a lake in montana whose water is so clear it appears shallow, when really its over 100 feet deep!
this is actually kinda terrifying because what if someone doesn’t know how deep it is, so they go diving and try to swim to the bottom, but they always seem just out of reach, so they just keep swimming… and when they realize something’s wrong it’s too late
Imagine seeing a body at the bottom….
tumblr has the ability to turn everything beautiful into something terrifying
What if you see a skeleton at the bottom of what appears to be a shallow part of the lake. As you dive down to check them out you notice the water is deeper than you originally thought. Much deeper. You come to realize that there is no way these remains could be human, you’re not even half-way down and already the skull already looks bigger than your car
I do believe I got everybody! If I missed you please let me know because nothing else is showing in my activity.
And now it’s bedtime, good night lovelies!
Dean continued to glare at the archangel, not once leaving his glance. “What do you mean?” The hunter was not happy about the antics the other had showed that brought antics and annoyance among the two brothers.
"I-it’s a little hard to explain." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I-I’m not him. I-I was,” He promised not really knowing how to explain. “B-but now I’m not. I-I’m not a trickster and I don’t kill.” That about summed it up he supposed.
Ray looked down at the book, walking up to the stranger, “yeah sure” she nodded, deciding to just take half of the stack, “you want them on the table or are you buying these?” she asked the other, a faint smile.
He let out a breath of relief before blinking in surprise and adjusting the weight in his arms as she took a few of the books. “Th-thank you.” He motioned to the table, “I-I’m just looking for now but with my obsession with books I’ll probably get them all.” He admitted casually. “D-do you read?” He wondered, setting a thick book about angels down on the table.
Antonia grinned at his reaction. It was absolutely adorable how happy the kid was with her creation. “Show off.” She laughed quietly as she watched the fledgling wriggle around in the snow. ”Yours is better, it has proper wings.” She assured him as she went to stand next to his imprint. ” Speaking of wings, should they really be visible right now? Not all humans are as friendly as me.” And it wasn’t just humans she was worried about. The last thing she wanted was him getting hurt.
He blinked up at her before tilting his head in confusion. He hadn’t met many humans. “They aren’t friendly?” A frown crossed his face. “I thought humans were nice. My Daddy made them…they should be nice.” He pouted, remembering all the times when Lucifer had been mean to him, pulling on his feathers and calling his wings tiny. At the memory his wings tightened against his back. “I don’t want them to pull my feathers!” He looked around them just to make sure that there was nobody sneaking up on him.
He desperately wanted to say yes. He was so tired of constantly being afraid, and just wanted to lie down and get a full night’s sleep in a warm place. But he couldn’t just up and trust the guy like that. Not without some kind of proof that Gabriel could do what he claimed to be able to do. For all Gil knew, he could be some psychopath who was going to take him somewhere he claimed to be safe and violently murder him.
"B-before I say yes, I need some kind of proof," he murmured, digging a nail into a groove in the table. "Like, um…can…can angels heal people?"
Gabriel wasn’t surprised by the question but of course Gil had chosen one of the few things he lacked talent in. “Th-they normally can yes. M-my brother was a much better healer than I…I’m able to heal small wounds.” He explained, a little ashamed of himself. “I-I should have paid attention more when he was trying to teach me.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the man. “Wh-why? Are you hurt?”
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[Text: Grave Digger] That wasn’t my intention. I apologize.
[Text: Grave Digger] You worry about me? Aww, aren’t you sweet! ;P I’m fine. I know my limits, thank you though.
[Text: Grave Digger] I like them firmly planted in the ground, you’re right they die too fast otherwise and you can’t really appreciate the beauty of them.
[Text: Grave Digger] Okay that was sappy even for me. Don’t tease me later, it’s late. Or early, depending on how you look at it.
[Text: Grave Digger] That must help. Good. I like food, you humans have an interesting sense of taste and no two humans are alike. It makes for some interesting dishes.
|bribethetrickster: I-I see you can talk now! *Grins* N-no more writing down everything.|
"N-no need for forgiveness, you did tell me." He promised, "B-but sometimes the magic lasts longer than it’s supposed to. I-I’ve had that happen a few times and better safe than sorry. I-It’s a pleasure to be able to speak with you finally! Y-you have a nice voice, I like it."
Sam frowned and lifted his head to look away from him. “No—I never really forgot about that. It wasn’t really easy to forget..” He spoke softly. Even though Sam knew it was a trick; at that time it felt so real. Seeing his brother die over and over again really put his relationship with him into a whole new light. He should have listened. “Of course I do..I should have listened to you. I was too stupid to realize..” He cut himself off.
The guilt the archangel had been holding onto intensified as Sam admitted his actions were hard to forget. Gabriel had done horrible things even if his reasons had been genuine. He could have gone about things about a hundred billion different ways. He frowned in confusion as the Winchester cut off his sentence. “Y-you’re not really making sense Sam…I-I knew you were never going to listen. I-it’s why I played so much.” He was disgusted with himself and at the fact that he had had so much fun. “…realize what?”