Supernatural's Our Name, Fiction's Our Game

In the Hebrew bible, the name Moriah occurs twice, both interpreted in the same place: Genesis.

“Then God said, ‘Take your son, your only son, whom you love - Isaac - and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain I will show you.”

Soooo ... you may or may not have noticed my long absence ... But I’m back now! I’ve been trying to come up with things to post about, but with SPN on hellatus (ugh) again, there really isn’t much to talk about. So, just to fill up my own time, I decided to watch a new show. I came on here to ask your guys’ opinion:

1. Arrow

2. Gilmore Girls

3. Teen Wolf

4. The Vampire Diaries (I’ve kinda already watched this one, but I quit in the middle of season 4)

I would appreciate your feedback.

Thanks, and I apologize for my long absence.

I think it’s really important that people understand how much the Wayward Sisters mean to us SPN fans. The pilot episode just resonated with so many people, and to hear it wasn’t going to be picked up... that was devastating. We know we want Wayward Sisters, but does the CW CEO know? Does Mark Pedowitz really realize the gravity of the situation here?

For days we’ve had thousands of SPN fans go on all types of social media to protest about this, but so far no luck. That’s why I encourage all of you to take action right now.

There’re alot of ways you can do this, but some are:

1) Watching and rewatching the pilot episode.

2) Tweeting with the hashtag #SaveWaywardSisters.

3) Placing @TheCW, @Netflix, or @warnerbrostv in your tweets (or just any social media in general).

AN: This is a follow-up on the story idea I posted awhile back. I got great feedback and a lot of people seemed to like it, so here it is. I just hope I did your expectations justice. Just please remember, this is where it all starts, and after this, I promise you chapters will be longer. Anyway, enjoy!

She had been in the Field for the longest time. She walked around, picked wildflowers and hummed to herself. The noise of the waterfall calmed her down, the sun shone on her fiery red hair.

Sometimes, she skipped around and sang merrily as though she were a fledgling again. Then there were times when she would sit on the craggy hills, thinking of the Four. As everything had started with them, so it would end. But that wasn't a topic she would linger long on, since the only reason for her presence in the Field was for her peace of mind.

She would forget Them for eons. 'Live in the moment,' like Father had said.

"You will wake up when they see reason." He had told her. "This will not be your eternity. I give you my word."

She had trusted Him and had been trapped in a boundless cycle ever since. But He had promised, and she would hold Him to it. He wouldn't leave her like this forever.

Time passed quickly in the Field. Occasionally, she would peek into her vessel's life, curious to see who the Container was this time. Every time she did so, it was someone different. Her spirit wasn't bound by gender or appearance, so seeing a male with raven hair one day and a female brunette the next wasn't so surprising.

There weren't many vessels who caught her attention. They were normal beyond normal, unremarkable beyond standard. She wasn't one to complain, though. Father had made it so that They would have a harder time of finding her, if They even managed to catch a hint of her whereabouts.

"I like this not, Father. The Four will be lost without me." She had said at first.

"And that is how They will learn their lesson. They will never appreciate your gift if They always have it at an arm's reach."

"Yes, Father, of course." She had said. That's what she always said.

The first signs of true awareness came when she was in the body of a young woman named Lillian di Angelo, who had hair not unlike her own. She wasn't sure whether to appreciate the irony or groan in exasperation.

That day, she happened to be checking on her vessel, so when she managed to control Lillian's body without being forcefully ejected back into the Field, it threw her off. Moving the twenty-year-old woman's petite hand had been a novel feeling; stretching her limbs had been a sensation she had cherished.

It took approximately seven days to get over her disorientation and three straight weeks of meditation and sifting through Lillian's memories to be able to get out in the human world. Adam and Eve's descendants were undoubtedly strange, but she had centuries worth of human experience to pull off on (though she quickly discovered that human's no longer lived in caves).

Lillian was a lonely person, she found out. The young girl was an introvert, the apparent laughingstock of her college campus. An art major, the girl preferred to keep her head down, pay attention, and do well. A harmful relationship in which she had refused to have sexual intercourse with her partner had resulted in the girl's ruin, and video footage showed Lillian and her partner in what was apparently the deep throes of passion.

A slut, they called her. Lillian was shamed wherever she went, so it was no wonder she locked herself up for weeks on end, taking online classes instead of present ones.

When she took over Lillian's body, it had been just before the girl gave up on everything she'd ever wanted.

"Please, take me," she'd been begging. "I don't know what life means anymore, it doesn't matter!"

The knife had nearly reached the destination which had been her throat, but a timely arrival had prevented a needless death.

The first thing she did after acclimating to the human world, she packed bare necessities and fled the hellhole which had been Lillian's home for the past two years. Extensive research led her to come to the conclusion that it was, indeed, Armageddon, and she hadn't been awoken because They had finally seen reason. No, that wasn't the reason at all. This was the final show, and Father wanted her to have a front-row seat.

BECAUSE THERE IS A BIG CHANCE I WILL HEAR HIM TALK AS GABRIEL ON SCREEN TONIGHT!

That being said, if I don’t see him at all, I WILL FLIP AND SUE THE SHIT OUTTA KRIPKE AND SINGER.

Oh my god ... oh my god ... OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD! HE’S FINALLY BACK!!!!! I KNEW HE WASN’T DEAD!

CANDY MAN, CASA EROTICA, MY FIRST SPN LOVE IS BACK! THE BEST ANGEL IN THIS SERIES IS BACK! AND RIGHT AFTER ROWENA AS WELL!

Based on pic above ^^^

So, imagine Dean Winchester on snapchat.

Just bashing the ghostfacers

Trying to look okay so Sammy doesn’t worry

Messing around with Cas

I’ve had this idea for a long, long time. I can’t seem to get it out of my head; it just seems impossible. I’d like to see it turn into a multi-chapter story, but I don’t know if anyone would be interested. So I’m just going to write a little summary down below, and if you like it, just give me a heads up, hmm? Thx ;)

Summary:

A long time ago, when God first created the archangels, he gave them a mate. Her name was Hadraniel, and she was the angel of love, created differently from the archangels and the younger seraphs. God forged her out of the fire from his own palm, nurtured her essence, and gave her wings the like no other angel possessed.

Hadraniel adored her mates, but her spirit existed only because of the love the archangels had for each other. So when God created the humans and Lucifer refused to bow down to them, a rift was created, with Raphael taking Michael’s side and Gabriel hightailing it out of Heaven, having no wish to interfere with what would definitely be a deadly fight. Gradually, as the fighting progressed, the love the archangels had for each other waned. Hadraniel was miserable, suffering. Her essence ached, her flame diminished; but no one truly saw her suffering until they felt her grace retreat from Heaven.

As it turned out, Hadraniel had chosen to Fall, ripping out her grace from her body and plummeting from the celestial city. Much as they searched, the angels couldn’t find her potential vessel, they could no longer feel her spirit. Grief-stricken by this, Michael threw Lucifer into the Pit, blaming him for what had happened to Hadraniel. With that happenstance, the angels retreated into Heaven and locked the pearly gates, failing to realize the new emotion that was taking place within mankind.

Undeveloped as they were, the humans had learned how to love, a bit of Hadraniel’s essence taking root in each of them. And that was how they began to improve, and started the ascent to greatness.

Guys, we’re on ‘hellatus’. AGAIN! As in, no more SPN until January! And just as they left us on the worst cliffhanger! I mean, the mid season finale was absolutely legendary, I just wish there was more to it!

Now we have to wait for five weeks and six days to find out what that footprint thingy was (I’m betting on dinosaur), whether Jack will save Mary, and when Sam and Dean will get out of ‘the bad place’. I bet they won’t even show anything remotely related to Lucifer and Cas’ captivity until a few episodes in just to piss us off!

Ughhhhh, the things I do for this fandom 😑😑😑