whynot | perhaps it is a pizza delivery kind of night tonight

Just compiling some tumblr ficlets.

Mishalecki vs. Cellphone

1. For a brief period of time, Jared made it to Misha’s shortlist of people whose 4 AM phone calls he’d actually answer. This was cut short when Jared began to abuse the privilege.

2. Jared’s ringtone on Misha’s phone is “Sensual Seduction”. It used to be “Creep” but Jared changed it when Misha wasn’t looking.

3. When Jared isn’t looking, Misha changes Jared’s default ringtone to John Cage’s “4’33”.

4. This was followed by Jared filling Misha’s voicemail to quota with multiple clips of Samuel L. Jackson yelling at people in various movies, each of which was punctuated with Jared yelling "WHAT HE SAID".

5. One day Jared woke up with a hangover, no memory of last night, and one text from Misha saying ‘yes’. Jared called him and asked what he was saying ‘yes’ to, and Misha’s pause was a little too long. “I don’t remember either,” Misha said, and changed the subject.

Godstiel(/Dean)

What was his Father before He became God? Was He as angry? Did He have much to prove? Perhaps this was God’s true gift to His children: the ability to ascend. To change, but to still carry all you were. Castiel is not an angel, but the things that shaped the angel he was stay with him. He was never human, but the shock of mortality will always haunt his being.

The only undoing is forgetting, but Castiel has a long memory. It is an impediment he can do nothing about. (Could his Father ever change Himself? Did He ever want to?) Inconveniently, Dean Winchester is still a distraction, even in his absence, and perhaps especially because. There is no telling when a memory, an image, some parallel will sideswipe Castiel out of nowhere and suddenly he would falter. His followers would shift uncomfortably, and he would be angry at himself, that he can control the firmaments but he can’t control his heart, that he still has one - not the warm, wet human thing that pumps blood, but the intangible one that cuts him and carries all his sorrows. Was his Father ever so weak? Did his Father ever try to rise beyond Himself, and if yes, why? Was it for love? Why did He create this variable world? Was it for the mourning of love?

God made the world in seven days, but Castiel goes to the edge of the universe and experiments, finding he is able to create one in three. He dissolves it with a thought. It’s not yet time for new worlds. There is still much to be done with this one.

Elias Finch

how many times did you fall in love and how many times did you lose your heart and what was it about this woman that humbled you? what of her gravity pulled you down to your knees and has you thinking, “yes, again,” and what quiet peace, what soft words, what remembered touches in a little cabin you built for the both of you, all thoughts of eternity kept at bay, but then do you get restless, does the weight of the earth make you weary? late at night when she is sleeping, you step outside and shuck off your human trappings and spread your wings, and do you fly, do you soar, do you bow to the thunderbirds on their lonely mountaintops and they tell you, “you know how it is for your kind,” and you say “brother, i know,” but you are thinking of the heart you’ve left in the care of a woman dreaming of your future and you say, “it is worth it, it is always worth it” and these are the same words you’ve told her - “always” - because they are the only words that ring true for a creature cursed with immortality: always, forever, again, again.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. A mini-picspam of the scene at the end of Luther 2x02, YOU KNOW WHICH I MEAN. YOU ALL WATCH LUTHER, RIGHT? You should all watch Luther.

perhaps it is a pizza delivery kind of night tonight

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