#mcthermary

[halysi-blog]

･ﾟ☆✧    RANDOM SC.     ⋙     @mcthermary

❝      𝙰𝙱𝚂𝙾𝙻𝚄𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈    𝙽𝙾𝚃    !!       i    refuse    to    apologize    to    castiel    or    his    pets      ,      they    deserved     to    suffer    through    that    acursed    movie.      ❞

[prophis]

𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘙 𝘔𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 ; 𝘔𝘠 𝘓𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 ━━━ ❝ @mcthermary

              ‘     so ,   am  I  getting  the  silent  treatment  or  yelled  at  ??     ’              back  remains  facing  their  beloved  wife.    they  didn’t  have  to  turn  to  know  she  was  there.   her  presence  was  a  feeling  they  could  never  forget.   it  came  as  no  surprise  she  was  there ,   it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  she  tracked  them  down.   whiskey  was  poured  into  a  glass  as  head  turned.             ‘     drink  ??     ’ 

[lipsewn]

𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘒𝘌𝘕 𝘚𝘖𝘕 ━━ ❝ @mcthermary

                𝙋 𝘼 𝙄 𝙉  𝙃𝘼𝘿  𝘽𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀  𝙃𝙄𝙎  𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙏  𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿.       from  the  mangled  limbs  on  his  back  to  the  dark  thread  that  looped  through  upper  &&  lower  lips.   screaming  only  made  things  worse.   it  wasn’t  the  reason  behind  the  method  of  silence.   his  words  doubled  as  his  weapon.       MESSENGER  OF  GOD  !!   GOD  IS  MY  STRENGTH  !!     what  good  was  a  messenger  who  could  not  speak  ??    what  good  was  an  angel  who  lost  his  strength  ??   hope  had  been  lost.       either  no  one  knew  he  was  alive ,     or  no  one  cared.    the  former  was  easier  to  believe ,   but  the  latter  was  what  TORE  through  his  mind.   kept  him  awake  &&  caused  more  pain  than  the  demon  ever  could.

head  hung  as  he  sat  on  the  floor  of  his  cell.   brunet  locks  &&  loose  white  shirt  stained  with  blood  &&  dirt ,  honey  eyes  empty.   no  more  was  the  playful  spark  or  joy.   that  had  died  many  months  ago.

[cageheld]

☆ﾟˑ*･ ━ @mcthermary​

BROKEN  &&  BENT  !!   soul  lay  twisted  with  torment  ‘neath  paler  than  usual  flesh.   horrid  memories  seared  into  his  mind ,   ones  that  would  make  a  grown  man  weep.   still  a  boy.   cursed  with  hunters  blood  &&  death.   yet  a  boy  no  less.   devoured  alive  by  ghouls ,   only  to  find  himself  chained  to  a  comet  not  one  year  later.   he  had  thought  that  holy  flames  licking  &&  flaying  his  skin  would  be  the  worst  pain ,   how  wrong  was  he.   

the  devils  PLAY  THING  once  sam  had  left.   the  viceroy  paid  him  no  heed ,   choosing  instead  to  focus  his  attention  on  the  fallen.   how  many  times  had  he  been  PULLED  APART  &&  FORCED  BACK  TOGETHER  ??   bones  snapping  under  vice  grip ,   skin  tearing  under  jagged  rock.   

                             adam  had  stopped  praying.

god  clearly  didn’t  give  a  rats  ass  about  him.   hope  had  long  since  perished  in  bright  eyes.   even  when  grass  was  felt  under  his  hands  instead  of  stone.   broken  mind  wouldn’t  allow  him  to  think  it  anything  other  than  a  CRUEL  TRICK  !!   head  remained  ducked ,   eyes  closed  tight ,   waiting  for  the  pain  that  never  came. 

[realitv]

@mvrderofgods replied to your post: mcthermary replied to your post: ...

but we aren’t denying sleeping together ;)

........please keep ur voice down

[stiltskn]

*// @mcthermary

           ‘     I  might  just  start  taking  bets  on  this  CHILDISH  DEBACLE.   personally ,   my  money’s  on  the  newer  models.     ’

[sanctamater]

                                         && @mcthermary ;;

  PAINED, STIFF: HER LIMBS HAD FROZEN in place and her joints screamed for relief from the marble floor that bit into flesh like a dull KNIFE. Pious, stubborn; she refused; kept her pretty head bowed and covered, her eyes shut tight in concentration, dry lips mouthing words she knew by heart. Mary, Mother of all that is good. Mary, Mother of Christ. A child, please. I need a child. Over, and over again: it had become a MANTRA to a silent, UNYIELDING God. Fingers tightened around rosary beads: images faded from generations of her grandmothers hands clutching and praying to the same God from New York; ivory dug in until it hurt. Zachary Hale Comstock’s Gods did not care: men never did when it came to the realm of women, men cared for nothing but WAR. Yet no matter how much she prayed in secret, nothing felt real. Nothing seemed to fix it. No child had come, no sign, no hint; it had been months.    She had told herself that she and the Prophet were young, able. Months had turned hope to desperation. What would happen if she could not give him an heir? What of God and His vision? What of the FUTURE? She’d brought filth and ROT into the House of God; tainted the Prophet’s holy work with her presence that she’d never be able to BLEACH off. Vision blurred; stung with salt and brine that she’d kept in for years. “What is wrong with me? Have I not done better? Have I not BEGGED for forgiveness?” Came the gasp; her brow meeting the cool tile below. It did little to calm nerves. “--Please, please.” 

[realitv]

&& @mcthermary ( from here )

  IN YOUR EASTER bonnet, with all the FRILLS UPON IT: Miss Garland was indeed the GREATEST LADY in the congregation of PASTELS and holy creatures; the star of the show, the ever PLIABLE face of MGM! Red lips stretched into an artificial grin: wide and big and PAINFUL; a terrible red. Little Miss Mary ( Mary, QUITE CONTRARY ! ): hailed at mass and most during Christmas: she’d had a hand in shaping both of her holidays; regarded this ARCHAIC New God with a sort of PRIDE. “Mother Mary: you don’t have a babe in your lap; or perhaps you’ve let the Holy Spirit watch Him this Easter morn’. How swell it is to finally be introduced.” Gloved hand fluttered; her arm twining with the Holy Mother’s in a grand show of camaraderie.   “Why, can’t a girl simply want to talk? Oh, you ruin my fun.”