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hi guys, so castiel has been my oldest muse here on tumblr. ( admittedly that’s not too long in comparison to others on this site. ) and while, i think he had a good run … it’s about time i try to put this blog to rest. as much as i love the character, and i still love the show. i just no longer find the muse, or motivation to write him? and this isn’t writers block, or anything of the sort. i think he’s just no longer at my interest for a muse. and i’m very sorry if that disappoints any of you, but i know that this blog has pretty much died at this point.

i’ve tried reviving it, but it’s mostly my fault, since i do disappear for weeks or even months at a time. anyway,   CONSIDER THIS BLOG FINALLY ARCHIVED.   thank you guys, for writing with me here on my castiel blog. it’s been such a pleasant experience, and i enjoyed it while it lasted !

but, while this blog is “officially dead”, you can still find me on my other blogs. those being   falsepsychiic ,   and   murdcrbound .        goodbye for now   !

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hi guys, so castiel has been my oldest muse here on tumblr. ( admittedly that’s not too long in comparison to others on this site. ) and while, i think he had a good run … it’s about time i try to put this blog to rest. as much as i love the character, and i still love the show. i just no longer find the muse, or motivation to write him? and this isn’t writers block, or anything of the sort. i think he’s just no longer at my interest for a muse. and i’m very sorry if that disappoints any of you, but i know that this blog has pretty much died at this point.

i’ve tried reviving it, but it’s mostly my fault, since i do disappear for weeks or even months at a time. anyway,   CONSIDER THIS BLOG FINALLY ARCHIVED.   thank you guys, for writing with me here on my castiel blog. it’s been such a pleasant experience, and i enjoyed it while it lasted !

but, while this blog is “officially dead”, you can still find me on my other blogs. those being   falsepsychiic ,   and   murdcrbound .        goodbye for now   !

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hi guys, so castiel has been my oldest muse here on tumblr. ( admittedly that’s not too long in comparison to others on this site. ) and while, i think he had a good run ... it’s about time i try to put this blog to rest. as much as i love the character, and i still love the show. i just no longer find the muse, or motivation to write him? and this isn’t writers block, or anything of the sort. i think he’s just no longer at my interest for a muse. and i’m very sorry if that disappoints any of you, but i know that this blog has pretty much died at this point.

i’ve tried reviving it, but it’s mostly my fault, since i do disappear for weeks or even months at a time. anyway,   CONSIDER THIS BLOG FINALLY ARCHIVED.   thank you guys, for writing with me here on my castiel blog. it’s been such a pleasant experience, and i enjoyed it while it lasted !

but, while this blog is “officially dead”, you can still find me on my other blogs. those being   falsepsychiic ,   and   murdcrbound .        goodbye for now   !

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            &&  my   ( 𝒽 𝒶 𝓁 𝑜   keeps slipping down

                                      god, it’s choking me now

These  t a t t e r e d  wings can’t carry my weight

                              I’m trying.                                I’m trying.                                I’m trying. 

But, I just keep     f                                  a                                 l                                     l                                  i                                      n                                  g                                                       d o w n.

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       ❝  i see you move your lips ,  but it sounds like  g i b b e r i s h  … 

                    hesitation     made    his     bottom    lip     ache .         parted     lips     lingered ,         but    remained    speechless .        while    he    had     been    talking    prior    to     her     comment ,         he ’ s     left    not     knowing     how     to     follow    up .          because     at      this      point ,           he      may      just      be      as      confused     as      her .

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                   ❛     i .   .   .     ❜         his    voice    breaks     silence ,         slowly     this    time .         ❛     i     apologize .     ❜         castiel     concluded    that     would     be    a    sufficient     reply     to    her     confusion .         ❛     perhaps     i     was     not     clarifying    myself    as     well    as    i    thought     i     was .   .   .     ❜         the     mutter     he     made    was         more - so        directed    towards    himself     than    any     other . 

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*  SHAKESPEARE  AESTHETICS.

macbeth:

the howl of wolves. moonless nights. dirt under fingernails. stained silk. chattering teeth. voices hoarse and cracked. rotting fruit. echoing drums. dry heaving. hanging cobwebs. stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes. the roughness of rusted steel. wild rosebushes. muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood.

a midsummer night’s dream:

crackling fires. ivy crawling on stone. the faint music of running water. petrichor. dirty, bare feet. tattered clothing. thistledown. wilted wildflower crowns. late evening birdsong. curling leaves. a symphony of croaking frogs. drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night. humming bees. beds of clover.

romeo and juliet:

warm golden lamplight. worn shoes. crumbling brick walls. whispered poetry. embroidered satin. cool, hazy mornings. tousled hair. rosewater. flushed cheeks. distant orchestras. unfinished marble statues. cobblestone streets. loose threads. ink smudged on parchment. tapping fingers. dust illuminated by sunlight. poison vials.

hamlet:

shattered glass. a cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors. lingering dampness. white noise. inexplicable drafts. migraines. bleeding ears. the taste of metal. reflected mirrors. dry, cracked lips. the sound of tearing paper. fogged windows. memories of dreams. tarnished silver. protruding veins.

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☁                    you     know ,    i ’ ve…         i ’ ve    been     here     for    a    very     long    time .         and     i     remember     many     things .         i     remember     being    at     a     shoreline ,         watching     a    little     grey     fish     heave     itself     up     on     the     beach     and    an     older     brother     saying ,         “    don ’ t     step     on     that    fish ,         castiel .         big     plans     for    that     fish .    "                                    and ,         of     course ,         i     remember    the     most     remarkable     event -        remarkable     because     it     never    came     to     pass .         It     was    averted     by     two    boys ,         an     old     drunk     and    a    fallen     angel .            the        grand        story .             and    we     ripped     up     the     ending    and     the    rules .   .   .        and     destiny .   .   .        leaving     nothing     but    freedom     and    choice .         which     is     all    well    and    good ,         except .   .   .         well ,         what    if     i ’ ve     made     the     wrong    choice ?

☁   independent     &&  selective   castiel   of   cw’s   supernatural . ☁   adored by   shawn .     established  march 2nd .

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            the more time that they spent together, the more that she validated her previous thoughts that he must have been the most sheltered man she had ever met. it was fair to say that his family must be in the ‘religious nutjob’ category because the list of new experiences that she had to introduce him to was growing. months had gone by since she had taken him to the county fair that fateful evening and she found herself seeking out his company almost a couple times a week—- especially on her days off. cooking, netflix, icecream, movie theaters, food festivals, she liked to give them new adventures. there was just something about him, something genuine and sweet, something that made her heart skip when he laughed. he was something SPECIAL.           “come on, you cant go through life without knowing how to dance! it will be fun, trust me,” she smiled brightly as she scrolled through her phone for the right music next to the dock on her fireplace mantel. tapping on the right playlist, she placed her phone into the dock and the music began to play from the speakers in her living room. the doctor placed down her wine glass to stand in the middle of the hardwood floor with her hand out to him, blue eyes bright with joy. “please?”        ||   @angclwiings for a smol thing

                     all     moments    spent    with    clarke     were .   .   .         educational .         learning    more     about     humanity     in     these     few     months     than     he     did    in     heaven ,         watching     the    earth    below    for     thousands     of     years .         sometimes     that     thought    would     enter     his     mind .         “     if     only     she     knew     “         about     everything .         all     of     it .         pain     entered     his     gut ,         another     human     feeling .         one    he     believes     human ’ s     have     come    to     call         “    butterflies     in    their    stomach    ” .         except     his     were    wasps .         he ’ d     push     the    thought     away ,         and     instead        smile .             thinking     about     the    positives ,         all    the    things     she ’ s     shown     him                       and     all     the    things    they ’ ve     done     together .         from     the    smallest ,              &&    most     minuscule     tasks .         to     big     explorations ,         the     following    being           the         county        fair ,             and    other     sorts     of    festivals .            it    was     new ,         it    was    .   .   . fun.

                    she     was    different     from     most    humans .        not    like    the    winchesters ,         far     from    it .         those     boys    were     raised     into     a     life    she    should        never        be     apart     of .         she ’ s         strong ,            but     he    finds    himself    viewing     her     as     a    frail     snowflake .         he     shouldn ’ t    have     let     himself    get     close     to     her ,         even     if    he     is     human .         she     was     apart    of     a     different     world    than    him .         but    imagine     living     in    dark     waters ,         to    one - day     suddenly     see     a    bright    ball    of    light .         and    it ’ s             beautiful ,              &&     it     draws     you     closer .         he    knows    that ’ s    what     he    feels     with    her .         to     admire     humanity    so     up     close ,         from    an             untainted        perspective .

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                    her    smile     was     returned    with     one     of     his     own ,         (     except .   .   .          his    may    never     be    just     as    bright .         instead    it    was    subtle ,          but        soft .     )         ❛     .   .   .  i    can ’ t ?     ❜        steve    asks ,         confusion    rising    in    his     voice .         a     hint     of     bewilderment     in     his    expression ,         but     he     doesn ’ t     allow     it     to     linger .         she    asks     for     his    trust ,         and    he ’ ll     most    certainly     oblige .         ❛     i     suppose        .   .   .    physically ,         i     can .         but     mentally ?        oh .   .   .         no ,         of    course     not .    ❜        humor    was     hinted    in    his     tone .         progress     was    made    on    his     “     joke - making    ”

                    the    man     stood     there     awkwardly ,         oceanic     eyes     averting     to     look     around    them .         music     playing ,         and     filling    the     atmosphere .         eyes     quickly     fixated    on    her     when     she     looked     to    him .         staring    blankly     for    a     moment ,         he ’ s    not    sure     how    to     react    to     her    extended    arm .         it     takes     a    second ,         but    eventually     he     takes    hold     of     her    hand ,         agreeing     in     a    deepened    voice ,         ❛    alright ,         i ’ ll    share     this    dance    with     you ,         clarke .         i     trust    you .     ❜

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☁                    you     know ,    i ' ve...         i ' ve    been     here     for    a    very     long    time .         and     i     remember     many     things .         i     remember     being    at     a     shoreline ,         watching     a    little     grey     fish     heave     itself     up     on     the     beach     and    an     older     brother     saying ,         "    don ' t     step     on     that    fish ,         castiel .         big     plans     for    that     fish .    "                                    and ,         of     course ,         i     remember    the     most     remarkable     event -        remarkable     because     it     never    came     to     pass .         It     was    averted     by     two    boys ,         an     old     drunk     and    a    fallen     angel .            the        grand        story .             and    we     ripped     up     the     ending    and     the    rules .   .   .        and     destiny .   .   .        leaving     nothing     but    freedom     and    choice .         which     is     all    well    and    good ,         except .   .   .         well ,         what    if     i ' ve     made     the     wrong    choice ?

☁   independent     &&  selective   castiel   of   cw’s   supernatural . ☁   adored by   shawn .     established  march 2nd .

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