Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado encourages you to follow your wild spirit and see what’s over the horizon. In any season, the views are epic and the experiences are unforgettable. Stopping to take a picture of one of the most beautiful sunsets he’d ever seen, photographer Brandon Sharpe noticed “an elk doing his thing” and snapped this incredible image. Photo courtesy of Brandon Sharpe.
People have taken pictures of him before. It started when he was a hilariously ugly baby with two beautiful and talented parents and it didn’t stop until Samwell. (“Hi Jack Zimmermann, You’ve been selected for the Samwell Swallow’s 50 Most Beautiful. When would be a convenient time for us to photograph you? You may bring any props you wish.” Upon showing the email to Shitty: “Shitty, NO.” “But Jack…” “SHITTY NO.”)
He’s taken pictures of himself. The hardest assignment to fulfill for photography class was the self-portrait. Jack ended up photographing his reflection on the Plexiglass above the boards. He looked like a ghost.
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
Request: I am
absolutely in love with anything having to do with the reader’s ability to see
Gabe’s wings (aka soulmate fics!) Would you maybe consider doing a
Winchester!reader fic like that?
A/N: I’ve read a lot
of these, so I decided to take a different approach. There will be a part two!
Gabriel, Castiel, Sam, Dean
Word Count: 2,371
Y/N = Your Name
Part One: Preen
Your twin brother Adam grew up with
you in Michigan, and you only saw your father once a year – twice, if you were
incredibly lucky. As you grew up, you stayed close out of concern for the
increasingly-erratic behavior of your mother. You made plans to meet up again
and take time off to stay with her.
You never saw either of them again,
because by the time you had returned to your hometown, your mother and brother
had both been eaten alive by ghouls. Sam and Dean pulled you out of the
infested house in the nick of time, and since then, you traveled with them.
Your hunting, however, left some to be desired – you hadn’t had your entire
life to practice.
The desire to keep you alive was
what made them relax their anti-archangel rules in a special exception for
Gabriel. The archangel would ride with you on long trips in the Impala on
occasion, and he would pop in for at least a quick minute once you’d found a
hotel. You’d text and he’d send you photographs of the most beautiful places in
the world that you wished you had the money and the safety to go see.