nevver:

Calvin and Hobbes

amonitrate:

veneredirimmel:

amonitrate:

siterlas:

liminalzone:

bluebeyond:

I’ll follow you whether it’s Hell, Earth, or Purgatory.

If there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

I HOPE EVERYONE REALIZES THAT CAS JUST LEFT TO GET SOMETHING IMPORTANT. HE’S COMING BACK.

 #I JUST WANT EVERYONE TO BE SURE OF THIS

My favorite explanations include 1) he’s going to take care of an immediate danger and then coming back in a moment to take Dean away, or 2) HE GOT KIDNAPPED BY ANGRY DEAD ANGELS. In case of the second, I’m not averse to Dean and Cas spending their time in purgatory desperately trying to find each other again. 

ALL THE MONSTERS.

I kind of like it if Cas freaked out, like he’s been doing the last few episodes, and ended up in another part of Purgatory by accident. He pops back as Dean’s running from things he can’t even see and is like UH, WHOOPS. 

although kidnapped by dead angels is possibly even better. maybe it’s Anna. Maybe she’s been in purgatory a long time. Maybe she’s different now.

I love, love, love, the idea of all of them - Dean, Sam, and Cas - being separated and alone. 

YES YES ME TOO. I really want this to not be resolved in one episode, show! I realize the budget for portraying purgatory might not be in the cards, but SCARY DARK WOODS works fine for me. Really. I can go with that. THERE ARE LOTS OF TREES UP IN VANCOUVER, IS ALL I’M SAYING. 

I am confused by the theories that Cas zapped out to tell Sam what’s going on, because did we not spend ALL OF S6 and the first ep of s7 on how impenetrable Purgatory is? On how, in order to access it, Cas had to go on a huge, morally suspect quest that ended in a ritual that cannot be repeated on demand without the assistance of far greater mojo than he possesses?

Besides, I really love very much the idea that Cas is just as stuck as Dean is, especially in conjunction with the idea of Purgatory being where angels go when they die, because, as mentioned above, ANGRY DEAD ANGELS. Like ANNA. And RACHEL. And URIEL. And BALTHAZAR. And GABRIEL. And HESTER. And, hey, ZACHARIAH. Heck, THE GARRISON. (Mostly ANNA and RACHEL, though, for me, because their possibilities were nowhere close to being explored when they died, and I WANT THOSE STORIES.) Because Cas may have pulled it together enough to help Dean kill Dick, but he’s still, as Dean noted, broken, and has yet to face up to what he did to his family (see the bit in ‘Reading Is Fundamental’ when he could only talk to Hester about his stint as Godstiel in the third person), and if he meets his siblings in Purgatory, I want him to have to face them. I want him to have no choice, to be unable to deflect and distract and avoid the way he could on Earth because a) there’s nowhere for him to blip away to, and b) there are no bees in Purgatory.

So, basically, YES, I want Dean and Cas’s adventures in Purgatory to extend over multiple episodes—and for those adventures to be equally balanced by Sam (and Jody! And hopefully Kevin!)’s various smart yet increasingly desperate efforts to get them out—so that we can address ALL THE DANGLING DEAD-RECURRING-CHARACTER THREADS. ALL OF THEM.

PLEASE. :D?

askendcas:

“Cain said to the Lord, ‘My punishment is too great to bear! Behold, You have driven me this day from the face of the ground; and from Your face I will be hidden, and I will be a vagrant and a wanderer on the earth, and whoever finds me will kill me.’But the Lord said to him, ‘Not so; anyone who kills Cain will suffer vengeance seven times over.’ Then the Lord put a mark on Cain so that no one who found him would kill him.”  [Genesis 4:13-15]

The mirror is the best breeder. On lucky nights it returned me my face as if it were bestowing a proud honour: this is the face that launched a thousand nights of love. This is the trap that lured the archangel into your bed: this is the precarious instrument that pulls polestars to you.

But sometimes, alone, it caught my two eyes like butterflies on pins, and showed me a face about to be submerged by tears, hounded back to the sterility of its own counsel, when the day of wrath, now avalanching into the present, should arrive.

—By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, Elizabeth Smart

Who were the female saints, I say, and how did they manage to fill their beds with God? How can any woman from this empty world construct communication with heaven? Then, sitting down on a stone with the lie of Wordsworth’s life under my arm, I ask myself, What is love?, dissecting it in my most pedantic words, assuring myself that all that blood was spilt to make me a philosopher.

—By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, Elizabeth Smart

So clearly, artistic photo editing is not an area in which I am possessed of an overabundance of Skillz, but guys, guys, you GUYS, the ladies of Da Vinci’s Inquest are AMAZING and I want you to BEHOLD THEM.*

Top row, left to right: Detective Angela Kosmo (Venus Terzo), Detective Rose Williams (Kim Hawthorne), Helen [no last name given] (Sarah Strange).

Middle row, left to right: Doctor Sunita “Sunny” Ramen (Suleka Mathew), Sergeant Sheila Kurtz (Sarah-Jane Redmond), Doctor Maria Donato (Alisen Down).

Bottom row, left to right: Detective Marla [no last name given] (Kandyse McClure), Detective Suki Taylor (Camille Sullivan), Sue Lewis (Emily Perkins).

Each of them is intelligent, competent, driven, savvy, and successful. (That last one’s kind of relative with Sue, who is, after all, a junkie hooker. But when she sets out to do something, she does it, often with exceptionally brazen amounts of follow-through.) Almost all of them have steely moral centres (Kurtz will bend hers on occasion to facilitate her own necessities, and Sue’s tends to be…fluid), and almost all of them are compassionate without falling prey to sentimentality. (Angie gets tripped up that way only when it comes to Sue. And Sue is just a few steps shy of a sociopath, so she tends not to be particularly compassionate at all.) Every one of them is a fully-formed person with distinct personalities, goals, lives, histories, friends, enemies.

Watching them is an absolute pleasure.

*(Although I wanted to include all the major lead and recurring ladies, Patricia, Gabriella, Gina and Claire do not appear because even Google has its limits when it comes to finding images for a Canadian procedural from the CBC that’s been off the air for seven years, apparently. I barely managed to find something vaguely useable for Sunny and Suki, as you can probably tell.)

Lost in the Trees, ‘Garden’.

The peace our music brings
our song is a garden
and what we sing will grow
unlike your killing song
‘cause out your mouth come weeds
and my how the winter will turn the forest grey
it’s so peaceful here
it’s where I think I’ll stay
and as you walk away
I hear you sing
you’re on your own
you kill the peace
our garden brings
oh what sorrow

The birds are hunting
a woman and her painting
and they pick on her chest
but she keeps breathing
I love her more than words
and now that her song
can keep the birds away
it’s so peaceful here
it’s where I think I’ll stay
and as you walk away
I hear you sing
you’re on your own

You kill the peace
our garden brings
oh what sorrow

You burned down my
childhood home
your life is short

You breathe the peace
our garden brings
and we grow

Where (and how) Castiel watches the bees.