun was great with making stuff. He knew he’d be someone great one day. “Mr. Gage...do you like my dad?” Shaun asked, Gage got a shocked expression. “Say that again?” Gage asked, placing the weapon back on the bench looking at Shaun. “Do you like my dad?” Shaun asked again, this time staring into Gage’s eyes. Gage gained a soft smile, “Yeah kid...you’re dad is a great guy.” Shaun smiled brightly. “Good, cause he likes you too.” Gage smiled and he put an arm around Shaun. “My two favorite guys, lunch is ready.” Sole said to Shaun and Gage, smiling at the sight.

[stygicniron]

atomancy asked:

❛❛ wait , did you just say you love me? ❜❜ Will

Ask Meme: Soft Content -- @atomancy

Nico stopped, his breath catching in his throat. It had been an off-handed comment. It hadn’t been an off-handed comment.

The words ‘I love you’ were heavy for Nico. For some people, it seemed like they could throw the phrase around as easily as ordering something from McDonalds or commenting about the weather. That wasn’t the case for Nico. It might have been once, but those days were long gone, and as much as he sometimes tried to show people he cared about them, actually saying the words ‘I love you’ hadn’t happened in, gods, years.

But they did just then. Studying Will’s face as his brow creased subtly, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon again, sun chariot pulled by Apollo, or whatever deity had the job for the day. Nico wasn’t sure what Will had been thinking about-- in fact, he was pretty sure he’d been ranting about one of the injuries sustained by a camper-- but the words ghosted out of his mouth anyway, landing with a solid, irreversible weight.

“Yeah, I did.”

[wordsbyjenpoetry]

There is nothing better than having someone by your side, to help carry the load with you. Whether that is just listening, sitting with, holding a hand or advising. To know you aren’t alone in how you feel, and that you are understood in your pain by another, is one of life’s biggest comforts.

[comedy-is-tragedy]

I was feeling good tonight.

So I did what anyone in that place would do.

I read some old words from a friend, long gone.

That’s just what I needed.

Now, I feel I am back in my rightful place.

This is where I belong.

In this dread.

In this deep place of loathing.

My old friend.