I’ve been very busy with work lately and sleeping five hours a night and things, so I’m probably overreaching and/or not making any sense, but this -
- I loved this, not only the scene, but how everything was framed, and yet there’s something bugging me - why is Dean keeping his right hand on the sigil and his left on the blade? Dean is right-handed - it would have made much more sense to cut his left hand and keep his dominant hand unhurt and free.
As I said, I’m basically delirious - but what we do know is that the left hand is the one which is a symbol for love, right? because that’s where we keep our rings (according to a medieval legend, there’s a vein that goes from the heart to our left hand, so that’s why our weddings bands go on our left hand and not our right)? Whereas the right hand - that’s rationality, doing things, fighting, writing, being all practical and sensible. And Dean’s right hand is on the Enochian sigil, because that’s the good choice - that’s what he should do to save everyone’s lives here - his, and also Sam’s, because his brother’s not far behind, because he never is, and as for Cas -
Dean’s feelings for Cas - a left-hand kind of thing. Back in Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox, the other Yockey episode, Dean picks up Asa’s angel blade with his right hand, because that was a weapon, and Dean favours his right hand when he fights, and that’s what makes sense. But this time around - I don’t think that blade is Cas’ (?), but it’s still an angel blade, which means it represents this brave, amazing, infuriating angel Dean loves unconditionally - hence the left hand, and Dean’s ‘illogical’, ‘wrong’ decision to trade his life for Cas’.
Request: Could you maybe write an x-reader with Laf, where the reader delivered messages during the war, and returned to camp with the return message, but also with a bullet wound? I’ve been thinking about this…
It amazed you at the rate in which people produced letters. Alexander Hamilton sends letters to his wife multiple times a week. George Washington had letters being sent out to all over the country to rally the troops. John Laurens sends in almost as many letters to Hamilton as Hamilton sends to him. And that’s not even counting the other thousands of soldiers who don’t hold a high rank.
Though, your most troublesome ones were Lafayette’s, who sent his all the way to France. Some to his grandparents, some to his old friends, and some to a guy named Thomas Jefferson. All and all, it was a mess to try and organize everything, so the majority of the time you were the one who had to go all the way to the east to get them shipped.
(Their first album sold 2,000,000 copies worldwide. Their single ‘One More Time’ was a number-one hit in the US and in France (the last time they had one was three years ago) - truly, they’ve achieved some amazing feats. This month’s guests are the two from Daft Punk! … Ooh. Just writing about them makes us nervous. There’s something familiar about this… that feeling, that things have fitted together by chance (much like what they referred to as 'coincident’) makes us think that France and Japan are not so far apart after all. It’s an easily-coherent feeling to us, too. Perhaps we’ve had an image similar to them programmed in our subconscious all along, way back from when we were little? So much that we had the automatic urge to ask them - “Hey there, Machine Baron! How’s it going?”)
('Machine Baron’ is a reference to a character from an old-timey anime, Steam Detectives. Images originally posted by accio-sh, though I can no longer find their original blog for credit. Please inform me of any errors or suggestions for better wording!)
break was a peaceful time on campus. Most students had gone home to be with
their families. The ones who were left kept mostly to themselves, getting ready
for their midterms.
a sip of his cinnamon latte. He was sitting in one of the many coffee bars that
littered the university campus, just idly scrolling through his collection of
ebooks. It was nice to get out of his dorm every once in a while.
been snow on Christmas day. Thomas couldn’t help feeling proud when he’d seen
it. That had been his doing.
his parents this, during their video-call, but they were still not entirely
comfortable with his choice of career and they’d changed the topic quickly to
the typical “we miss you,” and “do you have a girlfriend
them of course, but it was nice to have some peace and quiet while he studied.
Holidays at his parents’ house were fun but too distracting. He’d make it up to
them next year.
still hadn’t told them about that whole hey-I-got-kidnapped-and-nearly-sacrificed
thingy. He probably should, but… That wouldn’t make them like demonology any
better, right? They would only worry.
he was going to tell them. Not during the holiday season, obviously, that would
ruin their celebrations. But pretty soon. Probably.
gosh it is you!”
slid in the empty seat across Thomas. It was a girl, and she was smiling at
I’m so lucky to just run into you!” she said. “I’ve been looking for
you! I waited outside the demonology classroom on the last day of class but I
think you had a free period maybe?”
“We were in the lab,” Thomas said, a
bit bewildered. “Uh. Why were you looking for me?”
you specifically,” the girl corrected, a faint blush colouring her cheeks.
“But all three of you. I’m sorry, I don’t even know your names - I wanted
to thank you.”