Let’s play a game.
Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.
you
also
what
when
why
how
look
because
never
I think my favorite out of context is my “how”
Mine sound like a chopped up story…
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#also #Baby When The Lights Go Out #Why does everyone say that?! #never again.
Makes sense.
I do that every once in awhile.
I love these new "type these words into your tags box and post the first tag that automatically pops up" thingies, so fun. Let’s do another one:
- can’t
- don’t
- first
- help
- please
- one
- my
- will
- stop
- get
- honestly
- I’m
hahaha, wow
Um, sir? You seem to have something on your face.
…Seriously… I think it might be attractive. You might wanna get that looked at…
Just saying…
Lucia was pacing, blood from a random passerby still in her mouth. It was an old drunk, his memories were fizzy and his thoughts were jumbled. Useless. Lucia rolled her eyes and sat on her motel bed, pulling off her knee high old and tattered, black boots. She was bored, and there was an ache in her chest. Without hesitating she whispered the name she had always had on the tip of her tongue. Loki. She waited a few minutes, when nothing happened, she shrugged and walked to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she started to undress. A shower would wipe away the dirt she gained from lurking in the park, patiently waiting for a passerby.
Gabriel perched on the sink in Lucia’s motel bathroom, invisible and undetectable. The second his name had passed her lips, he’d waited patiently for her to say it two more times. Wondering if she’d remember that little bit of instruction and if she really wanted to see him that badly. He had to admit, letting his eyes move over her as she stripped, that he hoped she did. She was one of his better diversions.
An anon requested an "unconventional" set of tags for the tag game going around (where people reblog and write in the words and click whatever tag shows up first). So here’s some ones that I don’t think I’ve seen around before!
Lucia forced herself to not show her fear, but she was sure he could smell it lingering in the air, the fear was strong. She inhaled a gasp, and her eyes quickly studied him. It was the absolute truth, she was sure of it. "An archangel?" She breathed almost inaudibly. She took a small step back, continuing to try and remain casual, even thought her heart was beating double time.
And just like in the show, Gabriel called up striking flashes of lightning to showcase his many massive wings, shadowed and splayed across the buildings behind him. It would surprise many people to remember how much power he really hid inside that tiny vessel of his.
“One of four,” he replied flatly, holding down all his emotions so well that even Dean Winchester would be envious. “Brother to the pair you’re so terrified of. I told you to let it go, but you just couldn’t listen.”
I walk in the shadow of the valley of death…
…I sound the alarm.
And watch the bodies hit the ground…
Bet they have regular sleepovers where they talk science, tinker with stuff, and eat junk food! also, bad science puns
Dean was running. He was always running. He’d lost count of how long he’d been in this place of despair. Purgatory. Makeshift knife in hand, he collapsed against a jagged rock wall formation. He was covered in blood, having killed whatever the fuck it was with red eyes and a million teeth just moments ago before he took off in some random direction. He looked to his right, finding what looked like an entrance to a cave. Dean paused for a moment thinking and decided that although it was just as dark in there as it was outside, what other option did he have? Tired and in need of rest, he cautiously entered. After what seemed like forever and to his surprise, he spotted a light source, like a fire. “Hello?”
Purgatory sucked.
No surprise there, right? When dearest Daddy had told all of his children to stay out of Purgatory, no one had made a fuss. Especially once Michael and Lucifer had agreed and given the ‘we’re the oldest so you must listen to us’ glare to he and Raphael. Gabriel had shrugged it all off and continued on his merry way.
Millenia later, and Gabriel was wishing he had listened just a little more. There had to be a trick to getting out of this damn place. No luck so far and he’d been stuck here ever since Lucifer had stabbed him through the chest. He’d combed the place from top to bottom, back to front, side to side. Fucked it, got fucked by it and managed to live to tell the tale…so to speak.
Now, the thing about Purgatory was that there were noises. All. The. Time. It was never quiet there. There was always some monster going bump in the night and thankfully most of the monster recognized Gabriel for what he was and steered way clear of him in his little hidey hole.
So when Gabriel first heard the rough, dulcet tones of Dean Winchester echoing through his tiny cave… Well, color him surprised.
“As I live and breathe,” he said, coming to a stop beside the small fire he’d gotten going just for the hell of it. “Well, semantics, but what the hell are you doing here?”
