Hey, the name's Kit, I'm 14 and I'm a massive fangirl. I'd like to call myself an artist… Any one can request something, and I'll draw it for them!!
So basically I'm just going to put up things that I like or I find interesting! Also some original art!! (so get ready for a lot of fandom stuff)
ok lame introduction...
“Hey Cas?” Sam walks through the bunker, looking for the angel.
“Hello, Sam,” Castiel says quietly.
Sam stops short. “Cas, what are you doing?
“I found this animal outside and it followed me,” Cas says, referring to the tiny, blue bird that’s perched on his shoulder, cocking its tiny head to look at him.
“It followed you?” Sam asks, pulling out a chair across from Cas at the table. He sits forward, studying the tiny creature as it nestles on the angel’s shoulder, tucking it’s tiny head into its wings. It lets out a soft chirp and fluffs out its feathers like a blanket.
“I believe it senses that I am a heavenly being,” Cas explains as if it’s the simplest concept ever. He takes a deep breath and sits back in his chair. The tiny bird shifts slightly and makes another chirping noise.
“That bird is tiny, Cas. If it gets back to its mother and it smells like a human-like your vessel-it could die,” Sam points out, looking concernedly at the blue lump against the tan of the coat.
“The bird says they know I’m an angel,” Cas says, his goofy, completely unaware smile gracing his face.
“You speak bird now? Or you’re making excuses because you want to keep it?”
“I’m not sure, Sam,” Cas says, ruffling the bird’s feathers gently with his finger.
Sam rolls his eyes. “Is this because we said you couldn’t have a Guinea pig?”
what if the only reason we can’t walk through mirrors is because our reflection blocks us
what if they’re protecting us though
what if they know that the other side is horrifying and painful and they are trying to keep us from ever crossing over
I must be on the wrong side of the mirror then
maybe you’re the reflection.
this needs to be a book.