#u kno.

[kazelnoot]

Can an ant's mama really love it? Truly?

[terezis]

John can see the body AU? 👀👀

hue hue hue hue (me laughing) i didn't really get very far with it but i had a lot of ideas. i think the main conceit of the fic would be john figuring out what alecto is doing there with harrowhark, and then trying to exorcise her from harrow without harrow knowing, which is difficult for obvious reasons; least of all that that's not even the only ghost possessing her LOL.

(wake! gideon! what if they could take control of harrow's body while harrow was asleep/ in the dream bubble? makes u think)

anyways. it's about being haunted both by a very literal ghost (or two... or three) and also by his own guilt and paranoia (what does harrow know? what has a.l. told her? what has harrow said to others??? bad enough that cytherea betrayed him, now he really doesn't know who he can trust. but it's not as though he can just kill them all and start fresh with number seven just around the corner.)

anyways x2 this is what i got

They kneel in front of a pew in a dimly lit chapel. John clutches a string of well-worn knucklebones like a rosary. Annabel sits silently at his side, her grey hands folded neatly in her lap. He glances at her out of the corner of his eye—studies the curl of her wet lashes, the carved line of her jaw.

In the dream, the desire to memorize her face is very strong. He's glad to sit beside her. He wants to burn the afterimage of her profile into his eyelids.

They pray. Well, John does; Annabel turns to him and watches. John shuts his eyes against her gaze, lets his lips round out the words soundlessly: "I pray the tomb is shut forever. I pray the rock is never rolled away…"

He imagines their shoulders brushing together as though in girlish solidarity. In the dream, Annabel's voice sounds young, no more than ten years old; and she says, "Is this how it happens?"

-

It's a great relief when Harrowhark regains most of her sanity. John was beginning to think he'd have to put her down, which would have sucked for a great number of reasons—least of all that Mercymorn would get to say "I told you so."

Mercymorn had told him to put a minimum age requirement in the letters, but it's not his youngest Lyctor's pubescence that's the problem. It's a problem, he'll admit, but not the number one pressing issue. No, that superlative goes to…

John glances up from his tablet and and locks eyes with a ghost.

This is a less thrilling time. The Emperor Undying has had ten thousand years to cultivate a very good poker face, so he doesn't flinch—but it's a damn near thing. Annabel returns his gaze placidly, calm like she rarely ever was in life. She stands beside Harrowhark like a sentinel. Frost shimmers finely across her cheek.

John looks away first.

[itsthesinbin]

do i just write shit about the vees having a joint sugar baby

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

these tumblr brackets fulfill the same basic function as watching sports games. all gathering around your chosen little guy and whooping and cheering for them to win the fight

[skypiea]

[haitaini]

ah its one of these days where u wanna get railed by all of bonten …. I See.

[doublewings]

Be honest. If I went back in time over and over again in desperate hopes of saving you from dying a horrible death because I’m in love with you, would you hold me while we float in a void beyond space and time as I sob and you become god?

[deanlez]

what albums do sam and dean listen to, wordlessly, lying on their backs against the seats of the impala? albums that john winchester had never heard of, that belonged only to the two of them