feels like i’m falling, yeah
i can hear them calling
—“I’m broken, and that’s good. I’ll never be fixed, and that’s not bad. There’s no one I’d rather be but me.” A laugh from the driver’s seat. “Wouldn’t want you any other way, Cas.”
Let’s jump ahead to the moment of epiphany, in gold light, as the camera pans to where the action is, lakeside and backlit, and it all falls into frame, close enough to see the blue rings of my eyes as I say something ugly. I never liked that ending either. More love streaming out the wrong way, and I don’t want to be the kind that says the wrong way. But it doesn’t work, these erasures, this constant refolding of the pleats. There were some nice parts, sure, all lemondrop and mellonball, laughing in silk pajamas and the grains of sugar on the toast, love love or whatever, take a number. I’m sorry it’s such a lousy story. Dear Forgiveness, you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things I want to ask you.
S9 Sample Posters a.k.a. Ways CW can promote S9 in a non bullshit way: 1/∞ ; Angels + Their landing sites
except i used to belong to a much better club. and now i’m powerless. i’m hapless, i’m hopeless.
Haven’t you caused enough harm already, Castiel?
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket / Never let it fade away. / Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket / Save it for a rainy day.
Not feeling so great.