sorrow of the angels

A million words won’t bring you back,
I know because I tried.
Neither would a million tears,
I know because I cried.
Samsara’s Wheel

Surely will sorrow follow
as the winds may blow
seeking answers dancing
in the morning rain
a soliloquy of sadness
a symphony of pain  
the candle flickers faintly
yet to our touch it burns
Samsara’s Wheel shudders
and eternally turns
children of gods unkind
slowly open their eyes
resigned to the darkness 
of another loveless day
angels fallen from Eden
asking strangers for signs
weary wanderers lost
having forgotten the way

Signs as H.I.M Lyrics
  • Aries: "World was on fire, no one could save me but you/It's strange what desire will make foolish people do" -- Wicked Game
  • Taurus: "A drop of her blood tastes like wine/I answer her call with a rhyme" -- Serpent Ride
  • Gemini: "Side by side: darkness and light/Play their game so unafraid, their heartbeats synchronized" -- Into The Night
  • Cancer: "I admit my defeat and want back home/In your heart under the rose" -- Under the Rose
  • Leo: "Today tomorrow seems so far away/And the wait in vain, yeah/So safe, in the blinding light of love unchained/In yesterday's grave, yeah" -- Sweet Pandemonium
  • Virgo: "It's poetry carved in flesh/This beautiful hell of ours/To the deadliest sin we confess" -- Passion's Killing Floor
  • Libra: "She'll be the light to guide you back home/Just give her a kiss worth dying for" -- Venus Doom
  • Scorpio: "We steal the fire from a sacred heart/And bleed the wine unholy/We fall in love with the serpent's song/And fear nothing" -- In the Night Side of Eden
  • Sagittarius: "We will be so free from all that has been./So free from all that we’ve seen." -- I Will be the End of You
  • Capricorn: "Death served wine for lovers/Brought from the world where devils reign/And intoxicated angels with sorrow/They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves" -- Behind the Crimson Door
  • Aquarius: "My church is not of silver and gold,/It's glory lies beyond judgement of souls/The commandments are of consolation and warmth" -- The Sacrament
  • Pisces: "Labyrinth in a shape of a heart/Love's secret architecture/I find myself to be lost in the/Arms of your fate" -- Face of God
Ascension (I)

Author: kpopfanfictrash 

 Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: R (violence)

Word Count: 4,786

Summary:  The weight of humanity rests on Y/N’s shoulders. In Ascension, enemies must come together, lines must be drawn and the question of good and evil itself must be raised. As Y/N’s power strengthens and more players reveal themselves, the only thing obvious is that nothing in this world is black and white. (Book 2, sequel to Guardian)

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Can we pretend to leave and then we’ll meet again when both our cars collide.

Our lady of sorrows and all the angels see that the five of us are dying. My friends and I all are the same.

Mama keeps telling me “someone out there loves you” but I know that the world is ugly. I’m going headfirst for halos if someone doesn’t save me from this cemetery drive.

They used to tell me “the jetset life is gonna kill you” but I never told you what I do for a living so how the fuck would they know. I’m a destroya, there’s blood on my hands. The gun lying on the passenger next to me, the drugs I used over the years… they always warned me for the sharpest lives. I’m not one of the common people, I stayed too long in that house of wolves. “Make room!!!!!” I’m driving to the end. I hope they find me when I’m already dead!

They better bury me in black, it’s not a fashion statement, it’s a fucking deathwish. I’m going to have my own party at the end of the world. Maybe I should just drive into that lake, I never had any drowning lessons.“Fake your death and kill all your friends for a fresh start” I heard a voice inside my head whisper. “Heaven help us!” I screamed while ramming my foot on the brakes. “Mama, I’m not okay” I cried while leaning over the steering wheel.

I always truly believed that I had a bulletproof heart until Emily showed up. Our romance was something special, she was not that kind of girl. I remember the horrified look on her face when the AMBULANCE had to take me to the hospital after overdosing. I told her “my way home is through you, the only hope for me is you” she smiled at me and asked me to sing her to sleep so I asked her if she would like the one about California. “We don’t need another song about California, sing me that desert song you love so much”

I remember Helena sleeping peacefully in her new room, she wasn’t even a teenager yet.

I went upstairs and kissed little Helena on her forehead as I softly sang every snowflake is different just like you. I walked over to my fiancée, peacefully sleeping in our bed. I realized I had to put those danger days behind me. I should behave like the demolition lovers we used to be before she’ll tell me “I don’t love you like I did yesterday”

The next morning I woke her up by kissing her softly; “Look alive, sunshine” I said while stroking my fingers through her hair. “Stay awake, my love” her eyes were trying their best to stay open. “Thank you for the venom” I said as I took a little package out of my pocket. She mumbled something while she struggled to open the package. “Kiss the ring” I told her when I noticed the breathtaking glow on her face. “Are those your famous last words as a bachelor?” her giggle was one of the most beautiful things on earth.

Burn bright darling, never let them take the light behind your eyes

I was under pressure the last couple days, I won’t let the drugs take the best of me again, I will give my wife and daughter all the love they deserve, even more. “Gotta love those early sunsets over monroeville” I said as we sat on our balcony with our daughter sleeping between the two of us. “I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love. How can I ever thank you enough for-” she interrupted me with a passionate kiss.

“Since the day I met you I stopped being so disenchanted with life. You blessed me with a beautiful daughter, Gerard. How could I ask for more? Save yourself, I’ll hold them back, remember?”, a tear streamed down my cheek.

“I love you, I love you so much.” I laid my arm around her and pulled her closer. We watched the stars together until the both of us fell asleep with little Helena in our arms.

Unfortunately my wife died years ago, the cancer spread quickly, the doctors couldn’t help her anymore.

All along I was living with ghosts, Helena got taken away when I relapsed into being an addict again. The ghost of you lived on darling.

All this time it was just a hallucination, I was still in my car with my hands clamped onto the wheel.

I remember her saying “may death never stop you” before she passed away.

I drove backwards, my hand was on the gear lever. 

“We’ll meet again soon my love, I’m coming for you”

The car took off with extreme force, pushing me back into my seat. It fell like I was flying for a few seconds until I crashed into the water. After hitting the water, the car sank in between 50-60 feet of water before coming to rest on the bottom of the reservoir.

Would I die for you? Well here’s your answer in spades.


CHAPTER 16

Thank you to @norbertsmom for betaing and for really coming through in this chapter. Thank you for reading and all of your wonderful comments….


“You’re going to need candles,” Delly murmured as she rummaged through the cabinets. “Get some of the scented ones; it will help with the ambiance once the food is finished.”

Peeta wrote down what Delly said on the list. He looked up; he had never heard of candles with scent. “Scented candles?”

Delly rolled her eyes, “Yes candles are made with pleasant aromas.”

“Why would I need those?”

“Peeta, trust me, you’re going to need tapered and scented candles to set the mood. I’m going to suggest something that smells like the bakery, like vanilla.” As she spoke Dell’s eyes became bigger and she snapped her fingers. “Cinnamon. Katniss loves the smell of cinnamon on you.”

“What,” Peeta was shocked, “Really?”

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anonymous asked:

Am I the only one that doesn't want mopey, grieving Dean drinking his sorrows away? I want Purgatory Dean, hellbent on finding and saving his angel and fuck you if you get in the way. I want him to fight for Cas, determined to finally, at long last, be the one that saves him. I think we compare Dean and Cas' relationship with Dean and Sam's too much without taking in account the different history that shaped them. Also, Cas has been saved via deus ex machina too many times by now.

I would like to see both, tbh. We’ve had Purgatory and we know Dean WOULD fight for Cas. And we had season 7 but it was sort of accidental that Dean’s depression and drinking were linked to Cas and Cas came back, because at least initially he was genuinely mourning a character who wasn’t coming back and it was written in such a way because Dean’s loss was resonant because Cas wasn’t coming back. 

I’m not saying that they don’t write real grief when they know the character is coming back, such as when Sam or Dean mourn each other, but by having Cas gone for like 15 episodes and at least some of them with the writers knowing he was gone, Cas was an obvious factor in Dean’s sadness and it wasn’t caged in anything, really. The only thing is they had 100s of reasons for them to be depressed that season and took away *everything* and gave them a load of other stuff to worry about on the side, so Dean’s sadness wasn’t targeted right on Cas, because he had to worry about everything else too. 7x01 was the only episode where his feelings were mostly targeted on Cas, before he even lost him, when he was the current problem to solve. 

I think it was nice that over season 11 Dean stopped drinking while he was working on saving Cas, because he was seriously focused and motivated to save him. But he had something to swing at there, some reason to “keep grinding” - if he feels Cas is lost in such a way he can’t be brought back, it would be interesting to see season 7 equivalent grief written in this current narrative where Dean’s feelings for Cas are so incredibly front and centre when they interact, and though they have other stuff to worry about, say Jack’s powers mean more useful dimension hopping and plus a sense that Mary wouldn’t just *die* and she’s lost in the way of Sam not looking for Dean in purgatory - another realm but one you may or may not be able to crack… She’s not *dead* gone, she’s just *gone*. Anyway, it would be interesting to see Dean take this grief full on because he doesn’t know how to bargain his way out of it and they KNOW angel blades are such a final way to kill something. It has this air of weight to it that your run of the mill death doesn’t really have. 

And if Cas’s death seems final to him AND they have a ton of other problems, mourning Cas would be very interesting to see him break over it like season 7 but in a way where the narrative is more intentional. I mean like, yeah, how many times can he mourn his friend, but… Eh. I don’t know. If they’re going for angst they might as well go all the way. I’m not precious about Dean getting horrifically hurt or going to bad places in the name of the story because I find that makes the characters significantly more interesting to talk about, and I feel like Dean has completed essentially his entire point as a character per his original set up by confronting Mary, and is now in a gentle retirement to wipe up whatever’s left on the plate, which to me is essentially the subtextual performing!Dean stuff being visually resolved in a way not just meta writers can see like the grenade launcher did, although I kind of consider that resolved too in the sense that 12x22 finished baking Dean and he’s just left to be iced with whatever comes next for him. 

Fresh raw angst on top of New And Improved Dean Winchester Who Is Somewhat At Peace With His Family seems like a great way to test him and his behaviour, and he HASN’T had his alcoholism magically cured and it’s not like he’s learned coping mechanisms, he’s just got an inner peace now about SOME things, so this is all from a totally different direction than the family realignment that needed to happen - this is his romantic subplot resolution, essentially, trope wise >.> 

And it’s like, his last space to be truly messed up if we’ve resolved the core of Dean’s family angst to a significant degree. Making good with your mother’s death and letting your brother grow up is GREAT and that was 2 of the hugest things Dean ever did but it just means the core blood related family have realigned and fixed their dynamic. Cas as the found family element didn’t resolve HIS feelings about the Winchesters - rather self-destructed literally AND metaphorically on the guardian angel thing, which has been a BAD stance for him because as 12x19 showed it’s NOT how to be integrated into the family and causes all their problems. Dean likewise hasn’t come to terms with his bisexuality or being in love with Cas, truly, because they’re not together. So it’s his big unresolved source of anything huge and unspoken in the way that ALL the family stuff got literally spoken at last this season. 

I’m not saying they’ll obviously make it canon or anything, but this is Dean’s remaining drama llama card to play, so… I expect the most drama llama-ing Dean can do about it :P

Coldflash Week, Day 7: Wingfic

Angels on Earth 700 live among the humans and lead an everyday life like us. There are two types of them: the ones with silky white wings bring happiness and joy to the mortals to live their life in love and being playful like children. The other ones with velvety black wings bring consolation to the people who lost someone beloved or suffering from loneliness or afraid of the tomorrow. They wipe off their tears of sorrow and give them hope.

But what if one of these angels is just as lonely and feels blue like some of the mortals he should help to? Who will find him and give him a promise that he won’t be lonely forever?

One day, an angel with cheerful hazel eyes and messy brown hair walking his adorable puppy in the park, meets that one sad immortal…

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