#melodystiel

[stardustcas]

Dean and I do share a more profound bond.

[rebecccasutters]

congratulations to my october botm whispersinpurgatory

her theme and posts are amazingly perfect and her graphics make me want to curl up in a hole and die. and then on top of all this she is a really nice person who does amazing cosplay and well done for being perfect 

the runners up are 

+abaddontenebrae 

i cant believe i wasnt following her bc everything is perfect. i love the theme so much and the posts and she is really nice and then her edits. they are probably the best edits ive seen on tumblr and one day i hope to make edits as well as she does 

+ohitscastiel

i am currently in a relationship with her sidebar and her theme and her posts and her face and how nice she is and her everything *showers her in flower petals* ilu

[protectbarry-blog]

"Fragment" a companion Dean poem to this dedicated to Paula

I was born dead,

a gun resting in tiny palms,

smooth and black.

And I do not see a face in the mirror,

I am fire,

where I burn,

there is ash

and a body count.

I slaughter

like the make-believe reality I kill.

The clawed pits of empty eyes

bleed whispers like silvery smoke

I could not save you after all,

I want to tell them,

but I lost my voice in the put of my stomach

and the words catch in my collarbone.

  I reek of death,

The smell of me

hangs in the air like carbon monoxide.

I do not meet people,

Hello, it’s nice to meet you, I’m—

Because introducing myself is the same as

putting a bullet in their skull.

And I carry poison in my blood

Teeth like white fingernails—

I will be your undoing.

I will peel the skin from you bones

As I peel the heart from my ribcage.

  And I feel myself shatter as the mirror does under my fist

And the glittering shards fly into

my blind sailboat eyes

Slicing into my wallpaper skin

And I am seven long years of bad luck.

So yes,

I am the fire that seared my mother’s wildflower skin—

And oh God

I can still smell that dripping flesh—

It simmers in my chest,

wrapping around two ash-filled longs.

And I wonder if we will all burn.

It is the blood that sings in my ears,

the shattered-glass blaze that hammers into my heart.

I feel it smolder when I curl my fingers—

There is no sugarcoating

a professional killer.

[protectbarry-blog]

spn meme➟ six relationships [3/6]- sam and dean

"You're my brother and I would die for you."

[nosignofwings]

melodystiel replied to your post “Hey friends!! Hope all’s well! You might have noticed, that the...”

it's really pretty! what a good

oh wow oh wow whattt thank you so much darling!!! Wow this means so very much especially from you me dear oh my goodness thank you!!! :)

[protectbarry-blog]

See, I've come to burn your kingdom down.

[protectbarry-blog]

Yes I support this

queenbradburie replied to your post: can angelbuttsex be my ur...

yes you should do it

ITS TAKEN NOOOOOO

[astrasperas]

melodystiel replied to your post: Let there be Sam/Ezekiel ...

YESSSS Ezekiel claiming Sam as his human ughhhh i just want Sam to experience the wonders of angel-human relationships ;u;

PAULA PLEASE

I AM CRYING

ALL THE YEARS SAM HAD THOUGHT HIMSELF AS NOTHING BUT TAINTED AND BROKEN AND UNWORTHY AND THE LEAST OF EVERYBODY

AND ALL THE YEARS ONE ANGEL HAD WANTED NOTHING BUT TO TELL HIM NO--YOU ARE GOOD--YOU ARE SELFLESS--YOU ARE /GOOD/--BUT IS FORCED INTO SILENCE BY A WAR THAT BROUGHT NOTHING AND RESPONSIBILITIES LADEN ONTO HIM BY FACELESS SUPERIORS

AND THEN THEY FALL

AND HE FALLS 

A SILENCED, DIGNIFIED WARRIOR FALLS

BUT HE SMILES A LITTLE AS HE PICKS HIMSELF UP, LITTLE BY LITTLE

BECAUSE HE CAN FEEL THE WORDS HE HAD LONG WANTED TO SAY SETTLING IN THE ENTIRETY OF HIS CHEST

AND FINALLY--

FINALLY,

HE CAN SPEAK.