Reverse!verse Sabriel AU
Samuel is assigned to watch over a young soldier, Gabe, whose faith has been shaken by the destruction of war. At Bastogne, the fighting is intense, the weather; unforgiving, and Gabe finds himself questioning everything he believed in as a child. “How can Angels be watching over me?” He asks. “How can I believe in you when my friends are dying without reason, or mercy?” Yet, when Gabe is fatally wounded, a young man appears to him, wielding a blade of perfect metal. He stands over him, wings spread wide and protective as he wards off the gathering Reapers. “You shall not take him. Not today,” the Angel says, bracing himself for an attack. But nothing comes and Gabe, weak with fear and exhaustion, soon feels strong but tender arms embracing him. A warmth spreads across his chest and, suddenly, the grip of death eases. With a fluttering of wings the Angel is gone, leaving only a golden feather in his place.
The “I can’t even comment cause I can’t touch this" line is
"You love hair bows"
"I LOVE HAIR BOWS"
this is my sisters post
no don’t reblog this you potato sack i don’t need your billion followers getting this more notes
EVERYONE REBLOG THIS
When they were kids, Dean always had to hold Sammy’s hand so Sam would never get lost. It was Dean’s duty to look after him, and make sure no one tried to hurt him.
One day, Dean had let Sam go for a moment to look at a toy, what it was escapes Dean now, and he wanted to show Sam the toy, but when he went to look down, Sam was gone. His heart panic, he didn’t know what to do. He started yelling Sam’s over and over until he heard a small child’s cry of, “DEAN!”
In the towering crates of stuffed animals, sat a young Sam, big thick tears falling down his face. They had embraced tightly, and Dean vowed he would never lose Sam again.
It’s all Dean thinks about when he hears Sam yell for him. The little boy with the big eyes full of tears, even as he sees his brother die.
Well he missed a pretty god damn big one didn’t he
u fucked up, Tony
u fucked up big time
you had one job, Tony
what if he did find it though?
what if after the avengers, he just archived the data, fully intending to look at it all later, and then kind of forgot about it because he was too busy trying to tinker his trauma away?
what if after iron man 3 he got bored one day, went through his data banks, found all this damning evidence, and figured it out?
what if he found out during winter soldier and tried to contact someone, but steve and natasha were already underground, fury was faking the dead, hill was with fury, coulson and his team were being held hostage on the plane, clint was nowhere to be found, thor was in asgard, and bruce was on vacation in hawaii?
what if he couldn’t do anything about it because he’d gotten rid of all the suits?
what if he was building one from his old files and going to try to do something about it, but then jarvis brought up the news and all he could do was sit there and watch the helicarriers fall because as good as his tech was, it still couldn’t finish the armor fast enough for him to help?
what if he knew but he couldn’t do a thing to fix it?
If you’re every feeling down, listen to this. Yes it might make you cry, but it will make you smile & feel warm inside.
Casually bringing this back….
I will not cry… I will not cry…
I had no idea how much I needed this until I listened to it. I listened to it three times before I reblogged it. I recently have been struggling in school and I didn’t get a part in the play I auditioned for, and my main escape has been my fandoms-mainly Doctor Who. So this….this just made me feel amazing.
Because as I listened to it, I closed my eyes and imagined the two of us sitting in the TARDIS, with the Doctor reading my writing. My poems, my stories, my characters, everything. And then he says these things as he reads. It just….it made me feel so much better, and I didn’t even know I was feeling sad.
I guess it’s also partly because I’ve been feeling like my writing isn’t very good lately. In RPing, in English class, in my fanfiction, and in my other creative writing stories and poems. I feel like they’ve been getting worse and worse lately, and imagining him, the Doctor, my muse, my hero, reading my writing and complimenting me on it, it just….it made me feel really special. And now I’m crying. And that’s good, I guess.
I like how everyone seems like they’re dead tired and Thor’s just there going
'om nom nom this is a shawarma nom nom nom'
Notice how Clint and Natasha seemed to have appropriated half of each others’ chairs.
and I think Tony is just realizing that he literally died and was scared back to life by the man to his left
and steve, being the senior citizen, is simply nodding off
Also, the dude behind the counter just nonchalantly making shawarma for the goddamn Avengers like they come in every day.
#meanwhile loki is outside tied to the bike rack with mjolnir on his chest
I’ve reblogged this about five times already and I dont plan on stopping
How can I not reblog this!?
LAND OF THE FREE
HOME OF THE PRETTY
AND THE PINK CROC’S PINK GLARE
THE HATERS BURSTING IN AIR,
GAVE PROOF THROUGH THE NIGHT
THAT NO FUCKS WERE GAVE THERE
im dying lololol
if you dont want this on your blog i’m judging you
Rubeus Remus Potter. You were named after the only two people at Hogwarts who seemed to give shit about me, because come on who else would I name you after? A verbally abusive dickbag who was in love with my mum and gave me shit all my life and someone who convinced a bunch of children that they needed to be soldiers? What kind of awful aspirations would that make you end up having? Come on son I’m not an idiot…