kayliemalinza asked: “#but I guess now #all the angels #are on the no fly list” excuse u
we’re terribly sorry, but you can’t put your disobedient child in the stowaway luggage, you’re just going to have to carry on your wayward son
Get out.
(via serricoj)
i wish spn would decree no more killing the winchesters and bringing them back
heaven, hell, all of the various deities tell the winchesters to go fuck themselves
no one is helping you out anymore
make peace with mortality because we’re not here for your shit anymore
you just made me want the fic where all major dimension-rulers are playing hot potato with the winchesters because augh no don’t give them to me, they belong in your afterlife!!!! and earth is the only place where enough people have claims that they can all pretend samndean are somebody else’s problem. immortality through universal disdain
I swear I will bring against you
Strangers, the most ruthless of nations.
They shall unsheathe their swords
Against your prized shrewdness,
And they shall strike down your splendor.
They shall bring you down to the Pit;
In the heart of the sea you shall die
The death of the slain.
Will you still say, “I am a god”
Before your slayers,
When you are proved a man, not a god,
At the hands of those who strike you down?Ezekiel 28:7—9.
#I will however say that something people tend to forget (both in Show and in IRL theological debates) is #that God is not just the sweet and fluffy Lord of love and redemption; God is also Yahweh Elohim the Lord of Armies #God isn’t just your protector; God is the celestial force of fucking shit up #And to be honest? If you argue that God is omnipotent and then argue that God has no control over the forces of evil? I question your logic #I would like you to listen to yourself and how you are disproving your own case #What we perceive as ‘Evil’ clearly has a purpose in a universe with a God (like SPN’s universe); #if Evil had no purpose then God would get rid of it because omnipotence
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![Railing at Tumblr right now because it only lets me Like something once. Your Bible-era SPN headcanons: PLEASE DO GO ON. :D — serricoj
Disclaimer: I am not a Biblical scholar nor a particularly reverent person. Assume this God does not mean your God.
OKAY THIS GOT REALLY LONG I APOLOGIZE FOR THE DELAY AND ALSO FOR THE DEPTH OF MY EMOTIONS
BUT LET’S BEGIN[[MORE]]
So wait, when exactly do the angels lose their dad? 8.21 makes it sound like it was a lot earlier than previously supposed. God was around at least to create humanity, and according to Samifer he stuck around long enough to tell the angels to bow down before them. After that—what? Did God check out as soon as that last commandment was out of his mouth? Was Lucifer’s rebellion already a desperate need for attention, the first symptom of the anguish that swept the ranks when they realized what they’d lost?
But for maximum pain, let’s assume not, because what I want to see is this: God, puttering around this blue marble he’s taken a shine to (even as he’s pulling Metatron aside and saying, write as I tell you, and Metatron asking what’s a demon)—God seeing the upright apes that those poetic fish turned into and saying yes, these ones, and blowing souls like glass into each of them, and declaring it good. And God, in that ineffable way, deciding to see what happens when he asks his wavelengths of intent to love something other than himself.
(The question of why he does this is an essay in itself. Maybe this is the same jealousy we see in the ten commandments, and God wants the angels to soothe his insecurity. Maybe, like some combination of the Gospel of Judas and the Good Guy Lucifer meme, the role of an adversary was necessary to allow for free will. Does Lucifer fail the test? Or is he the only one to pass?)
But then God pulls a John Winchester and says to Michael, “If your brother will not obey, you must cast him down.”
And then God peaces the fuck out.
So then you’re Michael, right, and you’re going “what the fuck” and “hell no” and also “I have to I have to” but mostly “wait dad come back what am I supposed to do?” And so maybe you don’t do anything, because what if he was just kidding, no way would he throw over your brightest brother for those little two-eyed pink things, he’ll probably be back any minute to set everything straight. You’re a faithful son, and so when dad hasn’t been home in a few days you go searching for him.
Meanwhile Lucifer books it, because the last person you want a beatdown from is Michael and no matter what Michael feels he’ll do what their father tells him. And Lucifer’s smart, so he hides out the last place Michael would think to look for him: Earth. And so there he is, sitting in a garden, watching these disgusting imitations of God in their fleshy shells and thinking, no way can I love these more than my father, and meaning, no way can my father love these more than me—but God’s gone.
(I’ll come back to Eden.)
But though Adam and Eve are shooed away and locked out of their garden, nobody spares a glance for Lucifer. God doesn’t swoop down to condemn him a second time. Why would his father tell Michael to kill him if he can profane the very things he’s meant to worship and nothing happens? So Lucifer goes back to Heaven, ready for attention no matter what kind, and finds that Michael, too, is gone.
Lucifer loses his shit. He riles up an army, decrying God as a tyrant and Michael as his mindless executioner, and plenty of angels who are frightened and hurting take up his cause. If God refuses to rule us, he says, we will learn to rule ourselves. And if God won’t come back and fight, what about Michael? What of God’s champion? Has he abandoned the angels too?
(Michael, scouring the dust clouds of the furthest galaxy, hears Lucifer calling him. But he falters.)
So there’s Lucifer laying siege to the citadel, and half the angels are fighting because they don’t know what else to do but that gets them killed just as dead as the ones fighting for their beliefs. I think this is probably the first time any of them have really used their swords—certainly the first time on each other—and of course so little else can hurt them, it hasn’t sunk in yet that this kind of dead is for real. The host has been a steady size for eons, but they’re swiftly becoming their own extinction event.
But Michael still isn’t back and so it’s Raphael who says man, fuck this, and pulls Gabriel out of his horrified paralysis so the two of them can slap together a defense. Gabriel is inventive and Raphael is fierce and really, having anyone in charge at all makes enough of a difference that what’s happening can now be described as a war rather than a slaughter. But Lucifer is still winning, and angels are dying left and right, and God still hasn’t come home.
And then Michael comes back.
He has not found God. He has not found peace or acceptance or closure. But he is going to stop questioning and do what God commanded, because God commanded it. (Maybe, if he stops doubting, God will see that he has done well, and return.) Michael appears on the battlefield with his sword aflame and there’s a reason Lucifer ran from this, because Michael’s wrath is magnificent.
But now here Lucifer is just grinning at him, like this is some enormous joke, like they’re still on the same side, and how dare he? Lucifer’s insolence is what sent their father away in the first place—Michael is clear on this point now—and when Michael takes the first swing, it’s because he can’t stand knowing that his current adversary was his favorite brother.
It’s a fucking spectacular fight. The rest of the war has nearly stopped just so everyone can watch the two archangels. Forty days and forty nights, they’re shredding planets and spawning comets in their wake, and by the end they’ve forgotten the swords and just started tearing at each other with bare limbs. No one can deal more damage than someone who used to love you.
But Michael’s righteousness sustains him just those few beats longer than Lucifer’s arrogance, and then the flaming sword is at Lucifer’s neck. Michael has the chance to kill him right there. But again he hesitates, and Gabriel says Michael wait, and for a second Michael considers just holding his out hand to pull Lucifer up and laughing like it never happened. Someone, ineffably, waits for him to choose.
No. God told Michael to cast Lucifer down and therefore cast down he must be. But “cast down” doesn’t mean dead, right? (Michael can still barely conceive of death. Much less a world without his brother in it.) So he digs down into Earth’s dark places and makes a cage that would hold any angel, even himself, and he sets six hundred and sixty-six seals on it. And when he throws his brother into that pit, Michael calls his father’s task complete.
(Raphael, watching, thinks no one builds in that many loopholes unless they intend to sneak through one themselves.)
OKAY I’M CUTTING MYSELF OFF THERE BUT I HAVE MORE DON’T ENCOURAGE ME](http://25.media.tumblr.com/5023e214fca0ce1af1bdef7f75457b5c/tumblr_mmm9qzS76Q1qcsx4do1_500.png)
Railing at Tumblr right now because it only lets me Like something once. Your Bible-era SPN headcanons: PLEASE DO GO ON. :D — serricoj
Disclaimer: I am not a Biblical scholar nor a particularly reverent person. Assume this God does not mean your God.
OKAY THIS GOT REALLY LONG I APOLOGIZE FOR THE DELAY AND ALSO FOR THE DEPTH OF MY EMOTIONS
BUT LET’S BEGIN
♛: my “FOREVER” pairing
♔: my “sometimes” pairing (if i’m in the mood)
旦: my “friends-with-benefits” pairing
☆: my “adele” pairing (“WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAALL”)
☁: my “angst” pairing
✖: my “hate sex” pairing
۞: my “working on it” pairing
ℨ: my favorite threesome
☄: my “crack” pairing
ಠ_ಠ my “what what what are you doing” pairing
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Omg, my Sunday school teachers are rolling in their as-yet-unoccupied graves but I would be SO SO SO into the old testament from the pov of the angels who are wrecking shit in the name of their father. Michael is going to take over this shitty universe, and by god he is going to start with this ragtag little band in the middle of a desert where he remembers a garden. He sees them leaving goats in the wilderness for Azazel and he pretends not to recognize the name of a fallen brother. They pray for rain and he covers the sand with floods. (Michael hates deserts. They are barren and windy and all the empty spaces look like Lucifer.)
(Maybe he chose Israel because when he told Abraham to sacrifice his firstborn son, Abraham was ready to do it. That, Michael knows, is what fatherly love truly looks like.)
And meanwhile omg Lucifer, kickin’ it Paradise Lost style, trying to shepherd the other fallen angels into something like what they left behind, even as Heaven is completely reshaping itself so nothing like Lucifer can ever happen again. Cheer up, troops! Hell may be the absence of God, but that’s not exactly different than Heaven, is it? (The absence of their family is not something anyone talks about.) Lucifer is the kid trying to throw a party when the parents are out of town, but then everyone gets rowdier than he bargained for and it’s getting late and he wants his house back so he can go to bed but his parents won’t come home. He just wants to get in trouble already, surely something he does will get him in trouble, surely he has earned a stern talking-to from some higher power than his older brother, surely he hasn’t just been left to pretend this is what he wanted forever?
THE POOR ANGELS. Of course Naomi started taking matters into her own hands. sjkdhfsKSFJLHADNF what if the memory wipes started out as a kindness? She was their Giver, the one who remembered things so her siblings didn’t have to, but then she saw how much good could be done if she intervened before the burden became so great that they came to her in broken pieces. They are all of them trying to fix things, but only Naomi can make it like it never happened. This is her duty.
Ion nods, and doesn’t ask when it’s his turn to be healed.
drivingsideways33 asked you: I stalk Las’ blog ALL THE TIME. :) Naomi, oh god, don’t even talk to me about her. She just gets better by the episode. I just want a spin off with all the angel stories, and an occasional Winchester (but not necessary). I think that makes me “not a true fan” ;)
UGH MY KINGDOM FOR A HISTORY OF HEAVEN. I just want to know what happened to all of themmmmm, the archangels trying to keep everyone in hand in the wake of their grief when God leaves, but then Lucifer rebels, then Gabriel runs, and Michael’s grip on the reins has always been too tight. And meanwhile the choirs of Heaven turned armies, fractioning, all of them throwing themselves into various causes because maybe that way they wouldn’t notice that no one else knows what to do. These new emergent political structures that get built up and torn down as loyalties ebb and flow, and every day their numbers are getting fewer. Something must be done to stop it. ENTER NAOMI.
And like, when Naomi got her job, did it become hers after the previous occupant failed or is this a position she invented for herself because she is the only one who sees a way out of this mess? Was she a foot soldier who clawed her way up the ranks, or did Michael recognize her potential early? Loneliness is an emotion and thus Naomi does not feel it, but she finds herself more efficient when Ion remembers her name. UGH ALL THE ANNA/CAS PARALLELS WITH NAOMI/ION PLEEEEEEEEASE. When Anna falls, Naomi promises Ion she will never abandon him the cause like that. And then s4, Naomi is so proud when Castiel turns in his traitorous captain, and so she is more lenient than she should be for his next transgression, she returns him to Dean Winchester too quickly and he burns down everything she stands for. She does not intend to repeat that mistake.
There is a reason angels have to say “fear not” when they introduce themselves to humans.
(via poetrytofish)
"Who are you?"
"I'm the one who hauled your ass out of hell.
You're welcome."Reverse!verse DeanCas and you know
Dean will talk like this don't even deny.
okay but you all have read the fic of this that las wrote right
(via thetrollingchaos)
these men are three different people.
FOUR DIFFERENT PEOPLE
NO SUCH THING AS TOO MANY MISHAS.
YOU MEAN FIVE DIFFERENT PEOPLE
Actually, you probably mean six different …. people.
WHEN DID MEG GET A TUMBLR
The river hiccups like a zipper on an old coat.
Castiel’s search for God is not going well.
(Source: luciferious, via sammylikesitrough)
