i wanna go haze people now


i’m tired. i’m so tired. not from a lack of sleep, but from a sheer amount of disbelief. from seeing this watercolor world we live in slowly turning a light shade of tin. smiles fading to frowns, ups turning to downs. some of us have lost our spark, lost our drive, lost our heart. and frankly, i’m tired of it. i’m exhausted by the sight of lives lacking a certain light, when each and every one of us deserve that right. now do me a favor, and lend me your ears. keep your eyes peeled, place them here. poetry and fancy word play on hold, here’s a meaningful story i’ve never told:
you see, a couple of weeks ago, a day like any other, i was heading to meet up with some friends for lunch. and for some reason i truly couldn’t be bothered with tackling the mess that is los angeles parking. so, i called myself a taxi. you see, i’m the type of person who likes to make conversation with pretty much anyone and everyone, whether it’s an old lady at a bus stop, or a barista at a coffee shop. people are people, and they all have something to say. after a few introduction sentences, me and this thirty-something year-old gentleman realised we’re both creative types, originally from the mid-west, out here in los angeles, pursuing our many artsy endeavours. we continued conversing but quickly things got a little bit deeper. he asked me, “was your family okay with you moving out to a bigger city and chasing such an alternative career type?” “definitely”, i said, “they’re just happy i’m happy and doing something i love everyday.” he continued by saying, “good. that’s really good you’re doing something you’re passionate about. a lot of people nowadays can’t seem to say that.” he hesitated slightly but then continued, “you know, my dad and brother worked night and day for practically their entire lives receiving little pay for doing something they didn’t enjoy at all. they both always talked about how, ‘it’ll be worth it one day. we can spend our hard-earned money later on. we will live a good life, eventually.’ but you know what? neither of them got that. my dad died unexpectedly four years ago, and my brother just last year. they’ll never get to live the life they always wanted to, so it’s honestly very nice to see people following their heart and living their life now, rather than later.” and at that point, he dropped me off. after only a ten minute car ride, i left with a new perspective in my mind. life waits for no one. if yours isn’t going the way you want it to; if you aren’t pursuing what you want to pursue; if you wake up with immediate dread; constantly saddened by the hours ahead; moving through the days feeling lost, hurt, in a haze; holding back what you wanna say; waiting to be yourself another day; all your dreams and desires put on hold; to be fulfilled, maybe when you’re old; you aren’t doing it right; you aren’t living your life; eventually is not okay; why tomorrow when there is today? i finally feel like I’m finding my way, and not just living day by day. i’m doing what i love, i’m going where i wanna go, i’m being who i want to be. i’m happy. and you know what? i think everyone deserves to feel the same way.
(thanks so much for listening, and i’ll see you guys next monday.)

- connorfranta

As much as I hate the retcon about rogue reapers being an easy way into purgatory, this ficlet probably needs it to really work, so let’s kind of ignore that detail and enjoy the rest :P

The wonderful libbyroseitm drew fanart for this and you should all go check it out because it’s amazing :)

The burning pulse of the mark runs through the veins of his arm, his shoulder, his chest, his heart, his mind, his whole body. It looms over him, it seeps into his deepest core, it surrounds him, it threatens to take over. It has been like this for a while now, maybe days, maybe a few weeks, he hasn’t really been counting; too busy trying not to blow his brother’s head off, trying not to bash that lady’s skull into the yoghurt shelf at the supermarket, trying not to slash Castiel’s gut open, trying not to run over that group of teens crossing the road.

But now he finally finds his outlet, in this land of doomed souls, his killing almost feels like a favour. Just cleaning the filth away. He wishes the blade on his hand were a different one, to feel the smooth leather on the hilt and the thrill up his arm when bone meets bone and blood runs free. Instead he relishes on the familiar weight of the bone against his hand, the satisfying cracks and wet noises when the rock blade breaks the bodyless bodies of the damned souls open.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he left the bunker and its other two occupants in the middle of the night, found his way here, and started leaving his bloody trail through these woods, but the monsters that come die at his hands are more scarce now. Maybe there’s not enough humanity left in him to shine like a beacon calling to them, or maybe word of his bloodlust and ruthlessness has spread, and there aren’t that many monsters left stupid enough to run towards him instead of away from him.

There are at least three more of them. He’s just freeing the blade from the first one’s neck and turning to face the others when one of them falls dead to the ground at the hands of the last one.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again, brother. Not here.”

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Alright guys! Now that my mother is gone from her extended visit and I’ve FINALLY gotten some sleep, let’s sit down and talk about some things.

Because yes, I’m back. But also, in order to be back, I had to have left. And if I left, I had to have had problems. So even if none of you guys are wondering it, I feel an elephant in the room right now, and it’s saying, “Hey you, I thought you didn’t like this place? So why are you back?”

Well, I’ll tell you why I’m not back! I’m not here for the tarot community. I know that’s probably shocking to some people, but then, I heard through the grapevine that a lot of y’all think I left tumblr because of the tarot community (which isn’t true?), so it SHOULDN’T be shocking. 

I’m also not here for the witchcraft community (which was why I actually left tumblr, if anyone is curious? I made a post about it! Like back in February! I didn’t realize this was a mystery).

I’m here to talk about the things I like. I’m here to hang out with my friends. I’m here to possibly make new friends, although let me be honest: you’re getting a less trusting hellboundwitch back. A less open one, maybe. But if I have something I want to share, I’ll share it. If I see an interesting conversation on my dashboard, I’m going to jump into it. 

There are a lot of really cool people around here, and now that I’m…mostly…out of the haze of betrayal and heartbreak I was in when I left, I wanna hang out with them. And they want to hang out with me! It’s so weird :’)))

So I’m gonna go on about my own business, I’m gonna do me, et cetera. If you like the sound of that, then great! And if you’re not into that, then cool. Because mostly, I’m here for me.