“I think as musicians, and for Matt as a songwriter, you need to feel like you’re doing something new. […] For each album we’ve made, we’ve achieved something different. Of course, we do care what the fans think. We want the fans to love what we do… at the same time we have to make music we feel is challenging to ourselves.” — Chris Wolstenholme (x)
Lucifer is bored, aimless, and angry, and Sam knows only too well what those things lead to.
Too long in the Cage, and he remembers every mark Lucifer’s aimless rage carved into his body. A Lucifer without purpose is the most chilling of all.
Outside, he crosses his arms, as much to keep the shakes in as to keep the sudden, marrow-deep cold out. Frosty blue and scarlet lights flicker over everything from the tops of police cars and ambulances, too much like the lightning-flash illumination in the Cage.
(Why, he remembers trying to ask, a voiceless gurgle in his ruined throat, blood-froth slipping over his lips. And Lucifer, fingers lit blue-black with tacky blood as he lifted a coil of intestine and smiled gently, appraising it, simply responded: Because I can.)
Because I want to.
Lucifer, whatever he may have felt for his God and maker, feels nothing but hatred for the lesser beings his father wrought. Sam imagines the same gentle smile on Lucifer’s face as it hits him:
This world has become Lucifer’s prison and his playground—his new Cage, larger but less equipped to contain him.
He keeps himself under wraps until Dean turns the music back on.
“Sorry about earlier,” Dean is saying, sheepish. “Shouldn’t speak ill of the dead. I’ll concede that he sorta rocked. A bit. Occasionally. So…” The words come out of him like he has to drag them from his throat. “We can listen… if you want.”
“It’s okay,” Sam says, shaking his head, and the voice of the singer he worshiped when he was little only calls to mind the man’s dried-out husk of a corpse and Lucifer’s playful destruction. “You don’t have to—”
His hand is shaking too hard to get the music to stop, and his lungs feel leathery and too-small to fill his body with enough oxygen. It’s okay, he means to repeat as he finally settles for turning the volume down all the way, but what comes out is, “No.”
Dean fumbles for a moment, brows knit, body tensing as if he’s looking for something to fight. After a moment, he settles, and without Sam having to say a word, he knows Dean understands.
His brother’s hand lands solid and warm on his shoulder, squeezing just tight enough to ground him. Dean knows this dance from years ago, when Sam was Cage-fresh and raw everywhere: taking his hand from Sam’s shoulder only as long as he needs to, he cranks up the heater and shrugs off his jacket.
He says nothing, because there’s nothing he can say. Assurances that they’ll beat Lucifer are too empty right now. He watches Sam drape the jacket over himself, and he sighs, digging out the aged, near-shredded shoebox of old cassette tapes and passing it to Sam.
He lets shotgun pick the music as they slip into and out of butter-yellow patches of light.
“He was a kid who grew up too fast. Always faced in danger with powers– not even flinching when a blade was put to his neck. Always being the strong one– only because he realized the things he wanted to protect. Always fighting alone– even with Claw allies around him.
guy who’s v tall and lanky, but gets more fit as the story goes on
wears button down shirts and ties, with the sleeves rolled to his elbows; somehow makes business casual look almost sloppier than a t-shirt
has unnecessarily messy dark hair, which he’s horrible at styling (still looks good tho) ((also adorable hazel eyes)) (((and devious smirk)))
is a Sports Dude who enjoys watching games and drinking beers w/ his buddies….thinks famous athletes are Cool
also he’s hella athletic without trying
pranks all of his peers whenever possible, though he rarely crosses the line (sometimes it happens though)
is CRAZY IN LOVE with Person B for years before she even realizes how much he genuinely cherishes her
gets her amazing gifts, makes her laugh w/ his pranks (which are never directed at her), thinks she both deserves the world and is the world, would 10000000% without a doubt die for her without a moment’s notice
honestly he’d give her anything and sacrifice the universe for her love and happiness
is the Cool Guy amongst his peers and kinda knows it but doesn’t say anything, which only serves to make him cooler
knows when to sober up on the pranking and sarcasm
becoMES AN AWESOME DAD
honestly he thinks Person B is the universe and will tell anyone about it at anytime, the other women are jealous of her
name starts w/ J
(shorter) adorable girl, has red hair and lovely green eyes
dresses like she’s gonna go to church at any moment (probably doesnt actually go to church though)
is literally beloved by all, even the people who don’t like people??
has never done anything wrong in her life (mildly untrue)
laughs at Person A’s pranks w a sparkle in her pretty green eyes
is too adorable for her own good and just wants to do her best
doesn’t get fired up very often but when she does everyone listens
drives men mad w adoration and doesn’t realize it
spends too!! damn!! long!! accepting less than what she deserves!! stays w people who don’t appreciate her, stays in places where she’s unhappy, is afraid to speak up for years until she takes a hold of her own life and looks out for herself!! does a great job!!
is possibly the best mom (probably)
has an older sister who’s kinda very judgy
literally though she only sees the good in people, like even the ones that kind of suck
she gives flawless advice to others but never uses it for herself (until she realizes she’s an actual queen and should listen to what she’s been saying)
does not REALIZE how much Person A cherishes and loves and wants to get to know her for like,,,,, years? it’s ridiculous it’s basically painted on his forehead at all of the times
makes decisions with her heart
kinda completely a dork
is in love fully w Person A and neither of them can believe it for a while
once she comes to her senses and realizes that Person A is literally her soulmate her life gets infinitely better and they can make it through anything
tries too hard on a relationship w someone who doesn’t respect her once she’s more assertive and also hates Person A to a violent level
is the best
So…was this about James and Lily Potter? Or was it Jim and Pam Halpert?
yo, if anyone wasnt me to make a map of the jamaaliday rescue thing, reblog or like or something. i have a lot of homework for this weekend but i need an excuse as to why i shouldn’t do it. lol im a terrible student, dont be like me kiddos (some of you are probably the same age as me so nvm the kiddos part lol) (i already said lol, oh well) anyway, it’ll probably take me a while actually…
The best thing happened today. I was playing mercy and got frozen by a mei the this genji jumps in front of me and blocked the icicle and later I get thrown up into the air from a reinhardt charge instead of getting pinned (but I died anyway) and the kill cam was the same genji jumping in front of the reinhardt. <3
Do you think even Gency love can bloom on the battlefield?
pssst... I'm sad and lonely ;~; do you have any cute pavellan fics?
Just for you <3 (Pavellan, approx 1800 words, most under the cut)
“I love you.”
Varlen smiled as Dorian’s gaze flicked up from his book, quartz-grey
eyes bright like the stars looking in from beyond the window. He had been in the process of
getting dressed for bed when the stray volume had snagged his attention, resting
absently on a corner table. In a half-aware stupor, he had started reading it with
only part of his outfit unbuckled. Now the straps hung loose, metal clasps catching
the wavering glow of the candles, reflecting points of light onto the
walls. They clinked as he turned to face Varlen, eyebrow raised.
“Is… something the matter?” Dorian asked, genuine concern
tinging the words. He closed the book, slipping his thumb between the pages to
mark his place. It was unconscious – little more than a force of habit. It was yet
another thing Varlen adored. It had taken time, but he had finally started to
notice a lot of the small things. Endearing things Dorian didn’t even realise he did.
“Does something need to be wrong for me to tell you that?”
Varlen shook his head, chuckling from where he sat cross-legged on the bed.
“Can’t I just feel… I don’t know, affectionate?”
A smile tugged at the corner of Dorian’s mouth and he moved
towards the bed with slow steps. But despite the warm expression, there was
something off about him. Something
that left a strange tightness at the back of Varlen’s throat. He couldn’t
“Well, I… appreciate it, amatus. I truly do.”
Nodding, Varlen tried to look encouraging. Bright, bubbly,
happy. That was what he did, after all. Even though his stomach had knotted
inside him, he kept his face welcoming, lit with a smile. I shouldn’t have said that, he realised with creeping regret. That wasn’t…
Dorian sighed. A heavy, dead-weight sound as he slipped his
thumb from the book and placed it on the small table beside the bed, abandoning it once more. “You don’t have to do that, you know,” he said suddenly, reaching up to rub his temples with his fingertips. “I… am explicitly
aware of my shortcomings, Varlen. You need not grin and bear it for my sake.”
Blinking, Varlen felt his warm expression shatter. It fell
in shards until all he was left with was his bare face and nothing to hide
“No, I… it’s not that, Dorian. It’s fine, really. You know I sometimes just blurt things out. I’m sorry.”
• The way Fenris’s hair is so fluffy over his pointed ears and how it sways when he teases about practicing his flattery
• The look he gives Hawke when he says that he’d never wanted anyone before Hawke and that things might be different with him
• The deadpan manner in which he jokes with Varric
• That heartbreakingly sad and vulnerable smile on his face when Hawke says, “I’m here, Fenris,” when Fenris thinks he’s all alone
• His adorable friendships with Sebastian, Donnic, and Aveline
• The way his ears glow (the way all of him glows, really, but look at his glowing ears in cutscenes! So cute!)
• The way he caresses Hawke’s face
• That look of hope on his face when he first sees Varania and recalls a fragment of a happy memory of her
• Those very full and very kissable lips of his
• Those bold, expressive eyebrows
• The way his bangs hide his eyes when he’s feeling vulnerable and self-conscious
• His dry sarcasm and wit
• The way his eyes light up and he smiles when Hawke suggests giving him a few more problems
• The way he finds happiness, love, and a home when he thought he never would