“Jack.” Castiel whispered his name. Not the name of his birth, a name chosen for a time and place far away. A name he’d expected to discard as soon as he finished using it. But the name had clung to him, had taken roots. It was the name the Doctor had called him, and Rose. The name he had died carrying. The name he had taken into another century and eventually to meeting his very namesake. It was as much a part of him now as the strap on his wrist and the coat on his shoulders and the never-ending life in his blood and bones. And on Castiel’s lips it was a prayer and a promise. [x]
iamianto gave me a fantastic prompt and I ran with it:
The Sound of Wings – The sound of wings could thrill him almost as much as the sound of the TARDIS…
you’re stuck living with your icon for a month have fun
mild bit of personal in regards to bullying:
I hadn’t realized until I watched that episode how much of a trigger bullying is for me. I mean, I was a badly picked on little kid and I know I still have a bucket of crap from the way I was treated, but seeing the way Sam was getting picked on just brought all of those emotions right back to the surface. And I wrote a damned fic about Dean getting bullied.
Still, interesting that even 25 years after the fact, seeing a little kid get picked on just brings all that gut-wrenching fear back to the surface. And mine was never physical, but getting told by your peers every single day that you’re stupid and ugly and worthless wears on a person…
i’ll shut up and stop being emo now.
WAIT WHERE ARE YOU MEETING JOHN?
I’m going to Dallas Comic Con October 5 & 6. And I’ve already bought my photo op ticket 😀
