My wife has filled our home with beautiful things, including two beautiful sons. But, at times, its freeing to go out to my simple “shed”, kick back with a coffee, read a little, and have a nice cigar. The desk was picked up by my parents, probably 1973, at an auction in Maine’s Sebago Lake region. We spent the summers there when I was a boy. My brother, sisters, and I would tag along miserably, in and out, of antique shops and spend evenings at auctions.My parents would placate our complaints by buying us peppermint stick ice cream or chocolate cream pies made by the auctioneers wife. We would have preferred to be back at the lake catching fish, frogs, hiking, and swimming. And of course, I have an appreciation of old things, and I am sure its from those “miserable” trips to the antique stores.
Now, my Granddad would take us to harness racing at Scarborough Downs. That was a whole different education…
What should be said of him cannot be said; By too great splendor is his name attended; To blame is easier than those who him offended, Than reach the faintest glory round him shed. This man descended to the doomed and dead For our instruction; then to God ascended; Heaven opened wide to him its portals splendid, Who from his country’s, closed against him, fled. Ungrateful land! To its own prejudice Nurse of his fortunes; and this showeth well That the most perfect most of grief shall see. Among a thousand proofs let one suffice, That as his exile hath no parallel, Ne'er walked the earth a greater man than he.
Translated into English by H.W. Longfellow (1807-1882) Painting by Domenico di Michelino. Florence, 1465.
Request: “hey:) could you do a dean x reader? The reader was the second angel god made and he put her into a deep sleep till dean accidentally broke the spell and now her only task is to protect dean.
thank you :)”
Created at the beginning of time, you’d seen it all. You were there to witness the first flower to ever bloom on green grass, the first drop of rain that immediately soaked into the ground before you, the first time a human opened their eyes and took their very first breath. You never thought you’d ever see such beautiful things again. You never thought you would feel that swell in your chest of seeing and feeling something for the first time ever again… But here it was.
“I don’t.. I don’t understand.” You watched the way his lips moved as he formed each word.
“The first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. As he breaks, so shall it break.” The words seemed to be etched into the back of your mind. “You broke the first seal, Dean Winchester, thus, breaking the curse my father put on me the day he caged my brother.” You noticed the way his jaw twitched and his eyes wandered slightly behind you. Someone was there. With a raise of your hand, the angel behind you flew roughly against the wall, dropping the Angel Blade from his grip. “Hello, Castiel.”
“(Y/n),” Castiel gasped. “You must hear reason. You’re far too powerful-”
“I am powerful, brother.” You cut him off, stepping forward and releasing him from his invisible binding, showing that you mean no harm. “Contrary to your belief, I am not like Lucifer. I have no interest in this petty war.” You waved your hand in dismiss and then turned back to the human that made your heart race. He was watching you with wonder in his green eyes.
“Then why are you here?” Dean asked. “If you’re as powerful as everyone says, then why are you wasting your time here?”
“To protect the one who set me free.” You answered simply. “You are my one and only priority from this day forth, Dean Winchester. You can think of me as your guardian angel.” He swallowed, but you could hear his heart rate escalate with exhilaration. You interested him.
“I think I like the sound of that.” Dean uttered faintly.
Castiel mumbled under his breath. “You can’t be serious.”
“Alastair: And it is written that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. As he breaks, so shall it break. We had to break the first seal before any others, only way to get the dominoes to fall, right? Topple the one at the front of the line. When we win, when we bring on the Apocalypse and burn this earth down, we owe it all to you, Dean Winchester.”
What if all three Gotham City Sirens had children who are around the same age? Would they be friends and form their own group or would there be too much compiteition to be the next femme fatal running Gotham?
I can see Harley and Ivy’s kids being friends, considering their mothers have history together. Depending on if Joker can turn her against Ivy or not because he hates her so much. I dont see Catwoman wanting her kid to be friends with joker and harleys considering in the dceu they both killed jason todd and Selina has always loved bruce, so she herself wouldnt like harley for doing that to the man she loves. Shed want her kid far away from them. I dont think there would be competition since all three women have their own agendas and things they want to do they can live in harmony with each other for the most part and same with the kids. I think they would take queues from their parents to be individual and look out for themselves
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You can read my story, A Winged Man Flew into the Shed, in the My Monster Boyfriend anthology! It’s a doozy, if you are into monster hands :D