brb becoming him
prithee, o great destiel: bear me only pleasant news
when dawn my heart breaks cross’t
pray, sweet picture: paint on my canvasséd soul;
a message more lithe than it’s messenger-
evils turn doth evil’s turn; but one spits my eye,
the other; my shoe- pray, good messr., where you’ll run frew?
o! thine eyes to glitter falsely with dawn’s blue baubles!
o! thine hands haply to clasp in thanks, nigh yet prayer!
o! that you have len’t your knees a’fore your patron as i might the maddona in prattled comfort o’ worship!
o, dear lordship, i lay my head to thine boots, mine suit laid yet lower than the hems of your own! employ this invention of mine, brave weapon: keep up your blade; for the gnashing of dawn’s teardrops do rust all the bright swords!
bear bright pleasants; fine caites and gemstones: no such jades! thrones may be carved of jade; go to, my lord, but see you any such jade lying suit to bear waiting, to hold weight? carry, sweet lordship, tales of higher rounds in the dark valley, where beneath such roads even the pale halv’d light o’ sickened moonlit’s hope does nigh reach!
carry on those red wings of scorching sun fortune, dear destiel- wave that blue and valiant flag of sky before you, and let it cloak all the world’s stage behind!
reblog with your most unhinged jrwi convos!!!
sometimes i have the audacity to think like "oh i dont think being alone so much over break affects me" and then i look back at old screenshots i have.
Ebony Dark’ness, you will always be famous to me
an envelope slides under your door while you are asleep. you wake up. you open it. it says “bra’ad/ugarth teen romance fix-it fic, accidental magic”. the font is slightly larger than the day before. as you finish reading it turns into a sheet of very thin, plastery material and disintegrates at your touch.
a piece of paper labeled “bra’ad/ugarth teen romance fix-it fic” slides under your door. it turns to ash in your hands.
caring about people is very easy and you should do it often btw
yes but consider: if nobody can fact check you, you make the facts.
forever in agony because the part of the JRWI wiki with all The Fated/OG Campaign stuff is nowhere near up to date and doesn't even have transcripts despite the campaign ending in 2021 which makes fic writing so hard like guys please-
cannot fucking believe i finally uploaded the end of OP&J and it killed ao3. my power was simply too much.
Suns out. flowers are blooming. birds are chirping. yaoi shit is happening to me. maybe it'll all be ok