(…) but CELEGORM went rather to the house of Oromë
, and there he got great knowledge of birds and beasts, and all their tongues he knew. For all living things that are or have been in the Kingdom of Arda, save only the fell and evil creatures of Melkor, lived then in the land of Aman; and there also were many other creatures that have not been seen upon Middle-earth, and perhaps never now shall be, since the fashion of the world was changed.
It’s not that they were wrong. Because he had finally accepted that, while they were not his kin, they were his family.
For whom he had - for whom he would - for whom he will always lay down his life.
Because in forty five sunrises and sunsets void of Sam and Dean, it became clear to Castiel that nothing in his world mattered as much as the Winchesters.
But that declaration - it didn’t belong to them. It belonged to him.
All those times Castiel had thrown himself in harm’s way, all those times he’d faced Death for no reason other than to buy the Righteous Man a few precious seconds - in his whole time spent alongside the two hunters, he’d never really admitted to his motives.
Never ventured to say the three words with which Dean’s kind were so enamored. The sentiment - it was difficult for the angel to make sense of. In some eight and a half years, Castiel had never named the profound bond for what it was.
But this time, through gritted teeth and lacerated lips, as excruciating pain gnawed at his gut, as he felt the life leak right out of him, this time, Castiel found the strength to own the elusive phrase.
I love you.
Maybe it’s the last vestige of his angelic nature.
Maybe it’s the clarity that comes with being so close to death.
Maybe it’s nothing more than the connection between two souls focused solely on the other.
But in the wake of those words, Castiel can see - hear - feel every thought passing through Dean Winchester’s mind.
An exercise in doubting it could possibly be true.
Because Dean surveys through all the reasons he’s sure he must be unlovable.
Every bottle of whiskey in which he’d drowned his sorrows - every broken chair he’d made a victim of his rage.
Every lie he’d ever told - every promise he’d ever broken.
Every time he’d dared to look into the mirror and couldn’t stomach the man he’d seen looking back at him.
The face of every person he’s gotten killed.
Every monster he hasn’t managed to slay. Every mistake he’s made.
Because the words have barely made their way out of Castiel’s punctured lungs when Dean’s giving him every but he can come up with.
It is only a few seconds but it is not a short list. He’s had years of practice convincing himself he’s broken beyond repair.
And so with what he believes could be his last breath, Castiel offers a clarification.
I love all of you.
All of you, Dean.
Every single shard I stitched back together after I pulled you from the depths of Hell.
Every aspect of your being.
Every precious part.
All of you.
Dean had a habit of misunderstanding Castiel.
But in that moment, in the small glance the two share, his meaning - its abundant and profound truth - is clear.
REQUEST: Hey I was wondering if you could do a a Jughead fluff where the readers almost always cold & wears his black hoody & well it fits his 6'1 frame well it basically a blanket on her 5'6 self, basically she wears his hoody that fits him fine but it’s really big on her and it’s just fluffy & funny & Veronica & Kevin totally ship it😂
Sorry for taking so long :3 Hope you like it! I thought it started off okay but then i kind of ruined it, i apologise, i’m not very good at writing ehueuheueh
Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff / dead inside reader (one swear word :3)
“So I told her, that what she did was crossing the line,” Veronica’s story was reaching its climax, and Kevin was enjoying every second of it.
“Fair enough,” He interrupted, expression eager, waiting to hear what happened next.
However, before Veronica could continue, you entered the student lounge, nonchalantly slurping a takeaway Pop’s strawberry milkshake. Your bag was slung carelessly over your shoulder and your unkempt hair was lazily tied up in a messy bun, which flopped around on top of your head. You’d skipped makeup, and your eyes were surrounded by dark circles. You wore your usual converse and ripped jeans, along with a white crop top. This had been a bad choice, as it was nearly the middle of December, so you were absolutely freezing. You’d been so tired from revising for exams, that you hadn’t even bothered to check what you were wearing that morning.
You stood around the back of the couch Kevin sat on, before flopping face down and flipping your body over so you were lying on the loveseat, legs on Kevin’s lap and face buried in an assortment of cushions.
I'm not really surprised at the huge knife collection, but dude... why do you have a sword?
why wouldnt i? what else am i supposed to do when i need to stab something thats far away but i dont wanna throw something? get closer to it?? it could stab me back maybe. i hate that. swords are great, theyre the perfect middle ground. swords have all the stabbiness of knives but all the range of somebody with longer arms
i have just realized that i could also solve this problem by using a regular knife and having tony build me a longer arm
but that sounds inconvenient when instead i could just use a sword
sanha is nature, from the unexplored undergrowth in forests around the world to the little, dainty flowers sitting on your window sill. he’s the grass that tickles your bare feet and the daisy pushing itself through the ground to take a peek at the world with big hopes and dreams. he’s the sturdy tree you lean on outside your house and the vines crawling up fences to get what they want. he’s the field of flowers you’ve always wanted to frolic through. (insp)
Due to the recent uprise of realization that Stevonnie is waaayyyy over-sexualized, I’ve decided to redesign them!! Not only to look more human (gem is covered) but to look more like a kid and like an actual mash-up of Steven and Connie
I used the perfect hexcode middle of Steven and Connie’s skin colours, I gave them the outfits of Steven and Connie from that episode, covering more of their skin so that they are the actual outfits and not just sort-of them
I shortened their hair because it was really long, and Steven’s hair is cropped close to his head, while Connie’s is only mid-back, so having their hair near their thighs didn’t make much sense to me
I’ve also made them just the tiniest bit chubbier because they were a tad too thin for someone as chubby as Steven, even fusing with a thin girl like Connie wouldn’t result in a stick person
How they’re introduced is much different too, in this redesign. Rather than sitting on the beach running their hand up their leg (creeeepy) they form standing, much like Garnet in The Answer. They’re confused, and they look around, see Steven’s shoe, and pick it up. They realize they’ve fused, they romp around a bit, then go tell the gems
The episode would be generally the same from there, up until they go into the Big Donut.
Lars and Sadie both semi-recognize them, and are silent as they order their donuts, Lars maybe saying something like “I think I’ve seen you around before” They laugh, and say “No, I’ve only been here for a few minutes” then leave
The rest is the same, Kevin flirts with them, they get mad, saying “Ew, back off you creep” or something of that nature, dance like crazy, unfuse, and have tons of fun