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poetrytofish:

I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

Castiel has a sense of self. All the angels do.

Funny, isn’t that?

If God wanted an army, He could have made mindless, loyal drones. Copies of copies, serving His cause with no hesitation, no thought. Maximum righteous efficiency.

Instead, His soldiers have names. They have personalities and thoughts and talents.

It’s no wonder some rebelled. It’s no wonder some continued to carry out His work. By giving them agency, He gave them choice. Angels aren’t as restricted as they think. They are agents of fate acting out of pure, unadulterated free will.

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cross-connect:

Hayden Zezula is from Austin, Texas and makes GIFs under the name zolloc. He has been using Cinema 4D for the last 4 years and is completely self taught. He is currently working on an exploration video game.

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agameofhearts:

supernaturalapocalypse:

endermisha:

jesskalynn93:

thts-what-she-said:

Carry on my wayward sun?

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SUN

supernatural fandom u ok

rise and shine sammy

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outrageouswizardofnottingham:

Its horrible that we live in a world where this is happening

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SPN 10 Countdown Challenge
Day 16
4.16 [On the Head of a Pin]

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magicconchshelly:

camel-eyelashes:

but shit it was 99 cents

the macklemobile

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seanbeanisaredshirt:

harokissmile:

ksteeno:

spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

what did i just read

Irish women are strong as fuck

I’m Irish and I can conclude that we are motherfucking metal

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miriaminrecovery:

stimmyabby:

One of the things I hate is that if you aren’t bipolar, OCD, autistic, ect, it’s considered perfectly acceptable to be all “ha ha I look autistic” “feeling a little bipolar today”, but if you actually do have a mental disorder, then god forbid you talk about it, you attention-seeking over-dramatizing romanticizing monster.

this is the realest thing I’ve ever read

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