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The Battle of New York was the end of the world. This, now, is the new world. People are different.

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A collection of Black Books of Hours

  1. Black Hours, ca. 1475 (Morgan Library, New York)
  2. Horae beatae marie secundum usum curie romane, ca. 1458 (Hispanic Society of America)
  3. Black Hours of Galeazzo Maria Sforza, ca. 1466-1476 (Austrian National Library)
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MCU + Tumblr : volume 1 ↳ Captain America: The Winter Soldier (inspired by x)

vol. 1  vol. 2

Pillows

ao3 link, part 1 → 1.6k

Soulmates AU where people are born with a tattoo of the first words they hear their soulmate say + deaf!cas & nerd!dean

Castiel didn’t put much stock into soulmates. He couldn’t fathom why such a plethora of people would rely so heavily on the concept. The tattoos appear from who knows where, laying stagnant on your arm, and, yet, everyone is so apt to become a slave to the string of words. Sure, it’d be nice to find someone with compatibility guaranteed, but c'mon. It couldn’t be all that it’s cracked up to be. Maybe he was bitter because he grew up without a mark, or maybe because he couldn’t hear his soulmate, even if he had one.

Maybe the grass is green, and the sky is blue, he thought.

He knew he didn’t have a tattoo-couldn’t, really-because listening to his soulmate’s voice just wasn’t in the cards for him. It would have been so much easier if the markings had been, like, a picture of his match, or something. And if money sprouted from sighs, we’d all be millionaires.

Instead, this strange system targeted his weakness and turned him into even more of an outsider than he already was. He would never know the first words his soulmate said to him. He was stuck just making do with a guess and hope. Even if he didn’t wholeheartedly believe in the idea, he secretly wished he knew what the fuss was all about. At night, in the quiet of his room, he would imagine what his tattoo would say, or act out scenarios of his first meeting with his soulmate. The wonder and eventual satisfaction must feel like flying, or maybe falling. These bouts usually ended in puffy eyes and broken glass.

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