Candle Or Flame?

“Sins of the flesh” Prologue!!

Hello everyone, I’ve been writing a new fic, so I figured I would post the prologue here in case anyone who views my blog would enjoy reading it! I hope you like the prologue, I’ll include the link to the fic here! Ao3 ink: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/97482780 Wattpad link: https://www.wattpad.com/1222916487-sins-of-the-flesh-prologue --Prologue-- John Winchester was a righteous man; he was well-known throughout his community as an excellent priest and had seen most people every Sunday throughout their entire lives. He was known to be a very loving and selfless man, though many knew that dwindled slightly after the death of his wife. This is also the time he began hunting, leaving his young sons alone for days at a time and only returning for Sunday mass; no other adult knew of his hunting. No one knew what exactly had happened to the priest’s wife, the priest did not discuss it, but everyone knew that there must have been a truly horrifying sight involved; see, John kept his eldest son, Dean, blindfolded with a black satin cloth after the death of his mother. The boy never seemed overly bothered by it, although it was a little difficult to navigate through different places and do different tasks blindly at first. Since he was four, no one within the town had seen the boy without the blindfold on, and he was always wearing clothing that covered his entire body; his father did not take his sons out very often, and thus the only time the town people ever even saw them was at church. Most of the time, if you attempted to speak to Dean, he would not speak; his younger brother, Sam, however, would constantly go on delighting rants about whatever he was currently learning in school. What the people did not know is the purpose of the blindfold; unsurprisingly, neither did Dean, but he followed his father’s orders blindly as he was raised to. His father told him to put on the blindfold, he did. His father told him to stay quiet, he did. His father told him to hold out his arms so he could inflict bruises on them whenever he was out of order… he did. He saw his father as a hero, and it seemed no matter what the ma did to him, Dean always trusted his judgement. John knew the reason for the blindfold, though, and why only his oldest son needed it; it was to keep him holy, keep his soul pure, to stop him from falling into the sinful romance and lust with a man. You see after his wife had died, a being came to him and told him that the earth was a cruel and horrid place; it told him that if he was able to keep his oldest son pure, if he was able to keep him from falling in love with a man as he was fated to, then God would use him as vivisection for all his angels see so that they may aid him with creating more righteous beings for the earth. Delighted, John had not questioned the gold-eyed being, for he believed it was an angel, and thus did everything in his power to bend the fates of his son by engraving the belief that death would feel like waking up from a nightmare, that when he passed, Dean would be used as a model for all righteous beings to come if only he could keep away from lustful desires and the sin of a male lover. John Winchester was a fool; you cannot bend the fates, cannot change the course that life has given you to follow. The man who thinks himself God will undoubtedly be struck down, for he is an impersonator attempting to steal the power of another.

Night before christmas - twisted tale

Twas the night before christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were ripping and tied to a chair, Sat poor St. Nicholas, who had abbandoned his cheer.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief and pa in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

But out in the sitting room was the eldest son, despaired, he stood before St. Nick with a long, cold stare.

"You have made up a holiday and stolen into my home" "And now you must face the wrath of Steve, Bobby and I, Gerome" With that out sprang two other young people Glaring at St.Nicholas with looks that spelled "evil"

"You dress up in red and bring toys for children" "Yet we know not who you are, or where you have been." "So there shall be no milk and cookies tonight for you, villain." And thus St.Nick regretted his decission; of breaking into this house on the night before Christmas.

Your art is amazing and I love your AU, OP

self-indulgent AU where Flug and BH are on casual terms. Not even a ship at this point I just want Flug to get a promotion

I think there was a fanfic with this premise at some point but idk

Remembering a lost love.

Coffee_Sigh.Rho. · Playlist · 68 songs

Another playlist I made :) Photography on the cover does not belong to me.

Introductory to books

Tacita corvus

Two boys, danger lurking on the alleyways, a mysterious sickness that continues to spread, and a shit ton of trauma. Cole, my main character, is mute as a result of his trauma, and is befriended by Sigmund Vasily, a boy who simply cannot shut up. Cole is on the run from the blashemi unum, but can he solve the mystery of the illness before he is caught, before his loved ones perish?

Cold Coffee

Two university students, six letters, one cold-case, and time that is running out.Vincent and Christopher have been bestfriends since highschool, and are now roommates who plan on becoming forensic psychologists (Vince) and forensic photographers (Chris)During a nostalgic trip, they uncover a cold case and are promised possitions in their chosen fileds if they are capable enough to solve it; but when the supposed dead murderer begins another line of crime, it’s a race against the clock before they too become victims.

Just an amazing comic my an amazing artist 

i can’t stop thinking about @ehlihr‘s teacher!jon au i couldnt NOT draw something for it

I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute. Yes, I'm a genius.

Dr.Spencer Reid; Criminal Minds, season 1 episode 1 - extreme aggressor

Playlist #1

My personal favourite playlist; I did not make it, I found it on youtube. https://youtu.be/jhX-2wYCjxI

This is how my lover’s voice sounds... never has their voice been any less sweet than honey, or less gentle than the wind blowing through a field of lavender. I do not deserve him, and yet he is mine, and for that I am forever greatful.

Re-blogging for the vine.