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@thedevoutvessel
-Claire smiles and climbs under the covers- Thanks, dad. This is I know this is kind of weird for you, with me being twenty and everything.
-Jimmy pulls the comforter and sheets back into place, tucking them around the two of them, and he shushes her quietly- It's fine, Bub.
I uh, I’m still me, y’know. I’m older, yeah, but… I’m still your bub, dad.
That's right. You are. Go ahead, baby. Come here.
this-holy-war replied to your post: Hey, daddy?
…Can I sleep in your bed tonight?
…if that’s what you want, sweetheart.
Sorry, I mean, I know I’m too old for it but… still.
No, no. It's okay. I get it. Really I do. I just wasn't expecting that.
this-holy-war replied to your post: Hey, daddy?
…Can I sleep in your bed tonight?
...if that's what you want, sweetheart.
Hey, daddy?
Hey, baby. What is it?
Have you seen this man?
The song came on the radio unexpectedly, rousing him from the near sleep he'd fallen into in the stiff armchair. Chills prickled his skin, the tune calling back a cold winter night back years ago when Claire was just a small thing. Amelia had laughed softly, pointing out their little girl dozing on one of the old pews in the rec room. Claire looked like an angel, those golden ringlets framing her face and her father's coat wrapped around her tiny body like a blanket. It brought a grin to Jimmy's face, and he wrapped an arm around his wife, pulling her close. "You remember this song?" he asked softly, interlacing his fingers with hers. Amelia gave him a blank look at first. She hadn't been paying attention at all to the music playing. But her face lit up almost immediately. "Jimmy." His name was a teasing scold on her tongue, and he leaned in to claim those lips briefly. She shifted in closer, a hand going to the back of his neck. A gentle sway, in sync as two people could be. He breathed in the sweet smell of her perfume, nuzzled against her hair, whispering the words softly in her ear, meaning every one that tripped off his lips. "Jimmy," she murmured this time, a reverent oath, and he'd pressed his lips just below her jaw, his fingers tightening their hold. The ghost feeling of her warmth was gone when he looked down at this hands now, closed in by four nicotine stained walls of this second rate hotel room. He'd had everything, and he'd fucked it all away in believing he had a higher purpose. I'm sorry, Ames.
Part of me wants to start going to Liturgy again.
Hey, the more people who know, the better. If you’re burning alive, it’s not really something you should keep to yourself.
I haven’t been to church in almost five years. No communion, no Vespers… hell, I haven’t even celebrated Pascha. I… I was thinking maybe… I don’t know. I just miss it, and… maybe it’d do us both good.
Point taken, Claire.
Maybe I can stomach it if you're with me. It's just--no place feels safe. Anymore. It's a holy place. What if--it's--I'm sorry, baby. You probably think your old man is a chicken. But I'm not sure if I can do it.
why is it then so hard for you to believe that they’re talking to me? he said that i’m special. it’s in my blood. he just said that god has chosen me for a higher purpose. this is a blessing. this is the most important thing that ever happened to me.
promise my family will be okay and I’ll do it
Knowing that much was a comfort in itself. Although, if he could fight the angel taking him back as a vessel, he’d do it—-tooth and nail. Hadn’t he given enough for their cause? Hadn’t his family? ”I’m just fine. Thanks. You can go back to whatever cloud you hopped down from,” he replied, unable to help the harsh edge his words took.
“Have some respect, Jimmy Novak,” Anna warned. “There are those in the Host that would have your head and at the moment, I’m all that stands between you and them. Give me a reason and I’ll toss you to them myself.” Her countenance softened after a moment. “I see now where you daughter gets her fire. It’s to be admired rather than condemned. But should you meet any of my brothers, you’ll want to learn to hold your tongue.”
Jimmy fell back a step at that lingering threat as if that would keep him out of her clutches, but really he hadn't come to expect any less from their kind. What did it matter to them what he had to sacrifice? Just as long as they got what they wanted.
"Thanks," he muttered at that tidbit of advice, expression obviously wary. "If it's all the same, I rather not meet anymore of Castiel's extended family." The lower he could lay the better.
Part of me wants to start going to Liturgy again.
And scream. Don’t forget the screaming.
And… I don’t know. I get like this sometimes. Especially on Sundays. I just… miss it sometimes, I guess.
If you want the whole neighborhood to know, sure. Screaming.
Old habits die hard. I've...tried to go back to church. Any church. But I can't make myself pass through the doorway.
Part of me wants to start going to Liturgy again.
The other part of me is pretty sure I’ll burst into flames if I do.
Well…
I’ll bring a bucket.
Gee, thanks, dad.
Anytime, bub. Just remember to stop, drop, and roll.
What brings on the sudden urge to go to Liturgy again? Or is better I don't ask?
Part of me wants to start going to Liturgy again.
The other part of me is pretty sure I’ll burst into flames if I do.
Well...
I'll bring a bucket.
is this deliverance?