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lightsaroundyourvanity:

anobviousaside:

claire + possession
it’s been too long since i’ve reminded you guys of my claire fixation


When an angel vacates its vessel, it leaves traces of grace behind.
Nobody taught Claire this. Nobody thought she’d needed to know. She’d figured it out for herself, when she’d gone looking for answers to why she sometimes woke up screaming, or why her soul felt half a step out of synch with her form.
She’d gotten her answer: Angel grace. Like divine ectoplasm, just the crap they leave behind. And to that, Claire doesn’t know what to say or to think. She wonders if her dad had felt like this in the face of angels: bitter, resentful resignedness. She’d seen behind the curtain and it was… well, it wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t even very wise, at least not in the all-knowing, restful way she’d been taught Heaven should be. There had been doubt, and rage, and sick confused grief.
So she asks herself, is this all there is? And realizes it’s not even an existential answer she holds any more; it is literal, concrete, truth. It makes her laugh sharp and then sink.
Claire still goes to church. She even holds her mother’s hand. But when she says, hail Mary, full of grace, she wants to laugh and sink again.
Did Mary feel the wash of ichor, brushed under her skin in a susurrus? Or the black shadow it cast, that chasm of truth that made her fondly remember faith?
If she did, Claire pities her, as she pities herself, sullen and aimless.
And yet there’s power to celestial grace that Claire cannot ignore. It echoes the brief moment when an angel lived inside her skin, great and terrible and terrible and bright. It seeps into her dreams, where she drowns in a dazzling light, and into her bones, where it squeezes until she feels like she might shatter.
Untaught, unwanted, unnecessary: Claire is an empty vessel. The angels have forgotten, but she’s reminded every day.

lightsaroundyourvanity:

anobviousaside:

claire + possession

it’s been too long since i’ve reminded you guys of my claire fixation

When an angel vacates its vessel, it leaves traces of grace behind.

Nobody taught Claire this. Nobody thought she’d needed to know. She’d figured it out for herself, when she’d gone looking for answers to why she sometimes woke up screaming, or why her soul felt half a step out of synch with her form.

She’d gotten her answer: Angel grace. Like divine ectoplasm, just the crap they leave behind. And to that, Claire doesn’t know what to say or to think. She wonders if her dad had felt like this in the face of angels: bitter, resentful resignedness. She’d seen behind the curtain and it was… well, it wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t even very wise, at least not in the all-knowing, restful way she’d been taught Heaven should be. There had been doubt, and rage, and sick confused grief.

So she asks herself, is this all there is? And realizes it’s not even an existential answer she holds any more; it is literal, concrete, truth. It makes her laugh sharp and then sink.

Claire still goes to church. She even holds her mother’s hand. But when she says, hail Mary, full of grace, she wants to laugh and sink again.

Did Mary feel the wash of ichor, brushed under her skin in a susurrus? Or the black shadow it cast, that chasm of truth that made her fondly remember faith?

If she did, Claire pities her, as she pities herself, sullen and aimless.

And yet there’s power to celestial grace that Claire cannot ignore. It echoes the brief moment when an angel lived inside her skin, great and terrible and terrible and bright. It seeps into her dreams, where she drowns in a dazzling light, and into her bones, where it squeezes until she feels like she might shatter.

Untaught, unwanted, unnecessary: Claire is an empty vessel. The angels have forgotten, but she’s reminded every day.

♥ 1800 — 3 hours ago on 20 Sep 2014 — via womenofsupernatural (source)

keylimepie:

iamladyloin:

nyooms:

i-want-cheese:

How to balance a checkbook

why is this on my dash. what the fuck im not 40 

Honestly you should start doing this when you start working.

Simple strategies like this should be taught in school. I don’t understand why there isn’t a class that covers taxes, saving strategies, investing, credit, cover letters, etc. Simple things that will cause your schooling to be worthless if you fail at them.

♥ 194516 — 10 hours ago on 20 Sep 2014 — via berepah (source)

menthol-drops-and-angel-wings:

tardis-mind-palace:

angelproofed:

How Dean Winchester says I love you.

I JUST REALISED HE NEVER ACTUALLY SAYS IT OH SHIT LET ME DIE

HE HAS ONLY EXPLICITLY SAID IT ONCE ON CANON AND IT WAS ON DARK SIDE OF THE MOON WHEN HE WAS IN HIS PRE-MARY’S DEATH HEAVEN AND HE HUGS HER AND TELLS HER HE LOVES HER RIP MY HEART OUT PLEASE

♥ 50864 — 11 hours ago on 20 Sep 2014 — via does-it-really-really-matter (source)
♥ 1288 — 20 hours ago on 20 Sep 2014 — via padaleckhi (source)

I’ve mastered the art of shutting people off.

♥ 2505 — 20 hours ago on 20 Sep 2014 — via scottmycall (source)
#nichols  #oitnb  

minduiquitelikehope:

Twelfth Doctor + Manifesto

"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night”

♥ 1935 — 22 hours ago on 19 Sep 2014 — via impossibleheroes (source)
#dw  #twelve  
♥ 467 — 22 hours ago on 19 Sep 2014 — via deanwinchesterdaily (source)
#dean  #spn  

softywolf:

girls don’t like boys girls like 30k smut fics and grilled cheese

♥ 3146 — 22 hours ago on 19 Sep 2014 — via whatladybird (source)
#same  
the-inspired-lesbian:

Love and Lesbians ♡

the-inspired-lesbian:

Love and Lesbians ♡

♥ 150 — 22 hours ago on 19 Sep 2014 — via the-inspired-lesbian

wiseyoungravenclaw:

Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.

♥ 39929 — 22 hours ago on 19 Sep 2014 — via ulmovalaofwater (source)
#hp  #holla