#tpsr

[theforestersdaughter]

Sometimes spontaneity makes for the best moments. Jumped in the car on Friday evening with my son and now we're headed back to SLC for some turkey! #sunny #lajolla #ca #california #TPSR #torreypines #byefornow (at Torrey Pines State Beach)

[theforestersdaughter]

A rare view of the coastline to the north. It's a clear, sunny, warm day in paradise. #TPSR #beach #pacific #ocean #sunny #lajolla #ca #california (at Torrey Pines State Park)

[angelwalking]

oh my god becCA

[tobrokenstone]

I FINISHED THE PRINCE SHALL RISE AND I LOVE YOU BUT ALSO WHY OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO PERFECT JUST OH MY GOD REBECCAAAA

ahhh i'm glad you enjoyed it, darling <3

[tobrokenstone]

for fun, i thought i'd share the playlist i used to write to while working on tpsr

fire -- hans zimmer | justin at mr. chin’s (justin’s theme) -- jeff beal | storm’s coming -- jeff beal | all the landslides birds have seen -- kaki king  | at the beach -- david wingo |  in the house – in a heartbeat --  john murphy   |  justin calls iris -- jeff beal   |  immortality -- city of the fallen   |  the four of us are dying -- nine inch nails  |  something to fight for -- joseph trapanese   |  there are some remedies worse than the disease -- this will destroy you   |  we’re not here -- mogwai

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[tobrokenstone]

Dean can tell how much it's shattered his brother, how different Sam is now. He'd have to be blind to not see it; this is Sam, this is the kid he raised and even with the time apart Dean still knew all of his expressions. Now there are unfamiliar expressions creeping onto Sam's face, new flashes of pain and hurt and betrayal. There's a new darkness there, too, and that scares Dean the most.

  But it's not always bad. There are good times, too; lots of good times, when they're driving down the highway to the next hunt, when they're laughing and shoving each other jokingly after a job well done. Dean relishes those times, the times when he knows with certainty that he did the right thing, selling his soul for Sam and the thought of being dead in less than three years isn't all that bad.

  There's one moment that stands out to Dean, years later. They're heading back to the Impala after a hunt, bloody but on their feet. There's blood in Sam's mouth from a punch to the jaw. Dean doesn't remember what they were talking about, but in response to something Dean said, Sam turns to him and says, “Thou shalt be strong,” grinning with teeth covered in crimson. He has no idea why, but his blood runs cold at that.

tpsr teaser #2

[tobrokenstone]

"the prince shall rise" has a posting date

and it's this wednesday! 

for those of you who haven't seen carnivàle, "the prince shall rise" is a supernatural/carnivàle crossover, but i really don't think knowing carnivàle will be critical if you want to read it. i'll be posting a brief carnivàle mythology intro along with the fic itself. in essence, this is a boy king!sam au. 

[tobrokenstone]

so uhh apparently philosophy class continues to make me feel like writing? have a little tpsr!verse stigmata ficlet, i guess.

It starts as an itching in the palms of their hands. They scratch idly at it sometimes, between meetings and planning and killing. When their nails dig deep enough to draw blood, Ruby kisses the blood from their hands and bandages them. Sam thinks it feels almost like a burn, once the itching begins to rise in blisters; Lucifer is reminded of the burning cold of his cage.

The blisters turn dark, black-blue and hard, and Sam flexes their hands and stares at them, thinking about the time he and Dean rescued the victim of a wendigo in the middle of winter, how her bare feet had been dark with frostbite. Lucifer had said he burned cold. Sam understands that now.

Over time, the flesh of their palms begins to die, begins to fall away from their hands. Lucifer prods and digs at the wounds left behind, clearing the frostbitten tissue, and soon the sluggishly bleeding holes go clear through their hands.

Sam tries bandaging the wounds, but they don't heal. They wear gloves when they go out, and later peel them off, the leather full of blood, thick and blue. Ruby kisses their hands when they lay together, the three of them in two bodies in one bed. Lucifer draws his sigil on her forehead in blood, once, dipping his fingers into the blood on their hand and tracing them over her skin.

Lucifer looks down at their hands sometimes and laughs.