This is my favorite Castiel. Castiel before ze rebelled, when ze was still discovering what rebellion was, when the world was still beautiful, and not because it was tragic, but because it was a perfect clockwork of creation, and ze respected that. Castiel when the world was beautiful and hearts didn’t hurt, because ze hadn’t found hir heart yet. Castiel, the good little angel, who just wanted to love- everything.
[echoes of eleven blowing up cybermen to get information in the distance]
People who don’t love Nine are the dumbest.
People think that Nine is dark sullen and a killer. They’re wrong. Nine not dark. He’s light and happy and in love. He wear a leather jacket and is the closest Doctor the the Time War but he is not dark. He is a light person who is fighting his dark past. He knows what he’s done and is fighting to write his wrongs. He just wants everyone to live.
Eleven on the other hand is the exact opposite. People think he’s a puppy in a fez. They’re wrong. He is not happy and joyful. He’s careless. He is having adventures while ruining lives and killing people. He is the man who forgets. He has forgotten the pain he felt after what he did and now is so comfortable killing.
He doesn’t remember Nine. Nine, the Doctor with depression. Nine, the Doctor who fell in love with an nineteen year old shop girl who didn’t need a magic back story to be special. Nine, the Doctor who went and saved his friends without killing. Nine, the Doctor who chose to lose instead of causing loss.
Nine chooses to give up being a god. Eleven pretends he is a god. Nine would make a merciful god. Eleven acts like a vengeful god. Nine is a puppy in a leather jacket. Eleven is a a killer in a fez.
Wow, that just summed up my feelings on where Doctor Who has gone better than anything else I’ve read.
listen up for a sec ok because nothing makes me happier than seeing misha collins, who was bullied as a kid and who grew up poor and who genuinely believes he doesn’t deserve to get positive attention, being in a place where he is loved and respected and praised for being himself
where he’s physically and emotionally embraced by other actors who he’s never actually met, where he gets invited to special non-spn panels in recognition of how much he is loved by his fans, where he can just be himself in all his witty, nerdy ridiculous glory
nothing makes me happier
“Last memory, huh? Glad I saved the best for last.”
Excuse me while I cry my face off.
Scarlett Johansson for the Huffington Post [x]
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'Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen.
Loneliest creatures in the Universe.' -The Doctor
#DEAN DIED#SO WHEN CAS VISITS HIS GRAVE HE JUST BREAKS DOWN#SO TERRIBLY HEARTBROKEN#NOTHING LEFT TO LIVE FOR#SO HE TURNS INTO STONE#IN THE HOPE THAT SOME DAY#DEAN WILL COME BACK AGAIN#LIKE HE ALWAYS DOES#BUT HE DOESNT - ewdean
In the cemetery in a small town in the middle of Kansas, there’s a gravestone with a peculiarity to it. The statue of an angel lies there, slumped over, weeping.
The townspeople like to tell stories about the angel. They say the angel’s lover was buried there, and the angel was so heartbroken that he turned to stone, lacking the motivation to move ever again without his lover to move with him.
People go missing there, sometimes, in the graveyard. Parents warn their children never to go alone, to be careful, because people go in to mourn their loved ones and they don’t come back.
-January 24, 1979-
Emma Grey views the hospital around her and blinks. She’s sprawled on the ground, confused. Emma wipes the tears off her face and stands up. She’d been walking to her recently passed father’s grave to talk to him and give him her weekly flowers but now – where was she?
“Shhh, let’s get you to the nursery. You’ll be fine, sweetie. We just need to get you checked out and then you can go back to Mommy.” A nurse hurries past Emma, pushing a cart with a crying child down the hall.
Michael blinks, confused. He’d been walking with Mommy, to visit where Anna was sleeping in the ground, but Mommy got mad after he asked when his sister would be back and Mommy scared him when she was sad-angry like that, so he ran off. But now there was a big orange and yellow fire eating up the house in front of him. Michael turns around and around, trying to find the familiarity of the stone rows and fresh flowers, but all he sees is the house and the firefighters in their big suits and look, there was another boy! He was running out of the house carrying a bundle of blankets and Michael tries to call out to him but the boy doesn’t turn around.
–July 14th, 2002–
One moment, he was standing in front of his mother’s grave, and the next, Thomas Fox was pacing the pavement in front of a shitty motel. He blinked, dazed, taking in his surroundings as two young men argue several yards away. One of them is carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder and he’s yelling.
“Dean, this is my choice. I told you I want a normal life and Stanford–”
“Shut up, Sammy.” The shorter one - Dean - seems to hesitate and then he embraces the other man. Thomas isn’t sure but he thinks they both might be shaking.
–September 18th, 2008–
Her palms have suddenly been sliced by broken glass and Ingrid blinks rapidly, trying to wash away tears of pain and grief. She’s in some kind of supply store, an abandoned one judging by the glass everywhere, and fuck she cannot deal with this right now. All she wanted was to call Leah and tell her about the most recent insane development in her life but Leah was just a hole in the ground now and - Ingrid lets out another sob and pulls herself up, avoiding the shattered glass while she walks to the door.
–May 4th, 2056–
The cemetery is old and crumbling now. The woman, bones brittle with age, hobbles to the middle of the graveyard and raises a bony hand to what once was the statue of an angel. It’s almost as if the feathers on it’s wings have fallen out. Castiel, she whispers. It took years of research and conversations with shady people in shadier alleys, but she’d figured it out eventually.
This statue is utterly broken. What must once have been powerful and indestructible is turned to stone, to dust. She crouches, paining her old knees, and brushes the dirt from the grave. It wasn’t unmarked after all; the shadows of Castiel’s stone trenchcoat merely hid it.
Castiel, she breathes again. Castiel, he was saved the moment his soul and your grace embraced. Do not mourn, for heaven has granted him all the paradise it could. Rejoice, for he only waits for you to join him and complete it.
Emma Grey walks away and does not look back, knowing only stone feathers remain.
–the righteous man–
I wanna shake your hand and punch your face at the same time
you HAD TO make it sadder, right? I MEAN I DREW THAT SHIT WHAT MADE YOU THINK I NEEDED THIS IN MY LIFE
What the hell is wrong with you people? :( Isn’t the damn show enough heartbreaking?