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By its light will the nations walk, and the kings of the earth will bring their glory into it. Revelation 21:24.
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ooc: If some of you didn't already know, there's a reason we've all been MIA for the past week or so. (The fact Nicole was let into the country for one). Currently we're slumming it in a 4 star hotel in Birmingham, ready for Asylum 10 WHICH IS GOING TO BE FREAKING AWESOME OH MY GOD.
If you don't hear from us this weekend, don't panic, we're just chilling with Misha and co. SEE YOU ON THE FLIP SIDE.
Quiet Little Voices | Sam & Lucifer
Sam sat in the shadows of one of the quidditch bleachers, staring unseeingly at the pitch before him; one hand absentmindedly running light fingers over his left side, which he knew was still slightly discoloured from the impact with the bludger in their latest game. He knew he should have got it seen to after the match, but the thought of bumping into someone, or multiple someone’s he’d injured had made him feel sick. It was only the second game he’d played for Ravenclaw, and yet both times he’d managed to inadvertently send another player to the Hospital Wing.
It was enough to make him want to give up his position when the quidditch season started up again.
Sighing, he ran his free hand through his hair and leant forward slightly on the bench he was sitting on. Sam knew he probably should head back to the castle - he’d been here nearly a good hour, and dinner would be served soon - but he wasn’t quite ready to yet. Instead he carried on gazing at the same spot on the quidditch pitch, trying not to think about the last quidditch game but unable to stop himself.
“Good game, wasn’t it?” Lucifer sat himself down next to the Ravenclaw. He hadn’t intended to come across the younger Winchester on his little walk around the grounds, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Little Sammy Winchester, all alone and thinking.
“You played really well-” Lucifer over exaggerated his wince as he lowered himself onto the seat. “A bit too well, actually. I’ve got bruises the size of small nations.”
Startled out of his thoughts, Sam looked up to see who had spoken, and couldn't help a small flash of guilt from passing over his face when he saw who it was. As Lucifer sat down next to him, that guilt grew as he listened to the other boy's words, and observed his jerky movements.
"I'm uh, really sorry about that," he replied sheepishly, rubbing a hand against the side of his neck, "I don't know my own strength sometimes." Looking up from where he had been picking at his Quidditch jumper, Sam glanced at Lucifer, "Congratulations on winning the match, by the way. Wasn't it your first game as captain?"
ooc: Just a quick note to say I haven’t vanished - I’ve left uni work until the last minute (again), so I’m hurrying to finish that before Thursday. Once Thursday night hits I’ll be a free elf, so all the time for RP.
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Things Left Unsaid | ~*~*SABRIEL*~*~
Sam took the stairs two at a time, trying to ignore the violent knotting in his stomach and the shaking of his hands. How could he have been so stupid? He hadn't listened to the little voice in his head; the little voice that said that maybe, just maybe this was something different. Instead he'd ignored it, allowed the nickname of Sammy to pass without any fuss, allowed the elder boy to worm his way into the space he only reserved for his closest friends - his family.
It was hard to imagine life without the Hufflepuff constantly cracking jokes, making him smile in a way few other people did. But it was only now that he realised just how hard imagining that life really was.
Taking a deep breath as he neared the entrance to the Hufflepuff section of the castle, Sam forced a smile to one of the students exiting the entranceway, before climbing in quickly before it closed. As he entered the common room he had to fight the urge to turn around and run, and he stood still for a moment, drawing a few pairs of curious eyes his way.
Mouth suddenly very dry, words that sounded extremely like 'what the hell am I doing here?!' echoed around his head, before he reminded himself of the conversation he had had with Dean and realised just why he was here. He had to see Gabriel. He had to see whether what he was feeling was real or not, or else risk ruining their friendship with 'what-ifs' and second guessing. Gathering up his courage, Sam moved off towards the boys dormitory stairs, climbing up to the fifth level where he figured Gabriel would most likely be.
Knocking lightly on the door, he waited for a response from anyone, before raising his voice slightly and calling out, "Gabriel?"
Tony? That’s Ash’s old roommate, isn’t it?
And different how? Dean-
I guess… I guess you’re right. Yeah, I- I’ll do that.
Different because he knows I’m taken. And knows I could probably kick his ass if he came onto me. Not that it wouldn’t be hot- imean—-
Course, he’d never get that far cause I try not to give out the wrong signals these days. I can’t even wink anymore, I swear. And yeah, do. Hufflepuff dormitory. G’luck little brother.
Whatever you say. I still think winking is programmed into your body's natural code.
And erm- thanks Dean... I'll uh, tell him you said hi.
Maybe because everytime I tell him to stop, he carries on anyway?
And I dunno Dean… He’s- he’s a friend. Friends use nicknames all the time… right?
Tony calls me Deanie Weenie all the time but that’s different. You might wanna go tell him to stop a few more times, huh, Sammy? How about right now?
Tony? That's Ash's old roommate, isn't it? And different how? Dean-
I guess... I guess you're right. Yeah, I- I'll do that.
For the last time Dean, there is nothing going on between me and Gabriel - especially not… that! Now will you drop it?!
You keep tellin’ yourself that but he’s the only other guy you let call you Sammy. Speaks for itself.
Maybe because everytime I tell him to stop, he carries on anyway? And I dunno Dean... He's- he's a friend. Friends use nicknames all the time... right?
Dean, please… We are not having this conversation right now. Especially not about Gabriel.
Why not? Gabriel’s a good a guy as any to talk about bein’ butt-naked. A little short but he’s probably in proportion…
You would know…
For the last time Dean, there is nothing going on between me and Gabriel - especially not... that! Now will you drop it?!
… I’m gunna pretend I didn’t see that. Please, please, don’t ever do that again.
What’s the matter, princess, thoughts of the D makin’ you blush?
Dean, please... We are not having this conversation right now. Especially not about Gabriel.
Nothing happened… What exactly are you suggesting?
I think you know, Sammy.
... I'm gunna pretend I didn't see that. Please, please, don't ever do that again.
Don’t be stupid, Dean.
Is that a ‘yes’?
Nothing happened... What exactly are you suggesting?
Oh, I’ll be sure to… Jerk.
Oh. Did Gabe decide to plait your hair in the end?
Don't be stupid, Dean.
I’ll remember that the next time something happens to you I find funny.
You do that. Bitch.
Oh, I'll be sure to... Jerk.