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So I just finished my second final exam and dont have one for the next 21 days (YASS) so i'm in a good mood and i'd like to do blogrates?

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Rules: mbf: the queen of hell reblog to be entered (likes count as book marks) this must reach 50 notes (or it never happened) (for each additional fifty notes an extra runner up will be added) entries open from 12/29/14 at 3:20 pm to 12/31/14 at noon

winners will be posted at midnight on 1/1 (it'll be queued because i'll be out and stuff)

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so I’ll be going on a semi-hiatus!

I’ve set up a queue, and I might come on at random points of the day but I definitely will not be very active.

Infinite List of People I Love: 3. Osric Chau

Because I'm in denial that tomorrow is results day.

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I just want to say to all my dear followers who are getting results tomorrow or any other day, you are going to have done absolutely wonderfully! Please do not get stressed or worried, because you will have been fab, and anyway, you've done the hard bit! I wish all of you the very best. :3

Cas can feel the stolen grace gushing out, flowing from his vessel as if it were a tangible torrent.

He collapses to the ground, keeling over as a sharp pain clings to his abdomen. He cries out, but he knows no one will come; there is no one left to cry, no one to mourn him.

This is a truth he has come to terms with. A being such as he deserves no fanfare, no bang to go out with. Not an entity such as he, one who has caused so much strife to his own kind, one who has abused his power and hurt those who believed in him.

Perhaps, Castiel decides, to allow him to perish in such a self-contained way is the Father’s show of mercy. A death which no one else will be hurt by.

Bright, white lights cloud his vision, the room around him disappears in the beams. This is his stolen grace giving out, this is the end of his existence. He leaves only two regrets. His demon and the two brothers, all victims to his carelessness, each a loved one he couldn’t save.

And then she steps into his view. She looks the same as he remembers her. The twisted, black soul painted with thin strands of light. A demon who had begun to cure herself. A demon who fought for him and gave her life to save his.

She smiles. “We’re going to heaven, Clarence.”

“Meg,” he replies, but his voice comes out weak and strangled.

The demon reaches her hand out to the angel; a promise of a forever.